I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 106 The True Colors of a Man - Louis

Let's put having children aside for now, since they're both quite young, and such things can only remain in our imaginations.

However, Catherine had already decided on the names for the children...

After running around Diagon Alley all afternoon, everyone was a bit hungry. Aunt Molly quickly and efficiently set out a meal.

For the first time ever, Catherine went into the kitchen to help. Aunt Molly didn't treat her like an outsider and let her stay to prepare dinner. More people meant more help.

The four Weasley brothers were stunned to see Catherine moving around in the kitchen.

"Oh my god, what am I seeing? The Queen of Slytherin can cook? My goodness..." Fred exclaimed, speechless, his jaw practically dropping to the floor.

"You read that right, my god... I hope her cooking skills are as good as her magic." George crossed himself. "Merlin's iron pants, my goodness..."

"You two should keep your mouth shut," Percy said, pulling his head out of his book, "How Prefects Gain Power," "if you don't want to be hung up to eat."

The twins immediately shut up and switched the target of their criticism to Percy.

"The prefects of Hogwarts and the professions they pursued after leaving the school," George read aloud from the back of the book.

"Sounds pretty good." Fred grinned like Shin-chan. "Looks like you really are a power animal, Percy."

"Hey... Dad, look at those two!" Percy gritted his teeth as he complained to his father about the twins' behavior: "Aren't you going to do anything about them? They're going to be completely out of control!"

Arthur, however, hid his face behind "The Quibbler," and while reading it, he muttered to himself that Mr. Lovegood was doing a pretty good job lately.

He deeply understands the principle that "one cannot be a good father-in-law if one is neither foolish nor deaf."

Louis suddenly interjected, "I think that in your current state, even if you gain power, you will find it difficult to hold onto it."

Percy looked at Louis with a puzzled expression. He didn't look down on Louis because of his age, but instead asked very humbly, "Is there anything you can teach me, Louis? I'm really stupid sometimes."

"Look," Louis said, waving a finger and turning to call out, "Aunt Molly! Fred and George are trying to tear Lockhart's book up and fold paper frogs..."

Before he could finish speaking, two spatulas flew out of the kitchen and landed squarely on the buttocks of George and Fred, who were about to run away.

"I will not allow you to ruin books that I bought with my own money! Especially not Mr. Lockhart's works! Arthur—! Give them a good beating!"

A shrewish roar came from the kitchen, startling everyone.

"See?" Louis shrugged, giving Percy a "Did you learn something?" look.

Percy immediately perked up.

"First of all, you've got the wrong person in charge of this household," Louis said with a chuckle, reiterating to Percy. "Uncle Arthur is clearly a broad-minded and soft-hearted man; how could he possibly bear to punish any of you?"

"Furthermore, Uncle Arthur is preoccupied with the big issue of the relationship between Muggles and wizards, so he entrusted all the family matters to Aunt Molly. You failed to find the key to the problem, which is why you have been constantly tricked and unable to punish them."

This statement was impeccable, and it even subtly and overtly praised Arthur.

"Look, let me give you an example from your own perspective. If you and Ron were colleagues at the Ministry of Magic, and you didn't want Ron to be appointed as the head of the operation to crack down on dark magic items, what would you do?" Louis asked, arms crossed.

Ron heard his name called and came over with Harry.

"Would I...speak ill of him?" Percy asked hesitantly.

"No," Louis wagged his finger and said with a chuckle, "If it were me, I would go behind him and then badmouth him."

"Huh? How do we get around it?" Ron interjected.

"If you want to get behind someone's back, you have to become their friend first." Louis patted Ron on the shoulder. "You can't say bad things directly, after all, you don't want to leave your boss with the impression that you like to talk bad about people, right?"

"So, you need to praise him first, think about what reasons you want to use to oppose his responsibility for cracking down on black magic, and then find some of his strengths that make him unsuitable for this job."

"advantage?"

Louis tapped the table and listed a whole bunch of Ron's honest, simple, and reliable qualities. Just when Percy was thinking, "Wow, Ron is really that good," Louis suddenly made a twist.

"But can someone as honest and simple as Ron really handle those cunning dark wizards? Oh, of course, I'm not questioning his abilities; I'm just expressing my concern as a friend."

Ron and Harry looked completely bewildered, but Percy's eyes lit up.

Louis's words were like a wake-up call for him, instantly opening up his meridians.

"That's why I say it's best to stab someone in the back. If there's really no other way, there's another method, like... smearing them."

"For example, he's a womanizer, you know... well, basically, find some minor flaw he actually has and magnify it endlessly, the kind of gossip that people love to hear, that he can't deny. You see, there are so many methods, the key to using them is in your mind, Percy..."

This tactic has been used successfully throughout history, and its most effective use is to smear others for having illicit sexual relationships.

There are too many examples to list them all.

Don't you dare try this at home! I'm just saying this for fun. Don't use it in real life, Louis warned himself.

On the other hand, if Yue Fei knew that his words were being used like this by you, he would probably use his Liquan Spear to poke dozens of holes in this kid.

Uncle Arthur coughed awkwardly twice and said quietly, "Louis, you're really going to corrupt my child..."

Louis said with a grin, "Look at you, I was just giving you a little pointers. When you're hesitating at a crossroads in life, you always need someone to give you a little push, don't you?"

Arthur: ...

Percy didn't see anything wrong with it; these were all valuable "political insights."

His current admiration for Louis was genuine and heartfelt. As for Penelope's unpleasant incident, he had long forgotten about it.

Percy wanted to ask more questions, but Aunt Molly and Catherine had already prepared the meal in the kitchen.

Mrs. Weasley's cooking was delicious; even though it was simple, it was still very appetizing and had the taste of mom's cooking.

Louis devoured three loaves of bread and a large plate of stewed potatoes, his momentum like a tiger descending a mountain. Towards the end, he even stood on a stool to fight Ron for bread.

Catherine looked at Louis in surprise. Ever since she met Louis, even when the two of them were having dinner in private, he had always maintained his composure and elegance, as if he were the embodiment of etiquette.

But today, Louis seemed to have completely forgotten all those formalities. Seeing him standing on a stool, Catherine felt a little jealous.

It wasn't the sour taste of jealousy, but the bitterness of realizing I still didn't understand him well enough.

Aunt Molly was very happy, repeatedly saying that Emma had such a good appetite back then.

That evening, at Aunt Molly's warm invitation, the two decided to stay overnight.

"I'll just share a room with Catherine..."

Before Louis could finish speaking, Molly interrupted him fiercely.

"Don't even think about it! You two are still so young, not even married yet, you're not allowed to live together! Catherine, you go sleep with Ginny... Louis, you go squeeze in with Harry and Ron."

Louis could only glance sullenly at Catherine, who was snickering, and reluctantly went upstairs with Ron and Harry.

The next morning, Louis felt a little breathless and his heart was pounding with anxiety. When he looked up, good heavens, Harry and Ron were both sleeping in a sprawling position. Harry had his legs on Louis's chest, and Ron was even worse; he was practically sleeping sideways, one foot on Harry's face, and his other hand punching Louis...

No wonder I felt so oppressed and suffocated...

After breakfast, Louis and Catherine left the Burrow using Floo Powder.

Harry didn't go with him because Ron was so bored that he begged Harry not to leave—after all, if Harry stayed home, he could go to the fields with him to chase away goblins, a job that was so tedious that it would be really difficult without Harry's company.

So Louise planned to send the luggage to Harry using Floo Powder.

However, first, the fireplaces of his three estates, one castle, and two villas must be connected to the Flyro network system.

It's just a small, insignificant business, not worth a second glance.

Solanlian went to work as usual, and Louis could only pack Catherine's luggage quickly before taking his girlfriend home.

There was also a red dragon maid and an owl deacon who had been promoted to Bastion.

On the way, Catherine finally asked the question she had been holding back all night and all morning.

"You... how come you were so... comfortable, so at ease, when you were eating at the Weasleys'?" Catherine hesitated for a moment. "Could it be that this is your true nature, Mr. Deer? Hmm... why have you never been this natural when you're with me?"

"Isn't it natural between us?" Louis said, climbing her little hand onto Catherine's thigh.

I even pinched it a couple of times.

It was indeed very natural, revealing his true masculine nature.

"No, I just don't know which one is the real you..." Catherine was clearly caught in a dilemma.

Christa, who had been reading a book, suddenly interjected, "Perhaps both, I mean, it's also possible that he has two faces..."

Louis slowly turned his gaze to Christa, who let out a mournful cry and fell silent.

"Alright, Little Deer, don't scare her anymore." Catherine quickly turned Louise's head back.

"How could a small, kind, and adorable little deer like me scare a giant dragon?" Louis said, kicking Christa's leg. "Don't you think so?"

Christa didn't dare to say anything. She hid the book in front of her face like an ostrich, regretting inwardly why she hadn't kept her mouth shut.

This is one of those tips for getting yourself killed every day.

Because Catherine's owl had delivered a message to Diana beforehand, the carriage pulled by the five elemental fat men didn't cause much panic, but there was a lot of shock. Hundreds of servants in the manor gathered around the windows of various rooms, watching the young duke's novel carriage.

The habit of enjoying watching is common to all humans and is not limited to any particular ethnic group.

As soon as Louis got out of the car, he saw Diana waiting for him at the door.

"Where's your little girlfriend?" These were Diana's first words. She looked at Louis with a teasing gaze, as if she were joking about her little brother growing up.

Then she saw two girls getting out of the carriage.

"Hello." Diana smiled gently. "I'm Louis's sister, Diana. You must be his girlfriend, Catherine. You're very beautiful."

Catherine fell in love with this gentle and generous woman almost instantly.

"Thank you, sister." Catherine happily accepted the compliment.

In fact, Diana didn't know what Catherine looked like; Louis hadn't even shown her a photograph. But she still managed to figure out which one was Catherine by using some subtle details that Louis had intentionally or unintentionally revealed beforehand.

After all, Christa was still lost in thought, her expression dazed, as she had just seen Louis's gaze. Catherine, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. Her flamboyant and confident aura shone like a light in the darkness, and her emerald eyes burned with undisguised ambition.

Just like the Russian emperor who shared the same name with her back then.

Yes, Catherine is the Russian name for Catherine, just as Ivan is actually John, and Charles is called Charles in French.

Therefore, Catherine's nickname could also be Katyusha...

After a gentle and polite greeting to Christa, Diana led Catherine into the house, leaving Louis alone, bewildered.

"Go wake Grandpa up. Good heavens, it's almost lunchtime and he still isn't up," Diana said to Louis before leaving.

Louis shrugged, asked Christa for the diary, and then strolled up to the fourth floor to pull back his grandfather's blanket.

What a good grandson, so filial!

They wanted to ask the servants for the key to Grandpa's room, but everyone looked hesitant. After all, the old man was grumpy in the morning. If they gave the key to Louis, the old man's grandson, he might only get a couple of whacks, but they would be in big trouble. They might lose their jobs, and such easy and high-paying jobs are not easy to find...

Left with no other option, Louis had to use the Alaho Cave to open his grandfather's room.

Wow, good heavens, after opening the door, he even felt like it was dark.

These curtains are too thick; they completely block out the sunlight.

He had previously drawn back the thick curtains, and the sunlight, as if in revenge for the previous obstruction, shone brightly into the house.

"Turn off the lights, damn it...who let you in?" the old man's muffled voice rang out.

"It's me, Grandpa. I didn't turn on the light; this is the sun." Louis chuckled, being quite cheeky, but also very tight-lipped.

"Then go ahead and extinguish the sun with your monkey tricks!" The old man rolled over and issued his ultimatum: "Get out of this room right now, or I'll tell your little girlfriend all the embarrassing things you did as a child!"

(End of this chapter)