Hogwarts: You are a devil!

They felt that today's dishes were much less than usual, but fortunately the house elves served the dishes very quickly. As soon as they finished one plate, another plate of steaming dishes came out.

"Sorry, I'm really hungry today." Louis explained with a wry smile.

Qiu Zhang didn't care too much. She also felt very hungry and ate the pumpkin pie in front of her elegantly but efficiently.

"You will never guess what I just saw!" At the corner of the Gryffindor table, Dean Thomas was bragging to the freshmen of the same grade about the fantastic scene he had seen.

"That wizard," he pointed to Louis' position. They had just entered the school and didn't know Louis yet. "He ate most of the food in the cafeteria by himself."

"Oh, really, why didn't you say that he was a giant dragon pretending to be a human, and he also gave him half of the food in the cafeteria. If he had eaten it, he would have died a long time ago!" Ron sneered mercilessly. .

Harry and others sitting on the edge nodded, they agreed with Ron's statement.

Even Thomas himself was doubting himself at this time. He might have misunderstood. The house elves were serving food when he came, so there were so many empty seats and the elves behind them carrying the food.

Louis, who was eating happily, didn't know that a rumor storm about him was strangled in the cradle before it even started.

After eating and sitting with Qiu Zhang for a while, the two of them parted ways. Qiu Zhang went to the classroom, while Louis walked towards the lounge.

He had no class this afternoon and planned to go back to the lounge to rest for a while. Today's state really scared him.

Not only did I have fuzzy memories during class, I also had a very vivid dream, and ended up overeating for a while.

If it weren't for the feeling of abundance that spread throughout his body, Louis would have suspected that something was wrong with him.

If he used a detection technique on himself at this time, Louis would find that something was indeed wrong with him. Unfortunately, Louis, who was busy returning to the lounge, forgot to use the detection technique.

Name: Louis Lestrange (race: human/???)

Occupation: Intermediate Wizard (299/299)/Advanced Potion Master

Skill:…………

Kung Fu: Unnamed Kung Fu

talent:…………

(Racial talent:???)

The column of race and racial talent flickered on and off, always ready to exit the attribute template, and the change in magic power was very significant. In one morning, his magic power increased by eight points, reaching the peak of the intermediate wizard.

And this is not the limit of the magic power in the body. There is still a part of the magic power sealed in every corner of the body, waiting for Louis to break through the third level, that is, the day when the senior wizard comes out, and then all of it comes out.

In the Ravenclaw lounge on the top floor of the castle, Ms. Gray clenched her silver teeth. She sensed the magic fluctuations of the liar, Tom Riddle, that guy was back again.

"We can't wait any longer. Let's contact the little guy named Louis now and ask him for help... at least help me get my mother's crown back."

Ms. Gray said to herself, her voice was light and inspiring, but it did not attract the attention of any little wizard in the lounge.

As the daughter of Rowena Ravenclaw, Lady Gray can even mobilize half of the magic in the castle if she wants to and with all her strength.

Hiding her voice is a piece of cake for her.

"What is born in the fire and dies in the fire." The Bronze Gate Eagle's question this time was very simple, much simpler than the last time he brought Qiu Zhang back to the lounge.

Speaking of which, since he came back last night and was asked two questions in a row, Louis has never encountered that situation again.

It seemed to be a special environment, or it required a certain activation medium. Not only himself, but in more than a year, he had never heard of any young wizard being asked two questions in a row.

"Phoenix!"

After answering the question softly, the door to the lounge opened automatically, and a group of students standing outside the door who did not answer the question, or guys who were too lazy to answer, filed in after Louis.

"Thank you, brother Louis. You are so lucky, you have encountered such a simple problem."

Dorgin patted Louis on the shoulder and said. He is a member of the Transfiguration Fellowship and has a fairly close relationship with Louis. Since Lauzon graduated, he has been one of the few male friends of Ravenclaw Louis.

"I don't know why my head is a little dizzy. I'm going back to the dormitory first, brother Dorgin."

Saying goodbye with a wry smile, he stepped on the blue carpet, bypassed a group of students who gathered to brag and spank or read and study, opened the door with the key and walked in.

This year, like last year, he still lives in a room by himself.

The dormitory was tidied up last night, and the pets and other things were handed over to Hagrid to take care of him last night. Louis, who was carefree and comfortable, was lying on his small bed, and his mind began to recall what happened today.

Ever since Voldemort entered the classroom, his normal life has changed. He first attacked Old Voldemort with a disarming spell, and then...

What happened next?Why can’t I remember anything?Louis frowned, he seemed to have forgotten something important, and that feeling made him very unhappy!

His eyes returned to Voldemort. Sitting in the office, he was very panicked. Quirrell died not long ago, and now he was the only one in Quirrell's body. He seemed to be resurrected through Quirrell's body.

But this thing has no use. It is an elite Auror-level corpse. In the past, he would not even look at it. Using Quirrell's body is completely limiting his performance!

If he really wanted to be resurrected through someone else's body, his first choice would definitely be his "loyal" subordinate, the current potion master of Hogwarts, Professor Snape.

Let's make peace with it now, Voldemort could only comfort himself in this way.

Quirrell, whose spiritual sea was broken, was of little help to him, and his soul was nakedly exposed.

Let alone encountering Dumbledore, any wizard above the Auror level can identify his true identity by casting a soul-related spell on him.

It was miserable at that time. I don’t know how many wizards wanted to use him to pay homage to their dead relatives.

But he was reluctant to give up Quirrell, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and the Philosopher's Stone he was about to get.

So our dear Mr. Voldemort could only live in Quirrell's body temporarily in fear, and used his huge soul to support Quirrell's body to ensure that it would not lose its vitality.

At the same time, he is always paying attention to the news about Dumbledore and the Sorcerer's Stone, and is always ready to steal the Sorcerer's Stone and successfully escape from Hogwarts.