I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 170 Pre-Battle Ball

Louis felt that this line was very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

Furthermore, it feels like something is missing when paired with this sentence.

Oh, right, we're missing one Steel Star.

Unfortunately, this Eternal Dragon's strength was not enough. Although he could gain the upper hand due to the type advantage over Chromie, it was not due to his own strength.

They're spouting Mannoroth's lines, but these five guys probably wouldn't even be enough for Mannoroth to pull a wave of A.

After all, a fake can't compare to the real deal.

Chromie wanted to say something, but a corrupting force choked her. Black matter condensed into a physical chain, strangling her into the air.

Poor Chromie was clutching her neck with her two little hands, her two little carrot legs kicking weakly; she looked quite miserable.

"You...get out of the way," the Duke of Meowlington said behind them. "Their target is me, not you."

Louis chuckled and said, "At your age, you still think quite sensibly. Do you really think they're the kind of people who understand things?"

Meowlington opened his mouth, but was interrupted by the cackling laughter of the leading dragonman, Mundris. He laughed for a moment, then turned his hideous face to Louis: "I didn't expect you to be so clever. Tell me, how do you want to die?"

Louis looked around, his previously composed expression instantly crumbling. He grinned and said, "Holy crap, no one has ever dared to talk to me like that before."

"Isn't this what we have today?" Mdellis, with the mindset of a cat hunting a mouse, was in no hurry to take action and even planned to provoke them a few more times.

A flash of electricity appeared in Louis's hand, and a bright white bolt of lightning shot out, striking M'dlis before he could react. The lightning continued its relentless trajectory, bouncing back and forth across the five dragonmen. Through the lightning's beam, their bizarre skeletons could even be seen.

As the leader, Mundris was naturally tougher than the henchmen. Although his underlings couldn't withstand even one ricochet, Mundris endured two full hits before collapsing to the ground with a thud. His claws were still twitching unnaturally, making him look extremely comical.

The corrupting power on Chromie vanished as Mundris collapsed, and she landed lightly on the ground with a thud.

Duke Meowlington, who had already given up hope, stared wide-eyed, his pupils dilated to the extreme, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

He thought he was going to die, but Louis, who was unremarkable and "dark-haired," surprised him with such a big eye.

It took him a while to react, and he asked curiously, "You...you're a wizard?"

"I guess so." Louis rubbed his fingers together, walked over and kicked Mundris's lizard head.

"Are you sure you can handle it, Greyhound?"

His expression was one of disgust. "You've already collapsed before I've even used any force?"

I thought they'd come up with something impressive. They were so arrogant before the fight started, weren't they? Turns out they're just weaklings... not even enough to fill Remonia's teeth.

Remonia: You didn't release me either.

Mundris wanted to say something, but the electric shock made his whole body numb, and he couldn't make a sound at all. He could only move his fingers in vain and make "ho, ho" sounds.

The result was that Louis stepped on his neck and he died.

After cleaning up the mess, time in Brussels resumed its flow. Duke Meowlington, relieved to have escaped death, sat back in his chair and looked at Louis, saying with a sense of relief, "Well, I suppose even if you weren't sent by the royal family, you at least don't have any hostility towards me... After all, with Louis's witchcraft just now, no one in this world could escape his assassination attempt."

"You're mistaken, Your Excellency." Louis bowed slightly. "I can simply walk into any city openly and honestly; I don't need a clandestine assassination."

Duke Meowlington opened his mouth, and said, "What you're saying is actually damn reasonable. I'm speechless."

"You need not worry, Your Excellency," Chromie added. "Until you defeat the French Empire, we will take care of your safety and will absolutely not allow Eternity... or the monster's plot to assassinate you to succeed."

"Then I'm relieved, thank you." Meowlington twitched his beard and added, "Also, I think your intelligence is wrong. Their country's name is Meowland, not France..."

The five of them looked at each other, quickly trying to keep their expressions from bursting out laughing.

What an adorable country name... Does that mean France is made up of cats too?

Oh no, it's Miaolanxi.

Louis is now quite curious about what kind of cat Napoleon will be.

A knock sounded at the door, and Duke Meowlington's adjutant entered.

"Your Excellency Marshal!" The adjutant raised his cat paw in salute, glanced at Louis and the others, and then stood there without saying a word.

Duke Meowlington coughed and gestured to him, saying, "Just say whatever military intelligence you have. These men are all on our side."

"Yes, sir." The adjutant saluted again and opened his personal information booklet: "Report from the front: Emperor Napoleon Bonaparte of the Melanese Empire has led his army across Charleroi and into Belgium."

"I understand, meow." Meowling nodded.

The adjutant then said, "The Duchess of Richmond asked me to inquire whether today's ball is...?"

Meowlington hesitated for a moment, recalling his old adversary Napoleon's words: "In war, morale is everything." The adjutant had received news of Napoleon's advance, meaning it couldn't be kept secret. Amidst the undercurrent of fear sweeping through Brussels after the news broke, he knew that maintaining a calm public stance to help prevent widespread panic was crucial.

With this in mind, he no longer hesitated and quickly gave his answer.

"Proceed as usual, meow."

"Yes, sir!" The adjutant stood at attention and saluted again before turning and walking out of the marshal's residence.

After the adjutant left, Duke Meowlington invited Louis to a ball that evening. Louis wasn't particularly interested in such things, but out of curiosity about seeing a group of cats dance, he didn't refuse the Duke's invitation.

As His Excellency the Duke's private guests, they did not need to wear formal attire, since they couldn't fit into the clothes meant for cats, even though they were about the same height.

The ball was scheduled for around 10 p.m., so Louis didn't plan to sit idly at home. With nothing else to do, he invited Catherine and Ye Ziyan to go for a stroll in the street.

As soon as he stepped outside, he saw two cats pulling a cart, huffing and puffing as they carried an injured person toward the hospital. Louis admitted that his DNA had been manipulated.

This is the legendary cat cart, right?

The streets of Brussels aren't particularly bustling, even though it's the capital of Belgium. The sight of three people and two dragons walking down the street was quite eye-catching, always drawing the attention of passersby.

After all, in a world full of cats, it's inevitable that you'll see a few hairless creatures walking on the street, and they can even talk, attracting attention.

Think about it, in the human world, how many cats can walk upright and speak human language? That's about the feeling.

Brussels doesn't have many local specialties, so they went into a fairly lively restaurant and decided to try some cat-themed food.

It probably isn't cat food... right?

After walking around, all I could see were soldiers dressed in lobster soldier uniforms, while two cat gentlemen in civilian clothes sat there slowly cutting fish fillets.

The menu was extensive, allaying Louis's concerns. However, cats primarily eat fish, so beef and similar cuts were scarce, with only tripe and steak available. Poultry, on the other hand, was plentiful; fish made up about 60% of the menu, poultry about 30%, and the remainder consisted of a paltry amount of beef, lamb, and pork.

It should be said that the cat's cooking skills are quite good, at least much better than those of a genuine British chef. No wonder the restaurant is full of British military officers.

Perhaps this is why British soldiers complained during World War I that the canned food they were eating was produced during the Napoleonic Wars.

During the Napoleonic Wars, the British troops on the front lines were given special treatment!

However, to be fair, the British Army's corned beef canned food was truly awful. Even in the harsh and difficult living conditions of the trenches, British soldiers would try to avoid it as much as possible. Generally, the canned food would be made into canned broth by the cooks, officially called "Maconochie Stew," which veterans described as "inedible when hot, and deadly when cold."

Just think about it, if even the British say it tastes bad, how damn bad must it be...?

Even if it's now the British Cat Army, and they replace the corned beef canned food with salted fish canned food, the taste might not be much better.

Just like Captain Huang said, this corned beef can is only a little salty, a little spoiled, and a little smelly, but there's nothing wrong with it.

Replacing it with fish will only make the canned food taste worse, and it can't be stewed with vegetables. Canned beef may not affect the taste of the stew, but rotten fish definitely will.

This Belgian... no, I mean Belgian cat restaurant is really good. The food is so good it rivals the kitchens at Hogwarts.

The shopkeeper was very enthusiastic. Upon hearing that Louis was a close friend of Duke Meowlington, he immediately said he would not accept money. However, at Louis's insistence, he still gave him two silver coins.

All things considered, the restaurant owner made a killing; this meal didn't even cost a single silver coin.

Back at the Marshal's mansion in Meowlington, a bored Louis started playing cards with Catherine and the others. They played until after 10 p.m. before the adjutant came to inform them about the ball.

Boarding the carriage provided by Meowlington, the group set off for the Duke of Meowsman's mansion.

The renowned Meowsman Building was illuminated brilliantly by countless colorful lights. Guards stood on the brightly lit steps covered with red woolen carpets. Not only military police were on guard here, but also the chief of security and dozens of guards.

Many light carriages drove out, and many more pulled up at the gate, carrying servants in red uniforms or feathered hats. Cats in lobster soldier uniforms, wearing star medals and sashes, stepped out of the four-wheeled carriages, while cat ladies in satin dresses and silver fur coats carefully descended the steps with a clatter, then hurried and silently walked across the red carpet on the steps.

Almost every time a four-wheeled carriage pulled up at the gate, a murmur would ripple through the crowd as people took off their hats in respect.

The Duke of Mearlington was the highest-ranking officer in the British Army and the most distinguished guest of the ball. The moment he entered the hall, everyone fell silent and stared at him.

Louis followed behind him. In the magnificent hall, delicate blue palace lanterns hung, their tassels swaying slightly, perfectly complementing the shimmering floor and the low-hanging blue velvet curtains. At this critical moment when Napoleon's army was pressing in, being in such an incongruous and lavish ball created a sense of disorientation and disorientation.

It's not that the front lines were struggling while the rear was feasting; times have changed, so there's no need to be too critical.

Young Lady Georgiana Menox was dancing gracefully; she was the legitimate wife of the Duke of Mewsmond and the hostess of the ball. Seeing Mewlington enter the room, she stopped slowly, walked elegantly to him, gave a ladylike curtsy, and then asked, "Your Excellency, everyone at the ball is discussing Napoleon's invasion of Belgium. Is this true?"

Louis noticed the Duchess's breed; she was likely a pure white, long-haired Persian cat, or perhaps blue and gold with heterochromia.

"Yes, that's true, meow." Duke Meowlington nodded steadily, then said to her, "Tomorrow morning, we will depart from Brussels to confront Napoleon's army, meow."

"Oh my god..." Duchess Georgiana covered her mouth with her cat paw, her eyes wide open in disbelief.

"Alright, it's alright. We will definitely achieve final victory, understand, madam? Yes, please don't worry." Duke Meowlington pressed his cat paw down steadily, signaling to his wife not to be emotionally agitated, so as not to affect morale.

After all, the attendees were officers of various ranks from the Allied Forces against France. In those days, officers were the backbone of an army. If they were frightened, the troops they led would suffer.

If one hesitates or shrinks back on the battlefield, it could very well change the course of the war.

The Duchess composed herself, took two deep breaths, and looked at Louis and the others behind Meowlington with a look of astonishment in her eyes.

"Who are these people?"

"Oh, she's my good friend, and also a special envoy from the royal family, Meow," Duke Meowlington introduced with a smile.

"Oh...they look so strange, meow." The Duchess said hesitantly, "Uh, they don't have any fur, aren't they cold? Oh, sorry, that's not what I meant..."

"Hello, beautiful Duchess." Louis gave a very polite gentlemanly bow, took the Duchess's paw, and gave it a light kiss. After releasing it, he smiled confidently. "You don't need to worry, we, well, are quite resistant to the cold."

"Ah... I see..." The Duchess suddenly realized that she actually believed Louis's statement.

(End of this chapter)