I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 8 Voiceless Consonants Should Be Voiced
Although Draco's words were polite, the implication between the lines was "I've never heard of any pure-blood family with the last name Mountbatten."

Louis chuckled: "My grandfather used to be German, and he changed his last name after coming to Britain - your father should know that my uncle and aunt still have a little power in Britain."

"But... I only know that my parents are wizards, but they are no longer alive."

The standard template for the parents of time travelers to offer sacrifices to the heavens.

"Sorry." Draco's expression softened, and he finally stretched out his right hand: "I think we can be friends, Mr. Mountbatten. After all, you are not a Muggle-I mean, a Muggle."

"I hope you can help me keep this secret." Louis held Draco's hand and blinked: "I think my next days in Slytherin may be very exciting - think about it, how could the noble Slytherin allow a mudblood to bring shame to the entire school."

Draco was still a young man after all, and when he thought carefully about the future, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Also, family background doesn't mean everything, Draco - can I call you that?" After seeing Draco nod, Louis reached out and stuffed the book into the political category, and said softly: "Compared to the glory that my family brings to me, I want my family to be glorious because of me."

Draco nodded. He was still a first grader and had great potential. That was why Louis planned to train him well.

Maybe... this child could be the entrance to the twenty-eight pure-blood families?
"Okay, you take a rest first, Draco, I have something else to go out for."

Louis patted Draco on the shoulder as he finished tidying up the table.

"What are you going to do?"

"Night walk." Louis took out the book "Low-level Spells Teaching", chuckled, and turned away.

He never denied his ambition. In his previous life, he was always the class monitor at school. Even in the game, he wanted to be the president. If there was even the slightest possibility, he would try his best to get rid of the situation of being bound by discipline.

Coming to Slytherin was actually a good thing. In the friendly and welcoming environment of Gryffindor, he was too embarrassed to compete for the title of Headmaster or Prefect. But Slytherin was different. As long as he set a few traps to lure those pure-blood supremacists into the trap, he would not worry about them not taking the bait.

But the main contradiction nowadays is to improve one's own strength as soon as possible, so as to avoid being inferior to others and becoming a weakling.

What was more embarrassing was that it took him more than an hour to reach the eighth floor.

You really can't afford to be directionally challenged, he thought as he stood in front of the tapestry of a giant monster beating a fool out of Barnabas with a club.

"I want a training room to practice magic." Louis muttered to himself, pacing back and forth three times. Suddenly, a smooth iron door appeared on the wall opposite the tapestry.

When he stood at the door, the iron door quietly opened. Louis walked in through the door and suddenly felt enlightened. He secretly called the panel in his heart to check his learning progress.

Louis Mountbatten
Level 15 Wizard
Mana: 275/275
Spells learned: Water Creation (Level 6), Luminescence (Level 5), Armor (Level 5), Wizard's Hand (Level 5), Tongue and Throat Lock (Level 3), Strength Release (Level 3), Hanging Bell (Level 3), Levitation (Level 2), Alaho Opening (Level 2), Repair (Level 2), Stop Spell (Level 1)

* Water Creation: Current Level 6 (65/10000)

Mana Required: 1
Casting time: 1.5 seconds

Skill Description: Create a bag of magic glacial water.

Magic Glacial Water: Drinking it restores 20 mana points within 5000 seconds.

Louis pondered for a long time and felt that he should learn some offensive magic. He exited the panel and looked into the house.

The six magic dummies stood there quietly, the moonlight stretching their shadows very long.

In a corner that he didn't notice, a strand of golden hair flew quickly behind the pillar.

Louis didn't notice anything wrong, he opened the spell book and planned to start learning new spells.

Unlike what he had imagined, each spell had its own fixed casting gesture. For example, Fainting was done by drawing a 75-degree angle from top to bottom, while Defeat You was done by drawing a 90-degree right angle from left to right and downward.

The difficulty for beginners lies not only in the accurate pronunciation, but also in the need to strictly follow the gestures to cast the spell. This is why the levitation spell stumps so many novice wizards.

Not only is it difficult to pronounce, but its casting trajectory is also difficult to control.

Unfortunately, even with the system, there is no cheating scene where one can automatically learn the spell just by looking at it.

Louis picked up the wand. Theoretically, the simplest spell, both in terms of pronunciation and action, should be "Crucio", which draws a slash towards nine o'clock.

But for a first-grade kid to start practicing the Unforgivable Curse right away was indeed a bit unusual. He was not a born Dark Lord, and the waters of dark magic were too complicated for him to handle.

It's not like he had never read those fan fictions in his previous life. He hadn't even started a few classes when Avada Kedavra was as easy to use as drinking water. He could just have fun in the novels, but he couldn't guarantee that the chaotic spell wouldn't burn his mind.

He leaned forward slightly, recalling the starting posture of the spell, calming his mind, and his hand rose like a gust of wind and lightning. He waved his wand and uttered the spell: "Expelliarmus! (Expelliarmus)"

The tip of the wand made a "pop" sound, and now it was Louis' turn to be embarrassed. He looked around and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, no one saw this embarrassing scene.

Otherwise, he would risk his life to silence the witness.

After trying it twice, the wand still seemed broken. It just made a slight "pop" sound, but didn't cast any spells at all.

He didn't get discouraged. He put down his wand and picked up the book again, and found a line of small words. "Many beginners have no problem with wand gestures, but they are actually stuck at the spell level. The spell Expelliarmus - x is phonetically /eks/, and remember to change the voiced consonant p to b after the pronunciation of s."

"I hunt hawks every day, but I don't want to be pecked in the eyes by little swallows..." Louis was speechless for a while, and then felt a little embarrassed. He was even glad that he spoke the Oxford accent of old London with the Union Jack. Otherwise, he would have to learn to swallow sounds like the London coachmen, and he would never be able to learn magic well.

Silently thanking Aunt Lilybeth, he raised his wand and this time he finally got his accent right.

"Expelliarmus! (Expelliarmus)"

A thin beam of red light burst out from the tip of the wand, knocking the wand out of the dummy's hand and onto the ground.

"Congratulations on successfully learning the Disarmament Spell: Expelliarmus."

"Tip: Use Expendable Weapon on a training dummy to gain five points of proficiency each time. If you successfully use Expendable Weapon in actual combat, you can gain more proficiency based on the difference in strength."

Expelliarmus: Current Level 1 (5/1000)

Mana Required: 2
Casting distance: 30 yards

Casting time: 1.2 seconds

Skill Description: Forcefully disarm the target's weapon.

After practicing the disarming spell to clear his mana, Louis rubbed out a bag of magic glacial water and took a sip. Louis stood up again and began to practice the disarming spell on the dummy. In this way, he cycled through clearing mana - drinking water - clearing mana, and the sky gradually brightened.

One night of training was quite effective, and the proficiency of the disarming spell was raised to level two 1150/2000.

With a satisfied sigh, Louis tiptoed out of the Room of Requirement.

He had just walked out of the door when a stunning figure flashed behind a pillar. If Louis saw it, he would be surprised. This person was none other than the senior who sat next to him when the Hogwarts freshmen had their dinner.

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Louis was glad that he had prepared in advance and walked back and forth. Because of his poor sense of direction, it took him more than an hour to get back to the dormitory.

He secretly wondered in his mind whether he should build a good relationship with the Weasley twins. The Marauder's Map should be in their hands now. At worst, he could just buy it for a high price.

What? You mean Potter? We'll talk about Potter later... The most urgent thing is to solve my problem of being a directionally challenged person. With the guidance of a map, I can save at least three hours a day to practice magic, which means ninety hours a month.

He felt full of energy after sleeping on the pillow for less than two hours. He looked at Malfoy who was still sleeping soundly, thought for a moment, and woke him up.

"Draco, wake up, how can you sleep at your age?"

It wasn't that he really wanted to ask him to have dinner with him, but he was worried that he would get lost.

The first-year students do not have a lot of schoolwork. They have three classes of Herbology taught by Professor Splitlow each week, and two classes of Charms taught by Professor Flitwick, Transfiguration taught by Professor McGonagall, and Potions taught by old bat Snape.

What's left is a History of Magic class that is said to make people sleepy, a Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and an Astronomy class that is held every Wednesday night from 9 to 11 o'clock.

Louis guessed that the reason for such loose class schedule was to prevent students from being late because of getting lost. The lunch break was long and the school ended early in the afternoon, giving them plenty of time to adapt to the environment or explore the castle.

It is worth mentioning that there are three herbal medicine classes every week at 3 pm on Monday, 11:15 am on Tuesday, and 9 am on Wednesday.

Each class lasts 30 minutes, and the get out of class ends at 11:45 p.m., with a break until 2 p.m. The afternoon class ends at 3:30 p.m. Louis just wants to say that it is more relaxed than when he was in the first grade of elementary school.

Not to mention the days of senior year which started from 6 am to 11 pm.

Louis was obviously still a lot early. It was past seven o'clock at Hogwarts, and Draco was obviously still sleepy.

After being firmly rejected by the sleepy Draco, Louis was disappointed. After a simple wash, he could only walk to the cafeteria, which was the hall, by himself.

After searching the hall for the senior schoolmate in vain, Louis just sat down when he found Ron and Harry coming towards him together.

"Hi, Louis." Ron was the first to greet, "I thought you would sleep in."

"The early bird catches the worm." Louis looked up and smiled gently, and wrote down what he wanted to eat on the card provided by the elf. He tapped the table lightly with his fingers, and before the sound fell, the card disappeared.

After a while, the dishes he wanted were delivered to him.

He picked up the knife and fork, and just as he picked up a piece of sausage, he saw Ron's tangled face. Louis smiled lightly and asked, "Ron? You seem to be worried."

"Yesterday - uh, when we were sorting, why did you end up in Slytherin?" Ron hesitated for a while, and finally asked, "We clearly agreed in the car to go to Gryffindor together. You know, Slytherins are all - uh, I'm not saying you are one too, no, I believe you won't become a bad wizard, but..."

"Let me tell you." Harry took over the conversation: "We talked until very late last night, and Seamus said it might be because of your own choice...but Ron and I don't believe what he said, so we wanted to come and ask you."

(End of this chapter)