"What a stupid deer." The senior sister's eyes were filled with pity: "Do you think my IQ is the same as yours?" I'm too young to try what it's like to be buried alive. ”

With that, she reluctantly returned her wand to Louis.

"Very good wand, fawn-san." The senior sister, who has always had a poisonous tongue, actually praised this wand for the first time.

"Keep it, looks like you need it more than I do." Louis pushes his wand back to his senpai.

The system's rating for wands is +20% increase, and Louis is not interested in fire spells anyway, and he plans to be a favor.

Only by building a good relationship can you make further excessive demands, such as...... Hey, hey, hey?

At this moment, the senior sister's expression was stunned for a long time, and she asked with a little disbelief: "You mean...... Give it to me? You're not in the wrong mind, Mountbatten-san, you probably don't understand the value of this wand—"

Even the fawn stopped barking.

"Rest assured, no one understands the value of this wand better than I do." Louis opened his hands and made a classic gesture: "I may trouble you to take me on a night tour many times in the future, so I will take it as a reward." ”

He said in a relaxed tone.

Catherine looked at Louis for a moment, and finally whispered, "Thank you." ”

"I'm really a little unaccustomed to you not having a poisonous tongue, I still like your kind of, well, the arrogant look of the poisonous tongue, you recover ......"

A cold wand rested on his chin.

"Eat venison tonight." There was a dangerous glint in the senior sister's eyes.

Louis closed his mouth in amusement.

After tiptoeing back to the dormitory, Louis took out a large and a small mysterious pet egg and placed it at the head of the bed.

Look at the instructions, there are still two days to hatch.

A good meal is not afraid of being late, and with a pleasant mood, Louis fell asleep.

Thursday's only Defence Against the Dark Arts class was late, and looking at the anticipating looks on his friends, Louis couldn't bear to burst their illusions - just let them be happy for a while.

The damp room and the musty smell were the first impressions of the Defence Against the Dark Arts class. The thick curtains completely block out the midday sun, and with those strangely shaped potted plants, the whole room creates a strange smell, and the ignorant little wizards even think that they have crossed over.

When Professor Quirrell, wrapped in a turban, entered, the room got worse. The lingering smell of garlic made the students roll their eyes.

Professor Quirrell looked harmless, with a bit of innocence and a hint of shyness, even in the face of a young wizard many years younger than him, he looked very nervous. He stammered as he greeted everyone while holding his turban.

Draco sat next to Louis and whispered, "The Defence Against the Dark Arts professor let this kind of person be in the position, my dad would have asked the board to fire him if he knew." ”

"Indeed." Louis nodded in appreciation, he didn't like the teacher very much.

But Draco's reasoning was completely different.

Just like playing games, Louis has always believed that people are divided into two kinds: one is vegetables, and if his strength is not good, it is a big deal to be beaten up, and the next fight will be over, and he has always been very tolerant of rookies; Like the kind of people who rush to deliver it, the kind of people are bad, and they are completely different from the dishes. Every time he encounters this bad ratio, Louis has to do oral gymnastics with affection.

If Professor Quirrell was just a dish, it would be perfectly tolerable, and it would be a big deal to study on his own.

Professor Quirrell on the podium introduced himself and stammered, "...... Students, who of you ...... Who knew Defence Against the Dark Arts was ...... What is it? ”

The class was silent, except for Hermione, who raised her little hand in the air.

Louis didn't really like to be in the limelight, especially in front of Professor Quirrell, what if he was targeted by Voldemort......

"This ...... This classmate, please come back to ...... Reply. Professor Quirrell motioned for Hermione to speak.

"Magic used to protect oneself from the Dark Arts, as well as some offensive spells that have the ability to unravel spells, collectively known as Defence Against the Dark Arts."

"It's ...... Very good, Ge...... Gryffindor plus five points! Professor Quirrell glanced at the roster with the magic photo head: "Hermione G...... Granger replied very, very well. ”

"That'...... Who knows...... You know, Defence Against the Dark Arts is ...... What are they? ”

Professor Quirrell picked Draco to answer.

"Armor, Professor." Draco looked at Louis with some pride.

Louis chuckled in his heart, you kid shut up for me......

He was angry and angry, and hesitated to give Draco a tongue lock on his throat, but Draco said quickly, quickly and with pride, "My roommate, Louis, can cast the Iron Armor Spell silently!" ”

Looking at his expression, it was clearly written, "My brother Louis has the posture of an archmage."

Louis's eyes darkened.

Murphy's Law is true, friend, you're really my good friend, Draco!

Louis gritted his teeth, angry, but still smiling.

He secretly decided in his heart that when Draco entered the Forbidden Forest Cave for his adventure, he must give the little bastard some spices.

"Oh?" Professor Quirrell was interested: "Road...... Louis Classmate ...... It's so talented, can you show it to everyone? ”

Louis sighed, he couldn't hide from it anyway, so he might as well pick up Professor Quirrell's wool...... So he stiffened his head and said, "Please use your weapon against me, Professor." ”

"Okay." Professor Quirrell pulled out his wand, "You...... You're going to get ready, I'm going to get started. ”

"Come on!" Louis was ready for battle.

"Except for your weapons!"

A scarlet light shot out from Professor Quirrell's wand head, and Louis didn't dare to be careless, raising his hand to flick the disarming spell away with a blue shield of light.

* "You have gained 1000 Iron Charm Mastery. ”

Louis slowly opened his mouth wide, he hadn't spoken a dirty word in eleven years, and he actually said a word of Fack in his heart for the first time.

This horse is definitely Voldemort's temporary upper body!

Professor Quirrell ...... Or maybe Professor Voldemort gave Louis a meaningful look.

"Yes, outstanding performance." He stopped stammering and looked at Louis with a smile: "Come to my office on Sunday night, Mr. Mountbatten, I would like to instruct you on your Defence Against the Dark Arts." ”

There was a commotion among the classmates, and Hermione stared at Louis with a very envious look, looking eager to take his place and go to Professor Quirrell to open a small stove.

If she knew who was teaching the spells, she didn't know if she would be able to maintain the enthusiasm she was now.

"I ...... Uh, I can't do it, professor......" Louis asked dryly.

"A seedling like you, as a professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts, is a murder of your talent, Mr. Mountbatten."

Professor Quirrell was obsessed with Luis.