I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 146 3, 2, 1, Keep it up!!!

"You want me to let you go, but you won't call me 'good brother,' which puts me in a difficult position." Louis held Catherine's hands with one hand and lifted her delicate chin with the other, his tone as flirtatious as a playboy.

"Don't even think about it!" Catherine glared angrily at Louis, but her body was so weak that she had no strength to resist. She could only obediently let her hands be held captive and unable to move.

"Hmph, you won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences." Louis flashed the villain's signature smile, chuckling as he continued to scratch the itch with his claws.

"Okay, okay, ooh... hahaha... um... little deer, stop!" Catherine laughed so hard she was practically shaking from the tickling, and quickly begged for mercy, "I'm sorry... please stop tickling me..."

Louis stopped what he was doing, patted his senior's breasts, and asked with a smile, "Hmm? So what should you call me?"

"Good...good brother..." Catherine's voice was barely audible, her head almost buried in the treasure in her chest.

"I can't hear you, I can't hear you." Louis stretched his ears, looking annoyed. Who was he trying to fool with such a soft voice?

Catherine gave him a reproachful look, then brought her fragrant lips close to Louis's ear and said in a sickeningly sweet voice, "Good brother~"

"Ah, that's a good girl." Louis patted Catherine's waist with satisfaction, dismounted, and straightened the blankets that Catherine had kicked into a ball. "Alright, I'm going to take a shower. It's time for bed soon, wanna come together?"

"I'm not feeling well, you go ahead..." Catherine said quietly.

"Then let's rest for a bit, we'll get together later." Louis lay back down. This kid is shameless, and Catherine can't do anything about him.

They've been completely devoured.

Remonia in the office was so jealous she banged her head on the floor, but there was nothing she could do about the two of them.

After all, no matter how wicked she was, she wouldn't dare to disobey Louis's will.

Louis ultimately couldn't shake off his height disadvantage; he simply took a shower and didn't do anything excessive.

Days passed, the weather grew colder, and the Slytherin heirs did not launch any further attacks. During this time, everyone secretly exchanged amulets, exorcising items, and other protective trinkets, keeping it a secret from their teachers. Harry, Harry, and Catherine secretly visited Lewis and gave him a voodoo doll, supposedly capable of warding off evil. Catherine, whose image was gradually being reversed in the eyes of the three little animals, also received an ugly voodoo doll as a gift, which she quite liked and took with her wherever she went.

Louis told her that she wasn't in any danger and there was no need to wander around with the voodoo doll since it was useless anyway. But Catherine felt that it was the first gift the little animals had given her and deserved to be valued so much.

He felt that Catherine was simply enjoying the feeling of being valued as the professor's girlfriend.

In the second week of December, the professors from the four colleges came to collect the list of students who would stay on campus for Christmas, as usual. After asking Catherine, Louis thought for a moment and decided to fill in the option of not going home for the New Year.

The agreed-upon day of the duel is fast approaching.

On this day, Hogwarts, which had been quiet for a long time, suddenly became noisy. Reporters from major daily newspapers, members of the Board of Governors, pure-blood wizards, officials from the Ministry of Magic, and even Fudge himself came to witness this first-ever rare event in the wizarding world.

The auditorium was bustling with people, students practically shoulder to shoulder. The long dining tables and chairs that used to be in the auditorium were gone, replaced by a special gilded dueling platform, illuminated by hundreds of candles floating above. The ceiling had once again turned as black as the night sky.

Headmaster Dumbledore and the four heads of the house, along with officials from the Ministry of Magic, sat in the main seat, while the others stood on either side of the dueling platform, waiting for the protagonists to enter.

The duel was a best-of-five series, also known as a BO5. Because Lewis had to take care of all four houses, Ron from Harry's trio withdrew, letting Harry and Hermione take the stage. Draco was the Slytherin representative, Justin Finley from Ravenclaw, and Hannah Abbott from Hufflepuff.

Louis specially commissioned them to have their entire outfits made from Savile Row, including robes—the royal tailors on Savile Row were very knowledgeable about etiquette, knowing what not to ask and what not to pass on.

Therefore, they did not raise any questions about the strange and unusual wizard's attire. It must be said that the craftsmanship was not necessarily much better than Madam Malkin's magical craftsmanship, but wearing this outfit meant wearing a profound and sophisticated style.

The moment Hannah put on the clothes and was told their price to the young wizards, her legs went weak and she sat down on the stool. Justin, a Muggle and a promising student at Eton College, knew what Savile Row represented, and he was even more pathetic than Hannah, collapsing to the ground.

He immediately sprang to his feet as if electrocuted, still vigorously slapping his buttocks—just kidding, it would be such a waste to get such expensive clothes dirty… but he forgot about the New Cleansing Spell.

Hermione was also a little dizzy. She held Harry with her other hand, her voice trembling as she said, "Ha... Harry, hold me tight, I'm a little... a little dizzy..."

Harry didn't really have a concept of money—after all, he was a rich kid himself. He released Hermione with a hint of schadenfreude, like an eagle mother kicking her chick off a cliff: "You have to rely on yourself, Hermione. When you can stand on your own two feet without any help, it means you haven't been defeated by money."

Of course, eagles don't train their chicks this way, please be aware.

Watching Hermione's unsteady figure, Harry began to gloat and start timing.

"One—two—three—" Harry counted down, and seeing Hermione about to collapse, he immediately rushed over, grabbed her right hand, and shook it vigorously, grinning foolishly, "Congratulations! You weren't defeated by money!"

Hermione gave Harry the middle finger, then, seemingly finding the feeling not so bad, extended her other hand and gave Harry a double middle finger.

"Hahaha...hehehe..." She was amused by her own behavior, laughing so hard that she had to hold her knees and could barely straighten up.

Now it's Harry's turn to be depressed.

"Okay, don't be nervous, relax and calm down." Louis began his pre-match pep talk, just like a coach.

Everyone was initially quite relaxed, but Louis's comment made them a little nervous, especially Hannah. She was breathing heavily, one hand pressed against her chest, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat.

Louis realized he'd made a mistake, so he chuckled and said, "It's alright. Come on, how about we shout a slogan? I'll count to three, two, one, and everyone shout 'Go!' together, how about that?"

"Come on, everyone, come here and form a circle." Louis smiled and stretched out his arms, one person next to another. Hermione was on his left and Harry on his right. After everyone was in position, Louis gestured for everyone to extend their right hands and place them together in the middle. Looking at his teammates who were still taking deep breaths, he chuckled and said, "Alright, don't be nervous. Come on, listen to me, three, two, one..."

"Go for it!" The six people pressed down hard with their right hands and shouted in unison.

"Alright, let's go into the auditorium." Louis patted them on the shoulder one by one, beckoning them to walk into the auditorium.

Upon entering the auditorium, Louis saw Gilderoy Lockhart already waiting for him on the dueling platform. Today, Lockhart was dressed in a crimson robe, radiant like a peacock displaying its plumage—or rather, when had he ever not been so flamboyant? Seeing Louis enter with his five teammates, Lockhart smirked and stepped down from the platform, extending his hands in an attempt to shake hands from a distance.

As a gentleman among gentlemen, Louis was naturally not rude. He politely shook Professor Lockhart's outstretched hands and smiled sincerely.

But he himself didn't know how much of the smile on his face was genuine.

"Hello, Professor Louis, hello." Lockhart flashed his signature toothy smile at the reporters taking pictures, struck a few poses, then gestured for everyone to be quiet and said loudly, "Well then, let's have Minister Cornelius Fudge give his opening remarks for this duel."

Amidst enthusiastic applause, Fudge stood up, clapping along, and smiled approachably. After a moment, he stretched out his hands and gestured for everyone to be quiet.

After the applause ended, Fudge cleared his throat and gave himself a megaphone spell.

"You've all probably heard about this bet," Fudge said with a harmless smile, "Our young upstart, His Highness Louis Mountbatten, of noble birth." He emphasized the words "of noble birth" and "Mountbatten," probably to remind the wizarding world not to underestimate him because of his young age—this kid might very well be a vanguard sent by the Muggle royal family to infiltrate the wizarding world.

"Young people are always brave. He made a bet that around Christmas, he would choose five students from his second-year students, and Professor Lockhart would choose five students from his fifth-year students to duel—the wager being who would be in charge of the Defense Against the Dark Arts course for second-year students at Hogwarts in the future, and His Highness Louis could choose to teach any number of grades," Fudge said with a smile.

"Of course, I won't waste any more words. I'm sure everyone is eager to witness this rare duel." Fudge then turned to Dumbledore, feigning nonchalance, and asked, "Headmaster Dumbledore, is there anything you'd like to say?"

Headmaster Dumbledore tilted his head and looked back at him with a meaningful smile on his face, his half-moon-shaped glasses gleaming with an unpredictable light.

In fact, Fudge's behavior of usurping the host's position was somewhat excessive, even if he were the Minister of Magic. After all, Dumbledore is the headmaster of Hogwarts, and as the most powerful wizard in the wizarding world, he deserves respect.

But Dumbledore was known for his good temper and didn't want to say anything more.

Lewis understood perfectly what Dumbledore was up to. This was the same tactic Zheng Bo Ke Duan Yu Yan used: to destroy someone, you must first make them go mad.

When a person gets arrogant, their mindset becomes unbalanced, and therefore they will have weaknesses.

"No, I just wanted to remind everyone that friendship comes first, not competition. Let's not ruin the harmony."

With Dumbledore's deliberate indulgence, Fudge became even more arrogant.

"That's right, that's right." Fudge's smile was somewhat sinister, and it was unclear what he was thinking.

He then loudly announced, "Alright, I hereby declare—the duel officially begins!"

Lockhart also brought five classmates. It seems this guy is very clever; none of these classmates are Slytherin.

But Louis felt something was off, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

At that moment, George squeezed through and subtly tugged at Louis's sleeve. When Louis looked down, George peered around, made a shushing gesture, and slipped him a note.

"Compound decoction." The note was scrawled in what appeared to be Percy's handwriting, along with a warning to Chris Bernstein.

Louis flicked his hand, burned the note with Fiery Blaze, and looked up to see Lockhart on stage having his team members introduce themselves.

"Vesnina Ezel." The first voice was that of a woman with flaxen hair, and it sounded a little awkward, as if she was deliberately being affected.

Tifa coughed from the audience.

"From Ravenclaw," Vesnina added, her voice sounding much more normal this time.

The short, chubby boy behind him immediately followed up with his self-introduction: "Chris Bernstein, from Gryffindor."

"Bruce Topher, from Hufflepuff." He was a tall, thin upperclassman who looked like a can of pork next to a beer bottle when standing with the short, chubby boy.

"Cain Erin, from Ravenclaw." This was a boy with freckles on his face who looked rather simple and honest.

"Leon Coppert, from Ravenclaw." The last one was an older boy who looked like he was in prison, more like someone from Azkaban than Ravenclaw.

Upon hearing Chris Bernstein's self-introduction, Louis immediately thought of Percy's note. He understood perfectly well what it meant—these classmates had been secretly replaced by Lockhart or Fudge.

Use compound decoctions.

Not knowing where his real classmates were hiding, Louis felt uneasy. He beckoned to Ron, whispered a few words in his ear, and then Ron began to squeeze towards the main seating area.

After giving Ron his instructions, Louis led his five teammates onto the dueling platform.

Strangely enough, the five kids weren't nervous at all after stepping onto the dueling ring, especially Hermione, who looked at the senior students in front of her with a confident expression, as if she regarded them as mere ornaments to be sold.

After introducing themselves, Louis prepared to draw lots.

The rule of the draw is that the first person to draw gets to choose their opponent first. Louis was in a bit of an awkward position. Out of gentlemanly spirit, he let Lockhart draw first, but the kid was shameless enough to grab a crumpled piece of paper, unfold it, and he actually drew the first one.

The first match was between Vesnina from Ravenclaw, who chose Justin Finley, who was also from Ravenclaw.

Maybe they think that someone with an underbite is easier to bully?

(End of this chapter)