I'm the king of scrolls at Hogwarts

Professor Voldemort looked at Louis with more and 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 Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, it is necessary to tell you that it is difficult to deal with some dark arts." Wizards, the best way is to use some unusual magic."

Louis was very suspicious that the Dark Lord in front of him definitely had a part-time job of kidnapping children.

Like a bad uncle who seduces Lolita to look at goldfish.

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

"Take werewolves as an example. They are naturally resistant to magic beyond ordinary people." Professor Voldemort's eyes were as innocent as Ding Zhen's: "Normally speaking, it would be very difficult for ordinary wizards to just faint and be broken into pieces. causing effective harm to them."

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

"I can understand your inner doubts. In order to dispel this unnecessary doubt, 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.

"I just happened to catch a werewolf, you can try to attack him." Voldemort said, waving his wand, opening the gloomy cabinet on the side, revealing a sleeping werewolf.

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

"Don't worry, Mr. Mountbatten." Lord Voldemort said calmly: "As long as I am by your side, this werewolf will not hurt you."

Voldemort poured water on the werewolf's face. The werewolf woke up from a coma and shook his head, obviously not knowing what the scene was like.

"Nicholas Adelaide." A trace of recollection flashed in Voldemort's eyes: "He was once a member of the Death Eaters. After Voldemort failed, he was captured in Azkaban... After escaping from prison a while ago, he was captured in the Forbidden Forest. I caught it by accident.”

Good guy, are you trying to trick one of your own people? Louis had three full stops in his mind.

I really want to know how Voldemort would feel when he said he failed. Think about it, it’s really…

Some are indescribable.

"I will pay attention to your safety. You only need to attack this werewolf..." Voldemort said with determination: "You need to truly understand during the battle that disarming spells and stun spells alone cannot deal with all situations. "

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

"Well, Professor." Louis looked at Voldemort with innocent eyes: "If your werewolf is accidentally killed by me, you won't blame me, right?"

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

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

"If you can kill this werewolf, my name will be 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 flashing)"

The fierce and dazzling light blinded the werewolf's eyes like a flash bomb. He only had time to "ooh" before his head was cut off by Louis' sword.

Voldemort stared at the hanging rail in front of him with his eyes wide open, and 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 was not stained with a drop of blood: "Physics magic seems to be very useful. "

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

But having said that...something like a crystal sword that destroys evil has a very high damage bonus to werewolves.

"Professor? What's wrong with you?" Louis stretched out his hand and waved it in front of 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, shouting, surprise?

"Very good, very good, Mr. Louis." After a while, Voldemort finally recovered from Louis' superb swordsmanship: "You... are far beyond my expectations, well, but other magics still need to be learned." He looked at He looked at the dead wolf head on the ground and said, "I need to tidy up the office now. After all, it doesn't look good with this werewolf lying on the ground."

"what do you mean?"

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

"Okay Professor, I'll go now, good night." Louis waved his hand obediently, held down Jerry who was about to give Voldemort a life in his pocket, and ran out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

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

"Idiot! You almost ruined my plan!" A chirping voice sounded behind Quirrell's head: "Why did you let that idiot Black come over at this time? Damn it..."

"Put down the hood and let me breathe." He ordered again.

Professor Quirrell took off his scarf as instructed. Under the scarf, on the back of Quirrell's head, there was a strange-shaped face with a nose.

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

"Hello Mr. Mountbatten...it seems that I have begun to doubt your relationship with Patrick..." Professor Quirrell said hesitantly.

"Idiot! You are now the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts! As a student, why would he doubt you for no reason?" Voldemort's mentality was a bit broken: "When thinking about problems, you must think through your head first."

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

"Yes, Master." Professor Quirrell humbly agreed.

Voldemort's face stuck behind Professor Quirrell's head twisted for a while, and finally turned into a long sigh.

Tired, destroy it.

Fu Gong's clever plan to calm the world, he lost the werewolf and defeated the army.