I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 12 Duel

Louis put his hands in his pockets, gripped his wand tightly, and walked forward without showing any outward expression. [Read the complete chapter without errors]

"Hey, stop right there, I'm talking to you, you mudblood." The senior called out to Louis.

"Are you calling me?" Louis turned around gracefully and casually slapped the Eye of Recognition.

? ? ?, Level 20 Wizard.

Talents: Charms (6), Potions (8), Transfiguration (6), Dark Magic (10), Defense Against the Dark Arts (7), Flight (8), Herbalism (4).

"Besides you, who else in Slytherin is a Mudblood?"

The senior's tone was full of disdain, and his expression was still that deliberately distorted look, just like those delinquent classmates from his previous life, who tried to look fierce but ended up looking like dogs instead of tigers.

"I'm not a doctor. If you're constipated, please go to the medical wing and see Ms. Pomfrey, my dear senior."

Louis bowed slightly and smiled with a very upright posture.

"Enough! You filthy, vile maggot!" The senior knew perfectly well that the 'mud-blooded' junior in front of him was mocking him. He roared in fury, "I'm going to break your arm and shove it in your mouth! I'll make you regret ever being born!"

"To be honest, my dear senior, your common sense is really lacking." Louis said calmly and slowly, "First of all, a person's mouth can't fit an arm; secondly, is it possible that being in the same college as someone like you is a shared disgrace—oh, I know you're in a hurry, but don't rush, this is just my guess, it may not be correct."

"You mud bastard—you dare to look down on me?" The senior student's face turned red, like an angry bull.

"No, no, no, I don't mean to look down on you." Louis smiled gently, glancing around. "What I mean is, I look down on all of you."

Upon hearing this, the senior's follower's expression changed, and he was about to rush forward.

"A Mudblood in the first year dares to be so arrogant..." The senior stopped his follower, reached into his pocket, and pulled out his wand: "Draw your wand, I, Samir Lestrange, a seventh-year student! I challenge you to a duel!"

"You know you're a seventh-year student," Louis chuckled, drawing his wand. "Look, this is what they call 'pure-blood supremacy'? As your dear junior, I feel it's necessary to remind you that it's a shameful thing for a seventh-year student to challenge a first-year student to a duel, whether they win or lose."

"Enough talk, let's begin."

Sada... Samir was ready for battle. He was already confident of victory. In any case, this duel was between a seventh-year student and a first-year student, so the advantage was in his hands!

"You really should learn some etiquette. You have to bow before a duel. Even I, a first-grader, know that," Louis said with a gentle smile, his face as warm as a spring breeze.

"You mud-blooded bastard, you dare to ask me to bow to you..."

Before Samir could finish speaking, he felt an overwhelming force pressing down on his back, forcing him to bend over. He tried with all his might, but couldn't straighten up. He could only raise his head with difficulty, only to be met with Louis's deep, unfathomable eyes!

"Alright, one bow is enough."

Louis released the wizard's grip, and Samir felt a sudden lightness in his body, finally catching his breath. But blinded by rage, he didn't think about Louis's bizarre magic at all; his mind was only focused on giving this junior schoolmate a good beating.

"Expelliarmus! (Expelliarmus!)"

Before Samir could react, his hand loosened, and the wand spun and flew into Louis's hand.

* "You have gained 10 points of Disarm Charm proficiency."

"You lost, senior." Louis smiled elegantly, bowed slightly, and thanked him, "Thank you for letting me go first. You are truly a model Slytherin student."

Samir, already blinded by rage, could no longer contain himself upon hearing this. His eyes were bloodshot as he charged toward Louis like an enraged bull.

"Levicorpus (inverted bell)".

Samir, who was charging forward, was suddenly hoisted upside down, and Louis kindly let him rotate slowly like a roast duck in a hanging oven. Even while hanging, Samir was still restless, spewing profanities and cursing Louis's entire family, and even trying to summon his henchmen to attack Louis.

Finally, someone couldn't hold back any longer and unleashed a barrage of curses at Louis.

But he didn't even turn his head. He simply flicked his wand, and a pale blue light shield blocked all the evil curses.

* "You have gained 1 points of Ironclad Charm proficiency."

* "You have gained 1 points of Ironclad Charm proficiency."

Louis subtly curled his lip. Is this all the Slytherin seniors are good at? It seems they're no different from playing billiards.

"Is it the Ironclad Spell... or Silent Spell...?" The crowd erupted in excitement, everyone staring at Louis with incredulous eyes, as if looking at a freak.

Draco, beaming with pride, introduced his friend to his two henchmen, Crabbe and Goyle, saying, "See that? That's my good friend! The Ironclad Charm—even many adult wizards, and some Aurors, can't successfully cast it! But my good friend did it! And he did it silently!"

"Langlock!"

Amidst the puzzled gazes of the crowd, Louis's curse... was cast on Samir's buttocks.

"Relashio!" (Relaxation and release of energy)

The spell was cast on Samir's stomach.

Then, Louis released the restraints of the Upside-Down Bell Curse, and Samir fell to the ground with a thud. He was about to pounce on him when a sharp pain shot through his abdomen. He glared at Louis resentfully and ran towards the bathroom. But he returned a moment later, his face flushed, trembling like a leaf, and glared angrily at Louis: "What did you do to me! I... how could I..."

"Oh, sorry," Louis said innocently. "Maybe the spell thought your mouth was too dirty and mistook that for your mouth... I'm really sorry... But you know me, senior, I'm just a first-year student..." He looked embarrassed. "I... I don't know how to counter-spells."

"You...!" Samir grimaced in pain, looking extremely distressed. He glared at Louis with resentment, shook his head at his followers, and turned to leave.

Louis flicked his wand, suspending Samir upside down again with the inverted bell, and then sealed his mouth shut as well.

"Look, he's in a hurry again." Louis looked at Samir, who was whimpering, and gently warned him, "This is just a small warning, my dear senior—if you still don't know what's good for you, it won't be that simple."

He waved his wand to set Samir down and asked, "So... do you still dare to call me Mudblood now, senior?"

"You...you are an excellent wizard, Mr. Mountbatten." Samir forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, despite the discomfort in his stomach. "Excellent wizards can also be born among Muggles. I'm sorry, I was narrow-minded."

So these are the Slytherin wizards, quite pragmatic. Forget pure-blood supremacy; as long as their fists are big enough, they'll readily acknowledge Voldemort, a half-blood terrorist, as their master. Louis chuckled inwardly, but outwardly remained calm, patting Samir on the shoulder: "Your narrow-mindedness and ignorance aren't your fault. My father studied at Durmstrang."

Upon hearing this, not only the onlookers but also Samir, who had been dealt with, and his henchmen, all lost the rejection and aloofness in their eyes when they looked at Louis.

(End of this chapter)

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