I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 185 Snape: A Great Proposal

To be fair, Professor Trelawney isn't exactly a charlatan, since her predictions are sometimes surprisingly accurate.

But Harry's ominous sign can only be described as half and half, since Sirius Black isn't exactly an ominous sign for Harry.

Harry had never experienced such fright from a charlatan before. As a result, he became very nervous and couldn't sleep well at night. He was on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

Professor Trelawney was unaware of this, but she should have expected it. Louise thought it was probably one of her quirky hobbies, and making the students nervous was part of the divination class.

If you're not happy, don't play.

After class, Lewis went to the Quidditch pitch, which Slytherin had specially booked for the day to conduct special training for the new recruits.

Generally speaking, only Professor Snape would do something like this. The other three heads of the house are all quite concerned about their reputation, and they wouldn't do something like eating a cucumber raw or splitting a toad alive.

Snape: I have given too much to this house.

Of course, Louis understood his headmaster's protective behavior—after all, he was also a Slytherin and thus a direct beneficiary.

"Where's Lilybe?" Louis looked around but couldn't find Elizabeth. He asked Marcus, only to find him staring blankly at the sky with a mouth full of buck teeth.

Louis followed his gaze and froze instantly.

Elizabeth is truly a woman whose appearance doesn't reflect her character. While others ride brooms, she flies on a broom and bounces around on it. Louis clearly saw that Elizabeth even made a grass-walking motion on the broom.

What is the value of a Flight Talent 17? (hands on hips)

Elizabeth, who was enjoying the sky and the strong wind, saw her cousin, shouted "whoosh!" and suddenly changed direction, diving towards Louis.

Louis clearly heard a strange howling sound, and upon closer listening, he realized it was Stuka.

Where did you get that sound-producing device, my dear sister...?

Elizabeth whistled in, gracefully somersaulted, and landed smoothly on the ground, eliciting cheers and applause. She tilted her head charmingly and looked at Louis, asking, "Louis? What brings you here?"

"Let's see how your training is going." Louis said with a pleased expression, "Looks like you're doing pretty well?"

It has redefined the value of the word "good".

"It feels pretty good. I really enjoy this feeling of speed," Elizabeth said, handing Louis the extremely ornate broom she was holding.

Fire Arrow, +3 to Flight Talent.

No wonder, when paired with Elizabeth, they instantly become a max-level human.

Besides, the royal family seems to have an extraordinary talent for vehicles. For example, Louis's grandfather could speed across boats like the wind; Louis's good uncle shared the same hobby as your Xunzong; Louis's aunt was once a woman who went shrimp fishing with Stuka, although she drove a truck...

"I think I need to take you to see Headmaster Snape." Seeing the doubt in Elizabeth's eyes, Louis explained with a smile, "After all, if you want to join the Quidditch team, you need the Headmaster's permission."

"Okay." Elizabeth nodded, hoisting the broom onto her shoulder with an air of authority, looking every bit the boss.

Louis's eyelids twitched at the sight. Elizabeth had truly inherited the traits of a certain Elizabeth, showing absolutely no regard for so-called etiquette.

After all, they are relatives, so it's normal for them to look a bit alike.

Inside the Potions Department office.

Snape sat expressionless in his chair, raising his eyebrows as he looked at the Louise siblings. His expression seemed to say, "I'm busy, get to the point."

"Professor, this is my sister, Elizabeth of Gloucester," Louis introduced with a smile.

"Hello, Professor Snape." Elizabeth was unusually reliable at this moment, giving a very polite and ladylike bow.

Snape looked at the two figures in front of him, one large and one small, and then at the broom Elizabeth was holding. His eyelids twitched suddenly.

Isn't this a fire crossbow? When did it become possible for first-year students to buy and play with fire crossbows?

But then I thought, she's Louise's sister, so it's normal for her to have a little money.

"I suppose you wouldn't be so bored as to come all this way just to introduce your sister, would you, Professor Lewis?" Professor Snape spoke slowly, a forced, insincere smile playing on his lips.

"Oh, well, I do have something I'd like to ask of you, Professor." Louis paused, meeting Snape's "go on" look, and continued, "My sister has a good talent for flying, so I'd like to request that you make an exception and let her join the Slytherin Quidditch team..."

Professor Snape let out a nasal sound, somewhat annoyed, and said, "Louis, you should know that the Quidditch team isn't made up of first-year students..."

Louis immediately interrupted him: "My sister can do backflips on a flying broomstick."

Snape's expression immediately changed to one of astonishment. After a long pause, he slowly nodded and said, "Great suggestion, Louis. Go ahead, I accept."

Elizabeth jumped up excitedly upon hearing this: "Yay! Thank you, Professor!"

Back in his office, Louis happened to see Catherine eating a cream puff.

He walked over and whispered a few words in Catherine's ear. Catherine reacted as if she'd been electrocuted, throwing the half-eaten cream puff into the trash can and then slamming the puff bag down on Louis.

It was clear that Catherine was really angry. After smashing the things, she didn't intend to talk to Louis anymore, and no matter how much she tried to coax him, he remained haughty.

After lunch, Catherine still showed no signs of improvement, so Louis could only shrug and leave the castle for Hagrid's side; the first period that afternoon was Magical Creatures class.

After the rain, the light blue sky was refreshing, and the grass underfoot was soft and damp, with a fragrant earthy scent.

On his way down the slope to Hagrid's hut at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Louise happened to see a group of Slytherin students pulling up their hoods and imitating Dementors, trying to scare Harry.

The one leading the group was Draco.

Hagrid waited for his student by the door of the hut. He was wearing a mole-skin coat and didn't seem to mind the heat. His hunting dog, Tooth, was at his feet, circling and sniffing Hagrid, as if urging him to pull up the tree roots and get going.

"Alright, you lot, stop fooling around!" Hagrid shouted. "Hurry up, hurry up! We have something good to treat you to today. We're about to have a great lesson. Is everyone here? Good! Follow me!"

"He's not going to take us into the woods, is he...?" Harry muttered to himself worriedly, the Forbidden Forest holding some vivid memories for him.

He will never forget those unpleasant memories.

Ron's expression changed instantly. He looked at Hermione with a pale face and reached out to grab her small hand.

"What are you doing? You're pinching me too hard..." Hermione tried to shake off Ron's hand, but found that Ron was using too much force and she couldn't shake him off at all.

"Hermione..." Ron didn't finish his sentence, but Louis could tell that the next thing he was going to say was definitely "I'm scared."

What a spineless jerk...

However, to their surprise, Hagrid only led them along the edge of the woods, and five minutes later they arrived at a place that looked like a racetrack.

"Everyone, come stand over here on this side of the fence, yes, yes, yes," Hagrid said loudly. "That's right, stand where you can see. Now, the first thing you need to do is open your books."

"Perhaps you don't know how to open it." Hagrid's voice was loud as he picked up the book, "The Book of Monsters," and demonstrated for everyone: "Look, like me, you have to gently stroke along its spine. Remember, be gentle—see, it's open now."

Sure enough, Hagrid obediently opened the strange book in his hand.

The students followed suit, and one by one they opened the monster book in their hands.

Hagrid suddenly seemed to remember something and slapped his forehead: "Oh no, I don't think it's very useful for you to open this book. You should close it for now... Let me think, this lesson doesn't really need this book. You need more practice... I've found you a lot of interesting friends. Wait for me a moment."

The newly appointed Professor Hagrid was clearly flustered; he hurriedly ran away, leaving a group of students looking at each other in bewilderment.

"Has he always been like this?" Draco asked Harry hesitantly.

Harry replied somewhat uncertainly, "I only knew he couldn't keep secrets, but I didn't expect him to be so forgetful..."

"Whoa! Look!" Lavender Brown shrieked, pointing to the opposite side of the paddock in the distance.

Twelve... well, hippogriffs, which are basically griffins, came over under Hagrid's lead and shouts.

"Everyone step back a bit, these adorable creatures are hippogriffs." Hagrid laughed so hard that his beard split open—or rather, his mouth.

"Professor, I think you're the real cutie!" Louis shouted excitedly, and the students immediately echoed him, especially the Harry trio, who seemed to thrive on chaos.

This made Hagrid blush. He scratched his neck sheepishly and said with a grin, "Haha... I'm not cute at all. Thank you, Louis. I'm all clumsy and have nothing to do with cuteness."

"You're cuter than this hippogriff," Draco teased maliciously.

The students joined in with excited "oh oh oh," and Hagrid, seeing the topic veering off course, quickly changed the subject, saying, "Hehe, actually they're very pretty, aren't they?"

"They are indeed quite beautiful." Everyone nodded in agreement. The first impression of these half-horse, half-bird creatures was shock. After the shock subsided, they appreciated their magnificent and beautiful figures, as well as their shiny fur—it was amazing how the transition from feathers to fur was so seamless, with various colors, including dark gray, bronze, shiny chestnut, and jet black, and so on.

Hagrid rubbed his large hands together and said with a chuckle, "If you'd like to get a little closer..."

Harry got kicked in the butt; it was Louis who kicked him.

Before he could react, Hagrid's eyes lit up, and he quickly grabbed him as he tried to turn back: "Okay, it seems Harry is very interested in these beautiful big guys. I need to make it clear beforehand that these guys are very proud and easy to offend. I want to warn you, never, ever provoke a hippogriff, because it might be the thing you regret the most."

"Come on, Harry, show everyone."

Before Hagrid could finish speaking, Ron inexplicably popped out of the crowd.

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"Oh, Ron wants to try too? Then you two come together." Hagrid completely ignored Ron's terrified look and pulled Ron over.

"You two, go to him and bow first. If they bow back, you can touch him. If he doesn't bow, you'd better run... because he probably doesn't really like you. Look at those sharp claws, they're no joke."

Harry looked eager to try, but Hermione hissed from the crowd behind him, "Harry! Think about your tea leaves..."

She jumped out of the crowd halfway through her sentence, and Hagrid's eyes lit up when he saw her.

These three have truly been spoiled all this time; they really step up when it comes to trouble!

Hagrid's eyes welled up with tears.

A hero needs three helpers, and a fence needs three posts—this saying holds true.

Hermione turned around and glared at Louis, gritting her teeth, only to find Louis with his hands behind his head, looking up at the sky, not forgetting to secretly stick out a foot and kick Draco out.

Well, someone has to step up voluntarily, right?

The four men stood before the hippogriffs, approaching cautiously as Hagrid had instructed, and then bowed. The four hippogriffs also bent their scaly forelegs and lowered their bodies, clearly bowing in return.

"Well done! You four! Now—yes, you can touch them now, I mean, touch their beaks." Hagrid said ecstatically. Such a perfect result on his first lesson, looks like I'm not so bad after all!

Confidence can be boosted with a little scratch.

The four of them felt that if they didn't pat them on the beak, they might easily lose the friendship of the hippogriffs. They exchanged a glance, took a deep breath, and stepped forward to gently pat their beaks a few times.

The winged creatures with hippogriffs and giraffe bodies lazily closed their eyes, as if they really enjoyed being photographed like that.

All the students began to applaud, and Hagrid clapped along, saying, "Very good, four students. I think they might be willing to let you ride on them."

Following Hagrid's instructions step by step, the four students climbed onto the hippogriffs in front of them.

"Now, grab them by the collar. Don't worry, the feathers over there are thick, they won't be afraid of you pulling them," Hagrid shouted, and once they were ready, he patted each of the four monsters on the rump.

Twelve-foot-long wings unfolded on either side of the students, and one by one they soared into the sky amidst their gasps of surprise.

(End of this chapter)