I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 117 The New Classroom for Defense Against the Dark Arts

Seamus stood there chuckling incessantly. Louis walked over and poked him with his wand: "What are you laughing at? Why are you so happy? Want to share with everyone?"

Simo wanted to continue laughing, but looking at Louis's expression, he felt it was inappropriate. So he bit his lip, trying to suppress his laughter, but it kept leaking out.

It's really tough on him to keep it all inside...

"Alright, that's enough, Mr. Finnigan." Louis nudged him again, and after being nudged a few times, Seamus couldn't hold back any longer. He clutched his stomach and started laughing hysterically, unable to stop.

"Since you like to laugh so much, then keep laughing." Louis waved his wand and used a levitation charm to bring him out and place him at the front of the line.

Simo was still laughing, but he couldn't laugh for long. Come to think of it, being singled out and forced to laugh in front of a group of people is something most people wouldn't be able to do without professional training.

"Why aren't you laughing?" Louis asked.

"I can't laugh anymore..." Ximo answered honestly.

"You're going to say, 'Report, Instructor!' You can't laugh anymore!" Louis yelled, using a style very much like how the US trains its troops.

"Reporting, Instructor! I can't laugh anymore!" Simo repeated.

"I can't hear you! The sound is too low!"

"Report, Instructor! I can't laugh anymore!" Ximo shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Good! You're in good spirits!" Louis patted him on the shoulder. "Get back to the team! If there's a next time, I'll make you laugh all day."

"Sir! Nightshade!" Simo straightened up and roared, obediently returning to the ranks.

Louis nodded in satisfaction and walked over to check everyone's posture while they were standing at attention.

"I only talked about Ron, not you, Miss Granger, didn't I?" Louis poked Hermione's little shoes with his wand again. "Look at your pigeon-toed stance, I thought you were a high school girl living a pretty good life."

Hermione quickly pulled her pigeon-toed feet back and straightened her posture.

"Chest out, head up, stomach in." Louise tapped Hermione's three body parts with her wand. "Yes, yes, that's more like it! That's how a brave and fearless Gryffindor should look!"

"Oh, and you too, Mr. Malfoy." Louis saw Draco in front of Hermione and patted his chest with his wand: "The same chicken breast as Mr. Potter, huh? Get your smell off."

Draco quickly pulled his small chest back, thinking he had been praised for his perfect posture, but he ended up looking just like Poot.

too difficult.

After five days of continuous practice, the students finally grasped some basic knowledge of marching, such as standing at attention, facing right, turning left and right, marching in step, and running.

Of course, what Louis needs to do is teach them to run and walk in a line.

That's right, it's the morning exercise routine at Hengshui High School.

"Professor, why is the last thing we're supposed to learn to do running and walking?" It was Seamus Finnigan who asked the question again.

He's almost become a problem child.

After learning that this was the ultimate goal of the training, everyone lost interest. Based on the big eye they had opened on the zombies last school year, everyone thought that Louis would be able to pull off some amazing tricks this time, or at the very least learn some powerful magic. But in the end, that was it?

"Of course, it's to strengthen your physique," Louis replied.

"Why, Professor? We're wizards. Are we supposed to fight hand-to-hand?" This time it was Hannah who asked.

"Oh, Miss Abbott, you're mistaken," Louis chuckled. "Your daily runs train your endurance... Just imagine, when you're exchanging beams with the dark wizard, you'd dodge a few spells and then be defeated due to exhaustion—wouldn't that be a real shame?"

"The dark wizard won't give you any chances. It's very likely... that will be your last battle."

"Also, stamina is very important when being chased by magical creatures. Don't underestimate your physique; how can a wizard be a qualified wizard without a good physique?"

Gandalf: Yeah, what kind of mage can't even wield a two-handed sword?

Everyone seemed to be deep in thought, and a significant number of the young wizards were persuaded by Louis.

"Furthermore, since everyone has already grasped the basics of the training subjects, this training session is now over, and you no longer need to get up early every morning." As soon as Louis finished speaking, everyone cheered.

"However, after class at nine o'clock every day, everyone must gather here and run two laps around Hogwarts, understand?" Louis's words silenced their cheers completely, and the only response he received was a few perfunctory "yeahs".

Seeing that everyone wasn't very interested, he continued, "Alright, I assure you, this afternoon's lesson will be quite exciting... As for the specifics, I'll keep that a secret for now, but I need a few volunteers to help me with this exciting lesson. Anyone willing?"

Everyone looked at each other, and in the end only the trio and Draco raised their hands. Draco even gave a respectful salute.

After all, everyone has been treated so badly these past few days, it's understandable that they don't dare to raise their hands.

"Alright, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger, and... Mr. Malfoy, this afternoon, the four of you will be the coolest kids in the whole class!" Louis clapped his hands: "Dismissed."

The students scattered like birds and beasts.

Louis looked at them and shrugged helplessly.

During his lunch break, just to be on the safe side, Louis entered the walls of Lothric in the alternate dimension by himself, and even let a zombie slash him with his eyes closed.

There is indeed no pain, but there is a health bar-like mechanism. Generally speaking, after being hit by a zombie four or five times, you will be teleported out.

Fortunately, it's relatively safe.

Only after he had tried the knife himself did Louis dare to let his classmates go in and try it.

Otherwise, if something really happens, he can't afford to take the responsibility.

Since Lockhart had taken over the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Louis decided to take the students to the Room of Requirement instead.

"Professor, why did you bring us to the eighth floor? Are you taking us on a day trip to the principal's office?" Justin Finley asked, completely calm and unfazed.

After all, Louise couldn't possibly cram all the students into the principal's office, and none of them had made any mistakes.

Amidst the puzzled looks of his classmates, Louise slowly murmured, "I want a classroom," and paced back and forth three times in front of the painting of the troll beating Barnabas.

A magical thing happened: a smooth, large iron door slowly appeared on the wall.

Louis waved his wand to open the door and said with a smile, "Ladies and gentlemen, do not be alarmed or surprised, welcome to our new classroom for Defense Against the Dark Arts!"

A modern classroom appeared before everyone's eyes—after all, Louis controlled this room, and with the system's assistance, it wasn't too outrageous for him to come up with some novel gadgets.

This can also be understood as the supplier being the system.

Of course, the overall style was not much different, and the students sat quite casually. Louis looked around and estimated that the large classroom could easily accommodate the entire school's students.

After all, the number of students in this school is less than the number of students in his entire high school year.

Tom and Jerry were still his teaching assistants. The two clowns huffed and puffed as they carried the Mirror of Erised up and placed it next to the largest mirror on the podium.

Louis flicked his wand, connecting the Mirror of Erised to the enormous mirror.

A strange thing happened: the mirror slowly displayed the image of the high walls of Lothric, just like an 8K high-definition television.

"Cool!" the students shouted in unison.

"To be honest, I'm not really sad that you all implicitly admit you don't want to be volunteers." Louis rested his elbows on the podium, looking completely at ease, and said casually, "You'll all be envious soon enough. So... are you ready, our volunteer: Harry Potter!"

Harry stood up, and his classmates applauded enthusiastically, as if bidding farewell to a hero. Of course, such enthusiastic applause was not for Slytherins, after all, the Savior and Slytherins were not compatible.

"Ron Weasley!"

Ron was clearly not treated as well as Mr. Saviour, but his Gryffindor and Hufflepuff classmates still gave him a warm round of applause.

"Hermione Granger!"

Miss Beaver, who was never popular, only received a few scattered applause. Her face was flushed, and even the small freckles on her cheeks were almost covered by the redness.

"And... tsk, Draco Malfoy!"

Slytherin House still gave Malfoy a lot of face, with cheers that shook the heavens. After all, he was the Viper of the Serpent Spirits, and the respect due to him was due.

By the way, the Serpent Spirits are doing very well in Slytherin, and have already covered almost half of the students.

"Alright, please step forward, yes, yes, come to the podium." Louis called out to the four of them.

The four little ones walked up nervously, wondering what Professor Louis was going to do for them.

"Alright, don't be nervous," Louis said. "In a little while... well, you'll be going on an adventure in another world. Of course, it's a very dangerous world, full of perils, and you could lose your lives at any moment."

The four men's faces immediately fell. Ron stammered, "Professor, Professor, can we...can we not go?"

"I'm sorry, I can't..." Louis shrugged.

Ron turned around, his face filled with terror and his voice trembling with tears, calling out, "Harry..."

"Look at your cowardly state... Don't worry, any harm you suffer inside won't hurt you, let alone kill you..." Louis said gently. "Just treat it as a dream. When you get hurt, the dream will automatically end. Do you understand what I mean?"

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and grinned sheepishly, saying, "Oh, I get it, Professor. It's just dreaming, right? I'm a master at that... I've beaten Dudley up countless times in my dreams."

Louis: ...

Who knew you had the potential to be like Ah Q?

"If that's how you see it, there's nothing wrong with it." Louis shrugged, then turned to the other students and said, "Of course, all the fun isn't just for them; you guys get a share too."

Everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

"Relax, students," Louis said, pointing to the huge mirror behind him. "See this mirror?"

The students nodded in agreement; they weren't blind...of course they could see.

Louis continued to explain to the students: "When these four warriors enter another world... well, the dream world to adventure, their adventures will appear in real time on this mirror, and you, my dear students, will see the detailed process of their adventures."

"Professor, is this just like watching a movie?" Muggle-born Justin Finley immediately understood what was going on. He was no longer nervous; in fact, he was quite excited.

This kind of fun doesn't come around all the time! People are more willing to watch others suffer than to suffer themselves.

"Yes, that's right, Mr. Fenrir." Louis thought for a while about how to explain it to the pure wizards before finally saying, "It's like a stage play; you'll understand what it's all about once you see it."

He waved, and Tom and Jerry came over pushing the cart.

"Since this class is relatively relaxed for the other students, I've personally paid for snacks to ensure everyone has a good experience while watching the movie." Louis had Tom and Jerry place four small carts, which had been enhanced with the Unseen Stretch Charm, next to the four houses. "Please feel free to choose your favorite snacks."

The students were extremely excited; this was a novel experience they had never had before.

Suddenly, the wall at the back of the classroom rippled, and a faint sound of swallowing could be heard.

Louis saw it immediately, but he didn't say anything.

Hmph... Professor Dumbledore, who wanted to peek... You can slowly enjoy this feeling of being greedy but unable to eat.

However, he underestimated Professor Dumbledore's shamelessness. After a struggle, he removed the Disillusionment Charm and revealed his true form.

"Headmaster... Headmaster..." The students became a little flustered when they saw Dumbledore.

Who knows if Louis will be punished by the principal for teaching like this?

But they clearly overestimated Dumbledore. If he could tolerate even slackers like Quirrell and good-for-nothings like Lockhart, what else could he not tolerate?

Dumbledore gestured twice with his hand and smiled kindly, "Don't be nervous, everyone. I just came to check on Louis's teaching."

"And then you showed your legs because you were craving food, right?" Louis teased from the side.

"You have to be considerate of an old man's stomach; he can't help himself to the food he loves," Dumbledore said, pulling a licorice wand from the trolley, looking around, and then plopping down next to Seamus.

Fortunately, Simo was easygoing and didn't care who was next to him. He even stretched out his arm and pulled out a big bunch of snacks, ready to enjoy them slowly.

This kind of fun isn't something you can see every day, Simo thought to himself as he picked up a crucible cake.

(End of this chapter)