I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 33 You dare call yourself the Dark Lord? (Please vote and follow for more reading!)

While the other three houses were celebrating the weekend with great enthusiasm, Slytherin was the only one groaning and sighing.

For no other reason than that Snape even required regular study time from 3 to 4 pm and from 7 to 9 pm.

Louis clicked his tongue, thinking to himself, "This is it? Back in the day, I used to spend every weekend in tutoring..."

The weekend passed quite leisurely. With Catherine by his side, it wasn't boring at all. He could even discuss any questions he had about potions with her.

Tom and Jerry were quite sensible and didn't want to be a third wheel and upset Catherine. The cat and mouse would play wizard chess when they had nothing to do, and they would tease Ron's mouse when he wasn't looking. They were just bullying Scabbers because he was too scared to talk, otherwise Ron would definitely be angry.

He was always curious why Banban often looked so tired and listless.

Every time Draco tried to get closer, he was scared away by his senior's dangerous gaze. Poor Draco, it's almost causing him lasting problems.

Happy times are always short-lived. On Sunday evening, Louis, with Jerry in his pocket, nervously made his way to Professor Quirrell's office.

At the doorway, he happened to see Patrick coming out of Quirrell's office. Patrick also saw Louis, and his expression involuntarily turned flustered.

"Hey, isn't this senior Blake?" Louis said with a hint of disdain, "Haven't seen you for a few days, what's gotten into you?"

"This...this is Professor Quirrell's office, you...you mustn't do anything reckless!" Patrick stammered, as if he had caught Professor Quirrell's stutter.

Could it be that this stuttering is contagious, like that of a royal halibut?

"I seem to have reminded you, dear senior," Louis said gently, drawing his wand. "I hope you don't run into me on your way out of here, or you'll have to trouble Mrs. Pomfrey to put your leg back on."

"Well, since there are no outsiders here, I might give you a choice: would you like to do it yourself, or let me do it?"

"Friendly reminder, if I were in charge, things might not be so... friendly."

Patrick gritted his teeth and drew his wand: "Expelliarmus!"

He also wanted to launch a sneak attack.

Weakened by the spell, he was no match for Louis. Louis easily knocked the spell away, followed by a Shattered Bones attack that struck his knee.

Patrick let out a scream, attracting several onlookers. Louis noticed one of the Slytherins and beckoned, "Hey, you there, yes, you, the Slytherin senior, could you please take this Black senior to the hospital wing? Hmm, he's so careless, he can break his leg just walking around."

How could the senior dare to say no? He called a friend to lift up the Patrick and ran like a windmill.

With a regretful sigh, Louis knocked on Professor Quirrell's office door.

"Come in." Professor Quirrell heard Louis's knock on the door.

Louis walked into Professor Quirrell's office, and just as he had imagined, the entire office was gloomy and dark, with two giant lizards crawling on the green walls. Anyone who didn't know better would think he was teaching black magic.

I really don't understand why Professor Quirrell, a Ravenclaw, would be so fond of green. Could it be because his love life has gone wrong in the past?

It could also be Voldemort's hobby.

The moment he entered the office, he felt himself being stared at by a chilling aura, as if an invisible, icy giant hand was gripping his heart, making him feel suffocated.

"No... I have to admit, Mountbatten, you really are... very special." Professor Quirrell stammered, "I've heard about Black... I never imagined that someone born pureblood would turn out like this."

"Isn't he mixed race?" Louis asked, puzzled.

"Oh, right...right, I misremembered." Professor Quirrell smiled slightly. "I always thought the Black family would be staunch supporters of purebloods, but I never expected them to let a half-blood be adopted into their family."

He stopped stuttering.

"In this respect, pure-blood families always have a flexible moral bottom line," Louis chuckled.

Quirrell laughed, a very happy laugh: "You're right, Mr. Mountbatten, that's indeed how pure-blood families are."

Louis found it strange that Professor Quirrell, or rather Voldemort, seemed to be deliberately acting as if he didn't recognize Patrick.

"Professor, are you acquainted with Patrick? I saw him just come out of your office." Louis intended to test Quirrell's reaction.

"Ah, well... well, we're not exactly close." Professor Quirrell paused, a hint of unease flashing across his eyes. "Black just came to ask me about... vampires."

You're crazy... Why are you stuttering again...?

"I see." Louis feigned realization. "No wonder he came to see you, Professor... So, Professor, you didn't call me here just to complain about pure-blood families, did you?"

At this point, he took the opportunity to use his Eye of Recognition on Quirrell's large headscarf.

Tom Riddle (Golden Dragon Logo)

Level? Wizard

Talents: Charms (13), Potions (8), Transfiguration (11), Dark Magic (15), Defense Against the Dark Arts (11), Flight (10), Herbalism (3).

Learned the following spells: Avada Kedavra (Level 10), Cruciatus Curse (Level 10), Exorcism (Level 10), Exorcise Your Weapon (Level 9), ? ? ? , ? ? ?

Indeed, he was a rare talent. Looking at his dark magic talent, a strange thought actually crossed Louis's mind.

"With your talent for dark magic, you dare call yourself the Dark Lord in front of me?!"

Voldemort simply didn't know, otherwise he would have roared, "Am I Voldemort too weak to wield a knife, or have you gotten too cocky, kid?"

However, this time, a line of small text explaining the identification was also provided below the eye of recognition.

"A talent level of 10 is the upper limit for ordinary people. If one's talent in a certain area cannot break through 10, one is destined not to achieve outstanding success in that area."

Hermione: Don't mention it.

"Of course." Quirrell... or rather, Professor Voldemort, unaware of Louis's thoughts, said, "I must say, Mountbatten, at your age, most young wizards struggle to even cast a complete spell, let alone a high-level spell like Silent Spell or Armor. What surprises me is that, with such talent and ability, you diligently practice spells every day. That's what impresses me the most."

"Throughout history, both in England and abroad, those who have achieved great things have not only possessed extraordinary talent, but also unwavering willpower. This has always been my motto."

Louis's inspirational quotes are as easy to sip as drinking water.

(End of this chapter)

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