I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Chapter 12 Duel
Louis put his hands in his pockets and clenched his wand tightly. On the surface, he remained calm, just walking forward on his own.

"Hey, stop, what about you, Mudblood." The senior called to Louis.

"You're calling me?" Louis turned around gracefully and slapped a discerning eye.

? ? ? , level 20 wizard.

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

"Who else is a Mudblood in Slytherin but you?"

The senior's tone was full of disdain, and his expression was still pretending to be distorted. He was very much like those gangsters in school in his previous life, who tried to put on a fierce look. In fact, painting a tiger is not an anti-dog .

"I'm not a doctor. If you are constipated, please go to the medical wing to find Ms. Pomfrey, my dear senior."

Louis leaned forward and smiled upright.

"That's enough! You dirty, despicable maggot!" The senior didn't understand that the 'Mudblood' junior in front of him was mocking his expression, and he roared angrily: "I'm going to take your arm Twist it off and stuff it in your mouth! Make you regret coming to this world!"

"To be honest, my dear senior, your common sense is really not very good." Louis said slowly and calmly: "First of all, it is impossible for a person's mouth to hold his arms; secondly, is there a possibility, and People like you are in a college, and it is a common shame for everyone—oh, I know you are in a hurry, but don't worry, this is just my guess, it may not be right."

"You Mudblood—you deserve to look down on me?" The senior blushed like an angry bull.

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

The senior's follower's face changed when he heard the words, and he was about to charge forward.

"A first-year Mudblood dares to be so arrogant..." The senior stopped the follower, reached into his arms, and drew out his wand: "Draw out your wand, I, Samir Lestrange from the seventh grade! To you Initiate a duel!"

"You also know that you are in the seventh grade." Louis smiled lightly and pulled out his wand: "Look, this is the so-called 'Pure Blood Supreme'? It is a very shameful thing for juniors in grades to initiate a duel, no matter whether they win or lose."

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

Sada... Samir is ready to fight, he already has the winning chance in his heart, no matter what, this duel is seventh grade vs first grade, and he has the advantage!
"You should really learn etiquette. You have to bow before a duel. Even a first-year kid like me knows that." Louis smiled softly, his face as warm as a spring breeze.

"You, a mudblood, are worthy of my bow..."

Before Samir finished speaking, he felt an irresistible force pressing on his back, forcing him to bend down.He exhausted all his strength, but he couldn't stand up straight. He could only lift his head up with difficulty, and what he faced was Louis' pair of eyes as deep as an abyss!

"Okay, just bow once."

Louis let go of the wizard's hand, and Samir only felt light on his body, and finally recovered.But he, who was already dazzled by anger, never thought about the magic of Louis' hanging rails. All he could think about was cleaning up the little boy in front of him.

"Expelliarmus! (Expelliarmus)"

Before Samir could react, he let go of his hand, and the wand in his hand whirled and flew into Louis's hand.

*"You have gained 10 disarming spell proficiency."

"You lost, senior." With an elegant smile on Louis' face, he bowed slightly and thanked, "Thank you senior for letting me make the first move. You are really a model student of Slytherin."

Samir, who was already dazzled by anger, couldn't hold back when he heard the words. His eyes were red, and he rushed towards Louis like an angry bull.

"Levicorpus (Fuchsia)."

Samir, who was charging, was suddenly hung upside down, and Louis thoughtfully made him spin slowly like a roast duck in a hanging furnace.Samir was not being honest when he was hanging, he kept swearing, greeted Louis's family, and tried to summon his little brothers to attack Louis.

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

But he didn't turn his head, just swiped lightly with his wand, and a light blue light shield blocked all those curses.

* "You have gained 1 point of proficiency in the Iron Armor Curse."

* "You have gained 1 point of proficiency in the Iron Armor Curse."

Louis curled his lips indistinctly, that's the only thing Slytherin seniors can do?It seems that it is no different from table tennis.

"Is it the Iron Armor Curse... or silent spellcasting..." The crowd suddenly boiled up, 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 Curse, even many grown-ups Wizards, and even some Aurors couldn't cast it successfully! But my good friend did it! And it's silent!"

"Langlock! (Lock tongue and throat)"

Under everyone's puzzled eyes, Louis cast this curse... on Samir's ass.

"Relashio! (Lisong Jinxie)"

The spell was cast on Samir's stomach.

Then, Louis released the Fuchsia Curse, and Samir fell to the ground with a thud.Just as he was about to pounce, he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. He glanced at Louis angrily, and ran to the bathroom.But he ran back after a while, his face flushed, his whole body trembling like chaff, and he looked at Louis angrily: "What did you do to me! I...how can I..."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Louis said innocently: "Maybe the curse thinks your mouth is too dirty, and it's your mouth... I'm so sorry... But you know me, senior, I'm just a first-year student student..." He showed a troubled expression: "I...I don't know how to counter-curse."

"You...!" Samir bared his teeth anxiously, in great pain.He glanced at Louis resentfully, shook his head at his followers, turned and left.

Louis flicked his wand lightly, hung Samir with a fuchsia again, and sealed his mouth.

"Look, I'm in a hurry." Louis looked at Samir, who was screaming, and warned him gently: "This is just a small warning, my dear senior—if you want to remain ignorant of current affairs, it's not the case Easy."

He waved his wand to 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 squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying: "Muggles... also have excellent wizards, sorry , I am narrow-minded."

This is the wizard of Slytherin, very sensible.What is pure blood supremacy, as long as the fist is big enough, there is no hesitation in recognizing mixed blood terrorists like Voldemort as the main ones.Louis smiled lightly in his heart, and patted Samir's shoulder calmly: "It's not your fault that you are narrow-minded and ignorant. My father studied in Durmstrang."

As soon as this sentence came out, not only the onlookers eating melons, but also Samir and his followers who had been rectified together, the repulsion and alienation in the eyes of Louis disappeared.

(End of this chapter)