Louis clenched his wand in his pocket, seemingly unmoved, just walking on his own.

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

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

？？？ , Level 20 Wizard.

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

"Who else is the Slytherin Mudbloods besides you?"

The senior's tone was full of disdain, and his expression was still that pretending to be distorted, like those gangster classmates in school in his previous life, pretending to be vicious, in fact, he couldn't draw a tiger or an anti-dog.

"I'm not a doctor, if you're constipated, go to the medical wing and find Lady Pomfrey, my dear senior."

Louis owed a debt and smiled very straightly.

"Enough! You filthy, scumbag maggot! The senior didn't understand that the 'mudblood' junior in front of him was sarcastic about his expression, and he shouted angrily: "I'm going to twist your arm and stuff it into my mouth!" Make you regret coming into this world! ”

"Honestly, my dear senior, your common sense is really not good." Louis took a moment to put his mind and said slowly: "In the first place, it is impossible for a man's mouth to fit his arms; Secondly, is there a possibility that being in the same academy with someone like you is a common shame for everyone - oh, I know you're in a hurry, but don't worry, it's just a conjecture of mine, not necessarily right. ”

"You mudblood—you deserve to look down on me?" The senior has a red face and red ears, like an angry bull.

"No, no, no, I'm not looking down on you." Louis smiled softly and looked around, "I mean, I look down on all of you. ”

When the senior's follower heard this, his face changed, and he was about to rush forward.

"The mudbloods of the first grade dare to be so arrogant......" The senior stopped the movement of the classmate, put his hand into his arms, and drew his wand: "Draw your wand, I, Samir Lestrange from the seventh grade!" Duel against you! ”

"You also know you're in seventh grade." Louis chuckled and drew his wand, "Look, this is what it's called 'pure-blood'?" As your dear junior, it is necessary for me to remind you that it is a very shameful thing for the seventh grade senior to launch a duel against the first grade junior, regardless of whether you win or lose. ”

"Less nonsense, let's get started."

Saada ...... Samir is ready for battle, he already has victory in his heart, no matter what, this duel is seventh grade against first grade, the advantage is his!

"You really should learn the etiquette and bow before the duel, even I, a first-grader, know it." Louis smiled softly, his face as warm as a spring breeze.

"You mudblood, you deserve to be my ......"

Before Samir could finish his sentence, he felt a powerful force press against his back, forcing him to bend down. He used all his strength, but he couldn't stand up straight, so he could only raise his head with difficulty, and what he faced was Louis's eyes as deep as the abyss!

"Alright, one bow is fine."

Louis let go of the wizard's hand, and Samir only felt a lightness on his body, and finally relented. But he was already carried away by anger, where did he think about the magic of Louis's hanging rail, and his mind was full of tidying up the junior brother in front of him.

“Expelliarmus！ (Except for your weapons)"

Before Samir could react, his hand was loosened, and the wand in his hand flew into Louis's hand with a whirl.

* "You have gained 10 Disarming Charm Mastery. ”

"You've lost, senior." With an elegant smile on his face, Louis bowed slightly and thanked, "Thank you, senior, for letting me strike first, you are really a model Slytherin student." ”

Samir, who was already carried away by anger, could not hold back when he heard this, his red eyes were red, and he rushed towards Louis with his legs outstretched, like an angry bull.

"Levicorpus."

Charging Samir was hoisted upside down, and Louis was kind enough to let him spin slowly like a roast duck in a hanging oven. Samir was also dishonest when he was hanged, swearing foul language, greeting Louis's family and trying to summon his younger brothers to attack Louis.

Finally, someone couldn't help it and fired a series of evil spells at Louis.

But he didn't look back, just swiped his wand lightly, and a pale blue shield of light blocked all those evil spells.

* "You gained 1 Iron Charm Mastery. ”

* "You gained 1 Iron Charm Mastery. ”

Louis pouted without a trace, Slytherin seniors only have this ability? It doesn't look like it's any different from table tennis.

"It's the Iron Armor Spell...... Still silently casting spells......" The crowd suddenly boiled, 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 henchmen, Crabbe and Goyle, "See, this is my good friend!" As for the Iron Armor Spell, even many adult wizards, and even some Aurors, can't successfully cast it! But my good friend did it! And it's a silent spell! ”

“Langlock！ (Tongue Seal Throat)"

In the bewildered gaze of everyone, this spell of Louis ...... It's on Samir's ass.

“Relashio！ (Loose Force)"

The spell was placed on Samir's stomach.

Then, Louis let go of the upside-down golden bell charm, and Samir fell to the ground with a thud. Just as he was about to pounce, there was a sharp pain in his abdomen, and he glanced at Louis angrily and ran towards the bathroom. But after a while, he ran back, his face was red, his whole body trembled like chaff, and he looked at Louis angrily: "What the hell have you done to me!" I...... How can I ......"

"Oh, I'm sorry." Louis said innocently, "Maybe the spell thinks your mouth is too dirty, and it takes it as your mouth...... I'm so sorry...... But senior, you know me, I'm just a first-year student......" He showed a confused expression: "I...... I'm not going to curse back. ”

"You're ......!" Samir grinned in a hurry, so that it was not painful. He glanced at Louis with resentment, shook his head at his mates, and turned to leave.

With a flick of Louis' wand, he hoisted Samir up again with an upside-down bell, and sealed his mouth with his hand.

"Look, it's urgent." Louis looked at the snorting Samir and gently warned him, "This is just a small warning, my dear senior - if you are still ignorant of the current affairs, it is not so simple. ”

He waved his wand and put Samir down and asked, "So...... Do you still dare to call me a mudblood? Senior? ”

"You...... You are a good wizard, Mr. Mountbatten. Samir endured the discomfort in his abdomen and squeezed out a smile that was more ugly than crying: "Muggles are also ...... It's also going to give birth to good wizards, sorry, but I'm narrow-minded. ”

This is the wizard of Slytherin, who knows the times very well. What pure-blood supremacy, as long as the fist is big enough, there is no hesitation to recognize Voldemort as a hybrid terrorist. Louis chuckled in his heart and quietly patted Samir on the shoulder: "It's not your fault that you're narrow-sighted and unheard, my father studied at Durmstrang. ”

As soon as this sentence came out, not only the onlookers who ate melons, but even Samir, who had been rectified, and his followers, looked at Louis with the rejection and alienation in their eyes.