I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 1 Admission Notice

Louis stared blankly at the silver-grey tabby cat outside the window for a long time.

If nothing unexpected happens, he, who has just spent eleven years in Daiying, will soon be entering high school.

As a time traveler, it's normal for him to be a little smarter than others and skip a grade, right? Besides, in his previous life, he was someone who got into a 985 university in a province with fierce college entrance exam competition.

Throughout his life at school, he was a notorious troublemaker. The entire school knew of this genius named Lewis, who not only finished junior high at the age of eleven but also became a nightmare for all the students. Every teacher compared Lewis to the other unruly students, and the most common thing the students heard every day was, "You can't even be half as good as Mr. Mountbatten."

Yes, his surname is Mountbatten. He was the winner of the previous essay competition, and his entry was "My Marshal Grandfather".

Old London's Union Jack flag is the most authentic and robust of them all.

Louis's mother is Chinese, and as the saying goes, sons resemble their mothers, so his appearance is more Eastern; coupled with the family's good looks, Louis's appearance is at least twice that of Leonardo DiCaprio.

It must be exhausting for someone so young to bear such an undue burden of handsomeness.

It was unusually hot and humid today, and feeling irritable, he was staring blankly out the window at the tabby cat, his chin resting on his hand. Scattered on the table were several letters with little hearts drawn on them; without a doubt, they were letters from his female classmates.

As a gentleman among gentlemen, Louis, despite his young age, would never be rude to a girl. After replying to each email in a gentle yet polite tone, he scribbled on the table with his pen, his mind still on the email from his new friend yesterday.

"Flutter..." came the sound of flapping wings. Louis looked in the direction of the sound and saw an owl flying in through the open window.

His castle is rather wild; he always seems to get some wild game delivered to his doorstep. Like the little squirrel the other day, and the seagull that stole his fries last night.

I really don't know where these seagulls came from in the mountains.

The squirrel that wandered into the house was released, but the seagull that stole the young lord's fish and chips wasn't so lucky. It was kept in a cage and displayed for a night before being released. As soon as it was released, it took advantage of Louis's inattention to steal his fish and chips again.

Speaking of which, Lewis has to mention that, aside from some truly bizarre dishes, British food isn't actually that bad; at least it's palatable enough to eat every day. Whether it's chickpeas in tomato sauce made by their own French chef or commonplace items like fish and chips, it's all quite acceptable. The perception that the British are bad cooks is largely based on the idea that British cuisine is unrefined and often results in some truly appalling dishes.

—So, can you guess why he hired a French chef?

The owl landed on Louis's desk and stared at him, seemingly enjoying each other's company.

"Little guy, are you lost?" Louis reached out to lift the owl's chin, but the fat chicken couldn't find its jaw at all. His hand froze for a long time before he finally gently lifted the owl's beak as a sign of friendliness.

It's not that the chicken is fat, it's just that its feathers are too thick, making it look overly obese.

The owl tilted its head, as if indicating that it didn't understand what you were saying.

Louis seemed to sense the owl's confusion and switched to Chinese: "Little one, what are you doing here?"

The owl is still looking "confused and tilting its head.jpg".

"What the hell are you doing!" Louis switched languages ​​again. With that accent, he would have been a brigade commander in World War II.

If his grandfather, who was vacationing in France, heard this, he would probably fly back in a hurry to give him a proper welcome.

The owl seemed to understand this time, yet also seemed not to. It pecked Louis's finger lightly with a huff, then fluttered away.

They also left behind a letter.

Louis then realized that the owl had come to deliver a message.

As for delivering a letter... you should at least give the person a few walnuts and dates as a reward, right?

Look at this young lord... he's a master at playing dumb.

"Owls are great at delivering mail; you don't even need to put up a stamp," Louis thought casually as he opened the letter.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(President of the International Wizarding Federation, First-Class Member of the Order of Merlin, Archmage, Chief Wizard of Wizengamo)

Dear Mr. Mountbatten:

We are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is a list of required books and equipment.

The semester is scheduled to begin on September 1st. We will await your reply by July 31st via owl.

Vice Principal (Female)

Respectfully submitted by Minerva McGonagall.

Louis: Subway, old man, cell phone.

Whose prank is this? He casually tossed the letter onto the table beside him.

He then realized that J.K. Rowling hadn't even started writing Harry Potter in 1991.

He retrieved the letter, flipped through it, and muttered to himself, "No way..."

"Where does magic come from in this world?"

Immediately afterwards, a familiar voice rang in his mind, the terrible sound effect exactly the same as the sound effect when he got achievements in World of Warcraft in his previous life.

The achievement window also appeared before his eyes.

Invitation to Admission (10)

(Received an invitation to Hogwarts)

Louis was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed.

Hey hey hey, it's here! The time traveler's cheat code has arrived!

He called out in his mind, "System?"

As he spoke, a virtual screen appeared before them, displaying the words "Strongest Scroll King System" in Chinese. The screen showed several options: "Attributes," "Inventory," "Skills," and "Achievements."

He opened the attribute panel, and sure enough, it showed his talents in various magic spells.

Louis Mountbatten

Level 1 Wizard

Mana: 35/35

*The minimum for each talent is 1, and the maximum is 10.

(There are too many things I don't understand, so I'll add some details later. 10 is the highest limit that an ordinary person can reach through hard work. Only those with talent that surpasses 10 are true geniuses.)

Charms: 10 (Your talent for charms is exceptional)

Potions: 9 (Your talent in potions is excellent; we recommend you practice diligently.)

Transfiguration: 2 (Your Transfiguration might elicit a sigh from Professor McGonagall's cat)

Black Magic: 18 (As the inheritor of the excellent tradition of being a bad person, the legitimate descendant of that kind of scoundrel, and the dark bloodline of the Union Jack of old London, every pore of your body is soaked with the blood and tears of others. It is really unnecessary for you to want to become a born good person. With this talent, you can master any high-difficulty black magic with just one glance.)

Flight: 1 (Your flying talent is so great that even trolls would shake their heads. The fact that you have a 1 left is because the minimum talent level is 1.)

Defense Against the Dark Arts: 10 (As the saying goes, Yin gives rise to Yang. Under the guidance of your unparalleled talent in dark magic, your talent in Defense Against the Dark Arts has reached its peak.)

Herbalism: 3 (Being able to distinguish between celery and cilantro is already a significant improvement)

Physical attributes: 10 (Who said that physical magic isn't magic?)

Swordsmanship: 10 (Thanks to your excellent early education, you excel in swordsmanship—don't say swordsmanship isn't magic, just look at Gandalf in the distance.)

Divination: 1 (You are deeply influenced by the saying "Confucius did not speak of strange phenomena, physical prowess, disorder, or spirits" in your culture, and have no interest in divination or prophecy.)

Available talents: 0

Remaining chances to reset points: 0

Louis's lips twitched as he stared at the dark magic talent before him, a million thoughts racing through his mind. Wasn't the maximum supposed to be 10? What's with this 18?!

He just wants to find a chance to reset his skill points and put those useless talent points into spells and polymorph.

Good heavens, he really had absolutely no interest in dark magic.

He slowly closed the attribute panel and opened the inventory.

Sure enough, there was an item called "Newbie Gift Pack" lying quietly in the first slot of the inventory.

"Open now?"

Louis chose yes.

Congratulations on obtaining the skill book: Water Creation Technique

Congratulations! You have obtained the cooking recipe: Crispy Spider Legs

Congratulations on obtaining the Rune: Ral

Water Creation: Creates magical spring water that restores 100 mana points within 20 seconds after drinking.

Recipe: Crispy Spider Legs: Increases mana regeneration speed for one hour after consumption.

Rune: Ral: A mysterious rune that has special effects when inlaid on items.

After checking his inventory, Louis was overjoyed. It was like a perfect opportunity; for a diligent and hardworking child, nothing was more important to him than the art of water creation.

With the water-making technique, there's no longer a need to worry about the endurance required for practicing magic.

(End of this chapter)