I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 122 Little Deer Wants to Bully Catherine

As Xun Ge'er aptly put it, the Seres people always compromise.

But what he said was actually somewhat biased. In reality, not only the Seres, but everyone in the world likes compromise.

Perhaps the essence of humanity is compromise, like a broken record and a pigeon.

Of course, the great "it smells so good" principle also applies.

Just like at the negotiating table, if you state your bottom line first, it will be unacceptable. However, if you start by making an outrageous demand that the other party cannot accept, and then gradually lower your demands, the other party will experience a significant sense of disappointment, and you may end up getting more than you expected.

The same principle applies when you're buying things. For example, if you want to get something for 120 yuan, you can start by bargaining down to 50 yuan and then slowly negotiate the price down.

For example, in today's case, if Louis had immediately stated his demands, Catherine would have absolutely refused. However, by first making a demand that Catherine would never accept, and then using Vitalis, a competitor, to subtly pressure her, Catherine, undermining her composure, would inevitably fall into Louis's trap.

This is the routine, Louis's multi-layered routine.

This is like an old-fashioned layered cake; good children should never try to emulate it.

Furthermore, Louis doesn't think this is PUA. For example, if you have a small penis and Louis says your penis is too small, that's a statement; if Louis says your penis is too small and you should have surgery to make it bigger, that's a suggestion; if Louis says your penis is too small and others don't like it, but he does, that's PUA.

But if Louis says he likes small bears, that's definitely a scam.

Therefore, Louis advises everyone not to learn a word and think it's useless, otherwise it will make you seem like you can't chew your words properly.

Catherine was clearly getting anxious, and she blurted out, "No! You're not allowed to go to Vitalie!"

"But you won't help me, and you won't let me go to Vitali, which puts me in a difficult position..." Louis, the little scumbag, shrugged, looking helpless.

"You...!" Catherine was so anxious she couldn't speak for a long time. She was torn between her inner conflict and, after a long pause, bit her lip and said, "Just this once! Don't push your luck!"

"Okay, okay, okay!" Louis readily agreed, but inwardly he thought, "From now on, you won't have a say in what I do with you..."

……

Catherine's training proceeded as scheduled, and as for Louis's little request, that would have to wait until after he went home for Christmas.

After all, Louise also considered that such a thing would have a bad influence at school.

Well, let's talk about this when we get home...

If Professor McGonagall catches them, it won't be something that can be easily dismissed with a simple "extremely bad influence."

After seeing Catherine off, Louis pulled out his diary and continued to train... no, to tease Tom Riddle.

That is, Voldemort.

As for why he used his full name, it was because he didn't want to confuse Tom with Tom.

Yes, it's cats and people.

"The weather is nice today, quite sunny and breezy," Louis wrote in his diary.

"Could you please stop writing everything in your diary?" the diary replied.

Louis drew a pig's head in his diary and wrote, "Because I think you look like a pig's head. By the way, you don't believe in that, do you?"

"I only trust myself," the diary replied.

"That's where you're wrong." Louis drew a few circles, then drew a Union Jack: "When the people have faith, the nation has strength, and our nation has hope."

Louis's pep talk had no effect; the diary clearly scoffed at it, even the handwriting became messy: "But what does it matter to me that this is a diary?"

"Oh, right, I forgot you're just a diary." Louis clicked his tongue. "I heard that Squib Filch at school seems to be running out of toilet paper lately. Why don't you just make do?"

The diary remained silent for a moment, then the handwriting, meticulously imitating Louis's Hengshui style, appeared: "Sorry."

He added, "Sir, please tell me about the people's faith."

Louis took his mentor's book and began to instill inspirational ideas in young Tom.

He had clearly taken some of the advice to heart, otherwise he wouldn't have engaged in such a heated discussion about class with Louis while Louis was copying the article.

"Have you heard of Voldemort?" Louis suddenly asked.

"I've heard of it, but I'm not familiar with it," the diary replied.

"If you were Voldemort, what would you do?" Lewis wrote in his diary.

"What if I were Voldemort?" the diary muttered to itself. "Can I just drop the 'what if'? I am Voldemort, Voldemort is me..."

But he dared not say that. The young man in front of him, whose name he did not know, was obviously impervious to reason. His usual persuasive words had no effect on him. He was afraid that he might say something wrong and displease the boy, and then send him to Filch as toilet paper.

"To be honest, I don't know either." The diary suddenly fell into confusion, because after thinking about it carefully, he realized that he didn't actually know what his ultimate goal was.

"Personally, I believe that the most precious thing a person has is life, and everyone only has one life. A person's life should be spent in such a way that when he looks back on his past, he will not regret wasting his years, nor be ashamed of having accomplished nothing. Only then, when he is about to die, can he say: 'My life and all my experiences have been dedicated to the most magnificent cause in the world—the struggle for equality among wizards!'" Louis wrote quickly, his pen moving at lightning speed.

"If I were Voldemort, I would fight for the overthrow of the outdated ideas of pure-blood magic and the corrupt rule of the Ministry of Magic for the rest of my life." Lewis's inspirational quotes came easily to him: "Think about it, Dumbledore once told me that Voldemort was a half-blood wizard... So, his natural stance should have been against the idea of ​​pure-blood magic, but why did he start pursuing the so-called idea of ​​pure-blood magic when he stirred up the Dark Wave? I can only say that he betrayed his own origins."

"He's a 'pure-blooded spirit,' forgive me for saying that, tsk..."

Yes, just like those spiritual landlords and spiritual capitalists in his previous life.

The diary wanted to refute, but he found himself speechless.

Unlike Voldemort, who would become a villain later in life, Tom Riddle was just a sixteen-year-old boy at the time. He didn't have any deep scheming or meticulous thinking. It should be said that sixteen is the age when one's values ​​are most easily reshaped.

If you don't believe me, look back at your own past and see if this is true. For many people, the first major reshaping of their values ​​comes during high school.

"Of course I don't understand either. Forgive me for saying this, Tom, pursuing strength is certainly a good thing, but... have you ever thought about it? If a heart grows crooked, then... the stronger he is, the greater the harm he will cause to this society."

"Voldemort is a prime example. He didn't understand what... no, he didn't understand what love was. In the limited records I have, I have never heard of him showing any love for anything. He foolishly pursued a power he couldn't truly control..."

As he wrote this, he suddenly realized that the diary was no longer allowing him to write; when the pen tip touched the pages, it only left damp patches.

"Let me tell you... let me tell you what happened..." The handwriting in the diary was messy: "Let me take you to see for yourself how the wizard you respect destroys a person!"

The diary flipped through the pages rapidly as if blown by the wind. At the same time, the entire diary began to emit light in a very unscientific way. Louis reached out and touched the rapidly flipping diary, and was immediately sucked in.

……

It was a world of muted colors. Louis stood inside a house, staring blankly at its staircase.

As he was wondering where he was, he heard a conversation behind him.

"I must admit, I was somewhat puzzled by your letter, Mr. Dumbledore," said a woman. "For so many years, no relatives have ever come to visit Tom."

Louis quickly went over and looked down the stairs, where he saw Dumbledore, a middle-aged man with a flowing, center-parted hairstyle, chatting with a woman who looked to be in her forties.

"Dumbledore?" he called out, but Dumbledore clearly couldn't hear him and was still chatting with the lady... that is, Mrs. Cole, the headmistress of the orphanage.

Louis immediately recalled the scene in the movie where Harry travels back fifty years, which must be a memory preserved in the diary.

"Some accidents have happened to other children, terrible accidents." Mrs. Cole seemed to recall some bad memory. She shuddered and walked to a door, knocking, "Tom, someone has come to see you."

Dumbledore pushed open the door, walked straight in, and greeted him familiarly, "How have you been lately, Tom?"

Louis hurriedly followed him inside, and as expected, the moment he entered, Mrs. Cole slowly closed the door.

Little Tom was clearly a troubled boy. He stood by the window, staring intently out the window, until Mrs. Cole left. He then turned around, hesitated for a moment, and finally reached out to shake hands.

Dumbledore pulled a hard wooden chair next to Tom, and Lewis felt, whether it was his imagination or not, that Dumbledore's next line was to ask Tom to stick out his tongue and examine its coating...

"Let me introduce myself, I am Professor Dumbledore," Dumbledore introduced himself in a very friendly manner.

"Professor?" Tom repeated, his expression wary. "Is it like a 'doctor'? What are you doing here? Did that woman send you to examine me?"

He pointed to the door he had just left, looking wary.

"No, no." Dumbledore maintained his usual riddle-like demeanor, smiling gently.

He's obviously not a good person; he's a complete weird old man.

"I don't trust you," Tom said warily. "She wants you to treat me, doesn't she! Tell the truth!"

The last three words were spoken particularly loudly, with an intimidating force. Louis could tell from the tone that it sounded like a command, suggesting that he had given such commands many times before.

His first impression of this kid was that he was a bit like the class bully from his past life, the kind of aloof class bully.

Tom suddenly opened his eyes wide and stared intently at Dumbledore, a strained expression on his face. Dumbledore didn't answer, but continued to smile kindly. After a few seconds, Tom's gaze relaxed, but he seemed even more alert.

"Who exactly are you?"

"As I've already told you, I am Professor Dumbledore, and I work at a school called Hogwarts. I'm here to invite you to my school—which will also be your new school—if you'd like."

Hearing this, Louis saw Tom practically spring up from the bed, his expression instantly turning furious. He waved his arms and yelled, "You can't fool me! You're from the asylum, aren't you, Professor? Humph, that's right—let me tell you, I'm not going, understand? That damn old woman is the one who should be in the asylum. I didn't do anything to Amy Benson or Dennis Bishop. You can ask them yourself! They'll tell you!"

At this point, he added, "You can forget about sending me to that insane asylum called Hogwarts!"

"I'm not from an asylum," Dumbledore said patiently. "You can do some things, can't you, Tom? I know you can do things that other kids can't."

Tom's eyes widened. He had never shared these secrets with anyone before. After a moment's hesitation, he said, "I can make things move without touching them... I can make animals obey me without teaching them, and if anyone treats me badly, I can make them suffer immediately... I can hurt them if I want to."

As he said this, Louis noticed his expressionless face.

"Who are you?" Tom asked.

"I'm just like you, Tom," Dumbledore said, looking at him meaningfully. "Unique."

"Prove it to me."

Before Dumbledore could do anything, the old wardrobe that had been sitting in the corner suddenly burst into flames.

Tom's eyes widened instantly, and he shouted angrily, "How could you do this—that's all I have—oh no!"

Louis understood his current behavior perfectly; if it were him, he might have wanted to chop Dumbledore up.

The wardrobe, engulfed in flames, trembled and shook. Dumbledore said casually, "It seems something in your wardrobe is trying to crawl out, Tom."

Sure enough, the wardrobe started clicking as Dumbledore spoke, and Tom showed a look of panic for the first time.

"Open the door," Dumbledore said. Tom hesitated for a moment, then went over and flung open the wardrobe door.

Several worn-out clothes hung on the clothesline, and on the top shelf was a small box that was shaking incessantly, as if it contained a few crazy mice.

"Bring him out," Dumbledore said coldly.

"Professor, but..." Tom asked in alarm, "but this wardrobe is on fire..."

"I said, bring it out." Dumbledore's tone left no room for argument.

(End of this chapter)