I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 141 You'll Always Be My Little White Rabbit

“Yes, that’s my plan.” Louis nodded and said, “I need you to drink Polyjuice Potion to become fifth-year students, and then go to Professor Lockhart to gather information—” He paused here, “The plan isn’t set in stone. You can act according to the situation and choose the method you think is most appropriate to approach him.”

"Of course, guys, I didn't want you to participate in such a dangerous mission either. After all... you might be facing a vicious dark wizard. But whenever I think about how my classmates are in such danger and their lives are in peril, I always have an urge to go myself... But as Professor Lockhart's adversary, my every word and action is under his surveillance. My disappearance could easily alert him... So, that's when I thought of the three of you."

Louis began to employ his persuasive tactics, first appealing to reason, then appealing to emotions, "To be honest, I don't want the three of you to take this risk, but... considering that I really don't have any trustworthy friends around me right now, and only the three of you are the ones I can place my hopes on, so I have no choice but to ask for your help."

"No problem, Professor!" the three said in unison, especially Hermione, whose little face was flushed—a sense of justice for the people was burning brightly in her heart. At this moment, she felt like Beowulf in the ancient legend who rid the people of evil, and that sense of mission bestowed by history rushed to the top of her head.

Lost in that illusory sense of historical mission, Hermione didn't realize the problem with the ingredients for a while. She hurriedly asked, "Louis, what about the ingredients for the Compound Elixir...?"

"Don't worry," Louis said with a confident smile. "Isn't Professor Snape there? I'm sure he won't refuse my offer."

Snape, who was sitting like a bat in the Potions Department office, suddenly sneezed. He sniffed and muttered to himself that he hadn't felt this inexplicable chill since Emma left. What was wrong with him today?

He forgot that Emma had a grown son.

"You really enjoy tormenting Professor Snape, my little deer," Catherine complained helplessly as she came out of the bedroom. She couldn't stand it anymore.

"I was just trying to show my closeness to the professor... You wouldn't understand men's matters." Louis started to adopt a affected tone.

"Okay, okay, I don't understand. My little deer has grown up." Catherine smiled indulgently, shook her head helplessly, walked over, bent down, and gently kissed Louis's forehead.

Then she turned to the three little ones who were barely daring to breathe, and greeted them with a gentle smile, "Hello."

"Hello... Miss Wore," the three little ones stammered, their faces showing disbelief as if they had seen the sun rise in the west.

Louis looked at Catherine with a bewildered expression, hesitated for a long time, and then asked tentatively, "Honey, did you take the wrong medicine?"

As he spoke, he reached for Catherine's forehead with his Lushan claw, but she slapped it away.

"Silly boy." Catherine gave him two big white eye fruits, then turned and went back to Louis's bedroom.

Hermione watched Catherine's figure disappear, then turned to Harry and Ron with an exaggerated expression and said, "Good heavens, is that... is that Miss Worley? How come she's suddenly become so gentle? I'm not used to it..."

"Did you take the wrong medicine? To be honest, I'm not used to it either," Louis said helplessly. He had no idea what Catherine was up to today.

Catherine's gentleness towards other small animals was something that not only the three little ones, but even Louis had never seen before.

"Alright, while the Polyjuice Potion is brewing, the three of you go back and plan out what to do. I'll go ask Professor Snape for some ingredients, and I also need to find a few suitable candidates... a few suitable candidates for your Transformations."

After seeing the three little ones off, Louis returned to his bedroom.

"What's wrong with you today?" Louis's tone and expression conveyed the message that "this is really weird."

Catherine smiled gently and rolled her eyes cutely: "If our Professor Deer thinks that a professor's wife should treat his students harshly, I can change that."

So, you admit that you are the professor's wife, right?

Louis was overjoyed. He walked over and sat down next to Catherine, embracing her soft, fragrant body in his arms. He chuckled and said, "How could that be? I like it, of course I like it. I'm not a masochist. I was just a little uncomfortable at first..."

"Hmph, I knew it! You never liked the old me at all!" Catherine crossed her arms, put on a fierce look, and huffed arrogantly.

Louis could tell, of course, that she wasn't really angry; she was just joking. So he was happy to play along with Catherine's act: "How could that be? Let me think... you used to be... well, fierce, unapproachable, aloof, irritable, and sharp-tongued..."

With each word he spoke, Catherine's face darkened further, and by the time he uttered the last word, her eyes were practically spitting out glacial spikes.

She was genuinely angry this time, her cold gaze fixed indifferently on Louis, as if she were looking at a plate of roasted deer.

Louis quickly changed the subject completely.

"Of course, these are all other people's opinions of you. As for me, I love Catherine. I love everything about her, no matter what she is like or how others see her. In my heart, she will always be my little white rabbit."

The coldness in Catherine's eyes instantly melted into a pool of spring water.

"Oh, my little deer." Catherine pressed Louis down onto the bed, looking down at him with eyes full of tenderness.

"What are you going to do?" Louis feigned a terrified look, clutching his shirt collar with both hands, looking pitiful.

"What do you think?" Catherine's lips curled into a mature, sophisticated smile.

……

When Louis went to see Snape the next day, he was as if he were walking on clouds.

The older sister is really amazing; Louise is no match for her.

In the Potions office, Professor Snape looked at Louis with a disdainful expression, as if to say, "I don't have a student like you." He slowly said, "Oh, if you're not up to it, I have plenty of potions here that can improve physical abilities."

"Various kinds." Snape added at the end, emphasizing "various kinds."

"Who says I can't?" Louis immediately became agitated. How could a man be told he couldn't?

Snape looked clearly incredulous: "So you didn't come here so early in the morning just to freeload breakfast, did you? Let me make this clear beforehand, all I have here for you is some boiled slugs... or shaving Flobber caterpillars."

"I never imagined your diet was so extensive, Professor, that even slugs and caterpillars are among your prey," Louis shrugged, returning the barb to Professor Snape verbatim.

"It's hard to say that this slug wasn't specially prepared for a certain classmate. Okay, enough chit-chat, what brings you here?" Snape quickly stopped the escalating verbal sparring and steered the conversation back on track.

If this continues, with each of us saying one thing and the other another, it probably won't end until after dinner.

"I need some ingredients for Compound Decoction, Professor." Louis didn't stand on ceremony with Snape: "Give me some, Professor."

"You really are..." Snape searched for an adjective for a long time before finally managing to say, "You really don't treat yourself like an outsider."

"Look at what you're saying, Professor," Louis laughed. "Given our relationship, do you really have the heart to mention money?"

Snape laughed, a sneer, like a bat spitting out ultrasonic waves: "Well said, but it's meaningless... Honest deal, a thousand Galleons, no cheating."

"Why don't you just rob someone?" Louis exclaimed in shock. He took three steps back, clutching his pockets with both hands, and stared at Snape in disbelief. "Professor, you're taking advantage of a disaster!"

Snape grinned wickedly, chuckled twice before his smile faded, and said in a sinister tone, "What you say makes sense, but this isn't exactly taking advantage of someone's misfortune. After all, you're a well-known tycoon."

He chuckled inwardly, thinking, "You little brat, you brought that Potter kid dressed up as Lily to disgust me on Halloween. Now I'm going to disgust you back. If I don't disgust you, you'll probably tear the spire off Hogwarts Castle."

Louis was somewhat aware of Snape's wicked intentions, so he had no choice but to take out a Gringotts check, write down one thousand Galleons, and hand it to Snape.

Seeing Snape's smug smile, Louis vowed in his heart, "Don't let me get the Resurrection Stone, or I'll show you just how many eyes Lord Louis has."

I'll swindle you until you're so poor you have to sell your pants, or I'm not Lu!

Actually, his surname isn't Lu.

Before leaving, Snape grabbed Louis again and mysteriously handed him two small glass bottles.

"Only one drop at a time." Snape twirled his finger twice. "No more than that, or your little body won't be able to handle it."

"I've actually been working out all along, Professor, please don't look down on me!" Louis protested, striking a strong pose. "Look, I've been taking good care of myself, eating all sorts of good stuff. Don't believe me? Just look!"

Snape looked at his thin arms with suspicion and asked hesitantly, "Then why are they so muscular, like little guys?"

Louis: ...

You're ruthless, you're awesome.

He raised his head, turned and left, leaving Snape with a profound and dashing silhouette.

Looking at his hand, he realized that he had been the one who had contaminated it. This potion was not quite what he had imagined; it was a very proper potion.

"Advanced Stamina Potion: Greatly increases your stamina for one hour."

"You're such a good professor! This rain is just in time!" Louis thought to himself, having already forgotten the slight annoyance of Snape extorting him earlier.

When faced with a choice between money and a man's pride, he will always choose the latter.

It's time to open the eyes of my senior, he thought viciously to himself.

If my DPS isn't high enough when fighting a boss, can't I at least use a potion? That's always been the logic, right?

The senior student in the auditorium was radiant. Her beautiful appearance seemed to be glowing, instantly attracting Louis's attention. She sat there quietly reading a book, a complete ice queen.

She sensed Louise's presence the moment she entered the hall. Perhaps it was a telepathic connection, or perhaps it was just her imagination, but after last night, she felt that their souls were drawing ever closer.

Catherine looked up, gently smoothed her hair, and gave Louis a meaningful smile.

Louis's face immediately turned red.

To dispel the awkwardness, he coughed and walked toward Harry.

"All done." Louis placed the bag of ingredients in front of Hermione and said in a low voice, "There are plenty of ingredients, but the three of you will need to brew them yourselves... It shouldn't be a problem, right? I remember Harry and Hermione are both quite good at potions."

At this point, he patted Ron on the shoulder and added, "Oh, Ron, I know your potion-making skills aren't much different from the trolls', so I thoughtfully assigned this task to those two. How about that? Aren't I good to you?"

Ron scoffed and snorted, "It's fine, I can cheer them on..."

"Good idea." Louis patted him again, gave him a few simple instructions, and then returned to Catherine's side.

Without looking up, Catherine asked, "Aren't you afraid that your little secret will be discovered so openly?"

"Being secretive will only arouse suspicion, while being ostentatious will not attract attention." Louise Hehe laughed and picked up a strand of Catherine's hair, twirling it in her hand. "Seriously, you think I'm on the first floor, but actually, I'm on the fifth floor."

"Do you think you're some kind of Italian lasagna?" Catherine scoffed. "You've reminded me, it's been ages since I've had venison lasagna!"

Louis released his grip on her hair, stretched out his arm in front of her, and said generously, "Go ahead and bite, I don't mind, eat as much as you want."

"I won't eat you, you'll get stuck in my teeth!" Catherine chuckled and ruffled Louis's hair before lowering her head to continue reading.

"Hmph, let you be smug for a while! Watch me duel you again today and let you experience the magic I've just learned!" Louis issued the challenge in a low voice.

Catherine didn't react at first, then playfully punched his shoulder, scolding, "Don't talk nonsense... not today!"

"Why?" Louis was annoyed. He'd finally calmed down, and now he was being told he didn't want to?

"I..." Catherine bit her red lips, hesitated for a long time, and finally made up her mind to say in a low voice, "It's not convenient today."

As she finished speaking, a blush crept onto her fair neck.

"Oh...ah!" Louis paused for a moment, then suddenly realized.

(End of this chapter)