I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 193 Wanting to Kiss the Dementor Serpent

Sirius Black never imagined that he would one day be so humiliated by a female student. As a dashing young man at Hogwarts, he was usually the one who was given way by the female students.

"It was an accident," Sirius tried to explain, but it sounded rather weak and unconvincing.

After a few lighthearted banter, Louis asked Sirius, "What are you planning to do after the Ministry of Magic exonerates you in a couple of days?"

"I don't know," Sirius said honestly, glancing at Harry and then at the others. "I've been away from the wizarding world for quite a while, and I'm not sure what to do right now. If nothing else works, staying home and sleeping all day is a good option."

"I have a good idea, which could also allow you to look after Harry when you're free," Louis said, only finishing the sentence.

"What idea?" Sirius was clearly intrigued, looking all ears.

"My Defense Against the Dark Arts class is short of a teaching assistant, what do you think..." Louis smiled with a hint of malice; he simply wanted to use Sirius as his tool.

"That's a good suggestion indeed," Sirius chuckled. "And I can legitimately spend time with Harry at school... What do I even need to do?"

"Oh, just think of yourself as a real Defense Against the Dark Arts professor," Louis shrugged. "I'll provide you with the teaching materials."

At this point, Harry, Harry, and Sirius began showing off the fascinating Mirror World to Sirius, the country bumpkin from Azkaban. Sirius's interest grew stronger and stronger, until he even slammed his hand on the table: "That's amazing! I can't wait to experience it..."

"There will be plenty of opportunities." Louis glanced at the clock on the wall and began urging them to get lost: "I think you guys should leave too, I need to sleep."

The three children reluctantly left. Judging from Hermione's expression, she seemed particularly eager to ask Sirius what it was like to be imprisoned in Azkaban.

Perhaps she wanted to kiss the Dementor.

Louis, who was sitting on the sofa, got up and went back to the bedroom. Just as he sat down on the chair by the bed, he saw Catherine bring in a plate of bright green grapes.

"Have a taste, these are freshly picked grapes." Catherine smiled and placed the plate on the table in front of Louis.

Louis picked up a grape and put it in his mouth. A burst of sourness exploded from the grape he had bitten into, several times stronger than vinegar. He really didn't know where Catherine got the grapes.

This little girl is probably going to rebel.

But Louis is clearly a man with excellent facial expression control, and also a hardcore tough guy. He made a very comfortable expression, picked up a grape and put it in his mouth to chew.

"They're pretty good, Little Moon. Where did you buy these grapes?" she asked Catherine while eating.

Catherine, unaware that the grapes were sour, smiled and said, "These were sent by an owl from my mother. Here, I'll have a taste."

As he spoke, under Louis's gloating gaze, he twisted off a grape and put it in his mouth.

Louis watched her expectantly, wondering when she would give in, only to find that she actually finished one grape and then picked at the other, laughing and saying it was quite sweet.

Louis wasn't having it. Could it be that only the two grapes he ate earlier were sour? So he plucked another one, but the moment he bit into it, his composure was ruined. He quickly spat out the grape, looking like he was in pain.

Catherine leaned over suddenly, her warm lips touching his. He was about to respond when he felt two grapes squeeze into his mouth.

As their lips parted, Catherine smoothed her hair, narrowed her eyes with a satisfied expression, and teased condescendingly, "Silly little deer, trying to outsmart me?"

That smug and proud little look of his was incredibly cute.

Louis couldn't stand it any longer, and the scumbag spat out two grapes, which hit Catherine right on the forehead.

"You've gone too far, Little Moon!" He sprang to his feet with a somersault, slamming Catherine onto the bed. "Tell me, did you already know these grapes were sour and deliberately lure me in?"

As he spoke, he placed his hand on Catherine's waist and tickled her.

"Hahaha... No, little deer, waah... Hahahaha... I don't know... Hahaha, stop!" Catherine laughed and begged for mercy. Her weakness was the ticklish spot on her waist, which she would scratch until she begged for mercy every time Louis grabbed her.

"Was I wrong?" Louis asked, feigning fierceness, without stopping scratching his itch.

"Oh... wrong, wrong... hahaha..." Catherine kicked her legs, knocking the pillow to the ground.

"Call me brother, call me good brother and I'll let you go."

"Okay...hahaha...good brother..."

Louis finally released Catherine with satisfaction. Catherine lay limply on the bed for a while, and Louis considerately brushed the stray hairs that were stuck to her forehead from sweat. After a while, Catherine gently kicked him: "Those grapes were a gift from Mom, after all. Knowing her personality, how could she possibly give us sweet grapes... But when you first said they were very sweet, I actually believed you. However, when I took the grapes, I saw the ill intent on your face."

"What ill intentions? How dare you slander someone's innocence out of thin air!" Louis was furious and slapped Catherine's thigh with his claws, making a loud cracking sound.

Catherine smiled slightly and lightly punched Louis's shoulder with her small fist: "You little rascal, do you think you can fool me about what you're thinking?"

Louis stood up, gestured for Catherine to wait a moment, then rummaged through Ye Ziyan's desk and found a pair of black-rimmed glasses. He put them on, walked back to Catherine, stared at her intently for a long time, and then abruptly took off the glasses: "Then guess what I'm thinking right now?"

"I won't guess." Catherine's face was a little red; she was unwilling to tell what this silly little deer was thinking.

Catherine was certain she had guessed, but she insisted that it was absolutely forbidden to say it.

"If you won't tell me, then..." Louis put his glasses on Catherine's face. To be honest, the glasses actually enhanced Catherine's cold and beautiful temperament by three points.

Little Louis was filled with awe.

What's that saying? Airplanes are the highest in the sky, glasses are the lowest on the ground…

"Little Moon".

"Hmm?" Catherine tilted her head slightly and made a very cute, puzzled sound.

"It's okay, don't take your glasses off later."

……

The next day, the front page of The Daily Prophet took a dramatic turn, and began to systematically and deliberately whitewash Sirius Black—not by force, but by reason and evidence, leaving no room for criticism.

"Who says only those who stand in the light are heroes?" That's today's front page, along with a bonus photo of Sirius Black wearing a smart suit and combing his hair like an adult.

The article recounts the truth of the story from back then. It says that James and Lily originally wanted Sirius to be their secret keeper, but Sirius felt he was too conspicuous, so he suggested that the less noticeable Peter Pettigrew be their secret keeper instead. The article also focuses on how Peter Pettigrew betrayed James and Lily, the heartbroken Sirius's pursuit of Peter, and Peter's escape, all of which are firsthand information exclusively unearthed by Rita.

Of course, they didn't forget to include our Minister, and after boasting, they changed the subject and began to praise Sirius Black, calling him a true friend.

At the end of the article, Dumbledore summarizes his assessment of Sirius: "Sirius was a man faithful to the ideals of a Gryffindor student. He was sincere and brave; he was willing to go to war and to sacrifice himself for those he loved. He was extremely loyal to his best friend, James Potter."

Bonus photo included is a picture of Sirius Black, James, and Lupin, captioned "Sirius Black, Good Wizzard, Good Friend, Good Guy".

Simultaneously, reports appeared in the Muggle world, but these only removed Sirius Black's wanted status, acknowledged the previous accusations as wrong, and included a photo of the real culprit, Peter Pettigrew.

Sirius Black went from being universally hated to a beloved, long-suffering hero overnight.

At the Weasleys' house, Aunt Molly, holding a newspaper and wiping away tears, said to Arthur, "See, Arthur? I knew Sirius could never betray James!"

"Ah...this..." Arthur was also at a loss. He didn't really want to believe it either, but the evidence was so irrefutable that even if James were resurrected, it seemed unlikely that he could forcibly clear Sirius's name.

But you can't really blame him. The only one to blame is Sirius, who acted like Xu Shu entering Cao Cao's camp. If he had just offered a single word in his own defense, he wouldn't have remained completely silent.

This happened to countless wizarding families. Everyone sympathized with Sirius Black's plight and condemned Peter Pettigrew's cowardly and traitorous behavior. It seemed that overnight, Peter Pettigrew became synonymous with traitor throughout the wizarding world.

They've been nailed to the pillar of historical shame; even Judas would have to admit he's an expert.

Some wizards also affirmed Fudge's efforts to correct the wrongs, and a considerable number of wizards fully affirmed his act of "providing information".

Fudge is now sitting in Louis's office, beaming with pride, and at least eight out of ten of his sentences are expressions of gratitude.

The Hogwarts students only learned about the big events of the previous night through the newspapers. Everyone was whispering and talking about what was reported in the newspapers. When Sirius Black appeared in the Great Hall for a meal, the atmosphere in the entire Great Hall was immediately ignited. After he announced that he would become the assistant teacher for Defense Against the Dark Arts, the atmosphere reached its peak, with countless students applauding and cheering. After all, Sirius Black was an excellent and outstanding wizard.

Think about it, Sirius Black was a troublesome opponent even for Voldemort, so his Defense Against the Dark Arts must have been extremely advanced and proficient.

After Fudge left, two more unexpected guests arrived at Louis's office.

It was Lucius and Narcissa, a married couple.

"Your Highness, is what the newspaper reported... true?" Narcissa still felt a little unreal. After reading the newspaper, she felt dizzy and as if she were in a dream all day. Even though she had married into the Malfoy family, she still cared about the Black family. After all, Sirius Black was now her only living relative from her maternal family and the only male heir of the Black family.

"That's true," Louis replied with a smile. "He'll be here in a bit, you can have a good chat with him."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Sirius Black whistled and pushed open the door to come in.

"Lucius, Narcissa." He greeted them somewhat coldly, his only politeness stemming from his familial affection for Narcissa. If it weren't for that, he wouldn't have bothered with the couple.

Voldemort's lackey, bah!

As a Gryffindor, he has a double debuff on both Slytherins and Death Eaters.

"Sir Lucius is now working with me," Louis said meaningfully.

As a shrewd person, Sirius naturally understood Louis's implied meaning. He paused for a moment, then immediately put on a smiling face and sat down in a friendly manner.

Louis thoughtfully left, leaving the office to the three of them to do as they pleased.

The main problem is that I don't have much food in my stomach; I haven't eaten much since noon...

The three of them can be taken care of by Christa.

When they arrived at the Great Hall, they saw everyone having a heated discussion, but Harry didn't seem very interested. Ron and Hermione on either side of him were scolding Harry with serious expressions.

"What's wrong?" Louis walked over and asked with a smile, "What heinous thing Harry did? You two seem to have a lot of complaints about him."

"Wasn't it Lavender Brown who confessed to him?" Hermione glared at Harry, exasperated, and said, "Harry, take my advice, Lavender is a dangerous person, you can't handle her..."

It's really hard to control her; that girl is incredibly promiscuous. I heard she's already had several boyfriends. She's also undeniably beautiful. Unlike in the movies, Lavender looks a lot like Emma Roberts—sly and manipulative, the kind of womanizer who could easily have slept with several Josephines.

That's the guy who cuckolded Napoleon.

Harry, a complete novice in love, will probably be played to death by Lavender.

"But, but I like him too," Harry retorted, looking at Hermione with some confusion.

"Bullshit! Is that what you call liking her?" Ron slammed his hand on the table, pointing at Harry and yelling, "You're just lusting after her body! You're disgusting!"

"But I really like him." Harry held his head, looking a little stubborn.

Louis patted him on the shoulder and said with a hint of regret, "Samson also liked Delilah... If you want to be on par with Samson, I don't mind if you choose her."

(End of this chapter)