I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 107 Soul Leaving the Body!

Louis ran very fast, faster than the Western journalists.

He didn't want Catherine to know about his embarrassing childhood experiences.

As soon as I went out, I was told that my aunt had arranged to have a casual meal together today and also to meet my nephew's girlfriend.

It is correct to check and approve.

I guess Aunt Liz meant that her two sons were already ruined, and her good nephew couldn't be ruined too.

Since he had nothing better to do, Louis decided to tease Voldemort for a bit.

He returned to his bedroom and asked Christa to bring him pen and ink. He also told her not to leave in a hurry, but to lock the door carefully and keep him safe.

He never does anything he's not sure about.

After everything was ready, he took out the diary and carefully examined the rough outer packaging, with gold lettering printed on the cover.

"Tom Marvolo Riddell".

Louis shrugged, opened his diary, and dripped two drops of ink onto it.

Just like in the movie, the ink drop left two ink stains on the notebook paper, and then the color gradually faded until it disappeared.

Yes, it absorbs water very well and doesn't leak at all.

It's soft and gentle, very thoughtful.

Louis wrote the words "Little Nurse" in his notebook, then, after thinking for a moment, wrote "Space7".

He suppressed the urge to write another "Sophie" and put the pen aside.

This best encapsulates the most suitable functions of this laptop.

Soon the three words disappeared, replaced by a small question mark.

?

"Very mysterious," Louis wrote in his notebook. "Feeding? Are you there?"

Louis's Hengshui-style calligraphy slowly disappeared, replaced by a line of cursive script.

"Hello, may I know your name?"

Louis couldn't resist and wrote out Richard's classic line.

"Hello, my name is Mourinho."

"Mourinho? Am I in the Iberian Peninsula right now?"

The name, which sounds like it has two big teeth, clearly made the diary's thoughts pause for a moment.

"Oh, sorry, I was just joking. Hello, Mr. Diary, my name is Harry Potter."

Anyway, Louis had no intention of revealing his real name.

The diary was noticeably silent for a long time, and just when Louis thought it might have crashed, a line of text suddenly appeared on the notebook.

"Hello, Harry Potter, I am Tom Riddle."

"Tom Marvolo Riddell?" Lewis wrote.

"Yes, how do you know my name?"

"It's obvious, Mr. Diary, that there's gold lettering on your cover." Louis paused slightly, then added, "Why do I feel like your IQ isn't very high?"

The diary quickly replied, "Actually, I'm quite clever; it's just that so much time has passed that I've forgotten."

"Let's be friends. I can teach you a lot of fun little things you can't even imagine." The diary coaxed him gently, just like Brother Jie who tricked Awei.

"Timeo danaos et dona ferentes."

Louis wrote a string of Latin words in his diary.

I couldn't figure out how to use the diary, and it took me a while to slowly type out a question mark.

"Unsolicited kindness is either a sign of treachery or theft." Louis wrote down another string of Chinese characters.

"Please write something I can understand, thank you."

The diary is starting to break down.

"Look at you, you don't understand either of these languages, and you dare to call yourself smart?" Louis began to mock. "I, Harry Potter, hate idiots the most."

"Write one more! I'm sure I'll recognize it!" The diary was gambling that Louis didn't know so many languages.

"Selama ashal'anore!"

This time, the official language of Quel'Thalas has been used.

"ml wrrrrmalwg wlaam?"

After writing down this string of fish-man words, the diary completely broke down.

"You're making this up! Damn it! This isn't something friends should do!"

"That's the language of the fishmen. It means you're hiding something." Louis quickly explained to him what fishmen were.

I also wrote him a concise merman language tutorial that lasted over twenty minutes.

If the diary were to reveal its true form, it would surely be filled with circles within circles.

He's starting to doubt whether the Merman language really exists.

"Being multilingual is not a sufficient or necessary condition for intelligence," the diary began to justify itself. "Perhaps, I will teach you powerful magic, granting you unparalleled strength to defeat enemies you cannot defeat!"

"It's unnecessary, all superfluous," Lewis wrote. "Have you heard of Voldemort?"

The diary paused for a moment, then wrote: "Hmm, I've heard of it."

"I, Harry Potter, could take down this bastard when I was just one year old. Now you want to teach me powerful magic?" Louis paused, rubbing his sore wrists, and continued writing: "Look at that Voldemort. He and his Death Eaters look like a bunch of idiots. I, Harry Potter, will be waiting for him at Hogwarts. If he dares to come, I'll rip his nose off."

The diary crashed for half a day, and in the end, nothing was written.

After a long pause, he finally said, "Fine, you win."

"Why didn't you just admit it earlier?" Louis wrote in his diary.

"I think we don't need to beat around the bush anymore. You're not Harry Potter. Who are you?"

The diary eventually revealed Louis's true identity.

"Your wisdom is enough to illuminate a restroom," Louis wrote in his diary, then quickly added at the end, "and a girls' restroom at that."

The notebook shut up, clearly furious with Louis.

Louis found it boring, closed the notebook, and tossed it to Christa.

That's it?

Around 4 p.m., the Louis family of three drove towards Windsor Castle.

Diana didn't go; she and her cousin Charlie were now completely at odds. Charlie felt she didn't understand him and couldn't just be a pretty face, while Diana thought he was a scumbag.

Old Louis was very pleased with Catherine, especially her ambitious nature. He had always thought his grandson was too honest and dutiful, and now that he had a good daughter-in-law to guide him, he was sure she could help him break free from his lazy, complacent lifestyle.

When we got off the bus, my cousin Charlie was already waiting at the gate.

This was also out of respect for his elders; he especially respected old Louis and often told people that old Louis was his honorary grandfather.

After embracing and greeting Louis Sr., the heir to the Guinness World Record gave Louis another hug.

"Oh, my little Louis, you seem to have grown taller again, you're taller than my waist now."

"Hey, you just wait..." Louis said through gritted teeth, "I'll surpass you one day!"

"Haha, I hope that day comes. I hope you only grow up to my chest height." Cousin teased Louis with a chuckle.

"Hmph... Don't be too happy yet. I wish you seventy years as crown prince!" Louis cursed his good cousin through gritted teeth.

My cousin was taken aback for a moment, then realized what I meant and said with a smile, "Oh, that's wonderful." His face was beaming with a genuine smile: "Who still has their mother when they're in their seventies or eighties? That's truly a blessing."

Louis: ...

Oops, I forgot this guy is a mama's boy.

Then his cousin realized his mistake and quickly explained, "Sorry, Louis, I didn't mean that..."

"If you don't explain, it really doesn't seem like you meant that." Louis glanced sideways at his good cousin.

"Hahaha..." The cousin laughed a little awkwardly. To ease the awkward atmosphere, he looked at Catherine beside him and said, "This must be your girlfriend, right? Aren't you going to introduce her?"

"Greetings, Your Highness." Catherine gave a graceful curtsy. "I am Catherine Worley, Louis's girlfriend."

"No need to be so polite, Catherine, you can call me Charlie." Cousin Charlie, as expected of a veteran of the pleasure quarters, was incredibly familiar with women.

He held Catherine's hand with great restraint, touching her fingertips only briefly before letting go.

Although he was ill, unlike his brother, he was not a philodendrical sorcerer.

"Did you wash your hands, my dear cousin?" Louis clicked his tongue. "I could see that greasy patch on the back of Catherine's hands..."

"Maybe it's someone's saliva," the cousin shrugged, his sharp tongue no less than Louis's.

"Alright, Charlie, are we really going to stand here all day?" Grandpa finally couldn't take it anymore and wanted to find a place to take a nap.

Older people have a strong urge to sleep.

My cousin then realized he couldn't let his grandfather stand there for too long, so he smiled and led everyone into the castle.

Upon entering the castle, Louis suddenly felt a tightness in his hand.

He had been holding Catherine's hand the whole time, but now Catherine was pulling harder, clearly a little nervous.

It's no wonder I was nervous; who among us has ever experienced something like this?

"Louis! My dearest baby!"

An exaggerated voice rang out, and without asking, Louis knew it was his cousin Annie. Louis felt a lightness in his body, and the whole world began to spin.

My cousin's tornado destroyed the parking lot.

"Alright, Anne, put Louis down. The child is almost passing out."

It was Uncle Phil who saved the day at the crucial moment.

My cousin finally put Louis down, looked at his eyes that were making circles, and couldn't help but giggle.

"Thank you, Uncle Phil, you saved my life," Louis said breathlessly.

Louis was stunned by the overwhelming and profound love his cousin had shown him. He fell silent, lost in thought, unable to recover.

"You've been learning tricks in Scotland and haven't come back at all. Your auntie misses you terribly." Uncle Phil was always the kind of person who couldn't keep his mouth shut. "I really don't know what's so great about those juggling tricks that you're so obsessed with."

"Dad!" Annie playfully slapped her father's big mouth.

Since it was a family dinner, the atmosphere was quite casual, without much formality. Auntie wasn't in the drawing room, but rather in the study waiting for Louis and Catherine. After exchanging a few pleasantries with Louis, she pulled Catherine aside for a friendly chat.

She liked Catherine quite a bit. Louis had written to his aunt many times praising Catherine, so under Louis's influence, his aunt had a good impression of Catherine.

Seeing Catherine, she felt as if she were seeing herself, in that war-torn era, that passionate age, and that teenage girl who raced trucks and Stukas...

At this moment, a maid came over, handed a board to the aunt, and respectfully asked, "Your Majesty, these are the dishes prepared by the kitchen today. Please take a look."

Auntie selected a few dishes she liked and handed the board to Catherine: "You can choose a few too."

Catherine accepted the menu as instructed, glanced at it, and since she didn't understand French, she randomly picked a few dishes she liked and handed them back to the maid. The maid bowed and then withdrew.

After chatting for a while, it was time for lunch, and Auntie took Catherine to the restaurant.

The restaurant is in a typical Baroque style, with magnificent crystal chandeliers refracting colorful light and shadow. Waitstaff move about in an orderly manner, spreading a heavily embroidered tablecloth on a huge square table, and then setting it with fruit, food and candlesticks.

Catherine was led by the maid to sit to her aunt's right—unlike at the Malfoys' house, this time Catherine was the guest of honor, so she was to sit to the right of her hostess. She discreetly observed the others, then imitated them by spreading a clean white handkerchief on her lap.

A bell rang, and the head chef entered with a group of maids pushing a cart, stopping beside everyone. The head chef lifted the lids from the plates and gently placed the dishes in front of Auntie. Then, the maids served everyone the dishes in unison. Catherine noticed that the dishes in front of her were all the ones she had chosen beforehand, and even the slightly larger items had been cut into bite-sized pieces.

After serving the dishes, the head chef quickly led the maids away, and immediately waiters poured them wine and drinks.

Looking at the dazzling array of tableware in front of her, Catherine panicked for the first time in her life. She looked to her aunt for help and asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty... Aunt Liz, as you know, I have never attended a banquet like this before, and I really don't understand these etiquette rules."

"Actually, I have a secret to share with you." Aunt smiled and winked at Catherine, grabbed the stem of her wine glass, and took a generous gulp of wine. "You know I've always lived here, but I've never really understood the etiquette in this regard."

She put down her wine glass and gently patted Catherine's hand.

My aunt's smile is kind and relaxing.

"So you don't need to be too reserved. Knowing how to use a knife and fork is enough... Just tell the servants what you want to eat, and they will prepare it for you."

After being comforted by her aunt, Catherine breathed a sigh of relief, but she wasn't completely at ease; it's always good to be cautious.

After they finished eating and drinking and left the restaurant, Catherine stopped Louis, as she had a question that had been bothering her since earlier.

"Little Deer, why isn't anyone eating the food in the middle of the table?"

"Oh, those..." Louis touched his nose somewhat awkwardly, "Those are for looking at, not for eating." To be honest, as a Seris soul, he really disapproved of this kind of extravagant behavior, but that was the etiquette of nobles at the table, and there was nothing he could do about it.

That's right, I, Louis, only have eight sets of clothes for all four seasons, I can't stand these kinds of luxuries!

"Hey, Louis." An annoying voice came from behind them. Turning around, they saw their second cousin, Andy.

Louis really disliked him; if it weren't for his aunt and uncle's sake, he would have given him a good beating.

"Are you in such a hurry to take your little girlfriend back? Aren't you going to have a couple of drinks with your dear cousin?" Andy was talking to Louis, but his eyes were fixed on Catherine with ill intent.

"No need to trouble you, cousin. I have other matters to attend to. Please go ahead." Louis bowed politely, but a barely perceptible glint of sternness flashed in his eyes.

"Okay, okay, if you have time, you absolutely must bring your little girlfriend and have a couple of drinks with me." Andy said casually, "My treat."

After saying that, he gave Catherine a deep look, then turned and left.

But in the instant he turned around, he heard Louis say something—a word whose meaning he didn't understand. Then, in a daze, he felt as if he had fallen into a blissful paradise.

"Imperio!" (Astral projection)

Some terms of address would be considered offensive if written outright, so they are replaced with terms of address or nicknames for elders.

I apologize to everyone.

(End of this chapter)