I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

While the other three houses were busy celebrating the weekend, only Slytherin was sighing.

For no other reason than that, Snape even required normal study time from 3pm to 4pm and 7pm to 9pm.

Louis smacked his lips, thinking that this was unbearable? I remember back then, I was tutoring all day every weekend...

The weekend passed quite leisurely, and it was not boring to have Catherine with him. He could also discuss with her any doubts he had about potions.

Tom and Jerry were very knowledgeable and did not make light bulbs to displease Catherine. Instead, they played wizard chess with a cat and a mouse, taking advantage of Ron's unpreparedness to play tricks on the mice that were teasing him. In other words, they bullied Spots into not speaking up, otherwise Ron would

Well, I will definitely be angry.

He was always curious about why Banban often looked very tired and weak.

Every time Draco wanted to get closer, he was scared away by the dangerous look in his senior sister's eyes. Poor Draco, he was almost suffering from the sequelae.

Happy times are always short-lived. On Sunday night, Louis carried Jerry in his pocket and headed to Professor Quirrell's office with some trepidation.

At the door, I happened to see Patrick who had just walked out of Quirrell's office. Patrick also saw Louis, and his expression was involuntarily panicked.

"Hey, isn't this Senior Black?" Lewis said with some disdain: "We haven't seen each other for a few days, why are you acting like this?"

"This...this is Professor Quirrell's office, you...don't mess around!" Patrick stammered, as if he was infected by Professor Quirrell's stammer.

Is it possible that this stutter can be passed from person to person like the royal flounder?

"I seem to have reminded you, dear senior." Louis took out his wand and said gently: "I hope you won't run into me when you walk in the future, otherwise you will have to trouble Madam Pomfrey to pick up your legs."

"Well, since there are no outsiders here, I might be able to give you a choice. Do you do it yourself? Or do you let me do it?"

"A friendly reminder, if I were asked to come, I might not be so... friendly."

Patrick gritted his teeth and pulled out his wand: "expelliarmus!"

He also wanted to make a sneak attack.

Being weakened by the curse, he was no match for Louis. The curse was thrown away by Louis with a backhand, followed closely by a shot that shattered his body and hit him on the knee.

Patrick let out a scream, attracting several onlookers. Louis saw a Slytherin among them, and waved to him: "Senior over there, yes, that's you, the senior of Slytherin, please take this

Senior Blake was sent to the hospital wing. Well, he was so careless that he could break his leg just by walking."

How could the senior dare to say no? He asked a friend to lift Patrick up, and his legs ran like windmills.

Sighing regretfully, Louis knocked on the door of Professor Quirrell's office.

"Come in." Professor Quirrell heard Louis knocking on the door.

Louis walked into Professor Quirrell's office. Just as he imagined, the whole office was gloomy and dark, with two giant lizards crawling on the green walls. Those who didn't know it thought he was teaching dark magic.

I really don’t know why Professor Quirrell, a Ravenclaw, is in love with green. Could it be because his love has gone wrong before?

It could also be Voldemort's hobby.

The moment he entered the office, he felt that he was being stared at by a cold breath. It felt as if an invisible cold giant hand was holding his heart, suffocating.

"No...I have to admit, Mr. Mountbatten, you are really...very special." Professor Quirrell stammered: "I heard about Boo...Black. I really didn't expect that a pure-blooded person would be born."

...he is actually born like this."

"Isn't he a mixed race?" Louis asked doubtfully.

"Oh, yes... yes, I remembered wrongly." Professor Quirrell smiled slightly and said, "I always thought that the Black family would be loyal supporters of pure blood, but I didn't expect that they would actually let a mixed-blood adoptee enter the family."

He stopped stuttering again.

"In this regard, pure-blood families always have a flexible moral bottom line." Louis chuckled.

Quirrell smiled very happily: "You are right, Mr. Mountbatten, pure-blood families are indeed like this."

Louis always found it strange that Professor Quirrell, or Voldemort, seemed to deliberately act like he didn't recognize Patrick.

"Professor, you know Patrick very well? I see he came out of your office just now." Louis planned to test Quirrell's reaction.

"Ah, it's not... we're familiar with each other." Professor Quirrell paused, and a trace of uneasiness flashed in his eyes: "Classmate Black just came to ask me about sucking... vampires."

You're crazy...why are you stuttering again...

"That's right." Louis said suddenly: "I asked why he came to the professor... So, professor, did you ask me to come here just to complain about the pure-blood family?"

Having said this, he took the opportunity to use the Eye of Discrimination on Quirrell's turban.

Tom Riddle (golden dragon logo)

Level???Wizard

Talents: Charms (13), Potions (8), Transfiguration (11), Dark Arts (15), Defense Against the Dark Arts (11), Flying (10), Herbology (3).

Learned spells: Avada Kedavra (level 10), Cruel Cruel (level 10), Out of Body (level 10), Expelliarmus (level 9),???,???

Sure enough, he was an extraordinary talent. When Louis looked at his talent for black magic, a strange thought came to his mind.

[Are you, with your talent for black magic, worthy of calling yourself the Dark Lord in front of me?]

Voldemort just didn't know, otherwise he would have roared angrily: "I, Voldemort, can't hold the knife anymore, or you are too lazy."

However, this time there is also a small line of explanation below the Eye of Discernment.

"Talent 10 is the upper limit for ordinary people. If your talent in a certain area cannot exceed 10, you are destined to not achieve outstanding achievements in this area."

Hermione: No cue.

"Of course." Quirrell...or Professor Voldemort didn't know about Louis' psychological activities: "I have to say, Mr. Mountbatten, most young wizards like you have difficulty even completing a complete spell.

Release, let alone advanced magic spells such as silent spellcasting and armor protection. What surprises me is that you, with such talent and strength, are also working hard to practice magic spells every day. This is what impresses me the most."

"Throughout the past and present, and across the UK and abroad, people who have been able to achieve great things from ancient times to the present not only have talents that are beyond ordinary people, but also have perseverance. This sentence has always been my motto

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Swishing Louise's Chicken Soup for the Soul is as easy as drinking water.