I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 105 Let's have six children too.

Actually, in English, Lockhart should be pronounced Lockhart.

However, due to certain translation reasons, the word "K" was omitted, and it became Lockhart.

Translators often omit syllables to make the text easier for the majority of readers, which is a common practice. To nitpick about it is really just finding fault with something you can't control.

As a reader, there's no need to harp on this trivial matter and show off your so-called erudition. If you disagree, then go ahead and confront me.

Unless it's a fundamental error like translating Chiang Kai-shek or Hughes, it can't be considered a translation mistake.

The woman next to Lockhart, Yeluza... no, Tifa, is dressed as Beauxbatons today, probably because of the Wizard mod.

Out of surprise upon first meeting, Louis blurted out "Jerusalem." Catherine asked, puzzled, "Jerusalem? What Jerusalem?"

"You don't understand," Louis said with a deep expression.

That was his lost youth.

There was once a saying that the XX district cannot exist without Tifa, just as the West cannot exist without Jerusalem.

"My sister is studying in Beauxbatons, and since I've been busy adventuring all over the world, this is probably the first time you've all met her." Lockhart clearly adored his sister, his smile both cheerful and greasy. "From now on, my sister Tifa will be my assistant, and I hope she'll be as popular as I am."

Honestly, he doesn't forget to praise himself even when introducing his sister.

Louis watched him grinning with oily eyes and was afraid he'd burst into song, "I've dried my silence..."

But Lockhart's next words made him lose all his joy.

"The headmaster of Hogwarts cordially invited me to take up the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at the school. I realized that this was a great opportunity, a great opportunity for my real experience of adventure to be passed on... So, I decided to accept Professor Dumbledore's invitation, and this time, I would return to Hogwarts not as a student, but as a teacher."

Lockhart patted his sister on the shoulder at this point: "And Tifa is coming with me to Hogwarts to become my teaching assistant—Hogwarts will have a real 'magical me'!"

The short photographer from the Daily Prophet was like a man possessed, jumping around and taking pictures of Lockhart and Tifa from every angle.

This is clearly a sensational story, and how could the Daily Prophet, which loves to create big news, let go of such explosive information?

Bestselling author and renowned adventurer Gilderoy Lockhart will be traveling to Hogwarts with his sister to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts. Just imagine how many parents are Lockhart fans! Tsk tsk, thinking about this, the short photographer couldn't help but tremble—that's all money! Golden Galleons!

Lockhart, who had been grinning smugly, his eyes darting around, suddenly spotted Harry. He quickly walked over, put his arm around Harry's thin shoulder, and said in a very familiar tone, "Isn't this Harry Potter?"

The audience erupted in enthusiastic applause. Clearly, the meeting of one influential figure with another is always something people are happy to see.

Don't forget, Harry is the savior, a very important figure.

Harry's face was flushed, and Lockhart put his arm around his shoulder for the photographer to take pictures. The short photographer frantically pressed the shutter, and puffs of smoke drifted into the surrounding crowd.

"That's a beautiful smile, Harry." Lockhart flashed his own dazzling white teeth. "We could be on the front page."

When he finally let go of Harry, Harry felt a tingling sensation in his shoulders.

This guy used so much force that Harry's skin ached slightly even through his clothes.

Just as he was rubbing his shoulders with a bitter expression, a voice he could never mistake rang in his ears.

"You must really like this, Pott!"

Harry straightened up, looked up, and sure enough, it was Draco.

"Shut up, Draco!" Harry snorted and continued rubbing his shoulders.

"The famous Harry Potter!" Malfoy's tone was clearly displeased. "Even going to a bookstore can't escape making the front page."

Before Harry could say anything, Ginny spoke up in his defense: "Don't talk nonsense! Harry didn't mean it that way either!"

This was the first time Harry had seen Ginny speak to him in person.

"Yo—" Draco drawled, his tone sarcastic, "Pod, you got a girlfriend?"

Harry and Ginny exchanged a glance, then blushed and lowered their heads simultaneously.

"Oh dear, you're blushing." Draco leaned closer to Harry's face.

Louis pretended to be carrying Catherine around looking at the scenery, but suddenly kicked Draco in the butt.

Well, that was just the beginning. Draco was caught completely off guard and kicked, causing him to lose his balance and fall headlong into Harry's arms, where he planted a big kiss on Harry's cheek.

Ginny's gaze towards Draco changed; it was filled with a murderous aura. If she hadn't been without a wand, she would have definitely given Draco a good beating.

The queen, afflicted by the Shattering Curse, understood at that moment the saddest thing in the world.

The saddest thing in the world is not women fighting over men, but women fighting over men.

Of course, my decision to bring England along is based on my own national circumstances...

Catherine nearly burst out laughing. She quickly composed herself, lowered her head, and subtly pinched Louis.

That little rascal...

Ron, who had just walked over with his books in his arms, dropped them to the ground with a clatter.

What earth-shattering gossip is this?! Even Avada Kedavra couldn't be this exciting...

Fortunately, the Daily Prophet's photographer didn't notice what was happening; he was completely focused on Lockhart, who was still signing autographs.

"Harry... Draco, you two... Good heavens!" Ron pointed at them with trembling fingers, unable to find the right words for a long time, but finally managed to blurt out Professor McGonagall's catchphrase.

"The impact is extremely negative!"

"Oh no, our sister has a rival in love." It was Fred, who was watching the drama unfold, who said this.

George immediately followed up, saying, "It seems her rival is no ordinary person."

"It's a man," Fred said.

"Still a Slytherin man," George said, giving Fred a high five.

"That's right, it's Draco Malfoy," the two said in unison.

Then, the two of them put their arms around their sister on either side, lowered their voices, but everyone in the room could hear what they were saying: "At school, Draco has given Harry quite a few origami cranes."

"Hey George, do you know the most famous quote from Hogwarts?" George nudged Fred.

Fred, like a straight man in a comedy duo, asked, "What?"

"Slytherin's origami cranes only fly to their beloved, yo-yo~" George said, stretching out his right hand in front of him and blowing a breath.

It's as if I'm really sending out a magical origami crane.

Just as Draco and Harry were feeling so anxious they wanted to disappear into the ground, their savior arrived riding on auspicious seven-colored clouds.

"Ron! George! Fred! What are you doing?" Mr. Weasley squeezed through with Percy. "What are you doing? Why are all the books falling down? Everyone here is crazy. Let's get out of here."

"Oh my gosh—isn't that Arthur?"

Mr. Weasley turned around and saw Lucius Malfoy.

He put one hand on Draco's shoulder, glared at his reckless son, and then put on a perfunctory smile.

"Lucius," Mr. Weasley replied with a cold nod, clearly disliking Lucius.

"I heard you've been really busy with work lately," Lucius said. "It's really kind of you to find time to buy a couple of books for your child amidst all that."

As he spoke, he subtly nodded to Louis.

Immediately afterwards, Lucius reached into Ginny's cauldron and pulled out a copy of Lockhart's "I Am Magical".

Upon seeing the book, Lucius shoved it back into Ginny's cauldron with a look of disgust, even wiping his hands on Draco's body.

"My God, is this going to be a required textbook at Hogwarts this year...? I really need to have a serious talk with the board of trustees about how they could have hired someone like this as a teacher at Hogwarts..."

Arthur thought Lucius would make sarcastic remarks about him, but he never expected that Lucius would make sarcastic remarks about Lockhart.

God knows how much these two, who have been at odds since school, dislike each other so much, actually reached an agreement on Lockhart today.

Arthur said coldly, "I never thought this day would come, Lucius." He looked at Lucius's puzzled gaze and continued, "I never thought we would agree on something."

"See, it's done, isn't it?" Lucius looked at Narcissa, who was queuing up beside him, and said with a hint of helplessness, "If Narcissa hadn't wanted to come to the book signing, I really might not have come."

"Who isn't? You know, I can never win against Molly." Arthur's expression softened, as if he was thinking of his school days.

They exchanged a glance and said in unison, "Women, sigh..."

For a moment, they even felt a sense of mutual respect and appreciation.

Then, realizing it was inappropriate, they all turned their heads in the opposite direction.

ヽ(`⌒メ)ノhum!

Two grown men, surprisingly, both became arrogant at the same time.

The little ones stared at their respective fathers, each with only one thought in their minds.

My dad can't be this cute!

Louis, with his sharp eyes, had been watching Lucius's movements the whole time, but he didn't see him stuff anything strange back into Ginny's cauldron along the book.

Instead, he casually stuffed a tattered notebook into an inconspicuous pile of books.

Louis crept over quietly and slipped the notebook into his pocket when no one was looking.

Back at the Leaky Cauldron, Louise handed the notebook to Christa, asking her to keep it safe for him. The system space couldn't be reclaimed; if it were directly inserted, Voldemort's remnant soul would be automatically purified.

Then there's no fun, and the task can't be completed.

Therefore, entrusting it to Christa for temporary safekeeping is the best option.

Harry and the Weasleys had to use Floop Powder to transport their purchases back to the Burrow, while the Grangers had it simpler. They simply moved their books out and put them in the trunk of their car, intending to drive directly back to their Muggle home.

Mr. Weasley was clearly eager to ask what their bus station was like, but seeing Mrs. Weasley's expression, he had no choice but to keep quiet.

You're asking about Louis and the other guy? Everything they bought is in Christa's giant little bag.

"Louis." Aunt Molly came up and patted Louis's ear. "You two come home with me. You can have dinner at my house tonight."

"Okay, but I need to inform Solanlian first." Louis patted Christa on the shoulder, telling her to go back to the fireplace first.

Standing anxiously in front of the fireplace, Harry took off his glasses, carefully put them in his pocket, and then went to get the Floo Powder. Clearly, his previous trip had taught him a lesson.

This is clearly not his preferred way of traveling.

"You'd better be careful, Louis, don't mispronounce the place names..." Harry warned him repeatedly, still worried.

"Okay, okay, I won't misread it." Louis patted Harry's shoulder, gently soothing Harry's flustered heart.

……

The Burrow was not actually shabby; when Louis came out of the fireplace, he even felt that the house was quite spacious.

Of course, a humble dwelling is just that it is simple, not necessarily cramped.

The first thing he saw was the clockwork-like object, with several hands that looked like large spoons. At the tips of the hands were pictures of his family members. The six spoons that belonged to Ron and his three siblings, as well as the Weasleys, slowly turned and turned, eventually stopping at the "home" position.

Louis fell in love with the little gadget almost instantly.

"We want to get one of these in our house someday," Catherine said with longing. She really liked this clock-like magical gadget.

Louis chuckled, glancing furtively around to make sure no one was watching, and teased Catherine in a low voice, "You mean, you're going to have six children for me?"

"Then let's have more kids, I like a lively atmosphere anyway... I don't want the house to be too quiet." Catherine hadn't realized what the two of them were talking about.

"I actually really like daughters." Louis shrugged and asked quietly, "Let's have a daughter first. What do you think would be a good name for her?"

"Cassandra..." Catherine answered instinctively, then twisted her eyebrows and stepped on Louis's foot.

"I'd rather die than have a daughter for you!" she said angrily.

Louis chuckled inwardly, "So you mean you're going to give me a son?"

Catherine rolled her eyes at him and said nothing more.

Having children, ugh... I can't believe he even thought of that!

She silently cursed Louis in her heart, but couldn't help but recall Louis's words.

What would it be like to have six children?

She turned her gaze to the Weasleys, taking in their harmonious family scene, and then, as she thought about her future six children with Louis, her eyes momentarily lost in thought.

(End of this chapter)