I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 104 District XX cannot exist without XX, just as the West cannot exist without Jerusalem.

When I went to Gringotts to withdraw money, I happened to see Hagrid.

"Harry, oh my god, how come you've run off again?" Hagrid's tone was just like a male mother's, and his worried look, combined with his tall, strong figure and big beard, was really hard not to laugh at.

"Sorry, Hagrid, I got so jostled around that I lost my bearings," Harry apologized, scratching his head. He then introduced Hagrid to Louis, saying, "This is my good friend."

"Louis..." Hagrid's eyes immediately welled up with tears. The sentimental giant sniffed and exclaimed, "My God, you look almost exactly like Emma..."

"You know my mother?" Louis was used to everyone acting like they knew his mother very well, so he was no longer surprised.

"Your mother and I are very good friends, and so is Solanlian." When he mentioned Solanlian, he looked at Catherine and greeted her, "Hello, Catherine."

"Hello, big guy," Catherine replied with a smile.

"I must say, your mother's cooking is excellent. None of the food at Hogwarts suits me, except for those dishes your mother makes that are full of chili peppers." Hagrid's large face was full of nostalgia: "Professor Slughorn's Potions class was practically turned into a cooking class by her. Oh, and Severus, you should really ask your Headmistress about the story of how Emma taught him to use a cauldron to cook meat slices."

He stopped talking, seemingly a little embarrassed.

"What's wrong, Hagrid?" Harry asked with concern.

"Uh, well... your dad James and Louis's mom had a little disagreement." Hagrid, with his loose tongue, couldn't keep anything to himself, and he realized this too, sighing helplessly, "Okay, okay, your dad James and Severus don't get along. When Emma was still around, he went to cause trouble for Severus, and the result was..."

"How did it go?" Harry subconsciously ignored the fact that his father had given Snape trouble.

"The result, of course, was that they were hung upside down, and Professor McGonagall even deducted twenty points from Gryffindor's score," Hagrid said with a hint of helplessness.

Louis burst out laughing. That's so Professor McGonagall.

At that moment, Miss Beaver's voice rang out.

"Louis, Hagrid, Harry, Catherine!" She waved and greeted them with a cheerful smile, her two large, bright teeth gleaming in the sunlight.

She rushed to the group like a gust of wind, first giving Hagrid a big beaver hug, and then hugging each of them in turn.

When it was Catherine's turn, she hesitated for a moment, but Catherine took the initiative to hug her.

"Little beaver, your big front teeth are dangling at me!" Catherine whispered in her ear.

Hermione's face immediately fell, and she huffed, "Hmph, I'm ignoring you!"

"Such a child." Catherine smiled and patted Hermione's head.

It's fluffy and soft, and feels amazing to the touch.

When the people behind Hermione came forward, she went over to her parents and introduced them one by one: "Dad, Mom, these are my best friends from school."

The Grangers were also very polite. As middle-class Londoners, they were certainly different from those football hooligans.

They felt that Louis looked familiar, but they just couldn't remember him.

"Louis Mountbatten, Hermione's friend." When it was his turn to introduce himself, the Grangers were quite taken aback.

"It's that... Oh my god." The couple immediately became a little flustered.

Louis was quite eloquent, and with just a few words, he dispelled the Grangers' unease. Mr. Granger even dared to ask questions like, "Did your grandfather really enjoy fishing, as the legend goes?"

"Harry! Harry! Good heavens, I hope you only went through one wrong furnace door."

It was Mr. Weasley, rushing towards them with the twins, Percy and Ron.

He ran up to him and wiped his shiny forehead.

"Molly is frantic... She and Ginny are coming right away."

Mr. Weasley slumped over Louis's shoulder for a while before realizing he'd put his arm around the wrong person.

He looked up, his expression momentarily dazed, and instinctively asked, "Emma?"

He quickly realized what was happening and grasped Louis's right hand: "Arthur Weasley, you must be Emma's son Louis, Ron talks about you all the time."

"You know my mother too?" Louis was exhausted.

"I know her, but she and Molly are very close." Arthur patted Louis on the shoulder. "It's so nice to see you, my good boy. Your Aunt Molly will be very happy to see you."

Just then, Mrs. Weasley came running from a distance, her handbag swinging wildly in her hand, her other hand still holding Ginny's. As she approached, she released Ginny and touched Harry's little face: "Oh... Harry... darling..."

The strenuous running left her panting, and before she could utter a few coherent words, she saw Louis.

"Oh my goodness, Louis!" Molly gave Louis a motherly hug. "You were only this big the last time I saw you." She held up half an arm's length as she spoke. "Oh, it's all your grandfather's fault for being such a stubborn old man, refusing to let us touch you, really..."

"Grandpa was just trying to protect me, Aunt Molly," Louis said shyly.

"Yes, your grandfather truly loves you." Molly pinched his little cheek. "He has his own reasons, and I hope you won't blame him for being stubborn."

"How could that be?" Louis chuckled.

"After we buy the books, come visit Auntie's house. Auntie will cook you something delicious," Molly invited warmly, completely unaware that her little daughter's eyes were practically glued to Harry.

"Okay, Auntie, Ron always tells me that your stewed potatoes and meat are delicious, and eating them with bread is the happiest thing in the world." At this point, Louise grabbed Ron, completely abandoning her usual elegant and reserved demeanor, and instead acting more like a rebellious child.

He put his arm around Ron's neck, looking like they were best buddies.

"I've wanted to try this for ages. God knows how tempting it was when Ron described it to me."

Ron looked at Louis, then at his mother, unsure of what to say, and just gave a simple, honest smile.

Aunt Molly looked very excited. She cupped Louis's face in her hands and said happily, "I'll cook you something delicious tonight."

"Really? That's wonderful." Louis chuckled, then tugged at Catherine's sleeve: "Aunt Molly, this is my girlfriend, Catherine. What do you think? Will my mother like her?"

Aunt Molly herself has a very maternal and approachable personality, and Louis can't help but subconsciously want to get close to her. Right now, he's like a silly son showing off his girlfriend to his mother.

Even though he usually acts very independent and indifferent, perhaps subconsciously he still longs for his mother's company.

"Hmm...you must be the eldest daughter of the Worley family. This child is very pretty." Aunt Molly looked Catherine up and down, extremely satisfied.

This was the first time Catherine had been introduced to someone by Louis as his girlfriend in public, and she was a little uncomfortable at first, but she quickly got into character and chatted happily with Molly.

Louise looked over there, where Hermione was introducing her parents to Arthur.

"Ha...you're Muggles! Oh, sorry, Muggle is what wizards call people who don't use magic, it's not derogatory." He greeted them and then added, before extending a warm invitation: "We should go have a good drink later, um, it's on me."

As expected of the Secretary of the Muggle Prohibition Office, Arthur was unusually interested in Muggle items, and the talkative man was currently having a lively conversation with Mr. Granger.

You think Mr. Granger wasn't a chatterbox? How many dentists can't chat? Socially awkward dentists who can't chat have basically all changed careers.

The two were evenly matched, a true clash of equals.

"Alright, kids, you can go have some free time now. I'm going to have a drink with Mr. Granger," Arthur said, turning to the group. "See you in an hour."

The children's faces immediately lit up with smiles.

Then, Arthur's words immediately wiped the smiles off their faces.

"Remember, you're not allowed to go to Knockover Alley!"

"I know—it—" Gemini led the way by drawing out the tone, and Louis found it amusing and followed suit by drawing out the tone as well.

As a result, both twins received a flick on the forehead from Molly, while Louis received a pat on the head.

The two snorted in unison, clearly dissatisfied.

Louis planned to wander around, as he had never had the freedom to explore Diagon Alley before.

Last time I came with Professor McGonagall, and we didn't have a chance to look around.

Now, I don't have to worry about buying things anymore, because I have Christa as my bag carrier.

Christa had a light-colored handbag slung over her arm. Louis asked her about it and found out it was a giant backpack that Mel Francis sold.

A terrifying volume of twenty cubic meters is truly astonishing.

However, after browsing around for a long time, they still didn't find anything worth buying. Seeing that it was almost time for their appointment, they headed to Flourish and Blotts as agreed.

A large crowd had gathered at the entrance of the bookstore, and a big banner was hung upstairs that read, "Gidero Lockhart's autobiography, 'I Am Magical,' is available for signing today from 12:30 PM to 16:30 PM."

"Wow! We can see him!"

It was Hermione's voice, her tone filled with excitement: "Oh, I saw the book list for the start of the semester, and he wrote almost all the books for Defense Against the Dark Arts!"

Louis scoffed inwardly.

He's just a good-for-nothing who seeks fame and fortune...

He was completely unaware that his anger towards Lockhart stemmed entirely from Lockhart stealing his Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

For no apparent reason, he also began to harbor some resentment towards Lao Deng.

He thought viciously, "I have to spiel something into Old Deng's candy!" His face contorted with rage.

Catherine knew what her boyfriend was thinking as soon as she saw him. She hugged Louis with amusement and whispered in his ear, "Professor Dumbledore has no choice. After all, the school doesn't belong to him alone. He still has to listen to the opinions of the Board of Governors."

Louis's temper flared up quickly but subsided just as fast, especially after Catherine coaxed him, he really stopped being angry.

Don't get angry, or you'll ruin your health and no one can take your place.

He leaned against Catherine and began to survey the crowd.

The crowd seemed to consist mostly of witches of Mrs. Weasley's age, and Lockhart was truly an idol for middle-aged and elderly witches.

A weary-looking wizard stood in the doorway and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, please don't get agitated, and watch your step on the books."

Louis and Catherine tried to squeeze through the crowd, which stretched all the way from the bookstore to Ollivander's wand shop.

Gilderoy Lockhart was signing books in the store, and Louis grabbed a copy of "Breaking Up with the Ghost" at random and ran over to the Granger and Weasley groups.

"You've finally arrived! Come on over here," Aunt Molly called out, and Louis and Catherine quickly went over and stood in front of them.

Gradually, they saw Gilderoy Lockhart, sitting behind a table surrounded by large photographs of himself, his face flashing and winking at the crowd, revealing his gleaming white teeth.

"What a scoundrel," Louis muttered disdainfully to Catherine. "He really should go to Hogwarts. Dumbledore was right; that way, the lamps will never have to worry about running out of oil again."

Catherine chuckled and gently pinched Louis.

This kid has such a sharp tongue.

"I remember that unscrupulous merchants in Muggle would sell oilfish as cod. After eating that kind of oilfish, you'd have oil gushing from your butt for three or four days straight. I suspect that Lockhart's true form is that thing."

Louis looked at Lockhart again. Lockhart was wearing a long robe the same blue as forget-me-nots, which perfectly matched his blue eyes. His pointed wizard hat was tilted playfully on his curly hair. Beside him stood a beautiful woman with long, straight black hair. Louis felt that she looked very, very familiar, but he just couldn't remember where he had seen her before.

"It's an honor, a great honor, everyone," Lockhart said, as a short, grumpy man with a large camera jumped around taking pictures in front of him. Each time a dazzling light flashed, a puff of purple smoke shot out of the camera.

Lockhart also stopped speaking, and he kept striking various poses and smiling at the camera.

"Get out of the way!" the short man shouted at Ron. "This is for the Daily Prophet."

Finally, when the photo session ended, Lockhart continued, "Welcome everyone to my autograph session. I am honored. I am Gilderoy Lockhart, and thank you for your support."

As he spoke, he struck his classic greasy, shiny-toothed smile again, as if he had brushed his teeth with a toothpaste.

"Oh, by the way, thank you so much to my sister for taking time out of her busy schedule to attend my autograph session." Lockhart then looked at the beautiful girl beside him and introduced her to everyone: "This is my sister, Tifa Lockhart!"

A thunderbolt struck Louis's heart.

Wow, I was wondering why we looked so familiar?

Isn't this Jerusalem?!

There will be another one in a while.

(End of this chapter)