I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Chapter 27 Tian Wenjing, what's your name
"It seems that this guy is more difficult." Louis said with a chuckle, "This should be the last thorn in Slytherin's hide?"

"Well." Catherine held his arm: "Try not to conflict with him, you are not his opponent."

"Then I'll just watch this thorny guy stir up trouble here and sabotage the plans of Mr. Principal and the dean?" Louis asked with raised eyebrows.

Catherine wanted to say something, Louis patted her, and motioned to see what was going on before talking.

There were two rows of people standing on the left and right in the corridor outside the college, with ugly faces, discussing in low voices about the new Slytherin house rules.

"Patrick, Cesar, we are all from a pure-blood family, don't lose our position!" A senior who looked like a seventh grade was fighting there.

"Yes, be more energetic, be more energetic!" A senior beside the senior was also cheering for the two of them.

Patrick nodded, with an extremely arrogant expression, shook the black robe he was wearing vigorously, and walked into the Slytherin lounge with unrecognizable steps.

"Okay... good job, let's see what they do!" The seniors and seniors discussed one after another, stretching their necks and looking into the lounge.

Patrick walked to the sixth grade self-study space and looked at a thin man.Louis recognized him as Caius Brown, the sixth-grade monitor that Samir and Marcus had settled on.

"Caius! I'm a Fuck!" Patrick uttered a classic British national curse: "You are a fucking mixed-race prefect who has been dismissed, why are you pretending to be a tiger here?"

Cesar beside him suddenly opened his eyes, and looked at the good brother beside him in disbelief.

Aren't you also of mixed race?How could he forget about this after being adopted into the Black family?
"Ha, don't you want to enforce some shit rules? Come on, I'm standing here, if you have the guts, come and enforce it!"

Patrick is like a complete gangster, standing there, he looks like a gangster classmate in Louis's previous life school.

It's still a pro max version of the bastard.

"The college has its own rules. I didn't make this new rule. It was drawn up by Professor Snape just today." Caius explained in a calm voice.

"You don't want to put Professor Snape on me." Patrick sneered: "I just don't go to this ghost self-study, what can you do to me? Just rely on your three-legged cat's spell?"

"Who can do anything to me in Slytherin?" Patrick's expression was extremely arrogant.

He did have the capital of arrogance, and Louis' eye of discernment hit it in a timely manner.

*Patrick Black (Golden Dragon Logo)

grade? ? ?wizard

Talents: Charms (10), Potions (7), Transfiguration (8), Dark Arts (10), Defense Against the Dark Arts (9), Flying (8), Herbalism (4), Divination (9)

Enchantments learned: armor protection (level 8), except your weapon (level 6), ? ? ? ,? ? ? ,? ? ?

"There is no need for you to get angry at me about this matter." Caius's expression was still warm: "I also follow the rules, why should Mr. Black make things difficult for me?"

"I hate you professor's lackeys the most." Patrick snorted coldly and pulled out his wand: "Reducto! (Bones to pieces)!"

Kaius turned pale with fright, he never thought that Patrick would dare to do something in the lounge.He quickly dodged the spell, pulled out his wand and prepared to deal with Patrick's attack with 12 points of energy.

His desk was blown to pieces, showing the power of the spell.

Patrick released the spell arbitrarily and recklessly, driving Kaius to flee in all directions. The tables and chairs shattered by the spell even injured several junior wizards.

He did it on purpose, obviously he didn't want to hit Kaius.

"That's enough." Caius finally stopped: "Come at me if you have the ability, what's the point of hurting the students in the lower grades?"

"Oh?" Patrick intentionally cast another spell, knocking a second-year classmate into the air, and the poor guy passed out without even screaming.

Another spell flew towards the classmates beside Louis. Under his horrified eyes, Louis waved his wand lightly: "Protego! (Armor protection)"

"Hey, look, there are still some fucking people out there?" Patrick smiled harshly: "Armor protection? Or a first-year bastard? It seems that this year Slytherin has another talent."

"Louis...!" Draco shouted in a low voice, he wanted to remind Louis not to come out and cause trouble, the madman of the Black family inherited his Aunt Bella's excellent character.

Louis chuckled elegantly: "If you stop now honestly, I will treat it as if nothing happened."

"Who gave you the courage to talk to me like that?" Patrick laughed angrily. He looked Louis up and down, trying to see him through, and then he saw Catherine.

"No wonder... tsk tsk, it turned out to be the girl from the Walley family." Patrick looked up and down Catherine presumptuously, "I remember when I went to Durmstrang, the girl from the Walley family was still a girl. The long blooming little Douding has finally grown up..."

Louis reached out and stopped Catherine who was about to speak. He narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice, "I think I need to warn you, if you don't apologize to Catherine, it will be difficult between the two of us."

"Ouch." Patrick looked back at Cesar, who was also grinning, and then looked at Louis, as if he was looking at a newborn calf provoking a tiger: "Then according to what you mean, something will happen between us." What ugly thing?"

"I hope you will try to walk around me in the future, otherwise Madam Pomfrey will have a hard time breaking your legs too many times." Louis pointed at Patrick with a dangerous gleam in his eyes.

"Hey, little bastard, this is the first time someone has threatened me when I grow up to this size." Patrick sneered, "Pull out your magic... ah!!!"

There was a scream, and all four were shocked.

No one saw what happened, only Catherine knew exactly what spell Louis was casting.

Her beautiful eyes widened as she watched Louis pointing to Patrick's hand in disbelief.

She couldn't even imagine that in the Half-Blood Prince's notes that he had just handed to him last night, Louis had learned how to cast spells silently and without a stick, not to mention Shenfeng Wuying? ? ?
For the first time in 15 years, she began to doubt her own talent.

The tendons on Patrick's hands and feet were snapped instantly, he could no longer stand still, and fell limply on the ground, with bright red blood gurgling.He didn't care about the severe pain coming from his hands, ankles, and yelled in horror: "Damn it, you little bastard! What did you do to me?"

(End of this chapter)