I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 13 Eating sugar helps release dopamine

"Ah...then...then why didn't you say so sooner? 𝒔𝒕𝒐520.𝒄𝒐𝒎●" Samir immediately changed his tune: "I knew that hat—that hat wouldn't be wrong, a wizard as outstanding as you must be pure-blooded—" At this point, seeing Louis's ambiguous smile, Samir's heart tightened, and he quickly changed his words: "If it were you, even if you were Muggle-born, you would definitely be exceptional!"

"Alright, stop licking your boots." Louis chuckled lightly. "Within three days, write a five-hundred-word self-criticism. You, along with your gang of lackeys, and Marcus, will be handed over to me... Understand?"

"Okay...okay...okay..." Samir readily agreed, but after thinking for a moment, he still mustered his courage and asked, "Um...Mr. Mountbatten, what is a self-criticism?"

"I have no obligation to tell you. You just need to know that if I'm not satisfied, things might not end well." Louis tapped Samir's shoulder with his wand, leaving Samir looking troubled as he turned and left.

Samir stood there stunned for a long time before being awakened by a sharp pain in his abdomen. He quickly called his henchmen and ran towards the medical wing.

Neither he nor his henchmen could muster any desire to resist Louis—just as someone in the crowd had said that many adult wizards struggled to cast the Armored Charm, a first-year student being able to silently cast the Armored Charm was as bizarre as a first-grader effortlessly solving advanced math problems.

Imagine you're facing a classmate who can do second-grade math problems; you might feel a competitive spirit to try and improve. But when faced with that kind of genius... the best answer is to regard them as a god.

That is indeed the case.

Moreover, Louise comes from a pure-blood family whose parents graduated from Durmstrang. The Slytherins all know that pure-blood families have secret curses, and Durmstrang... has never had a good reputation. No one wants to have all sorts of unknown curses swirling around them.

Why didn't he just say he was a pureblood from the start? Come on, he's a duke, and a cheat code with a system by his side. It would be too embarrassing to just admit defeat like that. Besides, even if he said it, no one would necessarily believe him. Right now, he's stronger than the top student in the academy, so the students would naturally think, "He's already that strong, there's no need for him to lie to us."

However, none of this worried Louis. Now that he had dealt with the complicated relationships with his classmates, all he wanted to do was return to the Room of Requirement and happily practice his spells.

After wandering around for more than an hour, Louis finally climbed to the eighth floor.

But an unexpected figure blocked his way.

"Ah... Headmaster Dumbledore, good evening." Louis felt a little guilty, after all, he was out for a night stroll.

"Youth is wonderful." Dumbledore winked at him mischievously. "When I was your age, I also liked to wander around at night without sleeping."

Louis said hesitantly, "Then you... don't look as old as me."

Dumbledore choked.

He pulled a bunch of cockroaches out of his pocket and waved them at Louis: "Want to try some? This is Honey Duke's new product. It looks like cockroaches, but it's actually delicious—very sweet."

As he spoke, he tore off a cockroach's leg and threw it into his mouth. For a moment, Louis felt that he shouldn't be called Old Bee, but rather Old White-fronted Huntsman Spider.

"Your symptoms strongly suggest diabetes," Louis said with certainty. "You should stop eating sweets immediately and get a thorough medical checkup."

Upon hearing this, Dumbledore nearly choked on the cockroach candy.

"Thank you for your concern, Louis—may I call you that?"

"Of course, Principal."

"I prefer to be called Professor Dumbledore." Dumbledore produced a paper bag from somewhere, filled with candy: "I've read Muggle books too. Scientifically speaking, eating sweets helps release dopamine, which makes you happier."

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Isn't it a bit of a waste for a wizard like you to go into scientific research, my dear headmaster?

"A little argument with a classmate always puts you in a bad mood. Here, if you don't mind an old man's kind offer." He stuffed the bag of candy into Louis's arms, raised his arm, twitched his five fingers slightly, and smiled playfully: "Goodnight."

Without giving Louis any chance to refuse, Dumbledore went back to his headmaster's office.

Louis shook his head, not understanding what Dumbledore meant. He didn't bother to think about it and went straight into the Room of Requirement.

In any case, the school held no secrets for Dumbledore, the headmaster, and Louise had no intention of avoiding him.

He stood in the doorway, reached into the paper bag, and pulled out a candy. By the moonlight, he could see that it read "Sherbet lemon."

It's Lemon Snowball.

In my past life, many translators mistakenly translated it as "iced lemonade"... Yes, that's the password for the Hogwarts Headmaster's office; it should actually be "Lemon Olaf." In many languages, such as the Portuguese and Danish versions, it's translated as lemonade, so this can't entirely be attributed to Seris's translation.

When someone else is in trouble with you, the problem doesn't seem so big anymore. Of course, this isn't about whitewashing, but rather...washing away the dust?

He peeled off the candy coating, popped it into his mouth, and the lemon flavor spread throughout his mouth.

It was slightly sour, but mostly sweet, and Louis really liked the taste. He was even surprised to find that it was actually a filled gummy candy—as the candy melted in the middle, the sweet and sour filling crackled in his mouth, a wonderful feeling, a bit like having popping candy in his mouth, but without the same popping sensation. In short, it tasted great.

He put down the paper bag, intending to practice his spells for a while, and then eat a piece of the drink with glacial water when his mana returned.

Drinking water all the time makes my mouth feel a bit bland.

Regardless of what Headmaster Dumbledore was planning, he had done him a great favor, since he hadn't thought of drinking anything with his water for the past month.

After practicing for a while, I found it rather boring. Unlike the Ironclad Charm, the Disarming Charm no longer gains proficiency from training dummies after reaching level three.

"Honestly, the Slytherin seniors are so weak." Louise toyed with her wand, muttering to herself, "Harry and the others aren't quite there yet, they can't even find someone to practice spells with..."

Just as I was feeling down, a sharp shout suddenly rang in my ears.

"Expelliarmus!"

Louis almost instinctively cast an Ironclad Spell in the direction of the sound.

* "You have gained 50 points of Ironclad Charm proficiency."

Louis was startled and looked in the direction of the voice. When he saw the appearance of the person who spoke, he was quite surprised.

(End of this chapter)

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