I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 120 Where there is Europe, there is also Africa.

Passing through the small house across the street, the group of four arrived at the rooftop where the human pus resided.

The hideous, terrifying pus startled them, but Hermione quickly found a way to break it with fire.

However, the fat brother and the Four Horsemen of Lothric they encountered were clearly not as clever as the ones Louis encountered. They always had a range for detecting enemies, and would stop pursuing them once they exceeded a certain distance.

After thorough discussion, the four of them decided not to go to the church to be "trained" by the dancers, but instead chose to turn right and go down to a place that seemed a bit more open.

The four of them proceeded with extreme caution, having been thoroughly terrified by Louis's previous misdeeds. They groped their way forward, turning back and pausing frequently with each step.

The open and spacious barbican, resembling a plaza, made them instinctively feel that something was amiss.

At the other end of the barbican was a huge gate, with a twisted tree growing in the middle. The four of them walked over and saw the open view outside through the crack in the gate.

"This should be it," Hermione said. "If I'm not mistaken, our destination is behind this door."

She looked around anxiously, and seeing that nothing was wrong, she drew her wand and aimed it at the tree, ready to burn it down with a roaring flame.

"Hermione..." Ron's terrified voice rang in her ears. Hermione quickly turned her head and, following the direction Ron was pointing, saw a cloud of dark mist rising in front of the gate they had come from...

A fierce yet deep roar came from the beast. Gradually, a thick arm emerged from the black mist, and the other arm followed suit, grasping a huge, dark blue warhammer.

With heavy, thumping footsteps, Bordeaux's massive beastly form gradually came into view. The beast-shaped knight, leaning on his ice hammer, stared intently at the four of them with his scarlet eyes and let out a deep roar.

"I feel like I'm not even as big as one of his arms," ​​Ron stammered.

"You're overthinking it. Even all four of you tied together wouldn't be as thick as his arm," Louis casually remarked from the sidelines. "By the way, once you defeat this 'Bordeaux of the Irithyll of the Boreal Valley,' you can return to the real world..."

"Oh right, I need to remind you that this beast-type knight is the weakest boss-level enemy in this world..."

Harry swallowed hard as he looked at the hammer in the beast-like knight's hand, a hammer that was bigger than his head.

Is this the worst?

Dumbledore sat leisurely in his seat, calmly eating the chocolate frog in his hand, looking on with an air of amusement, not taking the little thing in front of him to heart at all.

Anyway, Louis said he wouldn't be really hurt, right?

Before the four could even complain, Bordeaux let out another beastly roar, swung his hammer, and charged forward.

"One person, one corner! Quick!" Hermione quickly commanded, "Let's try the four-corner tactic first, and if that doesn't work, we'll think of something else!"

After saying that, she turned and ran, but after only a couple of steps, she heard Ron's exclamation.

"Hermione!"

Then she felt herself being pushed away by a force, and as she turned over, she saw Ron being sent flying by the huge hammer, like a golf ball being hit high into the air, arcing through the air and flying into the distance.

"Ron! No!" Hermione forgot they were in an illusion, and at that moment she was heartbroken.

Bordeaux didn't give her time to grieve. Without even glancing at Ron, whom he had sent flying out of the fortified city, he charged toward Hermione, kicking up clouds of dust.

The students watching from the sidelines were also holding their breath.

Only when you actually face Bordeaux can you feel that oppressive feeling; the cold air emanating from his mouth is so real that it instantly freezes into a thick layer of frost on the ground.

Hermione didn't even bother to wipe her tears. She rolled away like a lazy donkey to dodge Bordeaux's attack, casually threw two Shattering Charms at Bordeaux's butt, and ran away without even looking back.

That was incredibly clean and efficient.

Harry and Draco quickly reacted and began attacking Bordeaux with spells. It should be said that, with the added bonus from the Favor Ring, their spells were at least able to harm Bordeaux.

There is some damage, but not much.

Ron had already been teleported outside the barbican. He looked at the gate blocked by condensed mist, wanting to go in but powerless to do so. He could only sit aside and listen to the sounds of bangs, thuds, and cracks coming from inside.

A moment later, a flash of light appeared, and Draco was also transported out.

"What a coincidence, you're out too," Ron said somewhat awkwardly.

Draco coughed twice, scratched the back of his head, and pretended to be nonchalant, but his tone was full of embarrassment: "Um, haha..."

Now only Harry and Hermione remained inside the walled city. Just then, Bordeaux suddenly stopped, leaned back, and began to howl loudly. Hermione, sensing something was wrong, quickly shouted to Harry, "Harry! Run! Get out of the way!"

Harry had no idea what was going on, but he instinctively started running. He hadn't gone more than a few steps when he heard a muffled thud behind him.

Bordeaux has entered the second phase.

Bordeaux, having missed his target, quickly turned his fat, beetle-like body and aimed at Hermione in the distance. Like an enraged rhinoceros, he charged forward with earth-shaking gait, like a maddened, earth-shaking bull that had started its acceleration roll.

Fortunately, Hermione reacted quickly and narrowly avoided the charge.

Bordeaux's massive body crashed into the sturdy city wall with a loud thud, causing the wall to shake violently and even making the ground tremble.

After charging back and forth three times, Bordeaux stopped and began spewing icy mist in Harry's direction. Hermione seized the opportunity, unleashing a barrage of Shattering Curses at Bordeaux as if they were free.

Bordeaux turned around, preparing to charge at Hermione, when Harry's wand flashed red and struck him on the head with a thud.

"Expelliarmus! (Expelliarmus!)"

Bordeaux staggered from the blow, and seeing that the spell was effective, Harry cast the Disarming Charm again, aiming precisely at Bordeaux's head.

Bordeaux's head lolled to the side, letting out a mournful roar of despair. His mountain-like body crashed to the ground, gradually turning into wisps of white smoke that dissipated within the barbican.

Harry, panting, chuckled as he looked at Hermione. Hermione smiled back and ran over to hug Harry tightly.

"We did it! We did it, Harry!" Hermione exclaimed, tears welling in her eyes.

The fog gate gradually dissipated, and Ron and Draco walked in from outside.

When Hermione saw Ron walk in, she ran over like a swallow flitting through the forest, but stopped when she got to his side and awkwardly reached out her hand.

Ron, too, awkwardly reached out and took Hermione's small hand.

"Thank you, Ron." Hermione smiled with relief. For a moment, she even thought that Ron had really died to save her. Now that she saw Ron, she felt relieved.

"Um, cough cough, you don't need to thank me, um." Ron winked awkwardly, "I'm doing this for the team, um, after all, you're our brain."

Draco, looking at Harry with disdain, glanced at him, only to find Harry staring back at him and pointing at Hermione. The two exchanged a nod, both secretly hatching a wicked plan.

Draco kicked Ron in the butt, and Harry shoved Hermione in the back.

Ron rushed over and hugged Hermione tightly. The two of them froze for a moment, their faces instantly turning red.

"Uh, sorry." Ron hugged Hermione for a short while, then was startled awake by the noisy shouts of the students outside. He quickly let go of Hermione's arms.

Louis added fuel to the fire from the sidelines: "Well, it seems our Warriors have also found their own love. Let's congratulate them."

"Youth is wonderful," Dumbledore added.

Both of them blushed deeply, and Hermione quickly said, "Let's see what the spoils are..."

"Who will open it?" The four people standing in front of the ball of light looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Ron, come on," Harry suggested. "Thanks to Ron, we were able to save our..."

"Your brains," Draco said disdainfully, "Stop talking, just let Weasley drive. Honestly... without Granger, you guys seem like trolls with no intelligence."

Ron blushed, but he didn't refute Draco, after all, he was right.

Without Hermione, they wouldn't have survived three hours.

"I forgot to mention," Louis said, "The loot from boss-level enemies is non-replicable, but everyone can randomly draw one item... So, it's time to see what color your hands are!"

"You go ahead, Ron." Harry patted Ron on the shoulder.

Ron took a deep breath and stepped forward to touch the ball of light.

The sudden sound startled him.

"Wow! The Golden Legend!"

When he came to his senses and looked at his hand, he found it was a staff—about the same length as the original one.

"Wand - Ashes of Calamity." He read the description labels: "Increases spell power by 50%, increases casting speed by 20%, improves resistance to fire magic, greatly enhances the Flame Burst Curse, constant temperature...?"

He then turned to the back of the instruction manual: "Constant temperature... means that when carrying the wand, it can keep the temperature around the body at around 24 degrees Celsius..."

"That's amazing!" Hermione exclaimed admiringly from the side.

"Ahem, stop showing off, let me touch it and try it out." Draco also leaned over and touched the ball of light, only to pull out two large, spherical emeralds.

There wasn't even an instruction manual.

Hermione chuckled softly twice and stepped forward to touch the ball of light.

She took out two small stones. One stone had a picture of a water droplet with two cow horns on it, and the other stone had a picture of something that looked like a centipede.

"Runic runes Ort and Sol?" Hermione remembered seeing these two little things before when she was reading books on runic writing for fun.

It is said that the small Runestones contain mysterious power, but... didn't the Runestones that contained real power disappear long ago?

She put the rune in her pocket, intending to find some time to ask Louis for his advice.

Finally, it was Harry's turn. He reached in, but what he touched was a small oak barrel.

"A bucket of lemonade... to make you happy?" Harry thought to himself as he read the label. How the hell am I supposed to be happy?

Louis's mind went blank; those dark-faced guys...

What they touched could actually be copied into Louis's warehouse!

Draco was quite happy, since having someone to smear with made him seem less dark.

They're afraid of being treated differently in everything, okay?

"Alright, how long are you going to stand there in a daze? It's time for you guys to come out," Louis reminded them. "Walk into the portal in front of you... and you'll be back in the real world."

The four, each clutching their spoils, lined up and passed through the portal, returning one by one to the House of Requirement.

"A brilliant, a brilliant adventure!" Dumbledore was the first to stand up and applaud, setting the tone: "Especially Ron, who displayed unparalleled courage in the face of death, sacrificing himself to save others... I propose that we add thirty points to Gryffindor's record for Ron Weasley's bravery, what do you say, Professor?"

Old Bee's favoritism was obvious, but Snape wasn't one to sit idly by, so Louis couldn't really refute it.

Since you've said that, what else can I do?

He feigned a happy expression and chuckled, "Of course, no problem, Professor."

After saying that, he wondered to himself whether he should talk to Sneaky that night and find a chance to get those thirty points back.

"That concludes today's Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson... But don't rush off yet, there's still a lot to discuss."

Louis tapped his fingers lightly on the podium and said, "From now on, your adventures will not take up time in Defense Against the Dark Arts class. This was just to give you a demonstration so you can understand the benefits of adventure."

"In addition, I would like to announce that after class at 9:00 AM every morning and after class at 3:00 PM every afternoon, we must gather at the flight training ground... We will run together to improve our physical fitness."

"As you have seen, without a strong body, it is impossible to cope with such a dangerous world in the mirror."

At this point, Lewis looked at Dumbledore: "Your Excellency, what do you think?"

"Oh? Oh." Dumbledore stroked his beard and chuckled. "Of course, I have no objection. If possible, I would even like to extend the group running activity to the entire school."

A series of ecstatic moments for Hengshui High School students.

He certainly didn't suggest extending the concept of the Mirror World to the school; after all, it was a perk of Louis's own classes. As the headmaster, he was already eager to begin the duel between the two—he had long harbored the idea of ​​getting rid of Lockhart, and had only brought him into the school to teach because of the Ministry of Magic's requirements.

Lewis returned Dumbledore's smile and continued, "It's important to note that there are conditions for challenging the Mirror World. You should all remember the credit guidelines I posted earlier: each person can only participate in the Mirror World challenge twice a month, and each time it costs thirty credits."

"That's the basics. Okay, get out of class dismissed."

(End of this chapter)