I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 149 Armstrong Cyclone Acceleration Jet Armstrong Cannon

Building snowmen is a long-standing activity with a long history in both the East and the West.

Some people say that building snowmen in the East originated from the West, but this is not true. There are poems from the Song Dynasty that prove this. People build snow lions to play with on snowy days. The only difference between building snowmen in the East and West is whether or not carrots are used. This was not difficult for the daughters of Song Dynasty officials. They could use agate hammers without carrots.

Having studied in Northeast China for a few years in his previous life, Louis had built quite a few snowmen. Speaking of which, one has to mention the wildness of the students from Harbin. Because his older sister in his previous life liked watching Korean dramas, Louis's impression of snowball fights was always that of a boy and a girl, taking turns throwing snowballs—a very romantic activity.

Until he went to school in Harbin.

I still remember the first heavy snowfall in October that year. His roommates called him out to have a snowball fight. The eldest of them specifically told him to cover himself up well. At the time, Louis didn't take it seriously and happily went downstairs and made a snowball. As soon as he looked up, he saw three big men rushing over, lifting him up, swinging him around for a while, and then throwing him into a snowdrift that was half a meter high.

What followed was the inhumane act of being buried alive, and Louis still feels a lingering fear whenever he thinks about it.

He, beneath the snowdrift, resembled Scott in Zweig's writing.

It should be said that the students at Hogwarts haven't yet unleashed their inner beasts, so they're still quite elegant; at least everyone is earnestly building snowmen.

Just as they had chosen a spot to build a snowman, Harry and Ron ran over to ask Louis if he had any good ideas.

Louis shrugged, glanced at Catherine who was enthusiastically directing the snow pile with her wand, and decided that he should build another one himself.

"I want to build Armstrong Cyclone Jet Armstrong Guns," Louis said.

The two little ones were shocked. Such a prestigious name…

Louis almost instantly rolled out a long cannon barrel and stuck it in the ground. After thinking for a moment, he felt that something was missing, so he placed two snowball cannonballs next to it.

"Good heavens, Louise, what are you doing!" Hermione's voice rang out.

When Louis looked over, he saw Hermione's face flushed red with embarrassment, as if to say, "How could you do this? I must have misjudged you."

"Oh, this is the Armstrong Cyclone Jet Armstrong Cannon," Louis said in a serious tone.

"This is clearly..." Hermione exclaimed, pointing a finger at Louis's masterpiece, her face flushed red and she couldn't speak.

That sentence was too embarrassing to say, too difficult.

"I still suggest you think more healthily, Hermione." Louise shrugged. "Girls like you who are going through puberty shouldn't be thinking about all sorts of things."

"But..." Hermione continued pointing at Louis's masterpiece, speechless after being teased by Louis, stomping her little feet angrily on the ground.

Just as I was wondering what to say, I heard Dumbledore's voice in my ear.

"Wow, young people are really energetic. When it snows, they always build some snow sculptures."

"Headmaster, look at Lewis's..." Hermione pointed at Lewis's masterpiece, about to complain, but then saw Dumbledore looking at Lewis's masterpiece with a look of realization.

"Oh, isn't this the Armstrong Accelerated Cyclone Armstrong Cannon? It's incredibly well-made..." Dumbledore seemed to recall some history, or perhaps he was talking to himself: "Back then, the Ottoman Empire commissioned craftsmen to build this cannon in order to breach the walls of Constantinople. The vibrant energy and the flourishing of all things are still vivid in my mind..."

"Huh?" Hermione was stunned. How come this is different from the script she had in mind?

Is the last glory of our Christian world being shattered by such vile things?

"Oh, it's Professor Dumbledore," Louis greeted him. "Professor, why aren't you busy with snow sculpting? Why are you strolling around here instead?"

"I've got it all set up... Ha, look over there." Dumbledore pointed to a tall snow sculpture in the distance.

Oh, I can tell, it's Dumbledore, but in bee form. The headmaster even gave himself a butt, painted with yellow and black patterns, with a wand stuck at the tip, probably to pretend to be a stinger; he also installed two antennae on the sculpture's head, making him look silly.

"Wow...that's amazing..." Hermione was immediately drawn to the Dumbledore sculpture.

Looking back at Louis's sculpture, his eyes have become beady.

Hermione glanced at Louise with disdain and curled her lip: "Even if your sculpture is that cannon or something, it's still far too rudimentary..."

"What do you know? What do you know? Huh? Cannons are a man's romance!" Louis said indignantly. So what if Dumbledore's sculpture was a bit taller, more detailed, more realistic, and more lifelike? How is my cannon inferior to his?

Headmaster Dumbledore hummed a little tune as he walked away to continue inspecting the students' sculptures.

"Hey, stop fiddling with it," Louis said to Harry and Ron, who were still fiddling with the cannonball. "I actually have a not-so-mature idea..."

"What are you thinking?" they asked curiously.

"How about..." Louis slapped his fist on his hand, "How about we put a bee's rear end on the back of our cannons too!"

Hermione looked utterly exasperated: "Please, Louise... this is just stitching things together, it's plagiarizing Dumbledore, it's not a mature idea at all, okay?"

But Ron and Harry excitedly chimed in, "Yeah, how come I didn't think of that? Louis, you're so quick-witted!"

"Haha... not at all..." Louis said, using magic to conjure a bee's rear end and attaching it to the back of the cannon barrel.

"You guys... uh..." Hermione was clearly at a loss for words.

She looked up and saw Professor Snape walking over.

Yes! Professor Snape has always disliked his students, especially in this situation—it's the perfect opportunity to deduct points! He'll definitely intervene and won't let Lewis run wild in the abyss of sin…

Thinking of this, she greeted him, "Professor Snape..."

"Oh wow, isn't this the Armstrong Cyclone Jet Armstrong Cannon? It's really well-made..." Professor Snape said with a smirk, his face expressionless.

"..." Hermione stared wide-eyed, looking utterly incredulous.

She was starting to have existential doubts. Could this thing really be some kind of cannon? Dumbledore's penchant for playing around was one thing, but why was Professor Snape doing the same…?

"Professor, don't you think...this cannon looks...something?" Hermione finally asked the question that had been bothering her.

Snape slowly turned his head, looking at Hermione with extreme disdain, and said slowly, "I know that young witches your age often have wild thoughts because of puberty, but I suggest that you maintain a pure heart when it comes to art, and not tarnish the pure and noble art of the world..."

Hermione was almost going crazy, ahhhhh... could it really be that I'm not pure anymore?

Tired, destroy it.

"Professor, do you also participate in sculpture activities?" Louis asked, looking up.

"Of course there are. Look, over there, a doe." Although Snape's expression was blank and his voice was emotionless, all four of them could hear the boastfulness in his words.

It must be said that the Potions Master's sculpting skills are also superb. The two doe are incredibly lifelike, seemingly whispering to each other.

But why both ends?

Louis, of course, knew this, but with his high emotional intelligence, he didn't even ask.

"Wow... I never imagined the professor's sculpting skills were so high... These two doe really look like they've come to life..." Ron exclaimed sincerely.

"Thanks to your discerning eye, Mr. Weasley, Gryffindor gets a point." Snape surprisingly added a point to Gryffindor's score.

Then, one sentence from Louis completely broke him down.

"But they are dead after all." The bitterness in Louis's words was palpable to everyone; it was utterly bitter…

"Slytherin, deduct ten points!" Snape said with a dark face, and floated away like a bat.

The three little ones looked at the dumbfounded Louis and burst into laughter.

Hermione laughed the loudest, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Seriously, Louise, I think you should... uh, um, change the sculpture instead of this cannon that's so easy to misunderstand..." Hermione finally changed her mind, but still insisted on the point that it was "easy to misunderstand".

"It's the Armstrong Cyclone Jet Armstrong Cannon!" Louis corrected. "Don't even think about slandering my sacred sculptures. You know, every sculpture is as lovely as a child in the eyes of its sculptor..."

Hermione stared at the sculpture, thinking, "Your child is already this small..."

You mean to say it's vulgar, right?

As he spoke, Louis attached a stag antler to the top of the cannon.

When it comes to sewing, it should always be done thoroughly, drawing on the strengths of various methods...

Hermione was speechless. She sighed and prepared to sit on the floor to think about what she could build.

The three men in front of me didn't seem reliable at all.

"Oh, Hermione." A soft, seductive voice rang in her ears. She turned around and saw Vitalis.

"Ah, Miss Helix..." Hermione replied quickly.

But Vitali quickly turned her attention to Louis's masterpiece.

"Isn't this the Armstrong Cyclone Jet Armstrong Cannon? It's really well-made..." Vitalie exclaimed with a dreamy look in her eyes, glancing at the cannon one moment and then at Louis the next, her small, scarlet tongue constantly tracing across her upper lip.

Hermione was shocked once again. She no longer doubted whether that "Ash Cannon" actually existed in history; what she now doubted was whether she was indeed mentally unhealthy...

"Back in the European war, Germany once used this cannon to bombard Paris... Under General Gallieri's leadership, they finally thwarted Germany's plot... Haha, France was truly invincible!" Vitali's tone was filled with nostalgia for the glory of France.

"Grand Marshal, Here I Come." Louis rolled his eyes, trying to shatter Vitalis's dream with the title of a song.

Of course, this song also has a reference: it's the national anthem of the Vichy regime, a personal ode to Philippe Pétain...

Yes, it's the French national anthem after their surrender, a story that lasted longer than even the building in Grenoble, the father of France.

"Ugh QWQ..." Vitalie broke down instantly. She looked at Louis with a resentful expression, saying nothing, her eyes filled with accusation and sorrow.

"I hope you don't forget the contributions of taxi drivers, and stop attributing all the credit to individuals," Louis continued, adding, "Of course, if this is a characteristic of your country, I can understand..."

Vitali suddenly wanted to tear down her statue.

"So, what is Miss Helix's statue?" Hermione quickly changed the subject, afraid that Vitalie might burst into tears on the spot.

Vitali snorted and pointed to the Louis statue not far away.

Wow, he should be called the adult version of Louis. Judging from his body proportions, he should be at least 1.8 meters tall.

But this giant sculpture of Louis is about four or five people tall. He wears a high-collared trench coat, holds a lion-head cane, and has the most gentlemanly demeanor imaginable. His expression is like a fan, with three parts pampering, three parts disdain and four parts indifference.

A typical female-oriented production.

"I mean, isn't Miss Helix exaggerating Louis's height?" Hermione said, pouting. "Proportionally speaking, Louis's legs aren't that long at all!"

"What do you know! Silly girl!" Louis scoffed, arms crossed, looking at the sculpture with admiration. "Not bad, not bad, this is totally me grown up..."

The trio all looked like they didn't know this person... Isn't that a bit too narcissistic? Even if you're handsome, and you really are handsome, you can't just brag about it, right?

"Hey, what are you guys talking about?"

"Oh, we were talking about Miss Helix's statue." Hermione turned around and saw Catherine, with Christaza beside her, who was eating mochi one after another.

"Is this it?" Catherine asked, pointing to Louis's statue. Then she frowned, looking at the antlers and the bee's rear end. "Look at what you've done to this perfectly good Armstrong Cyclone Jet Armstrong Cannon... But the level of completion is really high..."

Hermione was completely speechless. She had now fully accepted the fact that it was indeed Louise's dirty mind and her biased view of her.

"I remember my mother once told me that when the Ottoman Empire was conquering the west, this cannon was used to blast open the walls of Vienna... If it weren't for the timely intervention of the Winged Hussars, Europe would probably be..." At this point, Catherine suddenly stopped talking.

"No, it's not that... it's the Louis statue over there..." Hermione whispered a reminder.

Catherine's expression changed instantly. She squinted at Vitalis, then followed Hermione's pointing finger and saw the tall statue of Louis.

"Hehe..." Catherine's laughter carried an ominous aura, causing the three little ones and Louis present to feel a chill run down their spines.

(End of this chapter)