I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 138 Hannah the Blacksmith (True)

Louis's initial suspicions were instantly dispelled; it seemed that Ginny was not the one who obtained the Horcrux and released the Basilisk.

After all, Ginny in the original story was gloomy and gloomy for the entire semester after getting the diary. This sunny girl is clearly not the unlucky girl who got the diary and was controlled by something bad.

Ginny blushed awkwardly. People who are secretly in love are always very sensitive and will unconsciously suspect that others have seen through their crush.

But actually, of the four people present, everyone except Harry could see Ginny's little scheme.

It's as obvious as a louse on a monk's head.

Harry, well, he's a bit blinded by his own situation, and besides, he's a complete idiot, so it's normal that he can't see it.

"Alright, let's not disturb the young couple's intimate conversation," Louis said to Ron and the other man. He then stood up, practically going berserk, and just as Hermione and Ron were about to stand up with him, he suddenly blurted out:

"When are you two going to officially become a couple? I can't wait any longer..."

"The two of us with you..." Hermione tried to retort, but fell into Louis's trap. Her face flushed red, and after stammering "you...you..." she turned and ran away.

Ron was left alone, scratching his head and grinning blankly, occasionally letting out a silly chuckle.

He looks like a complete idiot who just came out of a mental hospital.

Louis shrugged, ignoring Ron who was still grinning foolishly, and searched around like a wolf, quickly finding his next target.

Oh, of course not someone I suspect, but someone I really need to talk to.

He saw Hannah sitting in the Hufflepuff area and went over to greet her, "Hannah?"

"Eh? Oh... it's Professor Louis." Hannah hurriedly wiped her mouth and stood up to greet him.

"Why are you so nervous? Relax." Louis gently reassured Hannah, then asked, "Could you come out with me for a bit? I need to talk to you about something."

"Oh! Okay!" Hannah obediently packed up her books, her golden twin ponytails swaying as she followed Louis out of the auditorium amidst the envious and jealous gazes of her female classmates.

In the drawing room of the Slytherin common room, Louis looked at Hannah, who was still somewhat flustered, and couldn't help but laugh, saying, "Look at you, still so nervous... I'm not going to eat you..."

Hannah tugged at the hem of her skirt, inwardly thinking, "Professor, you really have no idea how charming you are..."

Or are you pretending to know nothing?

Talking to a handsome guy is stressful, you know! Besides, being called out by you alone is a small matter; what's really serious is when my Hufflepuff classmates eat me alive when I get back...

"Alright." Louis, seeing Hannah's obviously fuming head, could only continue with a gentle tone, "Do you remember what I mentioned to you before?"

"Huh? What's up?" Hannah didn't know what it was either. Louis had told her so many things—don't get me wrong, it was a task assigned to the class representatives.

"Well... well, as I mentioned before, I've always believed that you actually have some other outstanding talents elsewhere." Louis began to use his persuasive skills.

"Huh? Me?" Hannah was surprised. No one had ever said that to her before. Everyone thought she was mediocre, even her parents thought so.

"Yes." Louis waved his hand, releasing the anvil and blacksmith's hammer from his system space. "I'm usually pretty good at judging people. Why don't you give it a try?"

Hannah stared in astonishment at the blacksmith's hammer and anvil before her, and was immediately plunged into self-doubt.

What terrible things had I done to warrant Professor Lewis's discovery of my talent?

Or perhaps his talent was simply too mediocre, so much so that Professor Lewis used this to suggest to himself—forget about magic! Go home! Go learn blacksmithing!

Thinking of this, she cried out in anguish.

"Waaah..."

Seeing this, Louis immediately understood what was going on. It seemed Hannah had not only misunderstood him but was also terrified by his own imagination. So he walked over, patted Hannah's shoulder, and said gently, "Why don't you give it a try? Hmm, what if... you have a talent for it?"

Try it, Hannah, this is your destiny, you...

It feels like Daniel Wu promoting green apple juice.

Hannah slowly crept over, glanced tentatively at Louis, and after receiving an encouraging look, reached out and grabbed the hammer.

A strange thing happened: the instant she reached out and grasped the hammer, it was as if time stood still, and countless pieces of information surged into her mind like a tidal wave.

It is a legacy—the legacy of various blacksmiths, which comes from a high-ranking forging deity.

Louis then handed over the crystal sword and a wedge-shaped stone fragment collected from the High Walls of Lothric.

Hannah took the two items, paused briefly, as if guided by a deity. Without any instruction, she picked up the blacksmith's hammer and, in just two strokes, completely embedded the wedge-shaped stone fragment into the crystal sword.

Louis took the crystal sword and discovered that its properties had changed.

Not only did all attributes increase by 10%, but the name also changed.

Crystal Sword +1

"Incredible," Louis couldn't help but exclaim.

Hannah stood there awkwardly, still clutching the blacksmith's hammer, unsure of what to do.

"Well done, it seems you are indeed very talented." Louis patted Hannah on the shoulder: "Oh, it's not that you're not suited to learning magic, it's just that you have a better and higher talent in another area... Let me give you an example, like the wands of your classmates, you can enhance them. Enhanced wands will have a significant improvement in both casting speed and spell amplification."

“Like Mr. Ollivander,” Louis added. “Actually… well, there are many ways to Rome. We might as well think about it. You already possess extraordinary talent, and I have no doubt that you can achieve great things in forging. Why don’t we try to practice more in our spare time? Of course… in any case, these are just suggestions, and the final decision is yours.”

Louis stared intently at Hannah, who hesitated for a moment before saying tentatively, "But... Louis, won't it look awkward for a girl to learn forging..."

"Why would you say that?" Louis asked, somewhat puzzled.

Hannah fidgeted with her hands, looking somewhat aggrieved, and said, "I know my talent might not be bad, but... well, it just feels a bit awkward for a girl to be swinging such a big iron hammer."

"Hannah." Louis gently placed his hand on her shoulder, looking directly at her with a firm yet tender gaze, and said softly, "Remember, laborers are the most beautiful, and... I desperately need your help right now..."

"Your Highness..." Hannah's eyes welled up with tears. Those words, "I need you," instantly made the girl feel needed. She hastily wiped her eyes with her sleeve and sobbed, "Your Highness... oh... I'll do whatever you say..."

"Good girl, that's my good Hannah." Louis patted her head. "There's still a lot of heritage waiting for you to discover within this hammer. Hmm... I think you should understand how to strengthen other people's staves now." With that, he pulled a large handful of wedge-shaped stone fragments and large wedge-shaped stone fragments from his system space and handed them to Hannah: "These are wedge-shaped stone fragments and large wedge-shaped stone fragments. You should know how to use them to strengthen staves... Of course, we won't strengthen staves for free, after all, you can't work for free, can you?"

"Let me think... Hmm, how about this: charge one Gallon as a service fee for each enhancement, and an additional Gallon for each Wedge Shard consumed, how about that?" Louis suggested with a smile.

"I'll do whatever you say." Hannah smiled through her tears, staring at the blacksmith's hammer in her hand for a long time with teary eyes, then turned to ask, "Then... Your Highness, won't you lose money by only taking this much?"

"They might make a small profit, but I, Louis, will never lose out." Louis said something meaningful, then smiled gently, patted Hannah's head, and said softly, "I don't lack money. You can keep the money you earn yourself. Whether it's to supplement your household expenses or to do something else, I won't interfere—after all, it's earned through your own hard work."

"Thank you, Your Highness." Hannah bowed deeply, somewhat bewildered by Louis's sudden change in demeanor.

"Alright, alright..." Louis quickly helped her up and said gently, "Then it's settled. Our Hannah Blacksmith Shop... no, that doesn't sound right. Hmm, let's call it Hannah's Workshop. Well, we'll be opening for business today."

"Location? Let me think about it." After a moment's thought, Louis said to Hannah, "By the way, there's a room next to the office on the third floor that Professor Dumbledore assigned to me that's still vacant. Why don't you set up your workshop in that room?"

"However, I should speak with Professor Dumbledore first, since he is the headmaster and I don't have the authority to arrange vacant rooms at Hogwarts."

"Okay," Hannah nodded in response.

"Well, I'll go talk to Professor Dumbledore about this now. You can come with me to the headmaster's office on the eighth floor first." Louis ultimately didn't say, "Take me to the headmaster's office." If people found out he had no sense of direction, his prestige, built up over many years (actually only one year), would be completely destroyed.

"Okay." Hannah didn't think much of it—who would have thought that this outstanding guy in front of her was actually a poor little directionally challenged person?

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Principal's Office.

"You mean... you can enhance wands?" Dumbledore was clearly intrigued. "Tell me more, I'm very interested."

"It wasn't me, it was Hannah," Louis said helplessly. "She has a bit of... well, talent in forging, so I found her some tips to learn, and she actually succeeded."

Dumbledore had a "keep bluffing" look on his face, clearly not believing Lewis's nonsense.

"Hogwarts doesn't necessarily want students to completely dedicate themselves to magical research. It's good to give students more ways to make a living." Dumbledore, a relatively enlightened headmaster, finally set the tone: "It seems this job has a bright future, and I believe Hannah will definitely become a rising star in the wizarding world."

"You believed such an outrageous thing as soon as I told you?" Louis asked, somewhat surprised.

"I've always believed what you say," Dumbledore said with a chuckle. "However... if you don't mind, I'd like to test Hannah's skills—after all, I wouldn't refuse to make the Elder Wand even more powerful, would I?"

"Of course, no problem. If possible, her forging hut can be set up next to my office, is that alright?" Louis took the opportunity to make the request.

"Of course, no problem." Dumbledore stroked his beard, stood up, and walked outside with a smile.

Louis's office is quite large, at least much larger than his bedroom—it's a two-bedroom, one-living-room setup, rather luxurious. I don't know where Hogwarts got so many large offices—maybe they used the Unseen Stretching Charm?

Of course, Hannah's little workshop wasn't in Louis's office, but in the room next to his office.

The furnishings were certainly not as luxurious as Louis's, but they weren't cramped either—at least much more spacious than Hannah's own cottage.

Hannah fell in love with the little house almost instantly; it was much better than her triple room. Behind the spacious outer room was a not-so-spacious inner room—at least twenty square meters, enough to serve as a bedroom.

But she still needs to prove herself to Dumbledore before she can achieve all of this.

Louis placed the two-piece forging set in the outer room, indicating to Hannah that she could begin.

Dumbledore took out his wand and handed it to Hannah, while Louise casually cast an Eye of Recognition.

The Elder Wand

+2 to all skills

+20% Faster spell casting

Increase spell power by 50%

It looked quite luxurious, but Louis couldn't help but purse his lips.

What? It's not even as powerful as the Crystal Sword.

Hannah took the wand, took out a wedge-shaped stone fragment, and hammered it twice, but nothing happened.

Dumbledore's eyebrows twitched, and a look of heartache appeared on his face.

"Something feels off..." Hannah's eyebrows furrowed slightly. "According to the instructions the forging hammer gave me, I shouldn't have used this 'wedge stone fragment' to enhance the headmaster's wand..."

"Oh...it was my oversight." Louis slapped his forehead, took out a sparkling stone and handed it to Hannah: "Here, try this...According to general rules, special wands like Headmaster Dumbledore's should be enhanced with Radiant Wedge Stones."

Hannah nodded, took the stone, and smashed it down hard.

Louis could clearly feel Headmaster Dumbledore's neck stretch upwards with Hannah's tapping motion, and his gaze toward the anvil became pitiful, like an old man whose car had been towed away by city management.

(End of this chapter)