I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Chapter 66 The first teaching session (seeking to pursue monthly ticket investment)
"Today, the spell we're going to learn is the Shattering Curse." Louis resumed his original tone, and he really couldn't stand Snape's tone.

It's greasy and sloppy, and it's too throat-intensive.

"Everyone, read it with me." Louis was like the English teacher in his previous life: "Reducto."

"Reducto." The students repeated.

Louis suddenly had a sense of seeing that he was in an elementary school English class—the students in front of him were in the same grade as the students who had just taken English class, except that their skin color was different.

However, he also noticed a hiccup.

"Mr. Finnigan." He called the name of the blaster: "Please repeat the spell."

"Redu'o" is clearly a problem with the blaster's pronunciation, with a heavy London handlebar accent.

He swallowed one more k sound than the handlebars.

"Perhaps your accent really needs to be corrected. You must know that in the early stage of learning to cast spells, the accent can be said to be missing by a tiny bit." Louis said with some regret: "I seem to know why you always use magic spells as Because of the Blasting Curse—"

"Come on, read it with me again, Reducto." Louis tried to guide the demolition ghost on the right track.

"Reduc'o." This time there is the sound of k.

"Okay, not bad, very good progress, Mr. Finnigan." Louis corrected tirelessly: "You need to pay attention to the shape of your mouth and the way you pronounce it. You must make two plosive sounds, reducto."

"Reducto." Although it still sounded awkward, Seamus had managed to spit out the voiceless consonants he had eaten.

"Very good, very good, Mr. Finnigan." Louis clapped his hands in praise: "Keep going like this, well, you can practice a few more times in your seat——Next, the most exciting part of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is about to come. "

At this time, the expectations of the students were all raised by Louis, especially Harry and Ron, who were so backward that they almost touched the people behind them.

What surprised him more was that Draco, who had always been relatively calm, looked at him with eyes full of expectation.

Louis clapped his hands, and Tom and Jerry walked in carrying a strange and quaint floor-to-ceiling mirror.

"Mirror of Erised! It's the Mirror of Erised!" Harry shouted, "No wonder I couldn't find him. You took him away..."

Louis waved his wand gracefully like a music conductor: "Well, now, what you are about to face is a monster from the abyss—"

The students gasped.

What about the abyss, who has heard of such a thing?
"Professor, what is the abyss?" Hermione really lived up to her Chinese translation name, she could be called sensitive and eager to learn.

"You can understand it as hell, or purgatory." Louis shrugged: "I don't want to mention that kind of place too much... Well, since you were the first to ask the question, Miss Granger, then... You will be the first to conduct the trial!"

Somewhat with a little personal grievances belong to it.

This is the price of talking too much.

"Everyone, come over and line up, headed by Miss Granger, right." Under Louis' command, the students in the class formed a long line.

Louis walked up to Hermione, raised his head and looked at the Mirror of Erised: "Have you remembered the spell, Miss Granger?"

"Remember...remember." Hermione swallowed, she was a little guilty - after all, she hadn't been beaten by Lockhart, how would the students know what the teaching assistant would do to survive?

"3... 2... 1..." Louis waved his wand and drew it towards the magic mirror.

Then, he stretched out his hands slowly, and gracefully blocked his two ears under the puzzled eyes of the students.

A strange thing happened. Ripples like water ripples appeared on the surface of the magic mirror. Gradually, a skinny arm stretched out and grabbed the mirror frame. Afterwards, the withered and ferocious head of the owner of the arm also poked out from the Mirror of Erised. out.

"Ah——" Hermione let out a high-pitched scream, almost, almost equal to Vitas.

What came out of the magic mirror was a living corpse from the high walls of Lothric.

You can tell by the name, living corpses, how can they look good... They are completely zombie-like ferocious humans, but compared to zombies, their bodies are too skinny and skinny.

"Okay, okay, our Miss Granger, I think you may be more suitable to participate in the soprano selection competition, maybe you should not be at Hogwarts, but you should go to the Opera Academy for further studies?" Louise was not yin or yang. Said calmly: "If you can pay attention, this living corpse is about to come out."

Hermione's little face was flushed, and her subconscious reaction was to run.It's not her fault, for a 13-year-old witch, this situation is indeed a bit scary.

Hermione's birthday is in September, so she is one year later than Harry and the others, that is, she enters school at the age of 12, and the second semester of the first grade happens to be 13 years old.The same is true for Catherine. She and Gemini are in the same class, but they are 14 years old.

Think about how you would react when you encountered such a monster when you were just in the first grade of junior high school.

"It's so urgent, it's coming out." Louis continued to remind Hermione in a toneless manner.

Trembling, Hermione raised her small hand holding the wand, and stammered, "Professor, he he he he..."

"Don't worry, everything is up to me." Louis reached out and patted Hermione's shoulder lightly.

Hermione, who was encouraged, was inexplicably relieved as if she had taken a reassurance.She took a deep breath, waited for the corpse to stand firm, raised her wand, and shouted in a low voice: "Reducto!"

The curse shot out from the tip of the staff, and hit the living corpse. The living corpse couldn't bear the force of the curse, and it shattered into pieces of ashes and flew into the magic mirror.

In order not to cause any psychological shadow to the little wizards, the Lothric corpse modified by Louis is also very environmentally friendly.

The little wizards of Gryffindor erupted into cheers. Even though Hermione was a bit unpopular at ordinary times, she had made a good start for everyone after all.

"Professor, don't you give us extra points?" Ron asked foolishly, "Look how good our Hermione is, just give us one extra point."

Louis smiled: "I don't have the right to add points, but I can deduct points for you. How about it, Mr. Weasley, do you want to taste the feeling of being deducted?"

"Uh, still not." Ron replied sarcastically, causing a burst of good-natured laughter.

A thousand paper cranes floated past his eyes.

It flew into Harry's hand.

Harry followed the direction of the paper crane and saw Draco winking at him.

He opened the thousand paper cranes, and there was a magical painting on it, in gif format, with a small figure wearing glasses, and it was him at first glance; there was also a losric living corpse, kissing the frightened little figure.

Harry was choked up at the time, and he looked at Draco with a puffy face, still thinking about what to scold and it would be better to go back.

(End of this chapter)