I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 151 Today's Dinner at the Worley House

Louis recognized her; the person under the cloak must be Tifa.

Judging from the direction she came out, she should have come from the direction of the underground restroom.

He quickly cast a Disillusionment Charm and followed after her, intending to see what Tifa had done.

When they reached the corner, Tifa seemed to melt into the darkness and vanished without a trace.

Louis was not giving up and looked around for a long time, but still couldn't find any clues.

Left with no other option, he returned to his office, intending to analyze the current situation with Catherine.

"You mean... you saw Assistant Tifa come out of the basement restroom with your own eyes?" Catherine's gaze was somewhat grave in the office.

“Yes.” Louis tapped the table. “What would she be doing over there so late at night? If it was just to use the restroom, there’s no need to go to the basement. The Defense Against the Dark Arts office has a private bathroom. And just now, Justin was attacked. It’s hard not to be suspicious…”

"You mean?" Catherine asked, intrigued.

"Very likely." Louis paused for a moment before continuing, "She seemed to have realized someone was following her, so she apparently used some kind of trick to escape my sight."

"Some kind of trick?" Catherine repeated it emphatically.

"A little trick I don't know about, isn't it just one kind of trick?" Louis shrugged.

What you said makes so much sense, I'm speechless.

"However... in my opinion, she is indeed highly suspicious." Catherine, who was sitting on the sofa, shifted to a more comfortable position and crossed her legs high.

Louis turned to her and asked curiously, "What makes you say that?"

"Do you remember when Luna's Daily Prophet once badmouthed Lockhart?"

Seeing Louis nod, Catherine continued, "At the time, you thought Lockhart might have done it, but we've been overlooking one thing: as Lockhart's sister, Tifa also had a motive..."

"No way, isn't Tifa supposed to hate Lockhart?" Louis asked, frowning.

Catherine covered her mouth and chuckled: "Just take what women say with a grain of salt. You'd be a fool to actually believe it..."

Upon hearing this, Louis clenched his fist and slapped his palm, as if suddenly realizing something, and said, "So when you said no, what you really meant was 'yes'?"

"What do you mean, 'can't I...'" Catherine asked, frowning, then immediately realized what she meant, tilting her head slightly with a blush on her cheeks and muttering, "Actually, if you had asked again back then, I really would have agreed..."

"Well..." Louis tried to make a request, but Catherine glared at him and stopped him.

He shrugged, somewhat helplessly, and said, "Well, if it really is her, what should we do? There's no concrete evidence yet that she's the one who summoned the basilisk."

"I have an idea," Catherine said, straightening up her long legs that had been crossed over her shoulders.

"Tell me about it." Louis was quite looking forward to it, since Catherine rarely gave him advice on this matter.

Catherine mimicked Louis, clenching one fist and pounding it on her other palm, her voice excited: "How about we restrain Tifa and Lockhart first, and then slowly gather evidence... Hey! What are you doing?"

Louis chopped Catherine on the head, interrupting her surreal speech.

"You really take muscles to the extreme, Little Moon," Louis said helplessly. Is this woman's brain all muscles?

"Don't you think about it? It's easy to control them, but what about afterwards? What if they spread the word?"

Catherine looked at Louis with an expression as if he were an idiot: "Have you forgotten the spell called 'forget everything'?"

A question mark slowly appeared above Louis's head.

However, upon closer examination, I found that although this matter sounded very improbable, it still seemed vaguely feasible.

That does seem to make some sense...

"If Master thinks that forgetting everything is not safe, then Remonia can devour them. Don't worry, no one will find out... Hehehehehe." Remonia interjected from the side, her tone just like a classic villain in a TV series, and even her laughter didn't sound like a good thing.

"Alright, alright... let's stop this for now. Why don't we ask Sister Solanlian what she thinks when we get home?" Louis quickly stopped them from continuing to offer their opinions. He was joking, though; if things continued like this, who knew what strange and outlandish theories might emerge.

Judging from Catherine's tone, she was serious.

Judging from Remonia's expression, she was even more serious...

Sigh, I'm so young, yet I've already shouldered so much.

I'm so tired.

However, before going home, he still chose to go to the principal's office.

Louis had a feeling that Dumbledore knew who the real culprit was, and that the old man was probably planning to hone his skills.

This was also the blind spot that suddenly came to his mind as he stood in front of the principal's office—since Dumbledore could save people from the Basilisk's sight, there was no reason why she wouldn't know who the real culprit was.

Louis asked Dumbledore directly, but Dumbledore coughed and changed the subject.

"It's quite foggy outside today, Louis. Older people tend to cough more easily when the weather changes, I hope you don't mind..."

Louis thought to himself, "If you cough any longer, your trachea is going to come out..."

"Oh, it's nothing, Professor." Louis nodded politely. "I understand, after all, it's been sunny outside for three or four days now..."

Dumbledore looked at him with a resentful gaze, the meaning of which was clear: if you don't expose me, we can still be good friends.

Louis shrugged and asked again, "So, Professor, shouldn't Fudge also come and urge you to step down?"

"Not recently. At least we should have a peaceful Christmas, and then we'll rally the board members who are on his side to collectively remove me as headmaster." Dumbledore seemed to be talking about something unrelated. He raised his sugared tea and made a toasting gesture towards Louis.

"We'll talk about that when you step down. I'm going home with Catherine for Christmas."

Before leaving the principal's office, Louis also took a handful of candy from the table.

The black and yellow packaging looks quite interesting, but I wonder what it tastes like.

Louis, walking down the street, took out a red candy and popped it into his mouth.

Then he spat it out again, grinning and retching, revealing a bitter face.

Damn it, I've been tricked! This isn't candy, it's clearly Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans...

These spicy Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans are probably ghost pepper flavored.

No wonder Old Deng had such a mysterious smile on his face when I took the candy earlier; he was waiting for me here.

It took Louis a while to calm the burning sensation in his mouth before he returned to his office.

It must be admitted that the Floo Network is indeed a great invention, at least that's what Louis thinks. Otherwise, he would still have to rely on the Hogwarts Express to get home, and his life would have been wasted on trains.

The train was supposed to be an express train, but in reality... it wasn't much different in speed from the old green K-series trains I rode in my previous life.

As soon as Louis stepped out of the fireplace, he was taken aback by the festive atmosphere in the house—the living room was filled with all kinds of Christmas decorations, and even the clothes rack used for temporary hanging had been turned into reindeer antlers, with several Santa hats and various Christmas-specific tassel decorations placed on it. Louis even found several small reindeer dolls on the piano in the corner.

"I have to admit, Little Moon," Louis said, looking around the living room with a click of his tongue. "My grandfather once said that women in this world are like birds, but I'd say there are woodpeckers and magpies, but your mother might be a wild grouse..."

Then he was stepped on by Catherine.

"Your mother is the grouse!" she said angrily.

Louis was chuckling in his throat when suddenly someone grabbed his cheek from behind.

"Huh? What's going on? I think I heard someone saying bad things about me?" Solanlian's voice sounded behind him.

Louis's little face was being kneaded and rubbed in her hands, changing shape as he mumbled, "Sister Lian... I was wrong..."

"I think you're completely oblivious to your own mistakes." Solanlian is a seasoned veteran, how could she be fooled by a scumbag like Louis? Her gaze was unfriendly, and her hands kept moving, or perhaps it was because Louis's smooth and delicate face felt too good to touch.

"I was really wrong, dear sister." Louise looked up, enduring the pain from her distorted and rough little face, and looked at Solanlian with a very sincere and pitiful gaze.

Solanlian then let go of Louis with a soft hum, and hugged him back into her arms.

"Oh, I do miss you guys."

Louis struggled weakly, muttering, "Let me go... let me go... I'm suffocating..."

"Mom!" Catherine said reproachfully, walking over and pulling Louis away, only to be hugged and suffocated by her own mother.

Seriously, they're like facehuggers, always looking for an opportunity to shove someone inside.

After finally managing to pull out Catherine, whose face was flushed, Louis looked at Sollian with some embarrassment.

"How have you been lately, Sister Lian?"

"Not good. It seems that some ungrateful little thing has forgotten that I, as her older sister, exist." Solanlian looked at Louis with displeasure, her phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, as if she were looking at Louis to see which part of him would be easy to take advantage of.

"Uh, I'm busy with school, right, Little Moon?" Louis quickly asked for help from the sidelines.

Catherine, realizing she couldn't side with outsiders, nodded repeatedly, "I can vouch for you, Little Deer is indeed very busy..."

"Busy? Hmph!" Solanlian's voice was slightly cold: "Really? I see you're quite happy every day..." Then she turned her head and looked Catherine up and down.

"Little Moon is quick... Mr. Deer has been completely devoured by you."

Solanlian's voice was full of sarcasm, which made Catherine extremely embarrassed.

"Mom...how could you say that!" Catherine protested, pulling Louis towards the fireplace. "Little Deer, let's go. We're not spending Christmas with this wicked woman..."

"Come on, let's go together." Louis obediently followed Catherine's lead and walked towards the fireplace.

Solanlian quickly took out her wand and turned off the fireplace, soothingly saying, "Alright, alright, look at your little moon, Mom was just joking."

"Hmph, you're not joking!" Catherine's gaze turned hostile.

"Alright, alright, Mom was wrong, okay? Do you really have the heart to let me spend Christmas alone at home?" As she said this, Solanlian's eyes reddened, and she gently touched the corner of her eye with her fingers as if wiping it, looking genuinely heartbroken.

"Hmph." Catherine then crossed her arms and huffed, appearing very magnanimous: "Alright, I'll forgive you this time."

Louis immediately changed the subject to give them a way out: "Um, what are we having for dinner tonight?"

Solanlian rolled her eyes at him and picked up the bag in her left hand: "Lemon roasted spring chicken, garlic mayonnaise sourdough bread, garlic butter shrimp, bacon-wrapped asparagus, and some roasted vegetables... Let me think, it should be served with some chicken thigh meat. The weather is so cold, I should also prepare a cream of mushroom soup."

"As for the main course, it's of course the Worley family's traditional roasted lamb chops with baby potatoes and caramelized carrots. To cater to Mr. Deer, I've also prepared roasted steak... Oh, by the way, I have a question for you all. What flavor of soufflé crust would you prefer, blueberry or chocolate?"

"Chocolate!" they both answered in unison.

"Calm down, my darlings." Solanlian blinked and hummed a tune as she walked into the kitchen.

A moment later, she poked half her body out of the kitchen.

"If you're hungry, you can have a caramel pudding, but don't eat too much, just one serving!"

Louis perked up immediately. Having disliked sweets in his previous life, he had surprisingly developed a growing fondness for them after being reborn in Daiying. He happily looked at Catherine and asked, "I'll have one. What about you?"

"I'll go get you one, you wait here." Catherine took off her coat and hung it on the antlers beside her. "I'm going to take a shower in a bit, then I'll help Mom cook."

"Okay, I'll have to wash up after you're done..." As soon as he said it, Louis felt really awkward, as if he hadn't cleaned off the ashes from the stove that he had just picked up.

It must be admitted that Solanlian's cooking skills are truly exceptional. Louis scooped up the caramel pudding with a spoon and unknowingly finished it all.

He went to the kitchen, pushed open the door, and peeked in, asking, "Sister Lian, is there any more pudding? I haven't had enough."

"You can't eat anymore, we still need to eat dinner later." Solanlian held a rice spoon in one hand and put her other hand on her hip. "If you eat your fill now, there won't be room in your stomach for the good food later."

"Huh?" Louis was a little disappointed; the box of pudding had already whetted his appetite.

"How about I make you a Margarita?" Solanlian suggested. "After you drink it, you can lie down on the sofa and take a nap, okay?"

"I'm not an adult yet, Sister Lian..." Louis's face darkened.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot." Solanlian then realized that Louis's age was not suitable for drinking.

(End of this chapter)