I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 137 The Heir of Slytherin

"Yes, Master! Let's torture them together for our amusement, hahaha..." Accompanied by a sky full of sword shadows, Remonia's sharp and crazy voice echoed throughout the entire barbican.

"Slaughter" is the signature skill of Emperor Denathrius. Many members of Louis's team were scolded by the raid leader for dying because of this skill.

"Do you have a cerebral hemorrhage? Is it a cerebral thrombosis? Can't you see that big line under your foot?" This is what the commander often says.

I vaguely remember a druid named Magical Girl Nut who even chose to jump off a cliff because she had nowhere else to go, which made the guild leader so angry that he cursed her for a long time, "You little cutie."

Of course, it's more accurate to say that this is a skill possessed by Remonia herself, rather than a skill attributed to Emperor Denathrius.

In truth, Louis didn't have high expectations for her; reciting Denathrius's lines was just for show. After all, Remonia had only unlocked part of the seal, and he hadn't even considered the bigger picture.

But reality swung its arm wide and slapped him hard across the face.

Remonia's figure multiplied into countless forms, with almost every blood-red sword trail bearing a fleeting glimpse of her. Any servants of Malkit who came into contact with Remonia were instantly drained of their life force, turning into dried corpses.

"Your suffering will echo throughout countless worlds! Hahahaha!" Remonia's tone was extremely yandere as she laughed wildly and continued to slaughter her helpless enemies as they fell to the ground.

The once arrogant Malkitt had long since lost his initial swagger, now cowering in place, staring in disbelief at the bloody, hellish scene before him, muttering that this was impossible.

But he soon lost his ability to think. The crimson light pierced through his limbs, pinning him to the city wall. The scarlet sword shadow, like a cat toying with its prey, did not rush to kill him, but instead sliced ​​his limbs in pieces, causing Malkit to howl in agony.

"Alright, Remonia," Louise spoke up at the right moment, "Don't play with your food..."

"Oh, alright, I was planning to play a little longer..." Remonia's voice was reluctant, but she still obeyed Louis's orders and cleanly ended Malkit's life.

The achievement notification sounded at the right time.

"Ominous Demon" Malkit (10)

Mission complete!

Rewards are being distributed...

You have obtained the Rune: Dol

You have obtained the blueprint: Black King Bar.

You have obtained the item: Ultimate Orb

You have acquired the spell: Greatsword Barrage

【Runic Rune: Dol】: When socketed into an item, it will have unexpected effects.

[Blueprint: Black Royal Staff]: A scepter of law from a mysterious world, which can temporarily grant the user negative status effects and magic immunity. It is said that a person named Diao once obtained it, but often died because he could not open it.

【Ultimate Orb】: A powerful orb containing the essence of life. When equipped, it increases all attributes by ten points. It is one of the components for crafting many powerful artifacts.

Yes, you can synthesize the Eye of Skadi. Don't ask why, it's just to stick to you.

【Giant Sword Array】: One of the magics of the Caria royal family, which can form a circular array of giant magical swords. The swords will automatically fly towards and attack nearby enemies.

The magic used by the mountain troll knights is based on their oath to young Renara, making them allies.

Of course, Markitt didn't give anything; it's estimated that the poor guy's soul was converted into mental energy by Remonia.

……

When I got back to the dorm, Remonia's voice suddenly rang out.

"So many wonderful souls... especially these two." She was probably referring to Tom and Jerry.

"You can't afford to mess with these two." Louise shrugged. Compared to comedic characters, did she really have the ability?

As he spoke, he picked up Remonia's sword hilt and prepared to put it back into the system space.

"Please, don't put me back in, little brother, it's stuffy in there," Remonia pleaded in his heart.

But the tone didn't sound like he was asking for a favor at all; it sounded more like he was trying to seduce someone.

"I'm afraid you'll get out of hand and devour the whole school." Louis wasn't lying; if the evil sword went berserk for a moment, things would be terrible.

"To be honest, I don't like the souls of these children. They're tasteless, and you can't extract any energy from them." Remonia's tone was indifferent. "I much prefer what the world calls 'the most wicked and evil' people. The souls of those sinners are the real, supreme delicacy..."

"See, you said you were afraid I was a saint, but I don't think you're a bad person at all." Louis said with a smile, revealing the words that resonated most with Zaremonia.

He looked around and placed the sword upright beside the bed.

Remonia is usually suspended in mid-air, so there's no need to worry about her sharp blade piercing the ground.

It was Sunday, so Louis wasn't in a hurry to go out. After a quick wash, he climbed into his big bed and went back to sleep.

He didn't sleep well at the border last night, and he even felt sleepy while tidying up Malkit.

In a daze, Louis heard Catherine arguing with someone, the voice growing louder and louder. Louis quickly got up and just then saw Remonia's sword tip pressed against Catherine's throat.

"I will not allow you to disturb the master's rest. Don't even think about getting close to the master." Remonia's voice was very unpleasant.

"Alright, Remonia," Louis stopped her, and Remonia reluctantly spun back to the bedside and stood there.

Looking at Remonia, who was still spinning around, he continued, "She's my girlfriend, and in the future... well, try not to stop her when she comes to see me."

Remonia let out a few cold laughs but did not reply.

"Your new sword seems to have its own ideas." Catherine was no pushover either, but she only made a sarcastic remark; she had more important things to do: "Perfect timing... I have something else to tell you." She glanced at Remonia but didn't say anything.

"It's alright, you can talk here." Louis put his arm around her waist and sat her on the bed. Remonia sneered again when she saw this.

"Just now, a student was attacked..." Catherine's voice hesitated. "It was Potter who discovered it. This morning, when he was walking with the beaver and the red squirrel, he found Gryffindor's big-toothed guy who likes to take pictures in the hallway..."

"Is it Colin Crevey?" Louis asked. He knew who it was as soon as he heard that someone liked taking pictures—who else could it be but the paparazzi Colin Crevey?

Not to mention those big front teeth that reinforce cognition.

"Yes." Catherine's expression was not good. She continued, "They found that Colin had been petrified by an unknown force, lying stiffly on the floor, still holding a camera in his hand... I just heard about this. Potter came to see you just now, but he was chased away by that sword."

"He's too noisy, that green-eyed guy," Remonia quickly retorted. "If you were a proper girlfriend, you'd know your master needs rest, not bother him."

Catherine clearly didn't want to lower herself to the level of a sword, and she continued, "In that department... I'm sorry, I always forget his name, at the place where Big Teeth had his accident, on the wall behind him it says 'Discipline of the Slytherin Heir,' and now everyone's saying it was done by someone from Slytherin..."

"Wait a minute... Tom!" he called back.

Tom sat up straight like a spring.

"Go and fetch Draco," Louis ordered.

Tom gave a salute like an American soldier, strode out the door, and soon brought Draco in.

"Where's Riddle?" Louis asked.

"Here it is." Draco pulled the diary from his pocket, then discreetly slipped away.

He shouldn't look at what he shouldn't see, and he shouldn't listen to what he shouldn't listen to; these were the rules his father taught him.

He tapped the diary, and Riddle jumped out of it with a whoosh.

"Is there something you need?" Riddle was clearly still half asleep, asking with sleepy eyes.

"What do you know about the heir to Slytherin?" Louis asked.

"The Slytherin heir?" Riddle asked, somewhat bewildered, then exclaimed, "Ah, isn't that me?"

Louis and Catherine exchanged glances, then he asked, "Can you sense the presence of other Horcruxes?"

Riddle shook his head and denied it, saying, "No, I was the first Horcrux Voldemort created. There is no connection between Horcruxes. This is Voldemort's method—to prevent the Horcruxes from developing independent consciousness, so only he himself can sense and absorb them."

"That's strange," Louis muttered, stroking his chin. "Just now, a Muggle from Gryffindor was attacked by someone claiming to be the 'Slytherin Heir,' and he's currently lying petrified in the hospital wing..."

"It's the Basilisk, isn't it?" Riddle confessed quickly. "There's a Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets. It's my, um, Voldemort's pet... I can sense it, I can control its actions, which means other remnant souls can control it in the same way... Could someone have brought other Horcruxes into Hogwarts, causing this to happen?"

"It's hard to say." Louis pondered for a moment, then said, "The most important thing now is to prevent any further attacks, otherwise the Ministry of Magic might use this incident to their advantage..."

"Wouldn't it be enough to just kill the basilisk?" Catherine asked, tilting her head.

"No, killing the basilisk will only alert it, and who knows what will happen next." Louis tapped his cheekbone with his finger. "Let's be patient for now. Alerting it will only make it go into hiding, which will make it harder to find the real culprit... How about this, I'll go check out Gryffindor first. I have some ideas that I want to test."

"Master, I want to go with you too! I can't let you face the danger alone!" Remonia called out at the right moment.

"You're being too conspicuous, Remonia." Louis shook his head and rejected Remonia's suggestion. "You just stay home and look after the house. Don't worry, I'll call you if anything happens."

"When you find him, be sure to let me know..." Remonia's voice was extremely bloodthirsty: "I have a good idea, let me pierce him, slice him to pieces, chop him alive, split him open, and shred him into strips—"

"Alright, Remonia, I'll consider your request." Louis drew a small pie in Remonia's eye, then patted the somewhat dazed Catherine's peach: "What are you thinking about?"

"Your sword is really...unconventional," Catherine said hesitantly.

“Who says otherwise?” Louis shrugged and walked out alongside Catherine. “But I quite like her.”

"Should I say birds of a feather flock together?" Catherine scoffed.

"Birds of a feather flock together..." Louis said helplessly.

"Hmph." Catherine didn't answer and went straight back to her dormitory.

As Louise walked into the Great Hall, he saw Harry, Harry, and his friends sitting inside, chatting anxiously.

"What's wrong, you three?" Louis said with a smile as he sat down next to Hermione.

Hermione rolled her eyes at Harry and said to Louis, "Didn't you hear, Louis? Colin Creevey, a first-year student, was attacked today... Oh dear, it's terrible. He was completely stiff, like he'd been petrified, but it seemed permanent. Even the Instant Stop Charm couldn't bring him back to normal..."

Harry burst out laughing when he heard this, but then he realized it wasn't right, so he twitched his cheeks as if he were having a cramp and forced back his smile, replacing it with a sad expression.

He pursed his lips and said with a hint of pity, "What a tragedy."

"A tragedy," Ron chimed in.

"He's a nice guy," Harry continued.

"A good person," Louis chimed in with his own comment.

Harry thought for a moment and blurted out, "He should be remembered."

"We'll remember this forever," Ron agreed.

"And those photos he took." Harry gritted his teeth as he thought about it.

"It seems like he'll never be able to film again." Hermione was also a little gloating—that Colin kid was just too annoying.

"Alas," Louis sighed.

"Alas." The other three all lowered their heads in unison and mourned for half a second.

For once, Hermione didn't stop the three of them from gloating, after all, Colin was really annoying—just yesterday, that kid Colin was trying to matchmake people and even asked her if she liked Harry.

Louis was trying to figure out how to bring up Ginny with Ron. He thought for a long time but still didn't know how to say it. Should he just ask directly, "What about your sister?" Wouldn't that make Ron misunderstand and think that he was interested in his sister?

Good heavens, Louis really doesn't like people younger than him...

"You seem troubled, Louis," Harry asked with concern, noticing Louis's troubled expression.

Just as Louis was about to answer, he saw Ginny running over excitedly.

"Hi, Ron, Louise, Hermione." She greeted everyone cheerfully, but when it was Harry's turn, she lowered her head shyly and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Hi, Harry."

"Hello, Ginny." Ron, Hermione, and Louise, each with their own mischievous intentions, greeted her in unison. Their six eyes kept glancing between Harry and Ginny, making the two of them feel quite uncomfortable.

(End of this chapter)