I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Chapter 34 Professor Lodge

Professor Voldemort looked at Louis with more appreciation in his eyes.

"I have to remind you that this world is not stable." Professor Voldemort's eyes flickered: "Defense Against the Dark Arts cannot cope with all situations. As a teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts, it is necessary to tell you that dealing with some black arts Wizard, the best way is to use some unusual magic."

Louis was very skeptical. The Dark Lord in front of him definitely had a part-time job of abducting children.

Like a bad uncle who seduces Lori to watch goldfish.

"I don't understand, Professor." Louis looked at Professor Voldemort puzzled.

"Take the species of werewolves as an example. They are inherently more resistant to magic than ordinary people." Professor Voldemort's eyes were as innocent as Ding Zhen: "Normally, it is difficult for ordinary wizards to rely on fainting and smashing their bones." effectively harming them."

"So... are you planning to teach me some extracurricular magic?" Louis pointed.

"I can understand the doubts in your heart. In order to dispel unnecessary doubts, I think it is necessary for you to practice it yourself." Voldemort's tone was very understanding, probably to paralyze Louis.

"How to practice?" Louis became interested.

"It so happened that I caught a werewolf, you can try to attack him." Voldemort said, waving his wand in his hand, and opened the gloomy cabinet beside him, revealing a sleeping werewolf.

"Uh, professor, I'm still a first-grade kid." Louis looked at the werewolf in the cabinet with a deliberately frightened expression: "What if he hurts me?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Mountbatten." Old God Voldemort said comfortably: "With me by your side, this werewolf will not hurt you."

Voldemort slapped the werewolf's face with clear water like a spring. The werewolf woke up from a coma and shook his head, obviously not knowing what was going on.

"Nicholas Adelaide." Voldemort's eyes flashed a trace of memory: "I used to be a member of the Death Eaters. After Voldemort failed, he was captured in Azkaban... After escaping from prison a while ago, he was arrested in the Forbidden Forest. I caught it by accident."

Good guy, are you kidding yourself?Three periods crossed Louis' mind.

I really want to know how Voldemort will feel when he says he has failed.Come to think of it, releasing Avada to eat a big melon on a one-year-old child was counter-killed, it's really...

Some are indescribable.

"I will keep an eye on your safety, you just need to attack this werewolf..." Voldemort's tone was firm: "You need to really understand in battle that disarming spells and stun spells alone cannot deal with all situations. "

"I think this werewolf will show you that you should indeed master some new spells." Voldemort's voice was persuasive.

"Then, Professor." Louis looked at Voldemort innocently, "If I accidentally killed your werewolf, you wouldn't blame me, would you?"

Voldemort looked at Louis with the eyes of a newborn calf, and laughed wildly: "Hahahaha...Student Mountbatten, I didn't expect you to be very humorous. Well, I don't think that a little wizard like you can kill a monster on his own. Werewolf, I know you are a little genius, but there are some things that can't be achieved only by the imagination of a genius."

"Just tell me what you will do if I succeed."

"If you can kill this werewolf, I will be called Rocky from now on." Voldemort said firmly.

Professor Quirrell: "?"

Louis flicked his hand, and in Voldemort's surprised eyes, a slender crystal sword appeared in his hand.

"Lumos Maxima! (Super Fluorescent Flashes)"

The intense and dazzling light blinded the werewolf's eyes like a flash bomb, and he only had time to "oooo" halfway before Louis cut his head off with a sword.

Voldemort stared wide-eyed at the suspension rails in front of him, his mouth opened like a toad.

"Professor Rocky, it seems that this werewolf is not a problem that a little wizard like me can't solve, look..." Louis shook the crystal sword that didn't have a drop of blood on it: "Magic in the physics department seems to be very useful. "

After staying with Catherine for a long time, he also contracted the problem of yin and yang.

But having said that... the crystal sword, which destroys evil, has a very high damage bonus effect on werewolves.

"Professor? What's the matter with you?" Louis stretched out his hand to Voldemort's astonished eyes: "What do you think of this surprise I gave you?"

Voldemort: Do I know what to look at?You translate for me, what, horse riding, called, surprise?

"Very good, very good, Mr. Louis." After a long while, Voldemort finally recovered from Louis' superb swordsmanship: "You... far exceeded my expectations, well, but other magic still needs to be learned." He looked Looking at the wolf head lying on the ground, he said, "I need to tidy up my office now. After all, it doesn't look good to let this werewolf lie on the ground."

"what do you mean?"

"You go back first, and come back next Saturday, and I will personally teach you some interesting new magic." Voldemort looked tired.

"Okay professor, then I'll be leaving first, good night." Louis waved his hand obediently, held Jerry in his pocket who was about to give Voldemort a hard time, and ran out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office in a hurry.

After Louis left, the gloomy Professor Quirrell finally returned to normal.He looked around furtively, and asked with some trepidation: "Master...Master?"

"Idiot! You almost ruined my plan!" A squeaky voice sounded from the back of Quirrell's head: "Why did you let that idiot Blake come over at this time? Damn..."

"Put down the scarf and let me breathe," he ordered again.

Professor Quirrell took off the scarf as he said. Under the scarf, that is, behind Quirrell's head, there was a strangely shaped face with a nose.

The odd shape may be because the owner of this face is not in a very beautiful mood right now.

"Hello, Mr. Mountbatten... It seems that you have begun to doubt your relationship with Patrick..." Professor Quirrell said hesitantly.

"Idiot! You are the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts now! He is a student, why would he doubt you for no reason?" Voldemort's mentality was a little bit broken: "When you think about a problem, you have to think about it first."

"Forget it, find a time to lift Black's Imperius Curse, and then get rid of him." Voldemort ordered: "The longer you stay, the more suspicious Dumbledore will be."

"Yes, master." Professor Quirrell humbly agreed.

Voldemort's face glued to the back of Professor Quirrell's head contorted for a while, and finally broke into a long sigh.

Tired, destroy it.

Fu Gong's ingenious plan to secure the world, it is true to lose the werewolf and lose the army.

(End of this chapter)