I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 172 Hard to Say

"There have been thousands of large-scale wars in Europe throughout history, and the rights and wrongs are difficult to discuss." The chubby, golden-haired Napoleon raised his front paw to touch his black bicorn hat, looked around at the generals sitting below staring at him, and grinned as he said, "But historians have all noticed that it was on this grand stage that the rise and fall of countless dynasties were determined. One rises and another falls, so countless ancestors had the ambition to unify Europe."

"Back then, Julius Caesar of the Roman Empire marched north to conquer Gaul. In nine years, he seized the entire region of Gaul, becoming the first Roman to cross the Rhine River and conquer Germania. It was in this way that Caesar cultivated a battle-hardened army, laying the foundation for his later coronation as consul for life."

Napoleon shook his cat-like whiskers, his gaze sharp.

"Ten years ago, at a critical moment, I had the privilege of personally leading hundreds of thousands of soldiers to fight against the anti-French coalition, Emperor Franz II of the Holy Roman Empire and Emperor Alexander I of the Kumaros Empire. We won a great victory at Austerlitz and disbanded the illegal organization... I don't understand why everyone is now talking about Hannibal's trap in Ecclesiastes, as if fighting against the anti-French coalition meant that we were doomed."

"Six years ago, I embarked on my campaign from Paris to conquer the Iberian Peninsula. The anti-French coalition was defeated for the fifth time. Wherever I and my army went, the people welcomed us with all their heart. That vibrant scene of life and everything flourishing is still vivid in my mind. And now, has this place become my burial ground?"

A calico cat below muttered under its breath, "Hard to say..."

Napoleon didn't hear, but Louis heard it clearly. He asked Chromie, "Who's that calico cat? The one over there wearing the black bicorn hat, the one with a missing tooth..."

"Oh, that's Soult, the one who charged into the sunrise at Austerlitz." Chromie clicked his tongue as he explained to Louis, then added with a smug grin, "If Napoleon heard this, Soult might not even be good enough as a Count of Glamorgan."

"How come you seem to know more about our history than I do?" Louis was starting to question his own existence.

Chromie looked at Louis with disdain and comforted him, "We control the timeline, you know... The first thing we should do here is experience all of history firsthand, okay?"

"What a coincidence! I've always had a question: what's the story behind the 'Axe Sound and Candle Shadow' in the Song Dynasty of Seris?" Louis asked, asking a question he had never been able to figure out in his previous life.

Chromie clicked his tongue: "You might not believe it, but actually Zhao Da wanted to eat walnuts..." (This story is purely fictional)

I actually believed your lies...

Louis genuinely didn't believe it. He questioned, "That doesn't make sense. If that's your logic, why did Zhao Da say 'easy to do' in such a harsh tone?"

"Zhao Er missed, which angered Zhao Qi..." Chromie said dryly, not even believing her own words.

That's really a bit outrageous.

Louis wanted to say something, but Napoleon in front of the stands started talking again, so he suppressed his urge to speak.

"In any case, Blücher has been driven out. Now it's our turn to fight the British one-on-one. Let's all stay alert and teach those British a lesson!"

Napoleon was full of energy, but unfortunately his general cats were listless, wilting like frostbitten eggplants.

It's not their fault, after all, the Lie Miao people and the Puru Miao people can afford to lose this battle, only the Miaolanxi people can't afford to lose.

It's a pity Napoleon didn't have a music box, otherwise he would have definitely told his generals, "Treat every battle as if it were your last, and don't be afraid of losing."

Just as Louis and his companion were about to leave, time seemed to freeze at that moment. Napoleon's generals suddenly stood there, motionless, like wax figures.

Only Napoleon himself was pacing on the platform, and he soon discovered the problem.

"What's going on?" Napoleon rubbed his eyes. He had just been thinking about something with his head down, and when he looked up, he was like this.

Yellow sand swirled, creating ripples of time and space at the entrance to the conference room. Then, to Napoleon's astonishment, three dragon-men and a dwarf girl who looked exactly like Chromie emerged.

"Damn it, it's Mikoro..." Chromie cursed under her breath.

A visible yellow question mark appeared above Louis's head.

"Who is Mikoro?" he asked in a low voice.

Chromie stared intently at Mikoro and explained to Louis, "If you remember Munozdor, you should know who she is."

"Oh, it's you." Louis suddenly realized, "You after your fall? Or rather, after your enlightenment?"

Chromie didn't say anything, but turned around and glared at him.

When Napoleon saw Michele walking towards him, he instinctively took two steps back.

Mikoro herself isn't scary; it's the muscular dragon-men behind her who are more frightening.

Another thing is that Mikoro's face is ashen and doesn't look like a good person.

"Don't worry, my dear Your Majesty, we are not your enemies," Mikoro said bluntly.

"Is that so?" Napoleon's expression was not good, his cat-like paws gripping the pistol at his waist tightly.

Although he didn't know if the dilapidated muskets could harm these uninvited guests, Napoleon was not willing to sit idly by and wait to be killed, nor was that in his nature.

Mikoro laughed. If Chloe's laughter was like a silver bell, then Mikoro's laughter was like a ghost doll.

"Your Majesty, if we wish to harm you, you will be powerless to resist."

After speaking, Mikoro sent a wisp of black sand flying from her fingertips, which, under Napoleon's wary gaze, flew toward a blue cat with a resolute face.

The blue cat, entangled in the black sand, also transformed into a wisp of black sand and vanished without a trace.

"Damn it! Ney!" Napoleon gritted his teeth and glared at Mikoro, his hand moving swiftly as he drew his musket and aimed it at Mikoro's head.

"Don't panic, Your Majesty." Mikoro snapped her fingers, and Marshal Ney returned to normal.

This ability to kill someone silently with a mere gesture truly shocked Napoleon. He sat down heavily on the ground, pointing tremblingly at Miko, speechless for a long time.

"We've come here with no particular purpose, nor are we here to cooperate with you. We're just here to inform you of something." Mikoro smiled sinisterly: "In the decisive battle the day after tomorrow, Marshal Emmanuel Grouchy, on whom you placed so much hope, not only failed to catch up with Blücher's army, but he also successfully reached the battlefield to support the British offensive—oh, and one more thing, this hesitant fellow heard the cannon fire but hesitated and missed the best opportunity to support Your Majesty..."

"Damn it, I knew it! The attack on Meowlington was a feint. Their real purpose was to spoil Napoleon's plans! Damn it!" Chromie was so angry that her two pigtails stood up.

"Who?" Because Chromie didn't suppress her voice, Mikoro also heard her angry words.

Chromie jumped three feet high, pointing her little hand at Mikoro: "I swear, Mikoro, you jerk, I'm going to kick your ass hard!"

As she spoke, she lunged forward and tackled Miko to the ground, but due to the repulsion of spacetime energy, the two of them were suspended in mid-air and tossed around.

"Don't just stand there! Come help me!" Miko shouted at the dragonmen.

Before they could make a move, Louis killed them all with a chain lightning attack.

"You have backup? Damn it!" Mikoro, disregarding that she was still dangling in mid-air, pulled out her little fist and punched Chromie in the face.

"This is all for His Majesty Munozdor!" she shouted, brandishing her claws.

Louis looked up at the two people dangling in mid-air, unsure of what to do. Just as he was hesitating, he felt someone pushing him from the side.

Looking back, oh, it's Napoleon's big, round face.

"Your Majesty." Louis's manners were impeccable, even though the two were in enemy territory, Louis was still his loyal fan.

Napoleon still has a firm grasp on personal charisma.

"You... um, what are your identities?" Napoleon was organizing his thoughts, trying not to provoke the superhuman in front of him: "I think you two don't seem to be with that black girl. You two seem much more normal than her."

"You have a pair of eyes that have seen much, Your Majesty," Chromie uttered a famous quote from a Pandaren wanderer while still in mid-air.

While he was talking, his hands were also busy, and he even had time to give Mikoro an uppercut.

"We are the maintainers of time and space, Your Majesty." Louis shrugged. "The black girl in front of you is our adversary. They are the destroyers of time and space, who take pleasure in altering history."

Anyway, Miko didn't have time to argue, so just keep splashing dirty water on her.

This approach was probably learned from the BBC—or rather, the BBC and he learned from each other.

That's an old ghost filter.

"So, she's lying to me?" Napoleon's ears perked up and twitched twice.

Louis shrugged and looked at Napoleon with regret: "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, they weren't lying. This time you've lost completely, and there's no chance of you ever making a comeback."

Louis thought Napoleon would be furious, silent, or retort upon hearing this, but he found that Napoleon only paused for a moment before letting out a sigh of relief.

"Very well." Napoleon's words were tinged with melancholy. "Meow Lanxi... she's too tired, and her cat people are too tired. It's better for her to leave like this."

Louis hadn't expected Napoleon to have such vision and ambition. He asked, somewhat puzzled, "Don't you think... uh, it's a pity?"

"I have spent my life on the battlefield, fighting countless battles." Napoleon put his hands behind his back, striking a classic boss pose: "I have won countless victories against overwhelming odds, against the strong and against the weak, and against all odds. With victory comes defeat. As long as you are on this battlefield, you will inevitably be defeated one day. No one can be an undefeated general who can always win against the strong and against the weak. Even Hannibal could not do it. Even someone as strong as Belisarius would fall into the hands of a greenhorn."

"Even a clay pot will break at the edge of a well, and a general will inevitably die on the battlefield," Louis sighed.

Napoleon gave Louise a deep look and said approvingly, "Very philosophical words. Well then, I hope you have the ability to make me forget what that black girl just said to me."

"Such a request?" Louis was taken aback. He glanced at Napoleon and asked, puzzled, "Why would you make... uh, this request?"

"Arthur Wellesley is a formidable opponent, and I do not wish to win in this manner." Napoleon took out a small, exquisite iron box from his pocket, unscrewed it, and took out a small pinch of grayish-black snuff, about the size of a dried mung bean, placing it between his thumb and forefinger. He then leaned in, took a gentle sniff, and revealed a blissful expression.

After a while, he threw away the snuff residue he was holding, screwed the lid of the snuff box back into his pocket.

"I would much rather have fought him fair and square. Since defeat is inevitable, I might as well preserve the reputation of the Duke of Meowlington." Napoleon smiled with a sense of relief: "Perhaps centuries from now, people will use the location of this battle to represent the defeat..."

"Waterloo." Louis shrugged. "Not hundreds of years from now, from the moment you failed, this place name will be synonymous with failure."

Napoleon laughed heartily, but as he laughed, tears welled up in his eyes. He wiped his eyes and smiled at Louis, saying, "I won't ask your name, there's no need... Alright, let's get started."

Louis looked to the other side, where Chromie had finished the fight and was holding the bound and gagged Mikoro in his hand, looking smug.

He sighed, stood at attention, bowed to Napoleon, then took out his wand and pointed it at Napoleon.

"Obliviate (forget everything)."

"Let's go." Chromie picked up Mikoro, who was still kicking her legs, with one hand and patted Louise with the other.

Louise nodded and followed her toward the portal.

Just as he was about to enter the portal, he turned back to look at Napoleon, who was staring blankly at the equally bewildered generals in front of him.

"What's wrong with me?" Napoleon scratched the back of his head with his cat paw, not quite understanding what had just happened. He felt as if he had forgotten something important.

……

The moment he returned to Brussels, Mikoro in Chromie's hand instantly turned into a wisp of black sand and disappeared.

"Oh, shit..." Chromie exclaimed in frustration, looking at his empty hands.

Louis frowned and asked, "How could she get away? What were you watching...?"

Chromie hopped around, dejectedly saying, "That's how it is when you go through a portal... It's a Bronze Dragon's talent, it can break free from constraints when spacetime is warped. Since I can do it, she definitely can too. I forgot about that."

"Useless..." Louis retorted mercilessly, then asked, "So, do we still have to go back and watch out for her going to see Napoleon?"

"Not for now. We haven't detected her presence nearby. Let's keep an eye on her for a bit," Chromie said, her little face twisted in embarrassment.

(End of this chapter)