I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 179 Fire Arrows Will Be Available

"What is this?" Dudley's attention was immediately drawn to it, and his interest grew. He was always very enthusiastic about food.

This also explains why he is so fat now.

"Babbies Beans." Harry picked up a red bean and popped it into his mouth. "Each bean tastes different. Mine... mine is strawberry."

Harry forced himself to endure the burning sensation in his mouth; it tasted like strawberries, but his bright red one was clearly a ghost pepper.

At this moment, he was not fighting alone; James, Sirius, and the Weasley twins were all connected to him...

"Really?" Dudley looked hesitantly at Harry's gradually reddening face. "Then why is your face turning red?"

"Excited." Harry hesitated for a long time, trying to make himself look less scary.

Dudley picked up a brown bean with some skepticism, closed one eye to examine the bean candy in his hand, and then looked at Harry, whose face was as red as a monkey's bottom. His intuition told him that Harry was definitely not hiding anything, but he didn't want to pretend to be cowardly in front of Harry.

After thinking it over for a long time, he finally made up his mind to eat the bean.

The moment the beans entered his mouth, his face turned bitter, but only for a moment before Dali immediately put on an expression of enjoyment.

"What did you taste?" Harry asked curiously.

"Chocolate flavor, um, so sweet." Dudley answered immediately without hesitation.

Actually, he ate the mud-flavored one. He realized that Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans weren't good stuff, and that his little cousin was tricking him.

Harry, not believing it, picked up another purple piece, ate it, and told him it tasted like blueberries.

The two cousins ​​were really at odds, taking turns eating Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. In the end, Harry couldn't take it anymore and turned to run away.

Seeing Harry run off first, Dudley stood up and followed, calling out, "Wait for me!"

"They're really close, aren't they?" Diana asked Penny with a smile as she watched the two boys run off.

Penny nodded repeatedly, her pace as rapid as a sewing machine.

The big black dog wandered around number four Privet Drive like a ghost. When Harry ran out to vomit, the dog even came over and sniffed the hem of his trousers.

Harry was a little afraid of dogs, and stood there without saying a word or moving. At the crucial moment, Dudley mustered up his courage and chased the big black dog away.

"Thank you, Dudley." Harry swore this was the first time in his life he had ever found Dudley so agreeable.

Dali chuckled twice but didn't say anything.

"I think you should lose some weight, cousin," Harry said out of the blue, only to be grabbed by Dudley and have his head twisted several times by Dudley.

This time it's not like the pure bullying of the past; now it's more like a joke.

At least Harry wasn't as frustrated as before, and could still laugh heartily without a care in the world. The big black dog in the distance didn't seem to have any intention of pouncing on Dudley's fat butt.

Of course, it could also be because it was too greasy, and the big black dog didn't want to be so greasy that it couldn't eat mice for days.

Today's party was pretty good; the Dursleys spared no expense, and everyone was very happy, except for Aunt Maggie, who had already returned to the farm.

Pleasant times are always short-lived. Before leaving, Louis specifically instructed Harry to wait for him at the Leaky Cauldron and to come find him there after he had finished what he was doing.

Louis, of course, had his own things to do; after all, the national treasure he carried with him hadn't been returned yet...

He led Napoleon to Buckingham Palace, and as Napoleon looked at the magnificent palace, he suddenly felt a sense of unreality.

"Looks like you've achieved your dream from back then, just in a slightly different way," Louis teased from behind him, mercilessly stabbing Napoleon's little heart.

Napoleon opened his mouth, but said nothing. He wasn't nervous at all. The Queen? What hadn't Napoleon seen? Alexander I of Russia was far superior to her…

Soon, after being informed by the waiter, the two arrived at the reception room, where everyone was present. The aunt's family was sitting on the sofa chatting, seemingly discussing their nephew's education.

Oh no, Louis realized that it seemed to be about his nephew damaging Napoleon III's hat from the royal collection.

The one who personally led the army and was captured alive by the Germans at Sedan.

"A hat? What's the big deal?" Louis interjected, casually taking the hat off Napoleon's head and handing it to his nephew: "Here, you've ruined Napoleon III's hat, so here's a Napoleon I hat for you, I just took it off..."

The eldest nephew looked at Louis, then at Napoleon, and said curiously, "My goodness, your eyes are so red... Haven't we met somewhere before?"

Napoleon looked at his innocent and adorable nephew, bent down, touched his chubby little face, and replied kindly, "Perhaps it's in your history book, little fellow."

At this moment, the people in the living room also realized what was happening. Auntie pointed at Napoleon, speechless for a long time. Louis thoughtfully took out three British treasures and placed them aside, chuckling as he said, "I've come to return your treasures, Auntie."

The aunt didn't answer, but instead asked, "This...this is His Majesty Napoleon?"

"Ah, you mean him?" Louis turned and pointed to Napoleon, who was still laughing with his nephew. "Yes, that's him."

The first to stand up were my cousin and uncle, who together greeted Napoleon: "Greetings, Your Majesty."

"I have abdicated, and there can only be one Your Majesty in this room," Napoleon said, making a not-so-small joke.

After carefully recounting Napoleon's story to her family, the aunt immediately declared that she would definitely grant Napoleon British citizenship.

His aunt originally wanted to bestow a title upon him, but Napoleon refused. His point was that he was born a Frenchman and would die a Frenchman; he held firm to his principles.

However, he happily accepted his uncle's invitation to stay at Buckingham Palace for a while, and also to share some history and military knowledge with everyone.

Men, after all, always yearn to command thousands of troops, and Uncle is no exception.

That very night, Grandpa stormed over and berated Louis hundreds of times, claiming he was an unfilial son who hadn't even introduced him to someone as important as Napoleon, and that he was asking for a beating.

Even though my grandfather had indeed commanded thousands of troops, he still admired the ever-victorious general Napoleon.

While Louise was busy at the palace, Harry also left the Dursleys and headed to the Leaky Cauldron. Fortunately, Hermione was also planning to go to the Leaky Cauldron with him, so she didn't leave when the party ended. Instead, she stayed at the Dursleys' house and helped him pack his luggage.

Uncle Vernon happily drove Harry and Hermione toward the Leaky Cauldron. He no longer hated the wizarding world as much as before—after all, the pound sterling was clearly more important than personal feelings.

Who would want to mess with the pound?

Harry was having a great time at the Leaky Cauldron. He could sleep whenever he wanted and eat whenever he wanted. It was the first time Harry had experienced this kind of freedom. Now he could go wherever he wanted.

In the morning, he would come downstairs and have breakfast at the Leaky Cauldron. He enjoyed sitting in a corner observing the other guests—even after two years in the magical world, he couldn't help but be curious about it.

The guests were always talking loudly about someone, something like Sirius Black. Harry was curious; apparently, he was a notorious criminal who had escaped from Azkaban. He knew Azkaban; it was a place that held all sorts of vicious criminals, and anyone who could escape from there must be no easy opponent.

Harry prayed that he would not run into him.

Since they didn't know when Louise would arrive, Harry and Hermione discussed it and decided to take a stroll in Diagon Alley and buy some trinkets along the way.

As a Union Jack-affiliated native of old London, Hermione was certainly not short of money; at least her family could provide her with a few hundred Galleons for pocket money. It's worth noting that dentistry is a very lucrative profession, especially in big cities; the larger the city, the more money dentists earn.

The two of them are now sitting in the bright sunshine outside Florin's Ice Cream Shop, finishing all their papers.

Hermione should have finished all her homework by now, but because she spent the summer vacation in France, her homework had been piling up and she only had time to do it now.

However, the advantage of this was that they sometimes received guidance from Florin himself. In addition to his extensive knowledge of medieval witch-burning, Florin also provided Harry and Hermione with a free box of ice cream every half hour.

It took the two a lot of effort to explain to the owner, Florin, that they weren't a couple, but seeing the owner's disbelieving look, they gave up on trying to explain further.

Ron: I should be under the car, not here.

After filling his wallet with Galleons, Silver Sickles, and Bronze Knuts, Harry secretly vowed to exercise self-control so as not to spend all the Galleons in his savings account too soon—but given his current spending habits, it seemed like it would take decades to deplete his savings even if he spent money freely.

It turns out that it's not just women who have a shopping fervor; men do too, just with different focuses. The dazzling array of goods tempted Harry's desire to buy, but under Hermione's wolf-like gaze, he suppressed his audacious thoughts.

"You're the one who told me to keep an eye on you, Harry," Hermione repeatedly reminded her good friend, lest he get angry and become a sore loser.

What excited Harry the most was the Quidditch shop. When he passed by, he saw a lot of people crowding around, so driven by curiosity, he pulled Hermione inside to take a look.

Inside was a newly erected pedestal with a broom on it—the most beautiful broom he had ever seen in his life.

"Just released, a sample broom," a wizard with a butt-shaped chin told his companion.

The shop owner then came out and announced loudly, "The Irish international team just ordered seven of these beautiful brooms!" He proclaimed to everyone, "This product is a favorite at the World Cup!"

A tall witch in front of Harry walked away, allowing him to read the label next to the broom: Firebolt.

These flying brooms represent the highest level of craftsmanship to date. The broom handles are exquisitely crafted from ash wood, featuring a streamlined shape and unparalleled beauty…

He was halfway through reading when Hermione dragged him away from there.

"You can't look at things like that! You can't afford it!" Hermione pleaded earnestly. "The price is negotiable. Just think about how expensive a broom made with the highest craftsmanship would be! Good heavens, you're still a student! How can you have such wasteful thoughts!"

"I just wanted to see..." Harry offered a weak defense.

"You can't even look!" Hermione growled in a low voice.

Harry, looking utterly unhappy, reluctantly followed Hermione back to the Leaky Cauldron. He was now regretting coming with Hermione; if he had stayed there, even if he couldn't afford the Firebolt, he would have sat there watching all day.

No, even looking at it for a month wouldn't be enough, what a beautiful broom...

Just as he was sitting in the bar feeling emo, Louis's voice rang in his ears.

"Hey, isn't this Harry? Haven't seen you for a few days. I heard you were depressed?"

Harry jumped up with a start and saw Louise grinning mischievously, and Catherine covering her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Ah, Louise, you've finally arrived... And Catherine, ah, where's Professor Ye?" Harry searched for a long time but couldn't find Ye Ziyan.

"Oh, Professor Ye has some business back in China." Louis waved his hand, looking curiously at Hermione, who was drinking butterbeer with her cheeks puffed out: "Why are you drinking butterbeer in the middle of summer? What's wrong? Your cheeks are puffed up like a toad..."

"You're the toad!" Hermione waved her little fist at Louise, then turned to Harry. "Ask him! What kind of firebolt does this spendthrift brat want to buy...?"

"I just thought it looked nice, I didn't mean to buy it..." Harry offered a weak defense, sounding like Kong Yiji trying to deny stealing.

"And then, if you had the money, you would buy it?" Louis asked, raising an eyebrow.

Harry thought about it carefully and nodded under Hermione's murderous glare.

If he had the money, he would definitely buy it.

No Quidditch player can resist a Firebolt, no one.

Louis sat down, ordered a Frappuccino for himself and Catherine, and reached out to touch Harry's shiny hair.

Surprisingly, it felt pretty good. Now he knew why Professor McGonagall always liked to pat his head.

Professor McGonagall used /pet on Lewis

"Don't worry, you'll get the Firebolts sooner or later." Louis almost gave away the fact that someone was going to give him some, but thankfully his mind quickly changed the subject: "As long as you work hard to earn enough credits in class, I think you'll get Galleons, you'll get Firebolts, you'll get everything."

(End of this chapter)