I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 165 End of Semester

Louis had to use a lot of persuasion to finally make Ye Ziyan happy.

After learning about the Fire Keeper's role, the two women's attitudes completely changed, once again making Louis realize that women are chameleons.

Only Christa was unhappy, feeling that her status in the family had diminished.

The final exams were also in full swing. After the last Potions class was over, it would be Louis's turn for Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Yes, the subject of the exam is practical.

Contrary to the original plan, Louis intended for them to venture into the Catacombs of Carthus, but the Mirror World suddenly updated with new features.

Each player can choose to fight against their own clone or choose a clone of someone else.

Getting injured is impossible; it's absolutely out of the question in the mirror world. Products from Louis are generally reliable.

This caused quite a stir; the exam location was changed from the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom to the Great Hall, and students from all grades came to watch the spectacle.

After all, life is so tough these days, who wouldn't want to find some fun to do when they have nothing to do?

This exam was somewhat like a variety show from later times. Behind the podium was a large screen, with judges sitting in the main seats, and students waiting for their turn to take the exam, as well as other students from other grades watching the spectacle.

There were also many parents who had nothing better to do, so Louis even had the system secretly record the battle footage to send to those parents who hadn't come to watch the spectacle.

Hmm... Harry doesn't need to send one. Let's just keep one for Sirius to have some fun.

Harry: I f***ing...

The order is still alphabetical by last name, but this time the name is called by Snape instead of Professor McGonagall.

It was only after much persuasion from Lewis that Snape reluctantly accepted it.

"Hannah Abbott!" Snape said, his eyes half-open as he looked at the parchment roster in his hand. His voice was loud, but still greasy.

When Hannah stood up, she tripped and almost fell over.

The laughter from the onlookers was not well-intentioned; it was pure schadenfreude.

Hogwarts is not the idyllic place everyone imagines it to be; bullying still exists objectively.

Hannah gripped the blacksmith's hammer tightly, turned around and glared at the onlookers, her fierce gaze sending a chill down their spines.

Of course, it might not be a matter of eyesight; the main thing is that Hannah's blacksmith's hammer looked like something not to be trifled with.

After turning behind the screen, they entered the mirror world, and Hannah looked at the options in front of her, somewhat perplexed.

Option one is to fight against yourself, option two is to randomly select a classmate, and option three is to face three red-eyed Lothric knights at the same time.

Hannah thought for a moment and then chose three red-eyed Lothric knights.

With the countdown on, at three, two, one, Hannah first used obstacles to trap two knights, then swung her blacksmith's hammer in a wide arc at the last knight charging towards her, producing a huge thud that smashed the Lothric knight's helmet and head to pieces.

For Hannah, who was a blacksmith, battles were simple, unpretentious, and tedious.

When she came out, everyone around her fell silent.

Those who had mocked her didn't even dare to raise their heads, afraid of being remembered by Hannah.

Dumbledore was the first to raise his sign and give it 100 points; the three heads of the house also readily gave it full marks, only Snape reluctantly pulled a long face, glanced at Lewis, and still gave Hannah 99 points.

It's true that there was some personal grudge involved.

The students also gave their scores, with most scoring between 100 and 99. Only a few Slytherin students who couldn't stand seeing others do well gave 90.

Shameless, but not utterly shameless—that was Louis's assessment of his own college. He shook his head and raised his hand, giving it a perfect score.

If the people are guilty, the guilt lies with them; what does it have to do with me?

Before long, it was Hermione's turn. She was also the first person to choose to fight her own clone.

On the big screen, two identical Hermiones are staring at each other, but they are easy to distinguish. One of the Hermiones has a pale blue face, somewhat like the illusion of a character using a split axe in Dota.

Louis still doesn't understand the principle behind the blue illusion.

This was an absolutely spectacular battle, with both sides evenly matched. Hermione handled everything with ease, from Polymorph to various minor curses and Defense Against the Dark Arts. Even Catherine whispered her approval.

You have to understand that she's always been the kind of person who's arrogant and haughty, so getting her to praise others is really a pipe dream.

This should be the first welding competition at Hogwarts. Hermione's skills would have earned her a model worker award if she were compared to Big Brother from decades ago.

After a thrilling battle, the clone Hermione was struck by the original Hermione's Petrify skill and then shattered into dust.

"Birds of a feather flock together," goes the saying, referring to the replication of Mrs. Weasley's craftsmanship from several years later.

Even the notoriously demanding Slytherins reluctantly gave her a perfect score this time.

……

The exam lasted a day and a half, and the semester was considered over after the results were released.

Louise was in a cubicle with Ye Ziyan and Catherine, and they had only exchanged a few words about astronomy when Harry called them away.

Magic can be used on the vehicle, and these are the last few hours they can legally use magic.

"Want to try something more exciting?" Fred pulled a few small packages of cylinders out of his pocket.

"What's this?" Harry looked over curiously and immediately recognized it: "Ah! It's a firework!"

Hermione looked at the fireworks in the twins' hands with a hint of skepticism: "I think, uh, playing with this in such a confined space must be quite dangerous..."

"Oh, this is different from the gunpowder and fireworks we Muggles have," Harry explained with a grin. "Don't worry, it won't hurt us or the train."

As they spoke, Fred and George exchanged a glance and threw their fireworks—at Louis.

The fireworks exploded in front of him with great effort, like a miniature fireworks display; the tiny, sparkling lights looked incredibly cute. Hermione also let go of her initial fear and even began to like these little gadgets.

"Where can I buy these things?" she asked. "Uh, well, I'm thinking of buying some to take home and play with, since Mom and Dad haven't seen them yet."

It wasn't that she wanted to play it herself; Hermione genuinely wanted to show her parents the novelties of the wizarding world.

"Give me your address, I'll mail you some when I get home." George held out his hand. "I think I can come in person too, after all, our little Ronnie will definitely miss you during the summer vacation..."

Hermione blushed deeply at her words, but she generously replied, "Of course you're welcome to come to my house. Speaking of which, Mom and Dad really like your family."

With that, Hermione tore a piece of parchment from her notebook and wrote her address on it.

"Then it's settled." George took the parchment and patted Ron earnestly, but Ron resisted by raising his shoulder.

"Our little Ronnie is shy." George laughed happily; teasing Ron was a daily pastime for the twins.

Gradually, the Hogwarts Express slowed down, and everyone knew that they were about to arrive at King's Cross Station.

Before stopping, Harry took out his quill and a piece of parchment, scribbled a few things, and then turned to Ron and Hermione.

"Here's the phone number," he said to Ron, then tore the parchment in two and handed them to the two of them. "Last summer, I told your father how to use the phone, he'll understand. Don't forget to call me at the Dursleys, okay? The thought of only being able to talk to Dudley for two whole months makes my head spin."

They had already gotten off the car when they started talking.

"Your aunt and uncle will be so proud of you if they hear about your grades this year, won't they?" Hermione looked at Harry meaningfully—Harry was actually second, just one point behind her.

This inevitably made her feel a sense of crisis.

Louis didn't take the exam, so he's not included in the rankings. His current treatment is almost the same as a professor's, except he doesn't get a salary...

Oh, and Professor McGonagall also teased him, saying he was like the vice-principal of Hogwarts, bringing his own food to provide benefits for the professors.

Harry immediately objected to Hermione's words: "Pride? Are you out of your mind? If they're proud of my grades, then I'll eat...eat upside down!"

Harry wanted to say "eat snow," but... he refrained from using such a vulgar language.

"I don't believe it. All parents in the world want what's best for their children." With that, they passed through the magic wall.

Since Christa was carrying all the luggage, Louise walked very fast, staying close to the group.

"Then why don't you two make a bet? Since Harry said he'd eat upside down if he lost, what about you, Hermione?" Louise started stirring things up like crazy.

"Hmph, then I'll eat upside down too!" Hermione glared at Louis, seemingly annoyed by his meddling.

As they were talking, they saw the Dursleys family of three not far away.

Before Harry could say anything, Uncle Vernon staggered up to them, waving, "Harry! Harry, oh, my dear nephew..."

That sounds incredibly cheesy.

"How are things at school?" Uncle Vernon put his arm around Harry's thin shoulder, the strong smell of his body odor making Harry roll his eyes.

"It's alright, not bad," Harry replied.

Uncle Vernon didn't answer immediately because he saw Louise next to Harry.

"Your Highness." He quickly released Harry and bowed.

Harry gasped for breath, feeling as if he had been squeezed by Uncle Vernon for an entire century, and for the first time in his life, he felt the fresh air was wonderful.

"Hello, Mr. Dursley." Louis nodded politely and patted Harry on the shoulder. "Harry came in second in his class at school, so I think you might want to celebrate today."

Uncle Vernon's face showed shock, which was quickly replaced by elation. He picked Harry up again and turned to Aunt Petunia and Dudley, saying, "Harry came in second! My goodness, I'm so proud of him!"

Petunia also had a happy face, seemingly genuinely happy for Harry.

"If Lily were here, that would be so wonderful," Aunt Petunia said abruptly, staring straight at Harry.

In Louise's view, she actually still had deep feelings for Lily. As for her attitude towards Harry, that's a different matter, and we'd better not use the standards of moral saints to judge ordinary people.

Harry, on the other hand, looked like he'd swallowed a fly. He stood there stunned for a long time, even subconsciously ignoring Uncle Vernon's body odor.

He mechanically turned to look at Louise and Hermione, who were both mouthing the same words.

"Eating upside down."

Harry was completely devastated...

……

Since Solanlian was away on a business trip to the Ministry of Magic in the United States, and no one was home, Catherine decided to go back with Louis first.

When I got home, Grandpa was fishing in the garden.

Yes, fishing in the garden. Because of some unpleasant things that happened a few years ago, my aunt had always strictly forbidden my grandfather from going near lakes or anything like that. But as a naval officer, my grandfather had a natural affinity for water, so he built an artificial lake in the garden.

Yes, it's not a pond, it's an artificial lake...

"Grandpa, I'm back," Louis greeted.

Grandpa looked back and the fishing rod in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

"What strange thing did you eat?" That was Grandpa's first question.

"Huh?" Louis was clearly not in the mood to react.

Catherine went over and picked up the fishing rod for her grandfather, handing it to him.

Grandpa looked Louis up and down, took the fishing rod from Catherine, and then looked at Ye Ziyan.

"Well done, kid. You've got the style of your grandpa back in the day."

Louis thought to himself, "I can't be like you..."

Grandpa had no idea what Louis was thinking, otherwise he would have definitely given him a good beating with a fishing rod.

That brat, he's so filial!

"Uncle..." Ye Ziyan bowed politely, but her voice sounded somewhat lacking in confidence.

Come to think of it, being someone's mother's best friend and ending up dating her child is a bit hard to accept.

The old man chuckled. After laughing for a while, he pointed at Ye Ziyan and said, "If Emma knew, she might make a lot of fun of you."

"Uncle!" Ye Ziyan protested.

"Still calling me Uncle?" The old man glanced at her sideways.

Ye Ziyan blushed instantly, and after a long while, she stammered, "Grandpa..."

"Oh, that's a good boy." Grandpa was overjoyed and looked at Louis with earnest words of advice: "Alright, the important task of carrying on the Mountbatten family line is now in your hands. Don't let Grandpa down."

The old man's eyes were also full of meaning.

Even someone as thick-skinned as Louis was starting to feel embarrassed. He chuckled awkwardly and quickly led the two girls into the mansion.

The room was still his room, and the bed was big enough for three people to sleep together. Ye Ziyan was still a little shy, and she stammered that she wanted to go out and find a room by herself, but Catherine grabbed her and held her down.

"You've fallen into a den of demons, Aunt Liv," Catherine said with a wicked smile.

(End of this chapter)