I'm the king of scrolls at Hogwarts

"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 don't want to try what it's like to be buried alive."

After that, she reluctantly returned the wand to Louis.

"It's a very good wand, Xiaolu." The senior sister who always had a sharp tongue actually praised this wand for the first time.

"You can keep it, it seems you need this wand more than me." Louis pushed the wand back to the senior sister.

The system's evaluation of the wand is +20%. Louis has no interest in fire spells anyway, so he plans to be a favor.

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

At this time, the senior sister looked stunned for a while, and asked with a bit of disbelief: "You mean... give it to me? There is nothing wrong with your brain, student Mountbatten, you may not understand this. The value of the wand—"

Even the deer stopped barking.

"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 think of it as reward."

He said in a relaxed tone.

Catherine looked at Louis steadily 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. Please recover..."

The cold wand touched his chin.

"Eat venison tonight." The senior sister's eyes flashed with danger.

Louis closed his mouth knowingly.

When he returned to the castle, the sky was already turning white. After tiptoeing back to the dormitory, Louis took out the mysterious pet eggs, one large and one small, and put them on the bedside.

According to the instructions, it will only hatch in two days.

Don't be afraid of being late after a good meal. With a comfortable mood, Louis fell asleep.

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

A damp room and a musty smell are the primary students' first impression of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. The thick curtains completely blocked out the midday sun, and together with the strange-shaped potted plants, the whole house gave off an eerie smell. The ignorant little wizards even thought they had traveled through time.

After Professor Quirrell came in wearing a turban, the whole room became worse. The lingering strong smell of garlic made the students roll their eyes.

Professor Quirrell looks harmless, with a bit of innocence and a hint of shyness as he is new to society. Even when facing a little wizard who is many years younger than him, he looks very nervous. He stammered greetings to everyone while holding on to his turban.

Draco sat next to Louis and complained in a low voice: "A person like this is actually appointed as the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. If my father finds out, he will definitely ask the board of directors to expel him."

"Indeed." Louis nodded and praised him. He didn't like this teacher very much either.

But for a completely different reason than Draco.

Just like playing games, Louis has always believed that there are two types of people: one is a noob. If he is not strong enough and is defeated by others, the worst thing is that he will be beaten back by the next one. He has always been very tolerant to noobs; I went to deliver it, that kind of person is bad, and completely different from the food. Every time he encountered a bad ratio like this, Louis would lovingly perform some oral gymnastics.

If Professor Quirrell was just a dish, then it would be completely tolerable and he would just study on his own.

After Professor Quirrell introduced himself on the podium, he stammered and asked: "Classmates, who among you knows what Defense Against the Dark Arts is?"

The whole class was silent except for Hermione, who raised her little hand high.

Louis doesn't like to be in the limelight, especially in front of Professor Quirrell. What if Voldemort is targeting him...

"This...student, please reply...answer." Professor Quirrell motioned to Hermione to speak.

"Magic used to protect oneself from black magic, as well as some offensive magic with the ability to break spells, are collectively called defense against dark magic."

"Very...very good, Gryffindor...five points for Gryffindor!" Professor Quirrell glanced at the roster with the magic photo avatar: "Hermione G...Gringer's answer is very, very good. ."

"Then...who knows...knows what...the Defense Against the Dark Arts techniques are?"

Professor Quirrell singled out Draco to answer.

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

Lewis's heart skipped a beat, shut up, kid...

He was angry and jealous, hesitating to give Draco a chokehold, but Draco was faster, quickly and proudly said: "My roommate , Student Lewis, you can cast the Iron Armor Curse silently!"

Looking at his expression, it clearly says, "My brother Louis has the appearance of a great mage."

Lewis's eyesight went dark.

What Murphy's Law says is true, my friend, you are really my good friend, Draco!

Lewis gritted his teeth in his heart and was so angry, but he still had to keep smiling.

He secretly decided in his heart that when Draco ventured into the Forbidden Forest cave, he must give the little bastard something to eat.

"Oh?" Professor Quirrell became interested: "Lu... Mr. Louis... is actually very talented. Can you demonstrate it to everyone?"

Louis sighed. He couldn't hide anyway, so he might as well pick up Professor Quirrell's wool... So he bit the bullet and said: "Please use Expelliarmus on me, Professor."

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

"Come on!" Louis was ready to fight.

"Expelliarmus!"

A scarlet light shot out from the head of Professor Quirrell's wand. Louis did not dare to be careless and raised his hand to deflect the disarming spell with a blue light shield.

*"You have gained 1000 points of Iron Armor Curse proficiency."

Louis slowly opened his mouth, and for the first time in eleven years, he had not said a curse word in his heart.

This horse riding is definitely Voldemort's temporary upper body!

Professor Quirrell...or Professor Voldemort glanced at Louis meaningfully.

"Yes, a very outstanding performance." He stopped stuttering and looked at Louis with a smile: "Please come to my office on Sunday night, Mr. Mountbatten, I want to teach you about black magic. Defense.”

There was an uproar among the students in the classroom, and Hermione stared at Louis with a very envious and envious look, looking like she wanted to take his place and find Professor Quirrell to start a small stove.

If she knew who directed the spell, I wonder if she could still maintain her current enthusiasm.

"I... uh, can it be okay if I don't go, Professor..." Louis asked dryly.

"For such a good young talent like you, as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, it would be a murder of your talent if you don't give your full guidance, Mr. Mountbatten."

Professor Quirrell focused on Louis.

Please read it, brothers.