I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 34 Professor Lodge (Seeking investment and reading votes)

Professor Voldemort looked at Louis with more and more admiration in his eyes.

"I have to remind you that this world is not stable." Professor Voldemort's eyes flickered. "Defense Against the Dark Arts cannot cope with all situations. As a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, I have to tell you that the best way to deal with some dark wizards is to use some extraordinary magic."

Louis strongly suspected that the Dark Lord in front of him definitely worked part-time as a kidnapper.

It's like a bad uncle who seduces a loli to look at goldfish.

"I don't understand, Professor." Louis looked at Professor Voldemort in confusion.

"Take the werewolves for example. They are naturally resistant to magic beyond the average human." Professor Voldemort's eyes were as pure as Ding Zhen's: "Normally, it is difficult for ordinary wizards to cause effective damage to them by just knocking them out or crushing them to pieces."

"So... you are planning to teach me some extracurricular magic?" Louis hinted.

"I can understand the doubts in your heart. In order to dispel such unnecessary doubts, I think it is necessary for you to practice it yourself." Voldemort's tone was very considerate, probably to paralyze Louis.

"How to practice?" Louis became interested.

"I just caught a werewolf. You can try to attack him." Voldemort said, waving his wand and opening the gloomy cabinet beside him, revealing a sleeping werewolf.

"Uh, professor, I'm still a first-grader." Louis looked at the werewolf in the closet and deliberately showed a frightened expression: "What if he hurts me?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Mountbatten." Voldemort said calmly, "With me by your side, this werewolf will not hurt you."

Voldemort splashed the werewolf's face with a fountain of clear water. The werewolf woke up from his coma and shook his head, obviously unaware of the situation.

"Nicholas Adelaide." A trace of reminiscence flashed across Voldemort's eyes. "He was once a Death Eater. After Voldemort's defeat, he was captured and sent to Azkaban... He escaped from prison a while ago, and I accidentally caught him in the Forbidden Forest."

Good man, you are pitting your own people? Louis drew three periods in his mind.

I really want to know how Voldemort felt when he said he failed. Think about it, a one-year-old child was killed by someone after releasing the Avatar. It was really...

Some of them are indescribable.

“I will keep an eye on your safety. You only need to attack the werewolf…” Voldemort said firmly, “You need to understand in battle that Disarming and Stunning Spells alone cannot handle all situations.”

"I think this werewolf will make you understand that you really should master some new spells." Voldemort's voice was persuasive.

"Well, Professor." Louis looked at Voldemort with innocent eyes: "If I accidentally killed your werewolf, you wouldn't blame me, would you?"

Voldemort looked at Louis with the eyes of a newborn calf and laughed wildly: "Hahahaha... Mr. Mountbatten, I didn't expect you to be so humorous. Well, I don't think that a little wizard like you can kill a werewolf independently. I know you are a little genius, but some things cannot be achieved by relying solely on the imagination of a genius."

"Just tell me what you will do if I succeed."

"If you can kill this werewolf, my name will be Loki from now on," Voldemort said firmly.

Professor Quirrell: “?”

Louis swung his hand, and in front of Voldemort's surprised eyes, a slender crystal sword appeared in his hand.

"Lumos Maxima!" The intense and dazzling light blinded the werewolf's eyes like a flash bomb. He only had time to "howl" before Louis chopped off his head with a sword.

Voldemort stared at the situation on the suspension track in front of him with his eyes wide open, his mouth open like a toad.

"Professor Lodge, it seems that this werewolf is not a problem that a little wizard like me cannot solve. Look..." Louis shook the crystal sword that was not stained with a drop of blood: "Physical magic seems to be very useful."

After spending so much time with Catherine, he also developed a weird habit.

But then again... something like the crystal sword, which can destroy evil, has an extremely high damage bonus against werewolves.

"Professor? What's wrong with you?" Louis waved his hand in front of Voldemort's astonished eyes: "What do you think of this surprise I gave you?"

Voldemort: I know what to think. Can you translate for me? What is a surprise?

“Very good, very good, Mr. Louis.” After a while, Voldemort finally came back to his senses from Louis’ superb swordsmanship: “You… far exceeded my expectations. Well, but you still need to learn other magic.” He looked at the wolf head lying on the ground with its eyes wide open: “I need to tidy up the office now. After all, it doesn’t look good to leave this werewolf lying on the ground.”

"what do you mean?"

"You go back first and come back next Saturday. I will personally teach you some interesting new magic." Voldemort looked tired.

"Okay, professor. I'll be leaving first. Good night." Louis waved his hand obediently, held down Jerry in his pocket who was eager to give Voldemort a good beating, and ran out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

After Louis left, Professor Quirrell, who had a gloomy face, finally returned to normal. He looked around furtively and asked timidly, "Master... Master?"

"Idiot! You almost ruined my plan!" An owl-like voice sounded behind Quirrell's head: "Why did you let that idiot Black come here at this time? Damn it..."

"Put down your turban and let me get some air," he ordered again.

Professor Quirrell took off his turban as he was told. Under the scarf, behind Quirrell's head, was a strange-shaped face with a nose.

The strange shape may be because the owner of this face is not in a very good mood at the moment.

"Hello, Mr. Mountbatten... It seems that I have begun to doubt your relationship with Patrick..." Professor Quirrell said hesitantly.

"Idiot! You are now the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts! Why would he, a student, doubt you for no reason?" Voldemort's mentality was a little broken: "Think before thinking about the problem."

“Forget it. Find a time to remove Black’s Imperius Curse and then get rid of him.” Voldemort ordered: “The longer we keep him, the more suspicious Dumbledore will become.”

"Yes, Master," Professor Quirrell agreed humbly.

Voldemort's face, which was stuck to Professor Quirrell's head, twisted for a moment, and finally turned into a long sigh.

Tired, destroy it.

Fu Gong's clever plan brought peace to the world, but he also lost the werewolves and his soldiers.

(End of this chapter)