I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Chapter 20 Come to My Office on the Weekend

"What a stupid deer." The senior sister's eyes were full of pity: "Do you think my IQ is the same as yours? I'm still young, and I don't want to try the feeling of being buried alive."

After all, she reluctantly returned the wand to Louis.

"It's a very good wand, student Xiaolu." The senior sister, who has always been poisonous, praised this wand for the first time.

"Keep it, it looks like you need this wand more than I do." Louis pushed the wand back to the senior.

The system's evaluation of the wand is +20% improvement. Anyway, Louis is not interested in fire spells, so he intends to be a favor.

Only by building a good relationship can we make further excessive demands, such as... Hehehe?

At this moment, the senior sister's expression was stunned for a while, and she still asked with a little disbelief: "You mean... give it to me? There is nothing wrong with your brain, Mr. Mountbatten, you may not understand this The wand's worth—"

Not even the deer barked.

"Don't worry, no one understands the value of this wand better than me." Louis opened his hands and made a classic gesture: "I may trouble you to take me on night tours many times in the future, just take it as a reward."

He said in a relaxed tone.

Catherine stared at Louis for a while, and finally said softly, "Thank you."

"I'm really not used to your non-venomous tongue. I still like your, um, venomous and arrogant look. Get back to yourself..."

The cool wand was on his chin.

"Eat venison tonight." Senior sister's eyes flashed with a dangerous light.

Louis shut his mouth tactfully.

When they returned to the castle, the sky was already pale. After tiptoing back to the dormitory, Louis took out the large and small mysterious pet eggs and put them on the bedside.

According to the instructions, there are still two days before hatching.

A good meal is not afraid of being late. With a comfortable mood, Louis fell asleep.

The only Defense Against the Dark Arts class on Thursday was relatively late. Seeing the expectant faces of several friends, Louis really couldn't bear to puncture their illusions—just let them be happy for a while.

The damp room and the musty smell are the first impressions of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class for elementary school students.The thick curtains completely blocked the noon sun, and together with those strange potted plants, the whole room created a strange smell, and the ignorant little wizards even thought that they had traveled through time.

After Professor Quirrell enters in a large turban, the room takes a turn for the worse.The lingering strong garlic smell made the students roll their eyes.

Professor Quirrell looked harmless to humans and animals, with a bit of innocence for the first time in society, and a little bit of shyness. Even facing the little wizard who was many years younger than him, he seemed very nervous.He held on to his turban while stammering hello to everyone.

Sitting next to Louis, Draco complained in a low voice: "The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor actually appointed this kind of person. If my father finds out, he will definitely ask the board of directors to fire him."

"Indeed." Louis nodded, he didn't like this teacher very much either.

But for a completely different reason than Draco's.

Just like playing a game, Louis has always believed that people are divided into two types: one is the rookie, if you are not strong enough, you will be blown up, and the next one will be over when you hit him back. He has always been tolerant of rookies; To deliver, that kind of person is bad, and it is completely different from the dishes.Every time he encountered such a bad match, Louis would kindly perform some oral gymnastics.

If Professor Quirrell is just a dish, then it is completely tolerable, the big deal is self-study.

After Professor Quirrell introduced himself on the podium, he stammered and asked, "Students, who... who knows what Defense Against the Dark Arts is...?"

The whole class was silent, only Hermione raised her little hand high.

Louis doesn't like showing off very much, especially in front of Professor Quirrell, what if he is targeted by Voldemort...

"This...this student, please answer...answer." Professor Quirrell gestured for Hermione to speak.

"Magic used to protect oneself from the dark arts, as well as some offensive magic with a cure, are collectively known as Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Very... very good, G... Gryffindor, five points!" Professor Quirrell glanced at the roster with the head of the magic photo: "Hermione G... Granger answered very, very well .”

"Then...then who knows...knows, what are...the defense against the dark arts?"

Professor Quirrell picked Draco to answer.

"Armor protection, Professor." Draco looked at Louis with some pride.

Louis thumped in his heart, shut up, boy...

He was angry from the bottom of his heart, and evil turned to courage, hesitating whether to give Draco a slap in the face, but Draco said faster, quickly and proudly: "My roommate , Luis, you can cast the Iron Armor Curse silently!"

Judging by his expression, it clearly says "My brother Louis looks like an archmage".

Louis' eyes darkened.

Murphy's Law is true, my friend, you are really my good friend, Draco!
Louis gritted his teeth in his heart, he was very angry, but he still kept smiling.

He secretly decided in his heart that when Draco ventured into the caves of the Forbidden Forest, he must feed the little bastard well.

"Oh?" Professor Quirrell became interested: "Lu... Luis, who lives here... is actually very talented, can you show it to everyone?"

Louis sighed, since he couldn't hide anyway, it's better to grab Professor Quirrell's wool... So he bit the bullet and said, "Please show me your extermination weapon, Professor."

"Okay." Professor Quirrell took out his wand: "You...you should be ready, I'm going to start."

"Come on!" Louis was ready to fight.

"Except your weapons!"

A scarlet light shot out from the tip of Professor Quirrell's wand. Louis didn't dare to be careless, and raised a blue light shield to bounce off the disarming spell.

* "You have gained 1000 point of proficiency in the Iron Armor Curse."

Louis slowly opened his mouth wide. He, who hadn't uttered a bad word for 11 years, actually said Fake in his heart for the first time.

This stepping horse is definitely Voldemort's upper body temporarily!

Professor Quirrell... or Professor Voldemort gave Louis a meaningful look.

"Not bad, very outstanding performance." He stopped stammering and looked at Louis with a smile on his face: "On Sunday night, please come to my office, Mr. Mountbatten, I want to teach you about black magic Defense."

The students in the class were uproarious, and Hermione stared at Louis with envious and envious eyes. It seemed that she wanted to replace him and find Professor Quirrell to make a fuss.

If she knew who was directing the spell, she wondered if she would be able to maintain her current enthusiasm.

"I...uh, can I not go, Professor..." Louis asked dryly.

"As a good seedling like you, if you are a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, if you don't guide him wholeheartedly, it will be the murder of your talent, Mr. Mountbatten."

Professor Quirrell single-mindedly identified Louis.

　Keep reading, brothers.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)