I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 18 Forbidden Forest Cave

"Actually, you didn't need to come here on this adventure with me. [Remember this website's domain name]"

Louis really didn't want to involve his senior in this; it wouldn't be fun if they really messed up a situation that even she couldn't handle.

Perhaps because she couldn't hear the eerie wind outside after entering the cave, the senior's tone gradually returned to its usual venomous edge: "Please don't flatter yourself, I just don't want to see the red-haired squirrel and the four-eyed frog crying around your corpse."

"Oh, and that ferret too." Louis keenly noticed the fleeting look of disgust in the senior's expression when Draco was mentioned.

"It seems that Senior doesn't like Draco?" Louis asked as she walked forward, holding up her glowing wand.

The cave was surprisingly spacious; after only a few steps, it opened up dramatically. Unlike the cramped entrance, the ceiling inside the cave was almost as high as the Great Hall at Hogwarts. Lewis discovered that his glowing light couldn't even fully illuminate the ceiling.

"I hate arrogant people, and it just so happens that the Malfoy family of three are all like that."

Catherine paused after speaking, then looked at Louis: "I know what you're thinking. Why should someone so self-righteous hate someone like her...right?"

"I've never thought that way, senior." Louis stopped and looked intently at Catherine's face. "I've always believed that your abilities match your temperament."

"So, why did you stop?"

Louis didn't say anything, he just pointed upwards.

Catherine looked up and saw a huge and ferocious spider crawling on the cave ceiling. Its numerous compound eyes stared straight at the two of them, and its two large claws were opening and closing, showing an extremely strong appetite.

"Confringo!"

Louis used the new spell he had learned.

*You have gained 100 points of Explosive Charm proficiency, and your Explosive Charm level has increased by 1.

A blazing incantation, flashing red light, blasted open the wall in front of the spider. The giant spider hissed, but before it could make a move, another thunderous explosion sent it tumbling precariously.

"Sometimes I feel pretty good about myself. Look, this spider is about to fall down," Louis said, sounding quite excited.

"You know we're right below it, don't you?" Catherine asked casually, as a ghostly green flame swept through, burning the spider in mid-air to ashes.

"You're really wasting your time. The eight-eyed giant spider is a treasure trove," Louis said regretfully.

"But this isn't an eight-eyed giant spider, it's a giant widow spider." The senior's tone was full of disdain. "If your eyesight is good, you should be able to see the large red spots on her back."

Oh, he remembered, it was the giant spider Ron faced with Boggart.

"Widow spider silk is a valuable resource, but... this one has already lost its ability to weave webs." The senior student's tone was filled with regret.

How did you know?

Louis, with an attitude of asking questions when he didn't understand, asked, "This is all knowledge. The great Reservoir Prodigal once said, 'Learn, there is no end to learning, it's too profound.'"

"Otherwise, we'll be greeted by sticky spider webs, you foolish little deer junior."

Louis had grown accustomed to Catherine's disdainful gaze.

There were quite a few magical creatures in the cave. Not far behind the spider, a nest of Cornish elves lived in a passage, and the two even encountered two Grindylows.

I really don't know why there are two aquatic little fish-men in this cave on land.

After dealing with Grindelow, Louis continued forward, carefully examining the surrounding terrain as he walked. He was also curious about what exactly that "dark creature" was.

"Rakanishu!"

A faint sound came from deep within the cave. Louis stopped and asked in a low voice, "Did you hear anything?"

"Quietus...Disillusionment!"

"It seems... I think so?" Catherine finished chanting the spell and pointed uncertainly ahead. "It should be coming from up ahead. Let's go take a look."

With the help of noise-reducing spells, the two made very little noise as they moved. After walking about a few dozen steps, a clear, strange cry came from around the corner of the cave, and light shone through the opening.

The two went over to take a closer look and saw a bright orange campfire with a large pot sitting on it, presumably cooking something. Beside the campfire were a group of red-skinned little fairies.

Those little goblins had short horns on their heads, held a notched iron knife in one hand and a shield in the other, and were dancing a strange dance around the campfire, chanting nonsensical lyrics.

"It smells so strong of sulfur," Catherine said softly, frowning.

Louis looked at it and it seemed so familiar. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind: Wasn't this the Fallen, a specialty of the Rogue Encampment?

What are you doing here?

In his memory, these little imps were extremely cowardly and timid, always bullying the weak and fearing the strong. Generally, wherever Fallen Ones appeared, there would be a Fallen One wizard directing their actions. Thinking of this, Louis looked back again and sure enough, he saw a slightly larger Fallen One wizard pacing back and forth, carrying a bone banner.

This is a monster from the game Diablo II. Because everyone initially played the traditional Chinese version, many people mistakenly referred to the Fallen Demon as "The Fallen Demon".

The traditional characters for 沉 and 沈 are the same. (Correction: It's a phonetic loan character, not the traditional or variant form.)

Come to think of it, if he can even master the water-making technique from World of Warcraft, he wouldn't be surprised if there were anything else in this world.

"It's a Fallen, a kind of little demon from hell," Louis whispered to Catherine. "A very cowardly demon. If you kill one, the rest of the Fallen will flee in terror."

"Demons can be cowardly?" Catherine asked in surprise, as this was the first time she had ever heard such a thing. People's impression of demons has always been that they are cunning, cruel, treacherous, and vicious; who would have thought that demons could be cowardly and afraid of trouble?

"Yes, I've seen information about this kind of demon in the family records." To make his claim more credible, Louis chose to use a powerful figure as a pretext: "Did you see that demon holding the bone totem? That's the wizard who leads this group of Fallen. He can cast spells to resurrect Fallen—unless you can pulverize the corpse of a Fallen or make it disappear completely."

"I know what you're thinking," Louis said, stopping the eager Catherine. "If the records are correct, Fallen Ones are immune to all fire damage."

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