I'm the paper king 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 who has always been sharp-tongued 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 was increased by 20%. Louis had no interest in fire spells anyway, so he planned to do it as 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 intently 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 we 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 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 - he could just let them be happy for a while longer.

A damp room and a musty smell were the primary students' first impression of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Thick curtains completely blocked out the midday sun, and combined with those strange-shaped potted plants, created a sense of atmosphere in the entire room.

There was a weird smell, and the ignorant little wizards even thought they had traveled through time.

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

Professor Quirrell looked harmless, with a bit of innocence and a hint of shyness as he entered society for the first time. Even when facing a little wizard who was many years younger than him, he looked very nervous. While he was talking to everyone

He stammered a greeting 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, and if he is beaten by others because he is not strong enough, he will be beaten back in the next round. He has always been very tolerant towards noobs;

I went to deliver it, that kind of person is bad, and completely different from the dish. Every time he encounters such a bad comparison, Louis has to perform some oral gymnastics affectionately.

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 he is targeted by Voldemort...

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

"Magic used to protect oneself from black magic, as well as some offensive magic that can break spells, are collectively called defense against black magic."

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

.”

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

Professor Quirrell picked 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, and he hesitated whether 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 eyes went dark.

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

Louis 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 gifted. 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 wide, and for the first time in his life, he said "Fake" in his heart, having not said a bad word in eleven years.

This horse riding is definitely Voldemort temporarily possessed!

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

"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 class, and Hermione stared at Louis with a look of envy and admiration, looking like she wanted to take his place and find Professor Quirrell to start a small kitchen instead.

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 his attention on Louis.