I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 116 What's it like to be a group of little wizards during military training?

"Hmph, all you do is lie all day long, who would believe your nonsense?"

Catherine scoffed at Louis, but the expression on her face was one of great pleasure, and the smile on her lips was impossible to wipe away.

Louis knew her very well. No matter how angry she was, as long as he said a few kind words, she would soften and wouldn't have the heart to blame himself.

Besides, women like to hear nice things, and sometimes there's no need to lecture them. Just agree with her a little, and while it might seem like you're losing something on the surface, you'll gain more in other ways.

The conservation of mass-energy is an irrefutable truth, and it applies even to relationships between men and women—but only if the other person loves you.

If you use this trick on someone who doesn't love you, be careful, they might eat you alive.

Louis quickly went over, put his arm around her, and whispered a few sweet nothings in her ear.

She smelled sweet and was soft. Louis had always been curious whether it was only Catherine who was like this, or whether all girls were like this.

Of course, he was just curious; at least for now, apart from Catherine, there wasn't a single girl who caught his eye.

"You say nice things, but that's not what you really think." Catherine lightly poked Louis's chest with her finger. "You only think about your classmates in your own year. Do you think you're the only ones who don't like that good-for-nothing's class...?"

Just as George and Fred said, the greater the expectation before class, the greater the disappointment after class. But Catherine was alright. She disliked Lockhart anyway, so she didn't experience any disappointment.

She simply disliked Lockhart.

"Of course I know, but you have to eat one bite at a time." Louis smelled the fragrance of her hair and said softly, "Forgive me, little moon, for making you suffer."

"What do I have to complain about? It's you who's wronged..." Catherine sighed, "But... I really never imagined that someone could be so outstanding and excellent at your age."

As she spoke, she tightened her arms, as if trying to hold him tightly to prevent him from slipping away.

"I'm so tired of having to bear such a heavy burden of handsomeness and intelligence at such a young age." Louis shrugged.

"Silly boy." Catherine gave him a charmingly disdainful look.

"How is Christa? Is she doing well for you?" Louis suddenly asked.

"Yes, that's good. I'm quite satisfied with her." Catherine praised her first, then patted Louis on the shoulder: "You mustn't scare her again. Good heavens, I really don't know what this place called Cordara is. After you mentioned Cordara the other day, she cried in her sleep all night..."

"You'd better not know; it's not a good thing." Louis shook his head. "As long as you're satisfied..."

"By the way, Vitali..." They both spoke almost at the same time, and then said together, "You go first."

The two looked at each other for a moment, then smiled simultaneously.

"Okay, I'll go first," Louis said with a smile, then put on a serious face. "I have a feeling that something's off about this woman, but... I can't quite put my finger on it."

Catherine narrowed her eyes slightly and nodded slowly: "I understand, I will keep that in mind."

"And what do you want to say?" Louis asked, while his other paw started to get restless, rubbing against her.

"Hmm...it's nothing much, you've already said everything I wanted to say...ah...oh dear, hmm..."

Catherine's final reply was almost a nasal, slurred voice.

The next morning, Louis got up early. Looking to his side, he saw Jerry sleeping soundly against Tom, his small body even pressing a dent into Tom's fur.

It has to be said that the carpet in his dorm room was quite warm; at least Jerry didn't use Tom's tail as a blanket today.

Louis stretched and, without disturbing the two rascals, prepared to get out of bed to wash up.

When he arrived at the auditorium, he was surprised to find that all the second-grade students were sitting there. Some were talking quietly, some were eating, and some were reading.

Needless to say, Ron and Hufflepuff were the ones eating, while Hermione and Ravenclaw were the ones reading.

These two are somewhat to the point of having wandered into the wrong college.

Whether the Sorting Hat used connections to get the two students sorted into Gryffindor is a question.

Students from other grades stared in horror at the second-year students, wondering why they had all gotten up so early at the same time.

Upon seeing Louis, everyone greeted him in unison, and some students even asked if the credit information was true, fearing that the class representative had misled them, which caused a burst of laughter.

Students in other grades only heard a few words, and the only key points they could grasp were class representatives and credits.

So they planned to ask Professor Mountbatten what new perks he had implemented in his class that evening.

Time flew by, and it was almost seven o'clock when the second-grade students put down what they were doing and started walking out of the castle.

Louis had been waiting there for a while. Or rather, he went out to find a suitable location after he had eaten. Well... the flight course site was perfect for what they were going to do next.

That's right, it's military training, the result of Louis's thinking about it for several days.

Of course, he wasn't just messing around; he came prepared, and there were proper reasons for everything.

Everyone had few classes this morning, so there was plenty of time to have fun.

Louis led the students to the flight lesson area, stood in front of them, and began to give them a speech.

"Okay, some people might not understand what we're going to do next, right?"

"You're going to take us to play Quidditch, aren't you?" Old London Seamus spoke in a very authentic way.

"We can talk about fun later; there'll be time for everyone to have some fun." Louis thought to himself, "Let's see if you can still laugh later. But what we need to do now is train."

"Of course, you all know my background," Louise said with a laugh, starting to ramble. "Among Muggle nobles, many are happy to give their children a higher, more advanced education."

"Such an education will cultivate children's character, temperament, and abilities. Of course, I will not keep it to myself; I will bring this high-level quality education to Hogwarts."

Louis told a lie with a straight face.

But in reality, he has the final say on such matters.

He still holds a small position in the UK.

All the students held their breath.

No child could resist such a temptation.

"However, I will also give you the opportunity to withdraw. Let me state in advance that this educational method may be tiring and difficult, but what you gain will be absolutely proportional to what you put in."

Seeing the students' expressions, Louis added fuel to the fire: "Of course, you should all know about the credit system that the class representatives relayed yesterday... Is there anyone who doesn't know? It's not too late to tell, I'll definitely deal with those class representatives."

The students let out good-natured laughter.

"It seems you all know, that makes things easier." Louis said with a smile, "Since you know what credits mean to me, then... what I'm about to say is that you will also get extra credits in future training."

"How do we get extra credits?" asked Ron, whose mind was filled with thoughts of exchanging credits for Galleons to help support his family.

"That's a good question!" Louis praised, then continued, "I propose we'll count attendance once a day at the assembly, with one point for each person present; and once again at dismissal, with one point for each person who didn't leave early; every seven days counts as perfect attendance, and five points are awarded for perfect attendance!"

The crowd was silent for a moment, then erupted in cheers.

They had roughly calculated in their minds that it was two credits a day, totaling fourteen credits... plus an extra five credits a week, and if a month had thirty days, that would be eighty credits... which would be one hundred and sixty Galleons! You know, the Department of Law Enforcement once published a recruitment ad for strikers in the Daily Prophet—the starting salary was only seven hundred Galleons per month.

Moreover, this is a high-risk job that involves working on the front lines of crime, so the salary is definitely higher than normal.

Thirty-eight Galleons a week might not seem like much, but let's think about it from a different perspective by converting it into a familiar currency. Imagine if a classmate asked you to study with him when you were in junior high school, and you could earn more than two thousand dollars a week. What does that mean?

Sorry, I could learn it forever.

"However," Louis changed the subject, after saying the happy part, he also had to say something unpleasant: "If you want credits, you'll first have to stick to my training."

"Professor! Just keep training! I, Seamus Finigan, will work for you!" Seamus said through gritted teeth, perhaps blinded by the high salary of two thousand dollars a week.

The students were in high spirits and expressed their determination to persevere no matter how difficult it was. Even the wealthy Slytherin pure-blood families made their own statements.

However, Slytherin's reason for expressing his support was not because of money, but simply because of Louis's personal charm.

Alas, this youth that has nowhere to go.

At the request of his classmates, Louis embarked on their grueling training journey.

Of course... it can also be called "military training".

However, Louis only gave them a simple training session, mainly to get them running and to build up their strength. Only with a strong physique could they better fight against the dark wizard. If they were weak, they might become thirsty and weak after dodging just a couple of spells.

As for why they went to such lengths to conduct military training if they just wanted to give them some exercise, that can only be attributed to Louis's personal taste.

It's not that he particularly admires it, but... he thinks that running in unison is much more visually appealing than a pack of wild dogs running free.

See, if you don't believe me, go back to your high school and ask your principal if he thinks the same way...

Following Louis's instructions, everyone assembled from tallest to shortest, totaling about fifty or sixty people. After much deliberation, it was decided that it would be better to form a square formation.

Two rows for boys, two rows for girls—of course, a rectangle is still a rectangle.

Looking at the formation of these military training novices, Louis suddenly felt a bit embarrassed.

The lines were so uneven that one line was completely skewed, with Neville even standing out from the middle.

If a drill instructor from a previous life saw this formation, he would probably faint from anger.

However, it's understandable that it's the first time queuing. Louis stood at the front of the line, upright and unyielding like a pine tree. He unconsciously said loudly, "Now, let's start teaching you a movement, which is to stand at attention."

"What is attention? Watch carefully, I'll demonstrate for you. First, your heels should be together and aligned, with your toes pointing outwards at about 60 degrees." He said, repeating the movements to make sure the students could see clearly.

"Secondly, keep your legs straight, tuck in your lower abdomen slightly, and naturally lift your chest; keep your upper body upright, lean slightly forward, keep your shoulders level and slightly back, let your arms hang naturally, keep your fingers together and slightly bent, with the tip of your thumb touching the second joint of your index finger and your middle finger touching the seam of your pants."

"Keep your head upright, neck straight, mouth closed, chin slightly tucked in, and eyes looking straight ahead..."

"Attention! Stand at attention!"

Louis shouted slogans and demonstrated the standard attention posture for everyone.

Of course... this kind of formation training method is not unique to Seris. Other countries also use each slogan. For example, "Attention" in English is probably also a slogan with a drawn-out tone, just like Seris.

That's why Louis was able to achieve such a seamless transition.

"Alright, I've finished demonstrating. Now it's your turn." Louis's expression turned serious, and he shouted, "Everyone, listen to my command! Attention!"

As the students recalled Louis's actions, they straightened their posture.

Louis looked at the students in front of him, waved his hand to summon his walking stick-like staff, walked to the side of the formation, and began to address each of them one by one.

"Potter... Hmm, I didn't realize you were so well-proportioned. Pull your chest back a bit, like a hen..." Louis's mouth was venomous. He wasn't fighting alone now; with the added edge of the military training instructor's sharp tongue and Catherine's constant influence, he was practically unleashing two hundred percent of his usual fighting power.

"Oh, Mr. Weasley, look at you, are your feet turned outwards with your toes?" Louis tapped his instep with his staff. "That's called heels pointing outwards, tsk... why don't you change it no matter what I say? What are you grinning at me for? Your mouth is stretched like a lotus flower, did you eat bee poop?"

Ron's smile vanished instantly; at that moment, he seemed to see Snape spitting venom.

He mentally superimposed Louis's face with Snape's figure, then instantly shuddered and shook his head.

No, no, this is too much... Ron thought to himself as he adjusted his position according to Louis's request.

Seeing Louis turn and walk towards the next person, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

This damn feeling of oppression...

(End of this chapter)