I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 34 Professor Rocky (Seeking investment and votes)

Professor Voldemort's admiration for Louise grew even stronger. [For error-free chapter reading, search on Google.]

"I must remind you that this world is not peaceful." Professor Voldemort's eyes flickered. "Defense Against the Dark Arts cannot handle all situations. As your teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts, I need to tell you that the best way to deal with some dark wizards is to use some extraordinary magic."

Louis strongly suspected that the Dark Lord in front of him had definitely worked as a child abductor.

He looks like a wicked uncle trying to seduce a little girl by showing her goldfish.

"I don't understand, Professor," Louis said, looking at Professor Voldemort with confusion.

"Take werewolves, for example. They are born with an extraordinary resistance to magic." Professor Voldemort's eyes were as innocent as Ding Zhen's. "Normally, it's difficult for ordinary wizards to inflict effective damage on them by simply knocking them unconscious or crushing them to pieces."

"So...you're planning to teach me some extracurricular magic?" Louis asked meaningfully.

"I understand your doubts, and to dispel these unnecessary doubts, I think it's necessary for you to try it out yourself." Voldemort's tone was very understanding, probably to lull Louis into a false sense of security.

"How do we put it into practice?" Louis became interested.

"I just caught a werewolf. You can try attacking him," Voldemort said, waving his wand to open a gloomy cabinet, revealing a sleeping werewolf.

"Uh, Professor, I'm still a first-grader." Louis looked at the werewolf in the cabinet, deliberately feigning fear. "What if he hurts me?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Mountbatten," Voldemort said calmly, "with me by your side, this werewolf won't harm you."

Voldemort sprayed the werewolf's face with water like a spring. The werewolf woke up from its coma, shook its head, and was clearly unaware of the situation.

"Nicholas Adelaide." A hint of reminiscence flashed in Voldemort's eyes: "He was once a member of the Death Eaters, and after Voldemort's defeat, he was captured and imprisoned in Azkaban... He escaped from prison a while ago, and I accidentally caught him in the Forbidden Forest."

Good grief, are you trying to screw over your own people? Louis thought to himself.

I really want to know what Voldemort felt when he admitted his defeat. Just imagine, casting Avada Kedavra on a one-year-old and getting killed instead... it's just...

Some things are indescribable.

"I'll keep an eye on your safety. You just need to attack this werewolf..." Voldemort's tone was confident: "You need to truly understand in battle that disarming and stunning spells alone cannot handle all situations."

"I think this werewolf will make you realize that you really should learn some new spells," Voldemort's voice coaxed.

"Well, Professor," Louis looked at Voldemort with an innocent expression, "if I accidentally killed your werewolf, you wouldn't blame me, would you?"

Voldemort looked at Louis with the eyes of someone looking at a newborn calf, and burst into loud laughter: "Hahahaha... Mountbatten, I didn't expect you to be so humorous. Well, I don't think a little wizard like you can kill a werewolf on your own. I know you're a little genius, but some things can't be accomplished just by the imagination of a genius."

"Just tell me what you'll do if I succeed."

"If you can kill this werewolf, I'll be called Rocky from now on," Voldemort said confidently.

Professor Quirrell: "?"

Louis flicked his wrist, and to Voldemort's astonishment, a long crystal sword appeared in his hand.

"Lumos Maxima! (Super Fluorescent Flash)"

The intense, blinding light, like a flashbang, dazzled the werewolf. He only had time to let out a half-howl before Louis sliced ​​off his head with a single sword stroke.

Voldemort stared wide-eyed at the situation on the overhead rails, his mouth agape like a toad's.

"Professor Rocky, it seems this werewolf isn't a problem that a novice wizard like me can't handle. You see..." Louis brandished his crystal sword, which wasn't stained with a drop of blood, "Physical magic seems to work quite well."

Spending a lot of time with Catherine, he also picked up the habit of being sarcastic and eccentric.

But then again... crystal swords, which are used to ward off evil, have a very high damage bonus against werewolves.

"Professor? What's wrong?" Louis waved his hand in front of Voldemort's astonished eyes. "What do you think of this surprise I gave you?"

Voldemort: I f***ing know how to read this! Translate this for me, what the f***ing thing is called, a surprise?

"Very good, very good, Mr. Louis." After a long while, Voldemort finally recovered from Louis's superb swordsmanship: "You... far exceed my expectations, well, but you still need to learn other magic." He looked at the wolf's head lying on the ground, its eyes wide open: "I need to tidy up the office now, after all, it doesn't look very nice to have this werewolf lying on the floor."

"What do you mean?"

"Go back first, come back next Saturday, and I'll personally guide you through some interesting new magic." Voldemort looked exhausted.

"Okay, Professor, I'll be going now. Goodnight." Louis waved obediently, held back Jerry, who was itching to bring Voldemort to life in his pocket, and dashed out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

After Louis left, Professor Quirrell, whose face had been grim, finally returned to normal. He glanced around furtively and asked somewhat nervously, "M...Master?"

"Idiot! You almost ruined my plans!" A hawk-like voice rang out behind Quirrell. "Why did you let that idiot Blake come at this time? Damn it..."

"Put the headscarf down and let me get some fresh air," he instructed again.

Professor Quirrell did as he was told and removed his headscarf. Underneath the scarf, at the back of Quirrell's head, was a strangely shaped face with a nose.

The strange shape might be because the owner of this face isn't in a good mood right now.

"Hello, Mr. Mountbatten... It seems you're starting to suspect your relationship with Patrick..." Professor Quirrell said hesitantly.

"Fool! You're the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor now! Why would he, a student, suspect you for no reason?" Voldemort's composure was starting to crumble. "Think before you act."

"Alright, let's find a time to lift Black's Imperius Curse and then get rid of him," Voldemort instructed. "The longer we keep him around, the more suspicious that old geezer Dumbledore will become."

"Yes, Master," Professor Quirrell replied humbly.

Voldemort's face, which was stuck to the back of Professor Quirrell's head, contorted for a moment before finally letting out a long sigh.

Tired, destroy it.

Fu Gong's brilliant plan to secure the world resulted in the loss of both werewolves and troops.

(End of this chapter)

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