I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 139 Luna Attacked

"Phew..." Hannah wiped the sweat from her forehead and handed the Elder Wand back to Dumbledore.

In Louis's discerning eyes, the Elder Wand's properties had also changed.

The Elder Wand +1

+3 to all skills

+30% Faster spell casting

+75% spell power

Dumbledore's eyes widened in surprise as he watched the entire forging process, yet he saw no special skill involved. With a mere "plop," the luminous little stone melted into his wand—Merlin's beard! This wasn't magic!

He took the wand, examined it carefully, and then casually cast a few spells.

Finally, an expression of admiration appeared on his face.

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"I must say, the forging you've developed is very promising," Dumbledore said confidently. "Hannah, you will go further than the Ollivanders—and perhaps in the near future, the Abbots will become a world-class magical family under your leadership. I have no doubt about that."

"Really? Professor?" Hannah was clearly still a little unaware of what kind of skills she had mastered; she just asked somewhat bewilderedly.

"Of course, you must trust Lewis," Headmaster Dumbledore said confidently. "After all, he always manages to surprise us, doesn't he?"

As she spoke, she playfully winked at Louis.

"Alright, Hannah, this room is yours from now on. You can choose to have your house-elves move your belongings here." Dumbledore then said to Hannah, "Consider this your office from now on. Hogwarts is happy to provide some extra benefits for special talents like us."

"Of course, if you can't bear to leave your roommates, you can continue to live in the dormitory," Professor Dumbledore added.

"I'll stay in the dorm," Hannah said, taking it easy, mainly because she couldn't bear to leave her roommates.

"I'll move into the office, Professor." Louis was much more shameless than Hannah; if he moved out of the dormitory, he could live with Catherine, right?

Dumbledore glanced at Louis. As an elder, he had eaten more sugar than Louis had eaten rice. How could he not know what kind of wicked scheme the little rascal was plotting? He chuckled and said, "Of course, but you're still quite young. Young people... well, you should know how to be moderate."

"What are you thinking, Professor?" Louis said with a look of disdain. "I'm a gentleman..."

"Doesn't seem like it." Dumbledore chuckled, about to tease Lewis a bit more, when he heard Professor McGonagall calling him from behind.

"Albus?" Professor McGonagall's voice rang out, and she greeted Louise, "Oh, hello, Mr. Mountbatten, and Miss Abbott."

"Good evening, Professor McGonagall." The two students greeted Professor McGonagall in unison.

Professor McGonagall nodded in acknowledgment, but turned her questioning gaze toward Professor Dumbledore.

Dumbledore said "Oh," and then told Professor McGonagall about how Hannah had strengthened his staff. Professor McGonagall clearly showed great interest.

"Why don't you give it a try, Professor?" Louis asked with a smile, noticing Professor McGonagall's eagerness.

Professor McGonagall hesitated for a moment, but then took out her wand.

It should be said that only Dumbledore's wand is special and uses Radiant Wedge Stone, while Professor McGonagall's ordinary wand only needs to be enhanced with common wedge stone fragments.

Professor McGonagall took the enhanced wand, drew two dotted lines in the air, and put it away with satisfaction.

She looked at Hannah and Louis, and gave them a thumbs up.

"Very good, I like it very much." Professor McGonagall's tone was quite excited. "I'm happy for you, Abbott. To have acquired a promising skill to make a living before even graduating is something many people dream of."

"So, Minerva, what brings you here?" Dumbledore interjected.

"Oh... you'll find out when you come to the principal's office with me," Professor McGonagall said mysteriously, leaving Hannah and Louis looking at each other in bewilderment.

"You go back first, Hannah. I'll go find some house-elves to help me move," Louis said to Hannah.

"Then I'll head back now, Professor." Hannah smiled sweetly, her twin ponytails swaying as she skipped and hopped toward the Hufflepuff lounge.

The house-elves moved incredibly fast; in fact, no moving company in the world could match their speed and efficiency. In just over ten minutes, they had completely moved Louis's bedroom into his office, even restoring the furnishings to their original state.

Aslo was delighted because Louis moving out of his dormitory meant he could now serve Master Louis more closely.

Thinking of this, Aslo's eyes welled up with tears.

Heaven knows how many house-elves at Hogwarts dream of this.

During their casual conversation, Louis learned why the house-elves at Hogwarts were so close to him. In fact, he had guessed it; after all, it wasn't his fault that he had a mother who was loved by everyone.

It is said that Aslo nearly lost his life at the hands of a dark wizard, but was saved by Louis's mother, Emma, ​​who then sent him to Hogwarts.

Therefore, he treated Louis somewhat like his own child.

During the move, Kristastha's suggestions were indispensable. At her suggestion, the office was decorated entirely in Quel'Thalas style, except for the bedroom, which remained unchanged. No one knows where she found so many mageweave and spiritweave fabrics.

As Louis's girlfriend, Catherine naturally moved into the other bedroom, but this was like taking off her pants to fart, completely unnecessary—everyone knew where Catherine slept at night.

Catherine, meanwhile, was using her long, slender fingers to lift Louis's chin, asking in a deliberately coquettish voice, "Professor, isn't what you're doing... a bit like you're trying to take advantage of a female student?"

"I think this statement would be more convincing if we switched our ages, but right now it looks like I'm the one being sexually exploited, okay?" Louis's words were as sharp as ever.

"Oh, I'm so heartbroken. You actually think I'm too old..." Catherine pretended to be on the verge of tears, and she really did look pitiful.

"I'm just stating a fact, I don't mean any disdain." Louis's hands started to wander, touching the girl's leg. "If you ask me, it's better to be older. They say older women are more considerate and caring, unlike younger women who only care about themselves."

Before Catherine could say anything more, there was a sudden, urgent knocking on the office door.

"Who is it?" Louis sat up straight, and Catherine also got off the table, gracefully raising the open newspaper in her hand to cover her slightly flushed cheeks.

"It's me, Ron..." Ron pushed the door open, panting heavily.

"What's wrong? Tell me slowly." Louis walked over and began to help Ron catch his breath.

After a long pause, Ron hurriedly said, "Something terrible has happened...something terrible has happened...another attack has occurred...this time the victim is...is..."

"I think you're about to suffocate, Red Squirrel," Catherine's voice came from afar, startling Ron.

"Don't worry, the sky isn't falling. Take your time." Louis wasn't flustered. Apart from Catherine being petrified, he wasn't too worried about anyone else at Hogwarts.

It was now obvious that Catherine was in the room, so Louis wasn't in a hurry and gently advised Ron not to panic.

After Ron finally caught his breath, Harry and Hermione also came running over, panting.

"Good heavens, were you three chased by a mimic chest monster?" Louis exclaimed in surprise.

"No...it's just another attack..." Hermione gasped for breath, baring her large teeth, looking remarkably like a panting Bugs Bunny.

"It's Luna, Luna Lovegood," Ron finally said. "The one attacked this time is Luna Lovegood of Ravenclaw."

"What?" Catherine put down the newspaper almost instantly, her forehead blazing with fury, perfectly illustrating what it means to be "furious."

During the holiday, Luna can be said to have successfully saved their relationship, or in a way, saved them both. If it weren't for Luna, they might have been taken advantage of by that devil long ago, and there wouldn't be the two of them who are now so inseparable and sweet-loving.

So when Catherine heard that Luna had been attacked, she was the most worried. She had lunch with Luna at noon today, so how could she have been attacked so suddenly in the evening?

Louis stood up as well, frowning. "That doesn't make sense. The attacker claimed to be a 'successor of Slytherin.' Logically, he should have attacked some Muggle-born wizard. Why would he attack Luna?"

"This isn't the time to dwell on this, Louise," Hermione said anxiously. "What is it...?"

"Wait!" Harry suddenly interrupted Hermione, looking nervously at the ceiling, then to the left and to the right, before abruptly turning and rushing out of the office, walking forward while hugging the wall.

"What's wrong with you, Harry?" Hermione asked, puzzled. Harry's current state reminded her of those performance artists in the Muggle world.

Harry stopped, frowning, and said, "I think I heard some sounds... no, not just sounds, it sounded like someone was saying something, something about being very hungry and wanting to kill..."

"It's coming from this wall, like it's crawling up the wall... Can you hear it?" He looked at his friends around him.

"No..." Ron and Hermione shook their heads.

"Harry, even in the wizarding world, hearing things that others can't hear isn't necessarily a good thing." Louis didn't reveal the source of the voice, since no one would believe something just because it was said. He pondered for a moment and advised Harry, "My advice is that it's best not to tell anyone about this... except, of course, Professor Dumbledore."

“Louis is right, Harry,” Ron echoed Louis. “Especially don’t let your classmates know, otherwise… who knows what kind of rumors will spread, maybe they’ll even link you to the attacker.”

"Oh..." Harry nodded somewhat reluctantly. He really didn't understand why Louise wouldn't let him tell anyone, even Hermione and Ron looked on with agreement.

And so, Ron and Hermione took a troubled Harry back to the Gryffindor common room, while Louise and Catherine decided to go to the hospital wing to check on poor Luna.

In the school infirmary, Dumbledore sat by Luna's bedside, with an extremely tall wizard standing beside him. Louis estimated the wizard to be at least 1.9 meters tall. Beside the wizard was the brown-haired girl named Akko, whom he had met at the Sorting Ceremony, who was looking at Luna lying on the bed and sobbing softly.

"Professor," Louis walked over and greeted Dumbledore, then looked at the wizard beside him, "and who is this?"

He was waiting for Dumbledore to introduce him.

Dumbledore gave an "oh," then noticed Louis's arrival. He introduced Louis, "Oh, Louis, you've come? This is an old friend of mine, Luna's uncle, Zlatan Lovegood. Ibrahimovic, and this is Louis, whom I've often mentioned to you in my letters."

"Hello, Mr. Lovegood." Louis extended his hand. He felt that Zlatan looked familiar, and the name sounded particularly familiar.

Zlatan also extended his hand, forcing a smile: "Just call me Ibrahimovic, Louis." (Character card from the edge of the alliance)

It's clear that he's very outgoing and a very easy-going and cheerful person.

Louis suddenly realized that this was none other than Ibrahimovic, the soccer player from later generations. Why wasn't he on the soccer field persecuting Joe Hart? What was he doing here, leading the magical world of England?

"I'm sorry, Ibrahimovic." Louis glanced at the stiff Luna and sighed softly.

This was his mistake.

"Sigh, Xenophius recently went to France. If he knew what happened to Luna, he would be heartbroken." Ibrahimovic's tone was low and his voice was deep. The burly man, who was over 1.9 meters tall, spoke like a bass cannon, resonating and chord-like.

"I'm sorry, Ibrahimovic, this was a mistake on our part." Dumbledore's tone was also apologetic.

Ibrahimovic didn't speak. The mountain-like giant gently stroked Luna's small face with his large hand. Louis had sharp eyes. According to his estimation, Mr. Ibrahimovic's fan-like hand was even larger than Luna's entire face.

"Poor Luna." Ibu's eyes welled up with tears as he spoke. "She lost her mother so young and lived with her father. She was just a child... such a lovely little girl, how could anyone be so cruel to her?"

"Criminals have no moral bottom line and no conscience, Ibrahimovic." Louis defined him thus. Catherine, who was behind him, glanced at Luna, then turned her back, unable to bear to look any longer.

"Do you have any leads, Louis?" Dumbledore stared intently at Louis, as if waiting for him to say something.

(End of this chapter)