I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 110 Two Women Make a Drama

"Sorry, this room is taken," Louis politely declined.

He called to Christa, "Chris, it's time for you to come back and serve me dinner."

Christa stood up quickly, giving Vitali an awkward yet polite smile as she passed by, before plopping down to Louis's left.

Vitalie wasn't annoyed. She tilted her head and looked at Louis for a while before gracefully walking over and sitting down next to Catherine.

At this point, Headmaster Dumbledore began his speech again.

"What's even more exciting is that a new teacher has joined our ranks." Professor Dumbledore gestured to Lockhart beside him, "Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, bestselling author, adventurer, and formerly Ravenclaw, let's welcome him back to Hogwarts!"

As soon as he finished speaking, bursts of enthusiastic applause and cheers erupted from the seats of the four colleges. As a bestselling author, Gilderoy Lockhart actually has quite a few fans.

In addition, his handsome appearance is extremely attractive to the little witches. For example, the little beaver in the Gryffindor seat has pink stars in its eyes.

Lockhart was also very happy; the vain boy loved this kind of scene. He stood up and joined his classmates in strutting around, and after a while, he gestured with his hands to signal everyone to be quiet.

"All that glitters is not gold." Vitalie muttered with a hint of disdain as she looked at Lockhart's handsome yet greasy smile.

She was quoting a famous Shakespearean saying, "Nothing that glitters is gold."

As the saying goes, not all insects become butterflies, because some are maggots. Clearly, Lockhart isn't a pupa; he's obviously a maggot.

On the platform, Dumbledore saw Lockhart sit down and began his speech as headmaster—but he only said one sentence: "The banquet is about to begin."

As soon as he announced the start of the banquet, a dazzling array of food was laid out in front of everyone almost instantly.

Vitalie looked at the food in front of her, picked up her knife, and said, as if to Catherine, or perhaps to herself, "I actually quite like British food, for example, uh... um..."

She did it on purpose, pressing her index finger against her full lips, feigning a thoughtful expression, her sarcasm palpable.

Catherine picked up the books from the table and handed them to Christa. Without looking at Vitali, she looked at the food in front of her and said with a smile, "I must say, I also really enjoy wearing a beret all day."

Vitalie paused, her eyes narrowing slightly. "However, I'm relieved that there were no stargazing parties at the Hogwarts dinner."

"Even if there is, it's much better than sausage jelly, isn't it?" Catherine smiled lightly, deflecting Vitalie's verbal onslaught.

Vitalie spread out her napkin and continued her provocation: "So, shall we start drinking tea now? I've heard that you British can drink tea all day long and still not get enough."

"But you can't have snails and foie gras with your tea, Hilix. I know you find it hard to go without those two things." Catherine's sharp tongue was as biting as ever.

"I'd rather watch some plays while drinking tea. Who are some famous British playwrights? Shakespeare, um... uh..." Vitalie began to ponder again.

"I hope you can eat some garlic to freshen your breath before watching the play. I've heard that French garlic pudding is quite good. I hope your loud laughter won't disturb those around you." Catherine forked a piece of Yorkshire beef pudding onto her plate.

Yorkshire pudding isn't actually pudding; it's just a name. It's actually a hollow bread filled with a meatball and then baked in the oven... something like that.

Actually, it's quite delicious, to be honest.

"Ahhhhh" is actually a meme, because the "H" in French is mostly silent, so the British often use this to tease them.

But actually, the French also laugh heartily, it's just... well, the Anglo-French relationship is a love-hate one, you know what I mean.

Vitalie subtly gripped the fork in her hand, continuing to fire without making a sound: "Actually, the little brother next to you is quite handsome, but I wonder if he'll go bald when he grows up. After all, most British men... well, but bald men are handsome too, I like them."

"But at least my little deer is a manly man. Speaking of which, your efforts to protect the dignity of the country have surpassed those of 99 percent of French men, Mr. Heliès. You should be proud." Catherine raised her wine glass and elegantly toasted Heliès, continuing to provoke Vitalie.

Vitalie snorted and unleashed her ultimate weapon: "Hmph, at least France won't be turned around and dominated by its former colonies..."

"Alright, alright, you win." Catherine picked up her wand, dipped the tip in water, stuck a piece of white tissue paper on it, waved it like a little flag, and slowly said, "I~ surrender~!"

This action might not mean anything to people from other countries, but to the French, it is an absolute irony.

Those who didn't even last as long as Pavlov's Tower during World War II were not only ridiculed in the Muggle world, but also couldn't hold their heads high in the wizarding world.

Vitalie's fork snapped in two instantly. For the first time, she looked directly at the blonde girl beside her, her eyes blazing with fighting spirit.

I just found it amusing before, but now it's a personal grudge!

Vitali's heart was filled with the image of her kneeling on the ground, crying helplessly when she stole Catherine's boyfriend.

She was still thinking about it when the young couple's conversation hit her like a ton of bricks.

"Kathy?"

"What's wrong, Little Deer?"

"I have a question for you."

"you say."

"How should you address a Frenchman with an IQ of 100?"

Catherine was stumped by the question, but she understood Louis's meaning, so she smiled gently and asked softly:

"Um... how should I address you?"

"A French village," Louis said, taking a vicious bite of his chicken leg.

You little brat, how dare you bully my little moon?

Upon hearing this, Catherine covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes curving like crescent moons.

Louis was completely unaware that although the confrontation was caused by Vitali, not only was Catherine the victor, but Catherine had the upper hand throughout the entire exchange.

But now Vitali wasn't angry anymore. Looking at the couple in front of her, so passionate about their affair, she even started to admire them.

Despite her outward disdain for British food, she still needed to fill her stomach, so she picked up her knife and fork and began choosing what to eat.

In fact, the food at Hogwarts' banquets was quite plentiful, not as bad as she had imagined before coming to the school.

Of course, we can't blame her, since such stereotypes do exist between Britain and France.

"But in the end, you still chose to become the person you hated the most, didn't you?" Catherine paused for a moment and continued, "Of course, I didn't mean to mock you at all, please forgive my French rudeness."

"How could that be? After all, I'm not a savage on the island. I know I should adapt to local customs," Vitali said, forking a few pieces of sweet corn for herself.

"The moon is beautiful tonight. I think Miss Worley wouldn't refuse an invitation from a lady to spar in magic."

"You mean, a wizard duel?" Catherine's gaze finally fell on Vitalie.

"No, oh no, how could it be so rude? It was just a little exchange of ideas about magic between classmates." Vitalie took a big sip of pumpkin juice, but the cloying sweetness made her feel nauseous. Fortunately, her good manners kept her from vomiting.

Her face turned pale and then flushed, and it took her a long time to calm down.

She saw Catherine's outstretched hand, looked down, and saw that it was Catherine handing her a glass of water.

"Drink it, and you'll feel much better," Catherine said calmly.

Vitali took the water glass in a daze, closed her eyes, and took several sips.

The nausea and cloying sweetness were largely dispelled by this glass of diluted lemonade.

"Aren't you afraid I'll smuggle something in the water?" Catherine suddenly said after she finished drinking the whole glass of water.

"You won't." Vitalie wasn't fooled.

"It's truth serum, I added truth serum." Catherine's tone was very certain.

Vitali, however, showed a relieved expression: "That's not bad either. It would be good if we could take off the mask, even if only for a little while."

"Not bad... I agree. Remember to come with me tonight." Catherine extended an invitation to Vitalie, her gaze now filled with admiration.

"Does the little deer next to you want to come along too?" Vitalie asked.

"What, do you want him to see you begging for mercy like this?" Catherine turned her head to look at Vitalie: "I need to remind you, you can't call someone 'little deer' like that."

"Alright, I'm not like you. I'm not interested in little boys," Vitalie said, but she kept glancing at Louis.

In fact, this was one of the reasons she transferred schools.

Soon, the banquet came to an end. As usual, Professor Dumbledore reminded the students not to go to the Forbidden Forest, and specifically mentioned the Weasley twins' names.

Judging from the Weasley twins' expressions, they clearly didn't take the matter seriously.

These two never paid any attention to school rules and regulations or Professor Dumbledore's warnings. After all, they were two little guys that even a strict dean like Professor McGonagall couldn't control.

"Let's sing the school song together," Headmaster Dumbledore said, taking out his wand to prepare to lead.

Louis quickly released Tom and Jerry. Christa took a suona out of her bag and handed it to Jerry, and gave Tom a large drum and a copper gong.

The Slytherin students cleared their throats, ready to start their antics.

During the holidays, Louis had Draco write to the Slytherin students to tell them what the sheet music for this year's school song was, and to urge them to learn the new melody carefully so that they could give a great performance of the chorus at the school anniversary celebration and impress the entire school.

Furthermore, Draco mentioned in the letter that this was Louis's idea. Therefore, none of the students who received the letter dared to slack off; everyone practiced diligently at home, lest they incur Louis's displeasure if they were randomly selected for a test.

The two clowns stood on the table, and just before Dumbledore waved his wand and the whole school spoke, the sound of the instrument hooligan's suona suddenly rang out, startling everyone.

Then, Tom, somehow managing to control both the gong and the drum simultaneously, began to rhythmically keep time.

It is the music of the enraged kings, Ceddin Deden.

"Ancestors, Grandfathers".

Green ivy is also a type of green ivy, right? Slytherin's natural color is green, and green ivy's natural color is also green. So... is it possible that green ivy is the true color of Slytherin?

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts"

Please teach us the knowledge.

Whether we are balding old people

The child still had a sprained knee.

Our minds can accept

Some interesting things…

Vitalie, who had transferred from Beauxbatons, had never seen anything like this before. She stared wide-eyed at her Slytherin classmate singing the school song that sounded like lamb skewers. This was a completely new experience for her.

Students from the other three houses were also led astray, especially the Weasley twins, who even ran over to Slytherin, flanking Lewis on either side, and loudly singing the Hogwarts school song to the tune of "Ancestors, Grandfathers."

Dumbledore was completely swept up in the music, but as a headmaster with a strong artistic bent, he still knew what kind of piece it was, so he tapped out the rhythm for his classmates with his wand, clearly looking quite enthusiastic.

After the school song was sung, Dumbledore wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said with a smile, "Music, especially choral music, is more captivating... Alright, the opening banquet is now over. Students, please go back with your prefects."

Louis was a little unaccustomed to being back in his dorm room. After all, he had been at home for almost two months, and it wasn't something he could switch back to all at once.

Fortunately, the pets at home took great care in cleaning the dorms while the students were away, so at least there was no musty smell when the door was opened.

Unlike the other dorm rooms, Louis's room was specially sprayed with air freshener, undoubtedly out of the house-elves' preference.

After all, these were favors his mother had accumulated for him before she passed away.

Just like last year, before the students returned to their dormitories, the house-elves had already packed their luggage and made their beds neatly.

Draco moved out of the dorm this academic year at his own request; he didn't want to be a third wheel for the young couple.

Thanks to his father's connections as a school board member, Draco was also assigned a single room.

The main advantage is that the Slytherin common room is large enough that, if possible, there would be room to spare even after allocating double or triple rooms to many people.

This brings us to the issue of Slytherin's own bias.

Louis left Tom and Jerry in the dormitory to watch the house while he went out lightly equipped to watch Catherine and Vitalis duel.

Women fighting is the most interesting thing to watch.

Tears streamed down my face.

jiayou a chunyu

Youth will eventually come to an end; a tribute to Saint May.

Somnus Out

(End of this chapter)