I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 115 Fudge: What you love is your life.

Before leaving, Fudge, in a very familiar manner, said that he wanted to chat and talk with the students in the Great Hall of Hogwarts during dinner.

By the way, let me announce the bet between Lockhart and Lewis in public.

Dumbledore had no reason to refuse, in fact, there was no justification for it.

After all, Fudge is still the Minister of Magic on the surface, and Hogwarts has not broken ties with the Ministry of Magic.

Most of the students were actually unwilling, since no one wants to listen to a bureaucrat talking on and on during a meal.

So what's going on now? Fudge is talking non-stop in the main seat of the auditorium, while the students below are eating expressionlessly.

However, the students became noticeably excited when the topic of the bet between Louis and Lockhart came up.

Those who had taken Lockhart's class weren't particularly impressed with this pretty face; apart from a few fangirls, everyone stood on stools and cheered, giving him enthusiastic applause.

Fudge thought it was because he was popular, so he started spouting inspirational quotes and talking non-stop.

His words were full of praise for the positive changes in the magical world since he took office, as well as his efforts, and so on.

Louis felt like vomiting at this kind of empty rhetoric.

"Of course, in the end, I still hope that everyone can learn more from Professor Lockhart." Fudge called out Lockhart's name, and Lockhart smiled slyly and began to wink and flirt with the students.

Everyone was clearly fed up with the sentimentality, rolling their eyes repeatedly to express their disapproval of such remarks.

"As I said, the wizarding world needs more talents like Professor Lockhart." Fudge clapped his hands, glanced at Lockhart, and continued to praise him: "At all times, I sincerely hope that everyone will not give up their love for magic, and it is precisely because of this that our Professor Lockhart is so outstanding and excellent."

"Finally, I would like to share a quote that Professor Lockhart often says: 'What you love is your life.'"

Boos erupted from the audience. Seamus Finigan, living up to his reputation as a demolition genius, was utterly fed up with Fudge's incessant nagging and finally snapped, yelling, "Fudge, when are you going to die?"

He shouted with his head down and didn't stand up, so no one noticed who shouted it. Only Ron Harry, who was around Louis and Seamus, noticed his little movement.

The auditorium fell silent, as if a mage had cast a spell to silence everyone. Everyone was wondering which student had been so brave, and then burst into loud laughter.

Louis glanced at Fudge with a nonchalant look, his mind racing with how to respond if Fudge pressed on.

Fudge's face was visibly grim. He glanced at Dumbledore, but ultimately suppressed the urge to lash out.

After all... first of all, he's an adult, and the Minister of Magic. It would be a bit beneath him to argue with a student.

Most importantly, he neither wanted nor dared to cause trouble for the Hogwarts students in front of Dumbledore.

Harry Ron and Louis exchanged a glance and smiled simultaneously.

Simo, who had just been through the ordeal, was now trembling in both legs, sitting there shaking like a leaf, clearly still shaken.

Fortunately, everyone tacitly let the matter drop.

Fudge's unpleasant expression only lasted a moment before he quickly put on a smiling face again: "Oh, well, I'm not Galleon after all, I can't make everyone like me."

Finally, he added, "Even a Galleon won't be liked by everyone."

Louis wasn't surprised at all. Fudge was a typical politician; even if he was furious inside, he would still put on a smiling face on the surface.

Even a small bush can maintain its composure when someone throws a shoe at it, let alone Fudge, who was only insulted.

After Fudge left, the students swarmed around him, especially the Weasley twins, who were incredibly excited and kept asking if he had any ideas about teaching fourth grade.

Lockhart's class this morning was incredibly boring. According to George, they spent the entire class listening to Lockhart boast about his adventures, with no intention of teaching them any spells whatsoever.

What's even more outrageous is that they actually put together a quiz that was entirely about his personal hobbies.

It seems that this wasn't just a problem for second graders; fourth graders were not spared either.

However, Lockhart must have learned a good lesson from the Cornish elves in class yesterday, so he didn't prepare any elves when teaching other grades.

After all, he couldn't handle this kind of thing. It's one thing to do something embarrassing once, but if he makes a fool of himself a couple more times, Dumbledore won't even need to bother him; the students will expose his trick himself.

Louis, who was being asked the question, didn't know whether to answer yes or no, so he answered everyone's questions with enthusiasm, politeness, ambiguity, and feigned ignorance.

His immediate priority is to get things done for this academic year. One must take things one step at a time, so he can't make any promises to others in advance.

After the students left, he informed each of the four houses to elect a representative. Gryffindor debated for a long time before deciding that Hermione would be their representative. Hufflepuff nominated Hannah Abbott, while Ravenclaw nominated Justin Finley.

As for Slytherin, Louis directly appointed Pansy Parkinson as their representative, since Draco was busy with the Serpent Spirits.

Louise is currently meeting with four representatives in the drawing room of the Slytherin common room.

The three students from the other houses who were entering the Slytherin common room for the first time were a little nervous. Louise gently reassured them and had Tom and Jerry bring each of them a cup of tea.

It's not the kind of black tea that makes you sleepy.

The four of them took the steaming teacups, sipped the tea, and their initial nervousness gradually subsided under the influence of the hot tea.

The reception room was set up by the house-elves at Louis's request. It was about 30 square meters, not a large space, but formal enough and it also kept out the noise of outsiders.

He even consulted Professor Snape for this, and Snape was very easy to talk to—as long as you, kid, can once again crush the other four houses by a large margin in this year's House Cup, you can even open a palace in Slytherin's common room without any problem.

Louis thought to himself, "The crushing victory over the four colleges depends on you, Professor..."

But in the end, he couldn't bring himself to say that truth; some things are better left unsaid.

Hannah is a pretty girl with blonde pigtails, and she has a very "loser" vibe; Justin isn't handsome enough, but his underbite is enough to make him memorable; Pansy looks and has a similar vibe to the one in the third movie, with short black hair, and doesn't look like a poodle as much.

Both girls are quite pretty.

Louis noticed the orange light flickering around Hannah and instinctively cast a Recognition Eye over her.

Goodness, Louis exclaimed.

Forging (20)

How should I put it? She truly lives up to her reputation as the iron-willed... iron-forging Hannah.

This talent in forging has reached the limits of human capability.

Louis decided that he must find a side job for Hannah when he had the chance, such as upgrading other people's equipment at Hogwarts.

This was the first time he had this idea: should Hogwarts be transformed into a Firelink Shrine or a base like the Rogue Encampment?

However, all of that is still a long way off. Louis looked at the four of them and said with a smile, "Don't be so nervous. The purpose of calling you all here is just to have a short meeting... From now on, well, at least for the time I'm teaching you, you are all the house representatives for Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"And your task is probably to be in charge of the students' learning progress in my course, um, to help me assess their learning progress. That's your only task for now."

At this point, Louis beckoned, and Tom immediately handed him four forms.

"Of course, I won't let you become free labor; that's not my style." He paused for a moment and continued, "I plan to introduce a credit system into the classroom. You can earn credits as rewards for excellent performance in class, outstanding completion of assignments, and high exam scores."

"Credits can be exchanged for whatever you want with me, like Galleons," Louis chuckled. "One credit can be exchanged for two Galleons, and you can receive five extra credits each week as your salary."

"Of course, credits aren't only exchanged for Galleons; there are better options," Louis said, pointing to the table above. "For example, the spell 'Kalia Swiftsword,' which can be obtained for ten credits, is, in my opinion, a very good spell."

"Calia's Swiftblade? Uh, Louis... I mean, Professor, what kind of magic is that?" Hermione asked first. She was a well-read person, but she had never heard of such a spell.

Louis stood up, picked up his staff, and said to them, "The Swift Sword of Kalia is also a kind of royal magic. It is a short sword formed from mana for rapid attacks and can be used quickly after any action or spell."

Well, isn't the Kalia royal family also a royal family?

Upon hearing the word "royal family," everyone was taken aback. No one dared to be certain that there was no secret magic within the royal family; that ancient European grandmother from a hundred years ago had once been a wizard of extraordinary power.

"Then, could you demonstrate it for us?" Pansy asked. As a young wizard from a pure-blood family, she didn't have much desire for Galon, but the Kalia Swift Sword really caught her eye.

Louis casually cast an Armor Spell, and before the spell dissipated, a blue lightsaber appeared at the tip of his staff as he thrust forward. Furthermore, the lightsaber didn't dissipate despite the continued output of magic; he had to perform several sword flourishes with his staff to finally dispel it.

The four class representatives stared wide-eyed, especially Justin, who fell in love with the spell almost instantly.

Lightsabers are a man's romance! Even if it's not the kind of lightsaber used by Jedi Knights, it's still exciting enough!

"Professor! I want to learn this!" he shouted impatiently.

Louis put away his wand and shrugged: "Of course you can learn it, provided you earn enough points... Besides, I actually have more than one of these novel spells here. After you learn this Kalia Swiftsword, you'll unlock even more."

He muttered to himself, "Actually, I don't know much about most things either."

Looks like... I really need to hurry up and finish this task!

As for electric magic, he had no intention of teaching his classmates; teaching Catherine was already his limit.

The few people who were initially indifferent to becoming class representatives suddenly became excited.

They knew His Highness was generous, but they never expected him to be this lavish—a secret magic trick!

"Professor! Just tell me, what tasks do you have for us to do!" Justin said excitedly, but then asked somewhat nervously, "How about... Professor, you give me more tasks? Otherwise, I'm afraid five credits this week might be a bit too much for me..."

"Oh, alright then." Louis put down his teacup. "I do have a small task for you... Hmm, inform the students of each college to gather at the castle gate at seven o'clock tomorrow morning. I have some tasks to assign."

"Uh... isn't this a bit too early? I'm afraid my classmates will have objections," Justin asked hesitantly.

"When you get back, pass on the credit system I told you today. If there are any objections, let him come to me in person. Don't talk to you about it." Louis tapped his fingers lightly on the table, his tone leaving no room for argument: "It's not like you're capable. I'll wait here for them and see who comes to me."

The four exchanged glances and replied in unison, "Yes, Professor."

"Alright, I won't keep you any longer. Go back now." Louis began to see them off. "Remember, both things need to be conveyed properly. I don't want anyone coming to me because they missed one of them, understand?"

"Yes, Professor."

Louis wasn't worried about Slytherin causing any trouble, after all, he still held some minor status within the house. However, he couldn't easily resort to such violent suppression against the other three houses; offering them some incentives was necessary.

After all, you can't force someone to study hard with a knife; learning has always been entirely voluntary.

He had already decided on the teaching goal for the first phase: to guide the students through the Lostrick High Walls within this month.

Anyway, the other-dimensional world won't be harmed, it just might scare people.

But Louis took it in stride. There's a saying that goes, "Sweat more in peacetime, bleed less in wartime." A wizard who has been tested in real combat is a qualified and good wizard.

All the way back to his dorm, he was planning how to train his classmates the next day. When he got back, he found Catherine lying on her side on the bed waiting for him.

"Little Moon? What brings you here?" Louis blurted out.

Catherine's initially cheerful expression suddenly turned cold.

"Can't I come?" she asked, her tone displeased.

"No, I was just thinking about you on the way back to the dorm, so I was a little surprised to see you when I got back." Louis lied without batting an eye.

(End of this chapter)