I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 127 Bad Woman

Vitalie seemed to understand something. She straightened up and gently tapped Louise's back with her fists. "I think I get it now. It's about giving her some motivation, right..."

"So, in some ways you're still a bit young, Vitali." Louis sighed contentedly and continued, "Machiavelli said long ago that gratitude is nothing more than a fervent anticipation of the benefits to come."

“Some favors, once bestowed upon others, only bring temporary gratitude. No one knows when it will end; it might be a day, a month, or even an hour. No one can say for sure,” Louis said with a relaxed smile. “But if you present this favor to her, she will work tirelessly towards it.”

"We use a donkey as an analogy. If we let the donkey eat the carrot, it might refuse to continue pulling the millstone once it's satisfied."

"But if you hang this carrot in front of it, it will keep trying to eat it. The donkey does this, and so do people," Louis concluded. "Of course, good children shouldn't imitate this..."

"Hmph, you wouldn't use such a trick against me, would you?" Vitali pinched him lightly.

"Hard to say," Louis said with a chuckle, stroking her soft, smooth thigh. "That depends on your performance."

Vitalie leaned down again, her perfect body pressed against Louis's back. Amid his slightly rapid breathing, her full lips brushed against his ear, and she whispered sweetly, "I belong to my master, from heart to soul."

Chao, I'm not Shadow Fiend, what are you talking about?

His rapid breathing wasn't because Louis was responding, but because Vitalis was pressing down on him...

Think about it, young Louis was not a strong man; his body was rather thin, and when Vitali was on top of him, he could barely breathe.

"Even if you say that, I won't reward you." Louis patted her thigh. "Get up, you're crushing me."

"Ugh, I'm not that heavy..." Vitalie's voice was a little plaintive. "If Master thinks I'm fat, I can lose weight..."

"No, no! This is fine! This is the best." Louis quickly stopped her. Just kidding, this kind of figure, which is both functional and beautiful, is really too pleasing to the eye. How could Louis bear to let her lose weight and ruin this beautiful scenery?

Unlike some figures that look skinny but are actually useless...

Of course, this is not meant to be a reference to Catherine. Catherine was not the kind of person who was pale, thin, and young, something Louis knew all too well.

Vitalie reluctantly got up, looked at Louis who was still lying down, and asked curiously, "Why aren't you getting up?"

Louis mentally went through seven periods. It wasn't that he didn't want to get up; he was afraid that turning over would expose his bravado.

Vitalie looked at Louis's embarrassed expression and suddenly seemed to understand something.

Unlike Catherine, Vitalie had learned these things from her mother—the French, after all, are good at this.

She smiled gracefully and gently, extending an invitation to Louis: "If Master is feeling unwell, Vitalie can help."

"No," Louis waved his hand in refusal. His body didn't lie, and it was true that he didn't have that thought.

He was a person who valued rituals. Even if Catherine didn't mind having Vitalis and Christa around, he still had to respect Catherine's opinion. At the very least, he had to save the first time for Catherine, right?

Of course, it's also possible that he's just fooling himself.

"Then let's go to sleep." Vitalie gave Louis a captivating smile, then rolled over and wrapped herself tightly in the blanket. "I'm going to sleep now, goodnight, Master."

Louis suddenly felt like shouting, "Hey, you vixen, take this from me!"

But he endured it anyway.

Silent all night.

The next day, the two returned to school early.

Catherine was only slightly surprised, but didn't think much of it; she still trusted Louis completely.

In fact, Louis did not betray her trust.

During the meal, Louis's place once again became a battleground.

He was seated with Catherine on his left and Vitali on his right, the two of them sandwiching him between them, their plates stuffed with food.

When Catherine saw Vitalie give Louis a piece of food, she didn't want to be outdone and forked a piece for him too. Louis could only stuff it into his mouth with tears in his eyes, unable to even give any to Tom or Jerry.

Tom looked at his poor master, wiped away his tears with heartache, and with tears in his eyes, picked up the milk bowl and gulped it down in one go.

It needs to be hydrated; otherwise, how can it cry for its owner?

Tom's ideas are still quite simple.

Actually, Vitali wasn't trying to compare herself to Catherine; she simply felt that Louis was a bit too thin, and that he had been pressed down on by her yesterday and couldn't breathe properly, which she felt lacked masculinity.

But she forgot that Louis was only twelve years old this year, or thirteen if you count by the traditional Chinese age reckoning. How could he have developed manly qualities so quickly?

The tense atmosphere surrounding Louise terrified the other students. Hermione, who wanted to come over and talk to Louise about house-elves, shivered and didn't dare to approach her at all.

Since it was the weekend and there were no classes, Louis went back to his dorm after dinner—this was his privilege, allowing him to skip self-study.

Of course, it's not just his privilege; it's the privilege of every top student in every grade. But everyone is very competitive, and who wants to lose the title of number one? It's not just about honor; there are also real monetary rewards.

How many young wizards would complain about having too much money? Probably none.

As the top student in the fourth year, and Vitalie as his secretary, they naturally had the right not to attend self-study sessions.

Louis sat on the sofa, teasing Jerry with his fingers. When Jerry wasn't looking, Louis suddenly pulled his hand away, sending Jerry tumbling head over heels. The grape Louis had been holding earlier also hit Jerry on the head.

Jerry stood up, dusted off imaginary dust, put his hands on his hips, and stared at Louis with one eye open and one eye closed, his face full of displeasure.

Tom, standing to the side, pointed at Jerry with one finger and slapped his thigh with the other, bursting into laughter. Jerry then picked up a grape and flung it into Tom's mouth with such force that the grape bounced off the back of Tom's head and back into his mouth, sending him tumbling backward.

This time it was Jerry's turn to slap his thigh and laugh hysterically.

"Alright, Louis, stop bullying them." Catherine came in with the day's Daily Prophet and handed it to Louis: "Skeet has started writing articles criticizing the Ministry of Magic and speaking out for the Squiggs."

"Oh, that's a good thing." Louis stopped teasing the two clowns and took the Daily Prophet from Catherine.

Tom looked left and right, and taking advantage of Louis's inattention, stretched out his long cat-like body and crept silently over. When no one was paying attention, he got up, grabbed Jerry, and ran away. His speed was so fast that even Bolt couldn't keep up.

As a journalist skilled at creating big news, Rita Skeeter acted swiftly, interviewing several typical Squibs almost overnight. Each one was named and their criticisms of the Ministry of Magic were scathing, with absolutely no intention of "avoiding anonymity."

This saved a lot of trouble, but Rita in the photo seems a little unhappy, probably because she had no creative space.

Especially Joseph Mills, almost every sentence was filled with sorrow, every word was written in blood and tears.

"I am Joseph Mills, a Squib. Since I was born, I have carried the hopes of my family. My parents are wizards, and they have always hoped that I could go to Hogwarts to study. I have always dreamed of how wonderful it would be if I could go to Hogwarts to study."

But when I was eleven, everything changed drastically. My family didn't receive an acceptance letter from Hogwarts. They thought something had gone wrong with Hogwarts and even asked about it. But unfortunately, Hogwarts wasn't at fault. The fault was with me. I... was a Squib.

From that moment on, I felt like the sky had fallen. Fortunately, my parents didn't abandon me. Even the scorn of relatives and the ridicule of friends didn't change their love for me. But... those damned Death Eaters, that damned Voldemort, took away my last remaining family member. To protect me, my parents hid me in the basement, but they were both killed by Fenrir Greyback, a werewolf sent by Voldemort. The reason was ridiculous: they had given birth to a Squib, and they were a disgrace to the wizarding world...

Having lost my last remaining family member, I was left to wander endlessly. In the most difficult days, I endured every hardship imaginable. I was homeless, a homeless child. I lived under bridges, slept in garbage dumps, and even fought with stray dogs over a piece of spoiled bread. No one truly treated me like a human being; everyone despised me. Muggles looked down on me as a filthy vagrant, while wizards scorned me as a Squib, a disgrace to wizards…

But just when I thought my life was about to end in a daze, a ray of light shone into my dark world. It was His Highness Louis Mountbatten. Good heavens, when Mr. Malfoy—forgive me for calling him that, he wasn't a knight at the time—found me, I even thought that Mr. Malfoy, who had once been a Death Eater, had begun to "eliminate evil" for the wizarding world.

Just when I thought I was going to die, I was informed by Mr. Malfoy that His Highness Mountbatten was recruiting... Good heavens, that's when I realized that Mr. Malfoy had been slandered, that he was not a Death Eater at all, but a man of high character—yes, how could His Highness Mountbatten have a dark heart?

At the time, my thoughts were simple, and my demands were low. I thought, "Haha, finally someone is willing to take me in, even if they don't pay me any wages, just give me one full meal a day and a decent place to live." But I realized I was wrong... Not only did I get three hearty and delicious meals a day, but I also had a spacious dormitory. Apart from my time at home, I had never experienced such a comfortable bed or such a clean room...

You may not know what I felt like during those days of training in His Highness's workshop. To be honest, after living a life worse than a dog's for over twenty years, this was the first time I truly felt like a human being... It was His Highness Mountbatten who gave us a chance to be human. What I couldn't imagine was that His Highness, so noble and exalted, actually held my hand without any disgust and treated me like a human being. From that moment on, I, Joseph Milda, swore that I would never betray His Highness in this lifetime!

But even this opportunity to live a decent life is being taken away. I really don't understand why the Ministry of Magic would take away our last hope, just because of some damn secrecy law? I don't know whose interests His Highness has offended, and I don't believe the factory would violate the International Secrecy Law, but this incident tells me that there must be a conspiracy, a conspiracy against His Highness.

His Highness is a kind and honest man, but we, the Squibs who have received His Highness's favor, will never stand idly by and watch this happen! We will risk our lives to seek justice for His Highness!

"Alas," Louis said, putting down his newspaper with a sigh, "Fudge is in big trouble this time."

Catherine glanced at the newspaper, pursed her lips and chuckled, "You call yourself an honest person... You little rascal, you're the most dishonest of all, hmph."

"I'm not being honest with you either." Louis rolled his eyes, pulled Catherine onto the sofa, and put his head on her lap.

Catherine naturally placed her hand on Louis's head, gently stroking his hair, and asked softly, "So, what exactly are you planning to do with Fudge?"

"It's nothing more than throwing stones, undermining the foundation, and mixing in sand," Louis said casually. "Now that the stones have been thrown out, it's time to undermine the foundation."

Catherine, quick-witted as ever, understood what Louis meant after only a moment's hesitation. Vitalie also pondered for a while before realizing it, while Christa, like a silly goose with her mouth full of nuts and cheeks bulging like a hamster, didn't care at all what Louis was saying.

My scalp has been so itchy lately... Could it be that my brain is starting to grow? She muttered to herself as she ate.

"So what are you planning to poach?" Catherine asked with a smile.

"Uncle Arthur, of course," Louis chuckled. "There are a few other candidates on the shortlist; I'll go discuss them with Dumbledore in a bit."

"Of course, some people can only be used as pawns... like Rufus Scrimgeour, we can use him in this matter." Louis tapped his fingers on the table: "As far as I know, Scrimgeour has always been at odds with Fudge. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, you know. I think... perhaps this person can come in handy."

(End of this chapter)