I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 167 Reaching the Northernmost City in the World

Louis stayed at home for three full days before setting off for Greenland.

Greenland is quite large. Unlike later times when global warming made it possible to wear short sleeves, Greenland's current temperature is around 10 degrees Celsius, making it a perfect place to escape the summer heat.

There were quite a few Muggle tourists along the way, and after weighing the pros and cons, Louis decided to fly to Iceland and then take a ship to Greenland.

After all, although Greenland is an overseas territory of Denmark in Europe, it is closer to Canada and the United States.

Icelanders were not very welcoming, especially after they learned that Louis was British. Not one of them gave him a friendly look, which was partly due to international grievances and racial discrimination.

These days, it sounds a bit like magical realism when British people experience racial discrimination while traveling.

If Ye Ziyan hadn't insisted on spending a day in Iceland because of her petit-bourgeois sentimentality, Louis would have wanted to leave immediately.

For Ye Ziyan, who had never lived in the Arctic Circle, the aurora borealis had always been a source of great fascination. However, Louis's words shattered her expectations.

"It's summer now, and Iceland experiences the midnight sun, so theoretically there shouldn't be any aurora borealis." Louis shrugged, ruthlessly crushing Ye Ziyan's hopeful little heart.

Ye Ziyan slumped down, the light in her eyes disappeared, and she stared blankly at the table.

"Ah, lost their dreams," Catherine quipped gloatingly.

Iceland doesn't have any particularly special cuisine; it's mostly cod, nothing special. Ye Ziyan isn't actually the kind of bourgeois Louis described; she doesn't have that much artistic flair and isn't interested in the so-called slow-paced Icelandic lifestyle.

Since there was nothing to do in Iceland, after resting for a day, the group flew to Greenland.

Greenland’s only airport is located in the capital, Nuuk. Since it was built relatively recently, it is only a little rudimentary and has no major problems.

There was a snow-capped mountain not far from the airport. Ye Ziyan, a southerner, felt a bit naive when she arrived here.

Accompanying them was a tour group from the United States. The tour guide seemed a bit dim-witted, with hair that looked like it hadn't been washed for days, tangled and somewhat abstract on his head.

"We've arrived at the world's northernmost city—Nuk!" the tour guide announced to the tourists in a very serious manner.

Seemingly wanting more, the tour guide looked around again, repeatedly exclaiming, "Nuk is so beautiful..."

"Oh my, isn't that the British guy?" His gaze fell on Louis and his group, then immediately shifted to the distance: "Let's look at the snow-capped mountains in the distance, family."

Thankfully, Louis has a good temper and high moral character, otherwise he would definitely have learned what it means for a Goubuli steamed bun to be so perfectly round.

Ignoring these rude Americans, the three of them led Christa to a nice hotel.

The hotel receptionist, seeing Louis with three beautiful women and only booking a suite, gave Louis a thumbs-up when the three women weren't looking, his expression one of utmost admiration, the kind that comes from the bottom of his heart.

Louis returned a knowing look to Luis.

I'm so tired...

This is somewhat like Versailles.

It also has a bit of a "hands-on" or "lords-lords" feel to it.

The mission prompt indicated there were still more than ten days left, so Louis wasn't in a hurry. Bored, he even took three girls to the beach for some relaxation.

The food of Greenland is something both cats and you want to know. Following Louis's strong recommendation (and persuasion), the three ladies decided to try Kiviak.

"This is a gift from nature, don't you three really want to miss it? Just imagine the feeling of the taste of time melting in your mouths..."

These are Louis's exact words.

Kivyak, which is actually the infamous "pickled auk," is a traditional food of the Inuit people. The process involves killing a pygmy petrel, placing it inside a dead large seal, sewing it up, sealing it with seal grease, burying it in the permafrost, and letting it ferment in the seal's stomach acid for two to three years before consuming it. It is a way for the Inuit to obtain vitamins.

When the dish appeared in front of the three of them, Catherine immediately took out her wand and cast a Vanishing Charm on it.

That lingering smell was like a nightmare, tormenting one's soul.

The main problem is that the appearance is too frightening. Since bird feathers do not ferment, they will retain the original shape of the seabird. It would be strange if anyone liked a ball of rotten feathers mixed with rotting meat.

Catherine didn't forget to cast a forgetfulness spell on the surprised waiter.

The waiter who was infected looked at the plate in his hand with a puzzled expression, scratched his head, and turned to leave.

"You have to give me an explanation, Little Deer!" After the waiter left, Catherine stood up, put one foot on Louis's stool, reached out her delicate hand and grabbed his collar, her face unfriendly.

Louis had no doubt that Catherine would unleash a "friendship-breaking punch" at any moment.

"Haha...haha...just kidding, Little Moon, don't be angry." Louis quickly took Catherine's hand away and rubbed her knee with a grin. "I was just trying to lighten the mood. The best is yet to come."

Catherine sat down with some skepticism, and sure enough, a short while later, waiters filed in, and authentic Greenlandic cuisine was served to them one by one.

Speaking of which, pan-fried halibut is quite good. Halibut, which is abundant in Greenland, has snow-white flesh with clear, delicate, and delicious textures. It tastes almost as good as cod.

It's just that the appearance of the flounder is really a disgrace to society.

After dinner, when they returned to the hotel, Christa found Louis with a mysterious look on her face.

"What's wrong?" Louis had wanted to play a game of wizard chess with Catherine, but Christa stopped him.

"You should know Chromie, right?" Christa's expression resembled that of a West Coast dealer.

As a veteran World of Warcraft player, how could Louis not know who Chromie was? He replied with a smile, "Yes, I know. What's wrong?"

"She, uh, um, has something to ask you." Christa's tone was a little hesitant, as if she was afraid that Louis would suspect something, but she still couldn't help but say it.

The tone sounded like, "Captain, the Imperial Army asked me to pass on a message to you."

"Where is she?...No, where is her dragon?" Louis looked at Christa with some suspicion. She said she needed to see me, but where is she?

"Please sit here and wait, she'll be there soon."

Christa's words left Louis sitting there waiting for half an hour.

Louis's expression toward Kristastha gradually turned hostile, and a ball of lightning condensed in his hand.

"Ugh..." Christa stared in fear at the ball of lightning in Louis's hand, letting out a soft, childlike voice.

"Oh no, we can't fight! We can't fight!"

A cute, childlike voice came from above. Louis felt the air in front of him distort, and suddenly a white-haired little girl twisted out of thin air. He was really afraid that this little girl would suddenly say, "What are the benefits of Golden Fertilizer? Whoever answers correctly gets it."

Thankfully, she didn't say, "Stop! Stop fighting!"

At the same time, the lightning ball in his hand turned into yellow sand and dissipated into the air.

Judging from the looks of it, this white-haired little girl who can manipulate sand is undoubtedly Chromie.

After all, in this Western setting, time and sand are indistinguishable. The Caverns of Time are located in Tanaris, which is full of sand, and Luis clearly remembers the large hourglass behind Anachronos.

Speaking of which, in the latest version of Age of Dragons, Blizzard even made Chromie... well, you know...

He decided he had to ask.

The first thing Chromie said to Louise when he saw him was to look up and say dryly, "My God, you're so tall..."

It's still a monotonous, emotionless reading.

"Hello, you must be Chromie." Louis extended his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Louis, I know you." Chromie reached out and took Louis's hand. "Thank you for taking in Christa, that poor thing... I hope her quick wit won't cause you any trouble."

"Oh, no, not at all." Louis shrugged. "She once told me that you're actually a male dragon, but you always think of yourself as a female dragon, which is why you usually transform into a female dwarf. Is that true?"

Chromie's expression changed instantly, and she asked through gritted teeth, "Oh? Is it true?"

"I...I didn't..." Christa weakly protested. In truth, she didn't know whether she had said it or not, but given her usual habit of being such a blabbermouth, she probably had told her master...

Oh no, what do we do? Chromie's rage... Oh dear!

"Calm down, calm down..." Louis patted Chromie and returned the sentence verbatim: "The poor thing... I hope her quick wit won't cause you any trouble."

Cromi paused for a moment, then gave Louis a thumbs-up.

"I really didn't expect that Christa would run into such a nemesis as you." Chromie's praise came from the bottom of her heart.

"Not at all," Louis said modestly for the first time. He gave Christa a look, and she immediately pulled out a bunch of teaware and started making tea for Chromie.

"Is black tea okay?" Christa asked cutely.

You are a red dragon, a red dragon, a red dragon, a red dragon, a red dragon...

No, this dragon maid smells terrible, I can't keep her.

"Sure, just a little less Tranquilizing Flowers. You know I don't like them." Chromie waved her hand dismissively. "Princess Solidom asked me to give you her regards. She said she misses you very much."

"Thank you for your concern, Your Highness Soridomi." Christa's eyes were slightly red, as if she was homesick.

Although Soridormi is the consort of the Bronze Dragon Aspect, she is actually considered an elder, theoretically an aunt. The five dragonflights have always been quite close, except after Neltharion's erratic behavior.

Actually, Malygos's uncle was also quite a scoundrel.

"So, what do you want from me?" Louis asked curiously.

Upon hearing the question, Chromie immediately sat up straight, adopting a very serious expression: "Oh, it's like this. In some timelines of your world, many disturbances and changes have suddenly occurred, even interfering with the progress of your main world... To be honest, this universe is actually quite good; after all, you wouldn't want it to be destroyed because of changes in the timeline, would you?"

"That makes sense." Louis shrugged. "Do you have any knowledge of spatial magic?"

"Well... you should ask His Malygos." Chromie shrugged. "Bronze dragons focus on time magic, while blue dragons are more adept at space magic... Of course, if you think that old madman Malygos isn't up to the task, perhaps you could ask Kalecgos."

"That weakling?" Louis said casually.

"That weakling is hopeless," Chromie said confidently.

"Huh? How come you know his nickname too?" Louis asked curiously.

Chromie gave him a disdainful look: "Are you kidding? I'm a Bronze Dragon, you know. Do you think I wouldn't know what everyone did in every timeline?"

"Do you know anything about my timeline in our world?" Louis asked curiously.

Chromie really did scrutinize Louis for a moment, then shook his head: "There's a powerful force within you that prevents me from seeing through you..."

Louis didn't dwell on the matter. He took the black tea Christa had brewed and asked curiously, "So how did you get here?"

"The powerful force within you has always been pulling me to the connection between Christa." Chromie's small face was almost the size of the cup, and as she sipped her tea, the rising steam made her look rather cute.

At the same time, Ye Ziyan and Catherine also came out of the inner room. They were both very alert when they heard the unfamiliar female voice, but when they saw the petite and doll-like Chromie, their alertness immediately disappeared.

To be fair, Chromie is indeed quite cute.

Two pink pigtails sticking straight up, looking as cute as if they hadn't taken any medicine.

After introducing themselves, Louis steered the conversation back on track: "So, you still haven't told us what exactly happened in the timeline."

"Well... uh, I don't really know how to describe it." Chromie shrugged. "The only thing I'm sure of is that there seems to be an Eternal Dragon involved..."

She quickly gave a brief explanation of what "eternal dragon" meant.

In short, their identities have not been definitively proven, but most Bronze Dragons believe that the so-called Eternal Dragons are what they became after their fall.

"Do you know their specific objectives?" Kristastha asked. "I imagine the Bronze Dragonflight sent you here because they must have made a meticulous plan beforehand."

Cromi chuckled dryly, his eyes darting around and shifting.

After a while, amidst the hostile gazes of the crowd, he took out an hourglass.

She knelt down in front of the hourglass with a thud, clasped her hands together in prayer, and after a while, looked up at Louis.

"It's certain that their first stop was to change the course of 1815, and their target location was... Waterloo."

(End of this chapter)