I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 155 Catherine's Assistance

In that instant, Louis even had the urge to chop Christa up and eat her.

Why bring up something you shouldn't say? That damned mother dragon...

He glared at Christa through gritted teeth, his eyes flashing with electricity, which terrified Christa so much that her hair stood on end.

Don't scare the dragon... It's really scary... Christa looked at Louis with teary eyes, her big, watery eyes looking pitiful and so endearing.

Vitali immediately perked up; if she didn't seize this opportunity, when would she? She was now as excited as a badger in a melon patch.

"What's so strange about that? They came in hand in hand. You should get your eyes checked, Chris," Catherine said to Christassa with a relaxed expression.

What a fuss!

But Louis saw the murderous glint in Catherine's eyes.

Hey, whether you stick your neck out or not, you'll still get stabbed. Do you think I, a proud old Londoner with the Union Jack, can be manipulated by a little cricket like you?

No way!

Vitalie's eyes, which had been watching the drama unfold, dimmed. What's this? Catherine isn't taking the bait at all. No fun...

After chatting for a few more minutes, Ye Ziyan decided to tidy up her office, and Louis asked Christa to come and help.

After everyone had left, Catherine changed into a cold noodle dish.

Seeing that something was wrong, Louis quickly went over and put his arm around Catherine's shoulder.

Catherine neither struggled nor looked at him, but simply stared straight ahead and asked calmly, "What kind of lies are you going to make up to fool me this time?"

"How could you tell such a lie?" Louis snuggled up to Catherine's snowy neck, inhaling her fragrance. His warm breath tickled Catherine, and she had no desire to stay angry anymore.

Actually, she wasn't angry at all; she was just asserting her dominance.

Louis, of course, knew that a way out still needed to be given, so he recounted Ye Ziyan's experiences and the hardships she had endured over the years.

She also emphasized the current situation, adding two personal remarks. The focus was not on "Ye Ziyan relying on him," but on "my own essence has also been damaged, and I also need her to complement it."

Lying is all about mixing falsehoods into the truth, and Louis, with his moral vacuum, understood this trick all too well.

As expected, Catherine took it to heart; her biggest concern was none other than Louis.

Her expression changed from indifference to anxiety.

But it was only a fleeting thought. She smiled and said to Louis, "How about we invite Sister Liv over for dinner tonight?"

Look, she's already calling me "sister" affectionately.

"Huh?" This question left Louis somewhat bewildered.

"I'll cook tonight." Catherine's words made Louis forget his awkwardness.

"That's great," Louise said, giving a thumbs-up.

Come to think of it, Catherine hasn't cooked in a long time.

"Alright, I won't keep you from visiting the professors and classmates any longer." Catherine gently stroked Louis's face with her delicate hand. "I'll invite Liv over later, and we'll have a casual dinner together tonight. As her girlfriend, I should thank her for everything she's done for you."

His words were full of profound meaning.

"Little Moon..." Louis's eyes welled up with tears.

With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for?

He hummed a little tune as he walked out of the office.

A while later, Christa, who had returned to her office, was also sent away by Catherine under some pretext.

With everything ready, Catherine walked out of her office and knocked on Ye Ziyan's door.

"Is that Catherine? The door's a little open, just come in." Ye Ziyan's voice came from inside. When Catherine pushed the door open, Ye Ziyan was in the bedroom packing the clothes she had brought.

"Aunt Liv," Catherine greeted her politely as she walked to her side.

From an angle where Ye Ziyan couldn't see, a bloodthirsty smile curled at the corner of her lips.

Ye Ziyan stopped tidying her clothes and straightened up to face Catherine.

Catherine was very close to her. Ye Ziyan's forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and the rich fragrance of Ye Ziyan, a mature woman, wafted into Catherine's nose from her collar. For a moment, she seemed to smell another sweet fragrance, but it vanished in an instant.

Catherine straightened her expression and explained her purpose to Ye Ziyan, emphasizing that it was her idea.

Ye Ziyan nodded in agreement, then took Catherine's hand and asked her to help her choose the clothes she would wear later.

"I don't know what you young people like, can you give me some suggestions?"

Ye Ziyan, her delicate hands adorned with pale pink nail polish, casually picked up a light blue cheongsam. The fine silk fabric was printed with the patterns of the Four Gentlemen of Flowers, and the collar was adorned with pearl buttons. The dress was tailored to flatter her figure while maintaining a dignified and elegant appearance.

Catherine chuckled, "Actually, Little Deer isn't that picky... He just really likes stockings, especially white ones. You can wear a pair for him to see."

As she spoke, Catherine handed over a pair of unopened white over-the-knee stockings.

After all, she was planning to wear black, and the two of them couldn't have the same color, right?

Ye Ziyan's expression darkened slightly, and she remained silent for a long time, so long that Catherine wondered if what she had just said was too rash and had frightened her.

However, she has no intention of changing it.

This afternoon, Ye Ziyan finally made a move. She frowned and reluctantly put on white stockings. After all, to match a cheongsam, you either need to wear bare legs or flesh-colored stockings. White stockings were just too incongruous.

But deep down she still wanted to give Louis some benefits, and eventually convinced herself, feeling increasingly confused about the hobbies of young people.

Although she was wearing them, Ye Ziyan still looked at the stockings on her legs with considerable disdain and decided to change into an outfit that wouldn't be so jarring with white stockings.

"You know him so well, you must wear white stockings to show him all the time, right? What do you usually wear? Help me figure out what clothes go well with these stockings so they don't look out of place."

Ye Ziyan racked her brains for a long time but couldn't think of any clothes that could match. With that in mind, she decided to ask Catherine for help.

Catherine was startled by Ye Ziyan's words and felt ashamed and indignant, wondering how to turn the tables.

Upon hearing Ye Ziyan's words, she picked up the white cheongsam she had noticed earlier, which was placed on the back of the sofa, and smiled at Ye Ziyan.

"I think this dress suits you quite well, what do you think, Aunt Liv?"

It was a cheongsam with an extremely high slit, so high that you could almost see...

Ye Ziyan blushed instantly upon seeing the cheongsam, while Catherine felt certain that she had won this time.

Little did she know that Ye Ziyan's thoughts were completely different from hers.

She had come intending to be a loving mother and look after little Louis. To dress more maturely, she even consulted with the elders in her family.

Unexpectedly, she brought along the "flashy" cheongsam that Solanlian had given her. Now she was making herself look like a shameless woman. How could she ever act like a proper adult again?

"I'm sorry to have made you laugh." Ye Ziyan raised her hand to touch her cheek, smiled shyly, and the Hetian jade ring on her hand and the mutton fat jade bracelet on her wrist complemented the rosy cheeks of the beautiful woman, making her a sight to behold.

"These are clothes I wore when I was young. I don't know why, but I brought them with me. I haven't worn them since I was old enough to understand things, and I'm starting to miss them."

She couldn't very well say, "This was a gift from your mom," so she wisely took the blame herself.

Catherine's smile faded, feeling a sense of powerlessness, like punching cotton.

Aunt Liv is more difficult to deal with than she imagined.

Seeing that Ye Ziyan was about to put the white cheongsam away, she could no longer suppress her sinful thoughts, drew her magic wand, and shot out a beam of white light in Ye Ziyan's astonished gaze.

"Incarcerous! (Immediately imprison them!)"

"Cassie... what are you going to do?"

Under Ye Ziyan's incredulous gaze, Catherine crumpled up Ye Ziyan's flesh-colored stockings and stuffed them into her mouth.

"Be a good girl and cooperate, Aunt Liv."

Ye Ziyan resignedly closed her eyes slowly. She understood that the truth had finally come out.

That's it, it's all my own doing.

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Louis, of course, had no idea that his own backyard was in turmoil; he was still chatting with Ron and the other two at Gryffindor.

The gift he received this year was different from last year's. He received a light blue scarf from Aunt Molly. As soon as he got the scarf, he put it around his neck. It was warm and cozy around his neck, which was perfect since the weather had been quite cold recently.

Ron was playing wizard chess with Harry. When he saw Louise arrive, he simply greeted her briefly and then continued playing.

Hermione also came out of the dormitory, a thick book tucked under her arm. Seeing the three of them huddled together, she walked over and muttered, "You guys are playing Wizard's Chess again? Take a break, why don't you go read a book?"

"Ugh, so annoying." Ron waved his hand impatiently.

"I'm talking to you, can't you hear me!" Hermione's voice rose an octave.

"Stop bothering me, okay!" Ron glanced at Hermione impatiently.

Hermione snapped, "I only said a couple of things to you and you're already annoyed! All I want is for you two to study properly, not to play Wizard's Chess all day!"

Distracted, Ron didn't notice that Harry had eaten the King. He stood up angrily and yelled at Hermione, "He's dead! It's all your fault! So annoying!"

Hermione wasn't about to back down, grabbing the thick book and slamming it down on Ron's back: "Ronald! Don't you have any conscience?!"

Although Ron was a bit of a jerk, at least he wouldn't fight back. Louis quickly grabbed Hermione and pleaded, "Hey, don't do this, Hermione, there are so many people watching, give your boyfriend some face..."

"Who...who is her boyfriend!" Before Hermione could even react, Ron was already indignant. His face was flushed, and even his freckles seemed to be tinged with red.

Hermione was almost brought to tears by Ron's series of outrageous actions; her small chest heaved violently, clearly furious.

If Louis hadn't stopped him, the book in his hand might have ended up on Ron's back.

"Alright, Hermione, really," Louise advised. "People can't be on edge all the time. They need to find some entertainment to relax. Don't be so strict. After all, it's a holiday."

"And you, Ron." After scolding Hermione, it was always Ron's turn: "You too, Hermione's behavior just now was wrong, wasn't it? It was wrong, but wasn't it also out of concern for you?"

"Your communication style is clearly problematic. We can't be so rough with our girlfriends. We're gentlemen, after all. Have you forgotten the principles of gentlemanly conduct?"

Ron immediately perked up.

"I...I'm a gentleman too?" he asked hesitantly, somewhat unsure of himself.

"Who among my friends, Louis, isn't a gentleman?" Louis snorted and patted Ron on the shoulder.

Ron then turned to Hermione somewhat awkwardly: "I'm sorry, Hermione, I was being rude just now."

Hermione waved her hand, replying like two elementary school students apologizing to each other: "Hey, I had a problem too. I didn't think it through. After all, you can't always be so tense, can you?"

"Ah, that's more like it." Louis chuckled. "Admitting your mistakes and correcting them, that's what makes a good comrade... When have you ever seen Catherine and I argue?"

Ron and Hermione exchanged a glance, both looking ashamed.

They didn't know whether Louis and his wife had actually argued... but in reality, the two of them hadn't really had any conflicts, except for that one during the summer vacation, which was caused by the devil, not by either of them.

If you believe the devil's instigation, you've already lost.

"But then again, I do want to develop a game similar to Wizard's Chess." Louis picked up the knight on the chessboard and examined it closely. It was indeed very well made, but the pieces didn't have that cool special effect when they fought. This made Louis, who had experienced the visual pollution of various games in later generations, very unhappy, extremely unhappy.

This technology is simple to use on a computer, but applying it to a real chessboard like this... he doesn't know whether it's difficult or not.

Try asking Lian when you have time, see if she's heard of similar technology or knows anyone with expertise in it.

Ron and Harry were intrigued, with Harry saying without hesitation, "I definitely have to try it first, it's from Lewis, uh..."

At this point, he recalled the torment he experienced in the mirror world and hesitated for a moment, wondering whether he should continue to deceive them.

They continued to deceive people against their conscience.

Ron looked at Louise with a hint of expectation in his eyes; he didn't want to provoke Hermione again.

Silly child, you're already showing signs of being tamed.

Harry wanted to say something more, but then he heard George calling from outside.

"Louis—"

"Catherine wants you to come home for dinner—" This is Fred.

Louis felt a chill run down his spine. Good heavens, why did he have this strange feeling of Jia Junpeng?

After saying goodbye to the three little ones, Louis returned to his office and saw Catherine, dressed in a black dress, sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed, waiting for him.

"Where have you been? You look so sad..." Catherine asked with concern.

"A moment of silence for Ron." Louis shrugged and took off his coat, hanging it on the hanger.

"What's wrong with him?"

"Ron? Oh, Ron's done for. He's about to be bridled, castrated, and taken to the mill." Louis's tone was tinged with sadness.

Catherine tilted her head, smiled slightly, and asked, "Is he dating...Granger?"

"Oh, no, but it'll be soon..." Louis said, looking around and sniffing, but he couldn't find any dinner anywhere. He couldn't help but ask curiously, "Didn't you say I was going home for dinner? Why don't I see any food?"

"Of course," Catherine smiled, a very charming smile.

She stood up, walked over with a cat-like gait, grabbed Louis by the collar, and led him toward the bedroom.

As they reached the bedroom door, Catherine whispered in his ear, "It's a feast, a feast that will absolutely satisfy you... a feast."

"Oh?" Louis immediately became interested. What kind of feast would they have to eat in the bedroom?

Could it be that Little Moon is planning something?

With that thought in mind, Louis pushed open the door.

The result, however, took him by surprise.

Louis's first reaction was to mentally call out to Christa.

Today, keep a close watch on the door. Even if it's the King of Heaven himself, don't let him into my office!

(End of this chapter)