I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Chapter 33 Are You Worthy To Be Called Dark Lord? (Seeking investment tickets to follow up)

While the other three houses were celebrating the weekend alive and kicking, only Slytherin was moaning.

Not because of anything else, Snape even requested that the study time be normal from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] pm and from [-]:[-] pm to [-]:[-] pm.

Louis smacked his lips, thinking this is unbearable?I think back then I came from full-time tutoring every weekend...

The weekend was pretty leisurely, and it wasn't boring to have Catherine with him, and he could discuss with her any doubts about potions.

Tom and Jerry are very sensible, they don't make light bulbs to make Catherine unhappy, they play wizard chess when the cat and the mouse are free, and play tricks on the rats who play tricks on Ron when he is not prepared, that is, they bully Scabbers and dare not speak, otherwise Rowan Eun must be angry.

He always wondered why Banban often looked very tired and weak.

Every time Draco wanted to get closer, he was frightened away by the dangerous eyes of the senior.Poor Draco, he's on the verge of a hangover.

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

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

"Hey, isn't this Senior Black?" Louis said with some disdain, "I haven't seen you for a few days, why are you so distracted?"

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

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

"I seem to have reminded you, dear senior." Louis pulled out his wand and said gently, "I hope you won't run into me when you walk in the future, otherwise I will have to ask Madam Pomfrey to connect your leg."

"Well, since there are no outsiders here, maybe I can give you a choice. Do you come by yourself? Or let me do it?"

"Friendly reminder, if I were allowed to come, it might not be so... friendly."

Patrick gritted his teeth and drew out his wand: "Expelliarmus!"

He also wanted to sneak attack.

He, who was weakened by the trapped spell, was no match for Louis. The backhand of the spell was picked up by Louis, followed by a shot that smashed his body and hit him on the knee.

Patrick let out a scream, which attracted several students who were watching.Louis saw a Slytherin among them, and waved: "The senior over there, yes, it's you, the senior of Slytherin, please send this senior Black to the medical wing, um, he is so careless You can break your leg just by walking."

How dare the senior say no?Ask a friend to lift Patrick and run like a windmill on two legs.

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

"Come in." Professor Quirrell heard Louis' knock on the door.

Louis walked into Professor Quirrell's office, just as he imagined, the whole office was gloomy and gloomy, there were two giant lizards crawling on the green walls, those who didn't know thought he was teaching black magic.

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

It could also be Voldemort's hobby.

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

"No... I have to admit, Mr. Mountbatten, you are really... very special." Professor Quirrell stammered, "I heard about Bu... Black. ...He was born like this unexpectedly."

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

"Oh, yes... yes, I remember wrong." Professor Quirrell smiled slightly: "I always thought that the Black family would be loyal supporters of pure blood, but I didn't expect them to let a mixed-blood adoptive into the family."

He stopped stuttering again.

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

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

Louis always found it strange that Professor Quirrell in front of him, or Voldemort, seemed to deliberately act as if he didn't know Patrick.

"Professor, are you familiar with Patrick? I think he just came out of your office." Louis intends to test Quirrell's reaction.

"Ah, it's not considered acquaintance." Professor Quirrell paused, and a look of unnaturalness flashed in front of his eyes: "Student Black just came to ask me about sucking...vampires."

Crazy...why are you stuttering again...

"That's right." Louis said in a daze, "I said why did he come here to the professor... Then professor, you asked me to come here just to complain about the pure-blood family, right?"

Having said that, he took the opportunity to use the Eye of Discernment on Quirrell's big turban.

Tom Riddle (Golden Dragon Logo)

grade? ? ?wizard

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

Charms learned: Avada Kedavra (Level 10), Cruciatus (Level 10), Out of Body (Level 10), Eliminate Weapons (Level 9), ? ? ? ,? ? ?

Sure enough, he was an unborn talent. Looking at his talent for black magic, a strange thought crossed his mind.

【What the hell is your black magic talent worthy of calling yourself the Dark Lord in front of me? 】

Voldemort just didn't know, otherwise he would have yelled that it was I, Voldemort, who couldn't hold the knife anymore, or you, the boy, who had drifted away.

However, this time, under the Eye of Discernment, there is also a line of small characters explaining it.

"Talent 10 is the upper limit of ordinary people. If you can't break through 10 in a certain aspect, you are destined not to achieve excellence in this aspect."

Hermione: Don't cue.

"Of course." Quirrell...or maybe Professor Voldemort didn't know Louis's mental activities: "I have to say, student Mountbatten, at your age, most young wizards have difficulty even completing a complete spell." Release, not to mention advanced spells such as silently casting armor and body protection. To my surprise, you, who have such talent and strength, are also practicing spells hard every day, which is what impresses me the most."

"Throughout the past and the present, and across the UK and abroad, people who can achieve a career from ancient times to the present are not only talented beyond ordinary people, but also have a strong will. This sentence has always been my motto .”

Louis' Chicken Soup for the Soul is as easy to shake as drinking water.

(End of this chapter)