I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 119 The Know-It-All Miss and Her Three Useless Men

Miss Know-It-All understands Xiao Gao, and she's wise; not only is that road blocked, but there's also a fire-breathing dragon there.

But this main road didn't look very proper either. The three of them fought their way out and turned left at the end, only to hear muffled footsteps.

Huff... Huff... Huff...

His steps were steady, firm, and powerful.

As the four watched in horror, a Lothric knight emerged from a small, dark room, clad in bright silver armor and a scarlet cloak.

The knight's sense of smell was clearly more acute than that of the undead. He charged toward the four little ones with swift yet steady steps, slowly drawing the Lothric straight sword, which gleamed with a dazzling cold light, from his waist.

Seeing that things were not going well, the three little boys took off running.

Only Hermione was reliable; she cast a devastating spell on the knight, but the spell did not cause him any harm, not even a stagger.

Louis, watching from the sidelines, gloated, "Oh dear, it's a fully armed knight. Looks like these guys are in trouble, I mean, big trouble."

It must be said that Draco ran very fast. He took the lead and ran to the small house at the fork in the road, panting heavily as he leaned on the door frame and waited for the other three.

Ron and his two companions followed closely behind, tugging at Draco as they passed by: "Why aren't you running? What are you waiting for?!"

"No, no, stop running!" Draco gasped, grabbing the two boys. "Look, the knight's stopped chasing us."

The three stopped and looked back. Sure enough, the knight had stopped at the steps in the distance, pacing back and forth, staring intently at them, but no longer chasing after them.

"Match-fixing! I'm reporting that knight for match-fixing!" Simon, always eager for drama, shouted, holding a glass of pumpkin juice.

Louis then offered his commentary at the opportune moment: "It seems our knight is quite chivalrous. I bet ten Galleons he'll refrain from hunting women and children out of chivalry... Well, Hermione is probably just a little kid, not quite 'fragrant and beautiful' yet."

Hermione, panting heavily, shouted at the sky, "Louis! That's enough!"

"This player should watch his step and not chat with the commentators offstage," Louis said with a sly grin, looking incredibly irritating.

Hermione was furious and kicked the door frame, but she almost stumbled because she used too much force.

She forced herself to calm down, looked at the knight who had already turned and walked back, and tried hard to recall all the spells she had learned.

Generally speaking, people's minds are not clear when they are nervous, but Hermione is different. She has always been calmer when she is panicked. In this moment of panic, she actually came up with a good idea.

"Everyone come over here and listen to me." Hermione beckoned the three of them over. Draco looked reluctant, but he still came over.

Although he still disliked Hermione somewhat, he had to reluctantly admit her intelligence.

To paraphrase Fan Debiao, Hermione's IQ, if you were to weigh her, would be two pounds higher than Draco's.

"We'll all go together in a bit. Draco, you're faster, can you lure that knight out?" Hermione asked Draco. She originally wanted to call Malfoy, but considering that it would be sending someone up to their death, she had to try to be friendly with him instead.

Draco didn't correct her form of address, but instead frowned and asked, "Why me?"

"Because you're the fastest and strongest among us," Hermione subtly flattered Draco, only saying the nicest things. "We can only rely on you for this..."

Draco was completely fooled by the phrase "You are the strongest among us" and immediately said that there was no problem at all, and he would be the bait.

This time, Louis ignored the audio from the mirror world and spoke to the students alone with a grin: "See? You all need to pay attention to this issue in your daily lives. A friend of mine's mother once said that the more beautiful a woman is, the more likely she is to lie..."

"Professor, that Senior Sister Wore must be a real liar!" Louis didn't see who it was, but he didn't know which student shouted this.

"Look at what you're saying, how could Worley bear to deceive me?" Louis said with some confidence.

"Alright, alright, let's not change the subject. Let's continue watching the contestants' actions... Oh dear, those four went up! Those four went up!"

With Hermione as the brains, the group of four was like a dragon with a leader. Draco, who was quick on his feet, lured the knight out, and then they used a barrier spell to block the knight's path. In the end, the knight was beaten to the ground by the four of them and fell to the ground with a crash.

"We...we succeeded?" Draco asked, panting heavily.

"Looks like it worked." Ron walked over and kicked the knight, but there was no reaction at all.

Harry grinned, looking completely carefree: "Well done, Hermione, you truly are our strategist."

The students outside the venue, upon hearing this, retorted, "She's clearly your brain..."

"Alright, enough of this nonsense. If possible, I'd like to go check out the back room." Hermione raised an eyebrow, pushed Harry aside, and walked straight into the room.

However... she didn't just walk straight in. She was clearly a bit traumatized, and when she got to the door, she peeked inside cautiously, but found nothing.

She didn't enter the room where the knight had come from, but rather the two-story hut behind it.

The room was clean and empty, except for a glittering treasure chest in a corner against the wall.

"It's a treasure chest!" Ron's eyes lit up immediately. He squeezed through the three of them to see what was inside, but Hermione grabbed him.

"Ronald! Can't you think straight! Why are there no enemies around this treasure chest?!" Hermione growled at Ron.

Ron looked aggrieved and muttered in a low voice, "How should I know? I just saw the treasure chest..."

Harry quickly changed the subject: "Hermione has a point, but since you say this treasure chest is wrong, what exactly is wrong with it?"

"I don't know either. In this mirror world, we have to be careful in everything we do. Who knows what Louis might leave behind to trick us?"

Hermione frowned and looked around but found nothing. She took out her wand, assumed a guarded posture, and went into the room to examine it carefully, trying not to miss any details.

They thoroughly searched the walls, the stairs, and even the wooden barrels nearby, but found nothing unusual.

"I told you you were overthinking it," Ron said, pursing his lips. "Louis doesn't have that much time to design levels that torture us..."

Yes, Louise certainly doesn't have time, but Hidetaka Miyazaki has plenty of time...

Hermione sighed and stepped forward, looking at the unassuming treasure chest in front of her that seemed to be emitting light from its mouth. She bent down to open it.

Even now, she still felt uneasy. Her intuition told her that it couldn't be that simple, so she couldn't help but pay even closer attention to the treasure chest...

No problem?

Hmm? Wait a minute, why is there such a long iron chain trailing behind this treasure chest?

Hermione tried to run, but it was too late. She only heard a chuckle and felt a tremendous force before everything went black.

"This stinks horribly," was her first thought, before she was flung away.

The students in the Room of Requirement, seeing Hermione being sucked, couldn't help but let out a collective "Oh!" as disappointed as a football player kicking away a one-on-one chance.

The sticky, foul smell coming from her head and hair made Hermione vomit. Before she could feel nauseous, she looked up in horror and saw that the treasure chest had already stood upright. Its emaciated body, thin limbs, and the head of the treasure chest with its tongue wagging were all a strong psychological shock to her.

The other three reacted quickly as well. As soon as Hermione was swallowed, Harry and Ron rushed forward to try to save her, but as soon as they got to the mimic, they found that Hermione had been thrown out.

She hadn't even thought about her magical abilities, just like when Hermione was trapped by the troll in the original story.

Muscle magic, the best magic.

Both of them were completely focused on saving the day; it was a real shame they didn't team up with Chao Ge.

At the crucial moment, Draco proved his worth, using numerous obstacles to stop the mimic.

"Oh my, our two Gryffindor players truly live up to their house's reputation. Look at them, full of courage!" Louis commented sarcastically from the sidelines. "I wonder how many Galleons that Mimic will return with their punches. I think such gentle massage therapists are hard to find these days."

The three Gryffindors in the arena had no time to argue. Ron and Harry rushed to Hermione's side to ask how she was feeling, completely unaware that Draco was being chased like a stray dog ​​by the mimic.

Hermione shoved them, roaring like a lion, "Don't worry about me! Go help Draco fight!"

Only then did they realize that they had a formidable enemy to deal with.

The noble wizards employed a kite tactic, with the four of them positioned in the four corners of the room under Hermione's command. She had already discerned that the mimic was not very intelligent; it would pounce on whoever caused it the most pain. So, under her command, the mimic was exhausted from running around and eventually collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Now, even Draco began to admire Hermione.

"I must say, you are the smartest witch I have ever met besides my mother," Draco praised sincerely.

"Oh, thank you so much. If you don't mind, I'd prefer the three of you to be a little smarter." Hermione wasn't in the mood for praise at all. She turned her wand around, pointed at herself, and chanted "Cleanse" to barely get rid of that nauseating feeling.

After defeating the mimic, I realized that the sticky saliva that dried and clung to my hair was really... disgusting.

Not to mention the stench emanating from that saliva.

"I think if it weren't for Hermione, the other three would have been eliminated long ago," commented a spectator outside the arena.

Not to mention the other three houses, even Slytherin now has a strong sense of confidence in Hermione's intelligence.

This woman should go to Ravenclaw, why is she going to Gryffindor... Everyone was thinking this.

Meanwhile, the mimic's corpse in the mirror world gradually turned into smoke and dissipated, leaving behind a shimmering ball of light.

Louis, commentating from the sidelines, said, "Okay, it looks like the players have defeated their strong opponents and obtained random loot... Of course, I suggest that one of you guys send someone who usually has good luck to try and grab it, since the loot is random, and you can't blame me if you're unlucky..."

When the topic of the Black Hand came up, he somehow remembered the leader from his previous life who was called "Once Dejected".

This monster once dominated a raid with a 10-man Hunter/Shaman team, becoming a legendary figure and earning the nickname "Black Hand" for over a decade, demonstrating just how deep the raid members' resentment ran.

"Go ahead and touch it, Hermione." Ron patted Hermione on the shoulder. "It's your due, none of us have a problem with it."

"Only if you find something good," Draco reminded him.

Hermione rolled her eyes at him, then, in a very bold and Gryffindor manner, rolled up her sleeves and walked over, reaching out to grab the ball of light.

It was a gold ring, with a parchment label covered in small writing on it.

"The Pampered Ring," Hermione read from the label beside her: "The Pampered Ring of Fina, the goddess of 'natural beauty' whom everyone sings praises of."

"The goddess's favor is as elusive as a flying butterfly; wearing it can enhance the wearer's stamina, strength, and magical power."

"This is too lucky," Louis thought to himself. "It's not some useless thing like the Deep Axe..."

"Wow! Hermione! You're amazing!" Ron hurriedly took the gold ring that belonged to him and couldn't wait to put it on his finger.

Although the gold rings looked dazzling, they weren't gaudy. Ron and the other two had a golden lion engraved on their rings, while Draco's ring still had a snake on it...

Each college has its own unique style.

"I definitely have to touch it next," Draco said optimistically. "Trust my hands; I'm sure I can find something that will satisfy everyone even more!"

"I'm perfectly content with this favor ring. I wouldn't be disappointed even if you touched something completely useless," Harry said contentedly. Ron nodded in agreement, unusually not objecting to Draco's words.

"Wow, it seems Hermione Granger is really lucky. You know, this ring is a very rare item." Louise also commented from the sidelines, "I suggest that if you ever go on an adventure in the Mirror World, be sure to pray for Hermione before touching the glowing ring."

What lucky girl?

After resting briefly and playing with the rings on their hands for a while, the four of them got up again, ready to continue their exploration.

The four of them were filled with anticipation, wondering what other good things awaited them next.

What they didn't realize was that even more dangerous monsters awaited their challenge...

(End of this chapter)