I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 145 The Senior Sister by Candlelight

After the three students left the office, Tifa's face immediately darkened. She glared at Lockhart and coldly reprimanded him, "Gidero, vanity is fine, but don't go too far..."

"Yes, yes, yes..." Lockhart wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Tifa's anger made him tremble with fear, and he was sweating profusely.

"What exactly happened?" Her voice was icy.

Lockhart recounted the whole story to Tifa. After listening, Tifa tapped her fingers lightly on the table and said in a cold voice, "The students at Hogwarts these days are really outrageous. There are even people who dare to fight in class..." As she said this, she narrowed her eyes slightly, carefully recalling the details of what had just happened.

"Something's not right. Why is Percy acting so differently than usual? I remember him as a very calm and collected person..." Tifa seemed to be in a bad mood, and the rhythm of her tapping on the table became more and more rapid.

"Maybe he took the wrong medicine today," Lockhart said with a laugh.

"No, I have a bad feeling." Tifa raised her eyebrows, looking at Lockhart who was still grinning foolishly, and her mood worsened even more.

Having an older brother like this is really...

Tifa held her forehead, really not wanting to say anything more.

She handles all the teaching work, including teaching magic to the students, while Lockhart, despite holding the title of professor, spends all his time replying to fans' letters and promoting his glorious deeds, and has no interest in interfering with teaching matters.

Tired, destroy it.

She now desperately wanted to cast a death curse on Lockhart so that he could focus all his energy on his teaching career.

If Beauxbatons had a college, it would be Azkaban.

……

The three little ones strolled back to Louis's office, only to find everyone still sitting there waiting, their faces covered in little notes. Upon closer inspection, they realized the four of them were playing cards...

"Three fours." Penelope threw down three cards.

"No!" Percy and Jack said in unison.

"Three sixes, call out." Seeing that no one spoke, Penelope thought she had the victory in her grasp. With three sixes and a three in her hand, she decisively chose to play the three sixes first.

Greed knows no bounds...

Louis watched her submit her order, smiled confidently, threw down two cards, and slowly uttered two words.

"Two kings!"

"I'm not playing anymore!" Penelope threw the three into the deck. She was bound to lose anyway, so there was no point in continuing. She looked up and noticed the three little ones coming in. She quickly screamed and turned around, frantically grabbing at her face, trying to tear off the paper strip.

"You're back so soon?" Louis had only two pieces of paper on his face, so he tore them up quickly. He looked at the three little ones with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

Hermione nodded and replied, "Well, we haven't found out anything from Professor Lockhart that could prove he's guilty... but there is something strange."

"Tell me about it." Louis wasn't surprised; he sent the three little ones just to try his luck, even if there was no guarantee of success.

Hermione didn't respond to Louise, but instead looked at the three older students: "I noticed something strange about Professor Lockhart. I felt that Professor Lockhart's attitude towards his sister was not quite right. That servile attitude is really not how an older brother should treat his sister."

"Oh, you mean this?" Percy said without thinking. "You haven't taken their classes, so you might not know, but Assistant Professor Tifa is always quite assertive, and she's really strong. Her teaching methods are also very clever. And you also know that Professor Lockhart is usually quite vain, and Assistant Professor Tifa actually dislikes that kind of person."

"So she usually scolds Professor Lockhart, right?" Louis suddenly asked.

"Yes, that's right," Percy replied.

"That's not right either... I've never seen such a strange sibling relationship before. My gut feeling tells me something's not right... It feels very awkward, but I can't quite put my finger on it." Hermione frowned, completely baffled.

Louis thought to himself, "You haven't watched enough Japanese anime. There are plenty of younger sisters with strong personalities like this... and there are quite a few who are henpecked, okay?"

"It's probably due to his strong personality," Louis shrugged, not finding anything wrong with it.

Hermione remained furrowed in her brow, fixated on the question, but seeing that Louise didn't seem to care much, she suppressed her doubts and decided to try to gather more information herself when the opportunity arose.

"Alright, you guys must be tired after a busy night." Seeing that Harry and Ron looked a bit listless, Louis said to them, "If you're hungry, eat something here before you go back."

Upon hearing about food, Ron's eyes lit up, and his previously listless spirit vanished.

In the end, he and Harry wolfed down their food in a whirlwind, their bellies bulging, robes draped across their backs, and they trudged back to the Gryffindor common room.

After everyone had left, Louis returned to his bedroom.

Under the candlelight, the senior student was lying on her pillow reading a book. Her slender waist arched slightly downwards, and her plump peach-like figure and exquisite back formed a series of curves.

The senior student's two small, white feet were swinging leisurely back and forth. When she heard Louis open the door and come in, her crystal-clear toes even scratched at him, as if extending an invitation.

"What are you looking at?" Louis walked over, and his "claws" naturally rested on the senior's straight and slender legs.

The warm and delicate touch immediately aroused Louis, and he subconsciously made a gear shifting motion.

"What are you doing?" Catherine was startled by Louis's actions.

"Oh, subconsciously..." Louis explained with an embarrassed laugh, "I thought I was driving, so I subconsciously shifted gears."

The result was a glare from the senior student, plus a kick that wasn't too hard or too soft.

"So what are you looking at?" Louis chuckled and leaned closer to see what his senior was looking at.

"Hey, take your hand away, it's so itchy..." Catherine freed her right foot from Louis's grasp and continued, "Isn't it those books you brought back? I was reading that... um, 'On Contradiction'."

"Hey, why are you suddenly interested in these things?" Louis also became interested. He held the senior's small foot in his hand again. The senior struggled a few times but couldn't break free, so she stopped resisting and let him hold it.

But Louis's next words made Catherine so angry she wanted to hit him.

"I always thought you were a muscle-obsessed woman, how come you're starting to use your brain?"

That casual tone, and that irritating manner, could really make someone so angry they'd be reborn like Jesus or ascend to heaven like the Virgin Mary.

Catherine silently told herself not to be angry, and her anger actually subsided. She rolled her eyes with a charming air and closed the book in her hand: "I can't just think about learning magic all day long... Now that I'm your girlfriend, I have to keep up with you. I can't be a burden to you, unable to help you with anything, right?"

Louis patted his senior's peach with satisfaction and praised her smugly, "My beloved concubine is becoming more and more to my liking."

Louis uses "we" here, an ancient and sacred usage. In 1169, Henry II of England expounded the theory of "divine right of kings," which is that "the monarch and the Creator work together." So he used the word "we" to express "God and me," representing that the monarch not only represents royal authority but also the will of God.

In fact, it is roughly equivalent to the Chinese terms "朕" (zhen), "寡人" (guaren), and "孤" (gu) in Chinese. The fundamental purpose is to declare one's uniqueness and supreme status by concentrating power in one's own hands.

This usage is also used in some very formal writing styles, such as magazine editors or judges referring to themselves, with the purpose of claiming their authority in terms of professional level and professional quality. But in fact, just like Seris now, you rarely hear people use self-references like "this official" or "this professor". After all, we live in a harmonious society that emphasizes equality for all. If you put on airs all the time, then what are you, a fortune teller?

In fact, the Pope still uses this title, even though he doesn't have many divisions, his status in the Catholic world is indeed extraordinary.

"You're getting cocky just because I said you're fat." Catherine snorted, pulled her little foot out of Louis's hand, changed her position and lay on her side on the bed, one arm supporting her cheek on the pillow, the other hand holding Louis's clothes and pulling him onto the bed.

They stared at each other for a long time, Catherine's gaze gentle and tender, as if she were speaking to him, or perhaps whispering to herself, "My little deer is so handsome, I can never get enough of looking at him..."

"I remember you weren't like this before. You wouldn't have said things like that before." Louis chuckled, gently lifting her chin as if teasing a kitten. "You used to blush all the time, but now..."

He swallowed back the words "You've got a thick skin."

"What now?" Catherine asked with great interest.

"Yeah, you're getting better and better at flirting with me." Louis said sincerely.

"There's nothing to hide about loving someone, nothing to be ashamed of," Catherine said, but even under the lamplight, Louis could still see the blush on her face.

"Really?" Louis leaned closer, his face close enough to make Catherine's breathing quicken.

"Then... how could it be fake?" Catherine said somewhat awkwardly, she really couldn't suppress her shyness.

Louis could see it too, and he secretly smiled to himself. Since he was bored anyway, he planned to tease Catherine a bit.

"You seem rather uneasy. Are you perhaps saying one thing but meaning another?" Louis asked, feigning suspicion. "Are you trying to fool me...?"

Catherine panicked. She sat up abruptly, ignoring the fact that she was exposing herself. Just as she was about to argue, she saw Louis's malicious smile. Enraged, she slapped Louis hard on the buttocks: "You little rascal, is it fun to tease me...?"

"Of course it's fun, hahaha..." Louis laughed wickedly.

In a fit of anger, Catherine pinned Louis to the bed, wanting to slap him a couple of times to vent her frustration, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. While she was struggling with this dilemma, she suddenly remembered the times Louis had tickled her before, so she reached for Louis's waist with both hands and started scratching him.

"Ouch...ouch, Cathy, little moon, I was wrong...hahahaha..." Louis was also very ticklish, and when Catherine tickled him, he burst into laughter. He kept struggling to break free from Catherine's grasp, but Catherine had the advantage of age, and with the little spell she secretly cast without any martial arts skills, she firmly held the upper hand and suppressed Louis, making him unable to move.

Louis had grown up quite a bit, and Catherine was finding it rather difficult to control him. After all this commotion, even her forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat. She tickled Louis's ribs and said fiercely, "Tell me! Will you dare to cause trouble again?!"

"Hahahaha... Little Moon, stop tickling me... I dare, of course I'll dare in the future..." Louis was not one to admit defeat easily; being stubborn was his forte.

Catherine increased the frequency of tickling his ribs, which only made Louis laugh even harder, panting and laughing so hard that tears streamed down his face.

"I'll teach you to be stubborn... Ha... You little bastard." After scratching for a while, Catherine was also exhausted. After all, Louis was quite strong. She had to keep both hands busy scratching him. Despite his struggles, she managed to break free.

Louis rubbed his ribs and soft flesh, and seeing that Catherine was about to slip away, he did a somersault and took the initiative, hugging Catherine's body from behind. He wrapped his arms around her slender waist and grabbed one of her ribs with each hand, tickling her like he was playing a piano.

Catherine, having her weakness exposed, went limp and fell backward onto the bed, pinning Louis down.

"Hahaha... Little Deer... You bastard... Hehehe..." Catherine, who had been turned the tables, giggled. She tried to get up and fight back against Louis, but with her ticklish spot being scratched, she felt weak and powerless all over, and couldn't muster any strength to resist.

"Tell me! Do you dare tickle me again?" Louis said in a threatening tone, without stopping his tickling.

"I won't... I won't... Hahaha... Stop tickling me, it's so itchy, little deer..." Catherine's pale legs kicked weakly on the bed, kicking the blanket into a ball and making the sheets wrinkled.

"Then were you wrong?" Louis had long known that Catherine was even more susceptible to tickling than he was. This time, Catherine had injured the enemy eighty times but also lost a thousand times herself.

"I was wrong, I was wrong... Haha... Hehehe..."

"Then... call me 'brother'?" Louis slowed his movements slightly and whispered in her ear.

There are no older brothers in English. Catherine has been learning Chinese since last year and speaks Mandarin more fluently than Louis, so Louis was speaking Chinese when he said that.

"You! You can forget about it... Hahaha..." Catherine knew exactly what her brother meant, and in her embarrassment and anxiety, she refused repeatedly, leaving no room for negotiation.

Please continue reading, please give me recommendation votes, please give me monthly votes.

(End of this chapter)