I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 11: Harry dressed as a woman?

"I must say, you've really surprised us. [I hope readers will remember our domain name here]" Fred said, with an exaggerated expression on his face. "Going out at night on the very first day of school, you really don't respect the school rules at all."

"How did you know I was out at night?" Louis asked, glancing sideways at the twins.

"Of course we saw it with our own eyes," George replied. "The two of us watched you walk through almost the entire castle. Luckily, you heeded the headmaster's advice and didn't go to the fourth floor."

"Why did you circle the third floor eleven times? Is there something good there?"

Louis blushed; actually, he was lost...

The staircases at Hogwarts are like those in a movie, constantly changing, making it easy to stray onto different paths. As the twins said, he did indeed walk up to the third floor eleven times.

"Alright, since you don't want to talk about it, we won't force you." Fred patted Harry on the shoulder and said with a smile, "We're going to eat. If the three of you need anything, you can ask us."

Louis ultimately didn't reveal the Marauder's Map. "Never mind," he thought, "I'll wait until we're more familiar with each other before bringing it up..."

After the twins left, Harry, who had been holding back for a while, finally couldn't wait any longer and asked, "So, Louis, tell me your trick."

"I can teach you, but you have to practice spells with me." Louis had the idea of ​​taking advantage of them. The skill description mentioned that practical combat could help him gain skill proficiency faster, so he decided to start by taking advantage of these two friends.

"No problem," the two little ones patted their chests and assured each other.

"Actually, it's quite simple." Louis picked up a chickpea from his plate with his right fork and placed it in front of the two of them. "Take Transfiguration for example. You need to concentrate fully on imagining it in your mind—for instance, if you want to turn it into a white cube, you first need to fully construct the shape of the cube in your mind, and at that moment when it becomes clear in your mind... vera verto!"

As Louis waved his wand with his left hand, the bean transformed into a small, square white cube.

"See, that's it. No matter what kind of spell you want to cast, in my opinion, the most important thing is that you believe in your own magic." Seeing the thoughtful expressions on their faces, Louis continued, "Think about it, if you yourself doubt whether the magic can succeed, how can you possibly cast a spell successfully?"

"I'll try again." Ron thought for a moment, then took out the old wand he had inherited from Charlie. He closed his eyes, pondered for a while, pointed to the fork in front of him, and chanted, "Vera Verto!"

A miracle happened: the fork turned into half a dinner knife—yes, the four sharp points of the fork were still intact, but the rest of the fork was no different from the dinner knife next to it.

This is already a significant improvement. It's not that Ron lacks talent, but rather that the wand he's using isn't truly his—as Ollivander said, the wand chooses the wizard, and the wizard chooses the wand. Ron and Charlie have completely different personalities; it would be a miracle if their wands were compatible.

If Ron succeeds even halfway, he's already quite talented.

It should be said that poverty limited Ron's potential for development.

Louis was pondering when to get Ron a new outfit. Of course… he needed a perfect reason; Ron was a very proud person, and Louis didn't want to hurt his pride.

"Wow!" Harry looked at the fork and knife in front of him in surprise, never expecting his friend to succeed so quickly.

"It's a pity Ron, your wand isn't good enough, otherwise you would have succeeded completely," Harry added.

Ron lowered his head dejectedly, but Louis's words rekindled his fighting spirit.

"Ha, just think about it. If you can cast spells perfectly with this ill-fitting wand, then... what will it be like when you switch to a wand that fits you perfectly?"

"You're right, Louis." Ron clenched his fist, a smile spreading across his face. "With your guidance in learning spells, I'll definitely succeed, I definitely will!"

"The most important thing is still your own effort." Louis restored the chickpea and ate it. "However, I can't just teach you these tricks for nothing—you have to practice spells with me regularly."

"No problem," the two assured each other.

Louis smiled mysteriously. If Diana were here, she would definitely know he was up to something. But poor Harry and Ron didn't understand him and just thought he was happy.

"There are two Potions classes on Friday morning," Lewis said, his eyes brightening. "I've heard our Headmaster is known for his strictness, and... Harry, you made enemies with the Malfoys on the train." He then lowered his voice, "I heard from my Slytherin classmates that the Malfoys have close ties with Professor Snape, Harry, you might be targeted..."

Seeing Harry's somewhat nonchalant expression, Louise began to probe his Achilles' heel: "If he were to make things difficult for you in class, openly deducting points from your Gryffindor grade, just think about what your Gryffindor classmates would think of you?"

Harry, clearly concerned about his image, was starting to panic. He might not care about being unfairly treated by Snape, but he couldn't ignore what his classmates thought of him. He asked in a low, worried voice, "Ah? Then... what should I do?"

"Study Potions well," Louis said confidently.

Good heavens, Louis simply wanted to see Professor Snape speechless.

But...maybe Harry could dress up as a girl and attend class? Hmm, that's a good idea, but how can I get him to agree?

A ruthless idea gradually surfaced in Louis's mind: why not go all the way and team up with the mischievous twins to set a trap for Harry?

Harry probably won't blame his brothers... right?

After lunch break, there was a herbalism class. Since it was the new students' first class of the new semester, Professor Sprout didn't assign any unusual herbs to learn; he simply told a few humorous anecdotes about herbalism. Lewis noticed that Neville, who had been listless in Transfiguration class, was surprisingly energetic in herbalism class and even earned two points for Gryffindor.

Perhaps this is what talent is.

After dinner, and saying goodbye to Harry and the others, Lewis returned to the Slytherin common room to retrieve the book, *The Lessons in Early Spells*. As soon as he opened the door, he saw a constipated-looking upperclassman sitting on the bench, with three other Slytherin upperclassmen of similar age standing behind him.

Louis didn't pay much attention. He thought to himself that these senior students were just having a meeting because they had nothing better to do, and slowly walked towards the dormitory.

"Look at this, so this is the new Mudblood? How rude of him." The senior's voice was as piercing as a hawk's cry: "Flint, you've really disgraced Slytherin by being defeated by someone like this."

Marcus's front teeth and jaw twitched, and he shivered. He nodded and bowed humbly, trying to please this senior he couldn't afford to offend.

(End of this chapter)

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