I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 183 Genius Flying Girl

"cousin."

A woman's voice rang in Louis's ears.

Louis turned his head and saw his distant cousin, Elizabeth the youngest of the Gloucesters.

(Character card of Alliance Leader Luminas Yanghen)

It was a bit embarrassing. He hadn't paid any attention to the college selection ceremony just now, and he didn't even know when his cousin was selected or which college she went to.

Catherine noticed Louis's embarrassment and spoke first, "Welcome to Slytherin."

"Are you my cousin's girlfriend?" Elizabeth looked Catherine up and down, extended her right hand, and smiled demurely. "I'm Elizabeth Gloucester. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Catherine Worree." Catherine also took Elizabeth's small hand.

Louis hesitated, swallowing back the question, "What are you doing at Hogwarts?" He remembered that his aunt had called him earlier, saying that Elizabeth the Gloucester had received her acceptance letter and come over.

He completely forgot about this. You could say he's a real scumbag; he always forgets something important during the holidays.

"How is it? Do you like the environment here?" Louis began to try to salvage his image in his sister's eyes.

Young Elizabeth was unaware that her cousin had forgotten about her. She glanced at Dumbledore in the main seat, then at the students from the four houses, and said with a smile, "It's alright, quite refreshing... at least not as boring as Muggle schools."

"Really?" Louis said, secretly giving his sister a quick check.

Talents: Charms (9), Potions (6), Transfiguration (10), Dark Magic (10), Defense Against the Dark Arts (10), Flight (17), Herbalism (4), Divination (8).

Louis looked at his sister's measurements... no, her attributes, and thought to himself that Slytherin Quidditch was saved.

At least the Gryffindor dynasty, ruled by Harry, seems to be on the verge of collapse.

"Lilibey," Louis said again, "have you ever heard of Quidditch?"

"Quidditch?" Elizabeth tilted her head, thought for a moment, then shook her head in denial, "Never heard of it."

Louis didn't know much about his distant cousin, so he could only laugh and say, "Well, you'll see when the Quidditch match starts in a few days."

"A competition?" Elizabeth's eyes blazed with excitement. "Is it a sports competition? Like football or basketball, right?"

As she spoke, she looked at her beloved cousin with longing.

"Uh, maybe a bit more savage than those two," Louis said somewhat awkwardly. To avoid scaring his sister away, he tried his best to smooth things over: "But it's riding on a flying broomstick, it's really exciting..."

"Flying broomstick! Cool!" Elizabeth clenched her fists, seemingly already imagining herself soaring through the blue sky.

Her voice was quite loud, attracting the attention of the students around her.

"Marcus." Louis spotted the guy with the big buck teeth (a bug in J.K. Rowling's character design), patted his sister on the shoulder, and introduced Marcus: "This is my sister, Elizabeth Gloucester, a very talented Seeker."

Marcus dared not ask how you knew; His Highness's orders were imperial decrees, and he simply followed them.

"Yes, Your Highness, we will take Ms. Gloucester for special training tomorrow."

He had already made up his mind. Anyway, she was His Highness's sister. Since His Highness was so powerful, his sister must also be exceptionally talented.

Louis thought for a moment, then said, "Let's use Draco's flying broom for now. I bet you haven't bought a broom either, have you?"

Draco heard his name called, turned his head to look at it, then absentmindedly turned back to the food in front of him.

Harry and Ron overheard the conversation. Harry, grinning, came over to greet them, "Hello, Louise's sister, my name is Harry Potter. If you don't have a broom, you can use my Nimbus 2000 for now..."

Elizabeth smiled politely and said to Louis, "No need... Louis, I saw one of those Firebolts at the Flying Broomstick Shop and pre-ordered one. It should arrive around tomorrow, right?"

At this point, Harry's heart skipped a beat.

"Oh?" Louis became interested. "How much did it cost? I know that old man Richard; he's a real miser. Getting any money out of him is harder than climbing to heaven. You might even make him sick..."

"Dad isn't as stingy as you say!" Elizabeth snorted. "He bought it with his allowance, and it wasn't expensive at all, less than 30,000 pounds. Things in your magical world are so cheap..."

"Thirty thousand pounds? How many Galleons is that?" Ron asked dumbfounded, having no idea about the purchasing power of pounds given his purely magical family background.

"More than five thousand Galleons, that's about my monthly living expenses..." Elizabeth said nonchalantly, knowing she could just ask her dad for more when she ran out.

For her, who came from a relatively well-off family, money was something that came easily.

For a moment, Harry almost lost his will to work hard, and he nearly blurted out things like "rich woman, hungry food."

Fortunately, he still had Ginny in his heart, so he didn't lose his composure too much.

He and the Ron brothers slunk back to their seats. What kind of people are these... so extravagant!

As is customary, the Hogwarts school song is sung before Dumbledore announces the end of the banquet. Students from the other three houses, having undergone the Romaine Orchestra baptism last year, are eagerly anticipating what Slytherin will do this year.

As expected, the weather suddenly improved this year.

It uses the tune of the Unbreakable Alliance, which is self-defeating... no, it's unbreakable.

The whole class wanted to shout "Hurrah!"

After the school song chorus ended, the students, led by their class leaders, walked toward their respective colleges.

Louis didn't rush back to his office. He told Catherine and Christa to go back and tidy up the room first, while he followed the prefect to the Slytherin common room.

As is customary, he had to give a speech to the new students; it was a rule.

"I won't go into too much detail." Unlike some people who have the bad habit of going on and on, Louis simply said, "Slytherin is a collective, and I hope everyone will stick together."

"It's okay to form factions, students, but don't go too far."

He also briefly introduced his cousin Elizabeth of the Gloucester family to the students, giving the impression that he was going to play a power game with Elizabeth.

We can't let outsiders benefit from our own family, can we?

Looking at Elizabeth's seemingly harmless face, none of the students dared to underestimate her. Who knew what strange and wonderful magic Louis had taught her?

Of course, all of this came at a price: Elizabeth had to undergo intensive training every day. Ron and Harry would take her to the Room of Requirement for training, and once she was sufficiently trained, she would be placed in the Mirror World for further enhancement.

As the sister of the Rolling King, shouldn't you roll this river up?

In the Ganges River.

The next morning, Louis woke up early, feeling refreshed. There was no Defense Against the Dark Arts class that day, and since he hadn't taken many classes, it was a relatively relaxed day. The first period was Divination at nine o'clock, taught by the renowned Hogwarts charlatan, Professor Sybil Trelawney.

"I need to remind you, Professor Trelawney is a bit eccentric," Catherine said, forking a roasted tomato for Louis. "You should eat more vegetables; it'll keep you healthy."

"I've discovered that I don't gain weight no matter what I eat, so I'll have some meat," Louis said, forking the roasted tomato back onto Catherine's plate.

Catherine, of course, objected. Somewhat embarrassed and annoyed, she said, "What you eat is none of my business... Anyway, you're not allowed to eat meat. Vegetables taste much better!"

Louis paused for a moment, then realized what was going on with the car Catherine was driving.

He smiled and accepted the roasted tomato, thinking, "Oh well, I'll just consider it serving the people."

Eating more vegetables is actually a good thing.

The Divination class is on the roof of the North Tower. It takes about seven or eight minutes to walk there from the third-floor office. Actually, Hogwarts Castle is quite large.

For someone as directionally challenged as Louis, getting from the third floor to the North Tower was quite difficult. Fortunately, Christa volunteered to help, which relieved his sense of direction problem.

When we got to the eighth floor, we came across a huge painting depicting a vast grassland.

"I don't like grasslands." Louis admired the painting in front of him and commented, "In some places, grassland is a rather... well, not a good analogy."

"Huh?" Christa didn't understand what Louis was saying, or perhaps she hadn't heard at all, too busy struggling with the twisted candy in her hand.

Louis knew exactly what kind of personality the Dragon Maid had, so he didn't delve into it. He continued walking down the corridor, where a narrow spiral staircase led to him.

"It's right here. I'll head back now, Master." Christa didn't give Louis a chance to refuse, and teleported back to her office on the third floor.

After climbing the last few steps, Louis reached a small platform where most of the people who had signed up for the divination class were. There was no one on the platform. Looking around, he saw a round trapdoor in the ceiling with a brass plaque on it.

It reads "Sybil Trelawney, fortune teller".

"Let us in, Professor Trelawney," Louise said softly.

As if in response, the trapdoor suddenly opened, and a silver ladder appeared in front of him.

Climbing the ladder, he arrived at an extremely strange classroom—in fact, it wasn't a classroom at all, but more like a hybrid of a Chinese attic and an English teahouse, with at least twenty small round tables crammed into the room. Each table was surrounded by an armchair with Indian-printed fabric and bulging little cushions. The curtains were drawn, blocking out the sunlight. The classroom was excessively warm, the fireplace was stuffed full, and a large copper kettle was burning on the fire, emitting an indescribable fragrance.

The circular walls were surrounded by shelves filled with drab feather ornaments, candle stubs, worn-out playing cards, ancient Seres coins, tortoise shells, yarrow stalks, countless silver crystal balls, and a large collection of tea sets.

A voice suddenly came from the shadows, a soft and indistinct voice, clearly that of an old charlatan.

"Welcome..." the voice said. "It's so good to see you in the tangible world one last time."

Louis was really afraid she would say that she wanted to divine good or bad fortune, and that it would cost a whole dollar.

Professor Trelawney emerged from the shadows. She was very thin, and her large glasses, which took up half of her face and were about the thickness of a wine bottle, made her eyes appear even larger.

She wore a light, transparent, shimmering shawl, and her long, thin neck was adorned with many necklaces and beads. Her arms were also covered with various bracelets and rings, each piece clearly a different style.

The different styles here are not just different, but each one is clearly a product of a different civilization.

"Sit, my children, sit," Professor Trelawney said, and the students climbed onto the chairs or sank into the puffy cushions.

Louis and Draco sat together around a small table. The trio of Harry, Harry, and Draco exchanged a glance and then came over to sit with them.

Seeing Harry approach, Draco grinned crookedly, then tilted his head back and fainted.

Installed.

Harry was so angry he almost stomped on him.

"Welcome to the Divination class," said Professor Trelawney, settling herself into a winged armchair in front of the fireplace. "I am Professor Trelawney. You may not have met me before, since my life and the material world may not have had much real interaction."

What? You're chatting with Cthulhu for no reason?

"Since you've chosen Divination," Professor Trelawney said, beginning to adjust her shawl. The students held their breath, watching as Professor Trelawney meticulously fiddled with it for a long time before finally raising her head to continue, "I must warn you from the beginning that this is the most difficult course of all magical arts. If you don't possess 'vision,' then there's very little I can teach you. In this respect, books can only take you this far."

Professor Trelawney gestured with her hand to indicate a very, very small distance.

After hearing this, all four people at the table focused their attention on Hermione's face. Hermione was also a little flustered. She was surprised to hear that the textbook for this course was not very useful.

"Many witches and wizards, despite their genius in making loud, clattering noises, creating scents, and suddenly becoming invisible, cannot see through the fog and foresee the future," Professor Trelawney continued, a glint of light flashing on the lenses of her bottle-bottom glasses. "This talent is possessed by only a very few, you, boy."

She suddenly asked Neville, "How is your grandmother?"

Neville was so startled he nearly tumbled off his cushion. He stammered, "I think it's alright?"

"If I were you, I wouldn't be so sure," Professor Trelawney said, as the flickering firelight began to dance on her earrings, making her mysterious, charlatan-like aura even more eerie.

(End of this chapter)