I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Louis put his hand in his pocket and held the wand tightly. On the surface, he remained calm and just walked forward.

"Hey, stop, let's talk about you, Mudblood." The senior called to Louis.

"Are you calling me?" Louis turned around gracefully and patted his eyes with recognition.

???, level 20 wizard.

Talents: Charms (6), Potions (8), Transfiguration (6), Dark Arts (10), Defense Against the Dark Arts (7), Flying (8), Herbology (4).

"Besides you, who else in Slytherin is a Mudblood?"

The senior's tone was full of disdain, and his expression was still pretentiously distorted. He was very much like those gangster classmates in his previous life who pretended to be ferocious. In fact, painting a tiger is not anti-canine.

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"I'm not a doctor. If you have constipation, please go to the medical wing to see Madam Pomfrey, my dear senior."

Louis bowed and smiled tall and straight.

"That's enough! You filthy, despicable maggot!" The senior student didn't understand that the 'mudblood' junior in front of him was sarcastic about his expression. He roared angrily: "I'm going to take your arm off."

Twist it off and stuff it into your mouth! It will make you regret coming into this world!"

"To be honest, my dear senior, your common sense is really not very good." Louis said slowly and leisurely: "First of all, it is impossible for a person's mouth to contain his arms; secondly, is there a possibility, and

People like you are a common shame for everyone in this college - Oh, I know you are anxious, but don't worry, this is just a guess of mine, it may not be correct."

"You mudblood - are you worthy of looking down on me?" The senior's face turned red, like an angry bull.

"No, no, no, I don't look down on you." Lewis smiled gently and looked around: "I mean, I look down on all of you."

When the senior's follower heard this, his expression changed and he rushed forward.

"How dare a first-year mudblood be so arrogant..." The senior stopped the follower's movement, put his hand into his arms, and pulled out the wand: "Take out your wand, I, seventh-year Samir Lestrange! To you

Initiate a duel!"

"You also know that you are in the seventh grade." Louis chuckled and pulled out the wand: "Look, this is the so-called 'Pure Blood Supremacy'? As your dear junior, I need to remind you that the seniors in the seventh grade are the first

It is a very embarrassing thing for junior students in the same grade to initiate a duel, no matter whether they win or lose."

"Stop talking nonsense and let's get started."

Sada...Samir is ready for the battle. He has already secured victory in his heart. No matter what, this duel is between seventh graders and first graders. The advantage lies with him!

"You should really learn etiquette. You have to bow before a duel. Even a first-grade kid like me knows that." Louis smiled softly, his face as warm as the spring breeze.

"You, a mudblood, are worthy enough to let me marry you..."

Before Samir finished speaking, he felt an uncontrollable force pressing on his back, forcing him to bend down. He tried all his strength, but could not straighten up, and could only raise his head with difficulty.

, what came face to face was Lewis’s pair of eyes as deep as the abyss!

"Okay, just bow once and that's it."

Louis let go of the wizard's hand. Samir felt a lightness on his body and finally regained his composure. However, he was so angry that he never thought about the magic of Louis' hanging rail. All he could think about was cleaning up.

The little boy in front of me.

"expelliarmus! (Expelliarmus)"

Before Samir could react, his hand loosened and the wand in his hand flew into Lewis's hand.

*"You have gained 10 points of disarming spell proficiency."

"You lost, senior." Louis had an elegant smile on his face. He bowed slightly and thanked: "Thank you, senior, for letting me take the first step. You are really a model student of Slytherin."

Samir, who was already overwhelmed with anger, could not hold back after hearing this. With red eyes, he opened his legs and rushed towards Louis, like an angry bull.

"Levicorpus (upside down golden bell)."

Samir, who was charging, was suddenly hung upside down, and Louis was very considerate and let him spin slowly like a roast duck in a hanging furnace. Samir was not honest when he was hung up, and kept talking obscenely, greeting Louis.

His whole family also tried to summon his younger brothers to attack Louis.

Finally, someone couldn't help it and fired a series of curses at Louis.

But he didn't even look back, he just flicked his wand lightly, and a light blue light shield blocked all the curses.

*"You have gained 1 point of Iron Armor Spell proficiency."

*"You have gained 1 point of Iron Armor Spell proficiency."

Louis curled his lips without any trace. Slytherin's seniors only have this ability? It seems to be no different from table tennis.

"Is it an iron armor spell... or a silent spell..." The crowd suddenly became excited, and everyone looked at Louis with incredible eyes, as if they were looking at a freak.

Draco in the crowd looked proud, and proudly introduced to his two followers, Crabbe and Goyle: "See, this is my good friend! The Iron Armor Curse, even many adults

Wizards and even some Aurors couldn't cast it successfully! But my good friend did it! And he cast the spell silently!"

"langlock!"

In everyone's puzzled eyes, Louis's curse...was cast on Samir's butt.

"shio! (strength is loose and strong is released)"

This spell was placed on Samir's stomach.

Then, Louis loosened the shackles of the Golden Bell Charm, and Samir fell to the ground with a plop. Just as he was about to pounce, he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. He glanced at Louis angrily and ran towards the bathroom. But

After a while, he ran back, his face flushed, his whole body shaking like chaff, and he looked at Lewis angrily: "What on earth did you do to me! How...how could I..."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Louis said innocently: "Maybe the curse thinks your mouth is too dirty, and it is regarded as your mouth... I'm really sorry... But you know me, senior, I'm only a first-year student

A student..." He showed a troubled expression: "I...I don't know how to counter-spell."

"You...!" Samir grinned anxiously, feeling very painful. He glanced at Louis angrily, shook his head at the followers and turned away.

Louis flicked his wand, lifted Samir up with the upside-down golden bell again, and sealed his upper mouth.

"Look, you're in a hurry." Louis looked at Samir, who was moaning, and warned him gently: "This is just a small warning, my dear senior - if you still don't know the current affairs, this is not the case.

It’s easy.”

He waved his wand and put Samir down and asked: "So... do you still dare to call me a Mudblood now? Senior?"

"You... you are an excellent wizard, Mr. Mountbatten." Samir suppressed the discomfort in his abdomen and forced out a smile that was uglier than crying: "Even among Muggles... excellent wizards will be born, I'm sorry.

, I am narrow-minded."

This is the wizard of Slytherin, who knows the current affairs very well. What about pure-blood supremacy? As long as his fist is big enough, he will admit mixed-blood terrorists like Voldemort without hesitation. Louis chuckled in his heart, and said calmly on his face

Patting Samir on the shoulder: "It's not your fault that you are narrow-minded and ignorant. My father studied at Durmstrang."

As soon as these words came out, not only the onlookers, but also Samir and his followers who had been punished, the rejection and alienation in Louis' eyes disappeared.