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Louis put his hand in his pocket and held the wand tightly. On the surface, he remained calm and just walked forward.

"Hey, stop, let's talk about you, Mudblood." The senior called to Lewis.

"Are you calling me?" Lewis turned around gracefully and patted his eyes with recognition.

? ? ? , level 20 wizard.

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

"Besides you, who else in Slytherin is a Mudblood?"

The senior's tone was full of disdain, and his expression was still pretentious and distorted. He was very much like those gangster classmates in his previous life, who pretended to be ferocious. In fact, painting a tiger is not anti-canine. .

"I'm not a doctor. If you are constipated, please go to the hospital wing and see Madam Pomfrey, my dear senior."

Louis leaned forward and smiled erectly.

"That's enough! You filthy, despicable maggot!" The senior didn't understand that the 'mudblood' junior in front of him was sarcastic about his expression. He roared angrily: "I'm going to tear off your arm." Twist it and stuff it into your mouth! You will regret coming to this world!"

"To be honest, my dear senior, your common sense is really not very good." Louis said slowly and leisurely: "First of all, it is impossible for a person's mouth to contain his arms; secondly, is there a possibility, and People like you are a common disgrace to everyone in this academy - Oh, I know you are anxious, but please don't be anxious, this is just a guess of mine, it may not be correct."

"You mudblood - are you worthy of looking down on me?" The senior's face turned red, like an angry bull.

"No, no, no, I don't look down on you." Lewis smiled gently and looked around: "I mean, I look down on all of you."

The senior's follower's expression changed when he heard this, and he was about to rush forward.

"How dare a first-year Mudblood be so arrogant..." The senior stopped the follower, put his hand into his arms, and pulled out the wand: "Pull out your wand, I, seventh-year Samir Lestrange! To you Initiate a duel!"

"You also know that you are in the seventh grade." Louis chuckled and pulled out the wand: "Look, this is the so-called 'Pure Blood Supremacy'? As your dear junior, I need to remind you that the seniors in the seventh grade are It is a very embarrassing thing for junior students to initiate a duel, regardless of whether they win or lose."

"Cut the nonsense and let's get started."

Sada... Samir was ready for the battle. He already knew the victory. No matter what, this duel was between seventh graders and first graders. He had the advantage!

"You should really learn etiquette. You have to bow before a duel. Even a first-grade kid like me knows this." Louis smiled softly, his face as warm as the spring breeze.

"You, a mudblood, are worthy enough to let me marry..."

Before Samir finished speaking, he felt an overwhelming force pressing on his back, forcing him to bend down. He tried all his strength, but couldn't straighten up. He could only raise his head with difficulty, and what he faced was Lewis's pair of eyes as deep as the abyss!

"Okay, just bow once."

Louis let go of the wizard's hand, and Samir felt a lightness on his body, finally regaining his composure. But he was so angry that he never thought about the magic of Louis' hanging rail. All he could think about was taking care of the little boy in front of him.

"Expelliarmus! (Expelliarmus)"

Before Samir could react, his hand loosened and the wand in his hand flew into Lewis's hand.

*"You have gained 10 points of disarming spell proficiency."

"You lost, senior." Louis had an elegant smile on his face. He bowed slightly and thanked: "Thank you, senior, for letting me take the first step. You are really a model student of Slytherin."

Samir, who was already overwhelmed with anger, could not hold back after hearing this. With red eyes, he opened his legs and rushed towards Louis, like an angry bull.

“Levicorpus.”

Samir, who was charging, was suddenly hung upside down, and Louis thoughtfully let him spin slowly like a roast duck in a hanging stove. Samir was still dishonest when he was hanging. He kept talking obscenities, greeted Louis' family, and tried to summon his younger brothers to attack Louis.

Finally, someone couldn't help it and fired curses at Louis.

But he didn't even look back, he just flicked his wand lightly, and a light blue light shield blocked all the curses.

*"You have gained 1 point of Iron Armor Spell proficiency."

*"You have gained 1 point of Iron Armor Spell proficiency."

Louis curled his lips without leaving any trace. Slytherin's seniors only have this ability? It seems to be no different from table tennis.

"Is it an iron armor spell... or a silent spell..." The crowd suddenly became excited, 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 followers, Crabbe and Goyle: "See, this is my good friend! As for the Iron Armor Curse, even many adults Wizards and even some Aurors couldn't successfully cast it! But my good friend did it! And he cast it silently!"

"Langlock! (Langlock)"

In everyone's puzzled eyes, Louis's curse...was cast on Samir's butt.

"Relashio!"

The spell was placed on Sameer's stomach.

Then, Louis released the fuchsia charm and Samir fell to the ground with a plop. Just when he was about to pounce, he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. He glanced at Louis angrily and ran towards the bathroom. But he ran back after a while, his face flushed, his whole body shaking like chaff, and he looked at Lewis angrily: "What on earth did you do to me! How...how could I..."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Louis said innocently: "Maybe the curse thinks your mouth is too dirty, and thinks that is your mouth... I'm so sorry... But senior, you know me, I'm only a first-year student A student..." He showed a troubled expression: "I...I don't know how to counter-spell."

"You...!" Samir grinned anxiously, feeling very painful. He glanced at Louis angrily, shook his head at his followers and turned away.

Louis flicked the wand, lifted Samir up with the upside-down golden bell again, and sealed his upper mouth.

"Look, it's urgent." Louis looked at Samir who was moaning and warned him gently: "This is just a small warning, my beloved senior - if you still don't know the current affairs, this is not the case. It’s easy.”

He waved his wand and put Samir down and asked: "So...do you still dare to call me a Mudblood now? Senior?"

"You...you are an excellent wizard, Mr. Mountbatten." Samir suppressed the discomfort in his abdomen and forced out a smile that was uglier than crying: "Muggles...will also give birth to excellent wizards, I'm sorry. , I am narrow-minded.”

This is the wizard of Slytherin, who knows the current affairs very well. As for pure-blood supremacy, as long as his fists are big enough, he won't hesitate to accept mixed-blood terrorists like Voldemort as his master. Louis chuckled in his heart and patted Samir on the shoulder calmly: "It's not your fault that you are narrow-minded and ignorant. My father studied at Durmstrang."

As soon as these words came out, not only the onlookers, but also Samir and his followers who had been punished, the rejection and alienation in Louis' eyes disappeared.