I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 197 The Deer's Counterattack

As it turns out, the scumbag Louis wouldn't just sit idly by and wait to be killed.

The showdown inside the "Always Required" room ended with a complete victory for Louis.

Catherine is now hanging upside down in front of Louis, her little face filled with resentment and humiliation.

"Being hung up like that must have been unpleasant, right?" Louis casually pinched Catherine's soft thigh, his tone light and teasing.

Catherine slowly closed her eyes, suppressing her anger, and said in a very calm tone, her voice trembling slightly, "I hope you won't regret this..."

Louis chuckled, then slapped Catherine's peach with his claws, making a crisp sound. "I see you don't understand your current situation. Tell me, do you realize your mistake?"

"No." Catherine was not about to back down to Louis.

Louis immediately perked up. He used a spell to bind Catherine, then cast the reverse spell of the upside-down bell to put her down. He sat on the sofa in the Room of Requirement and laid Catherine across his lap.

"It's not too late for you to change your mind now," Louis offered a suggestion.

"Hmph, I will not give in to you, you bastard Mr. Deer." Catherine was very stubborn, looking indignant and defiant, holding up her long swan neck and refusing to meet Louis's eyes.

Louis didn't speak, but placed his hand on Catherine's waist and used the Mountbatten family's ancestral method—counting ribs.

This was a real hardship for Catherine. Bound by magic, she could only move her head and above. Moreover, she didn't want to give in to Louis, so she could only endure the itchy feeling and suppress the urge to laugh out loud. Her fair face was burning as if she were drunk.

"Huh? You're not itchy?" Louis looked at Catherine, whose face was flushed, and gave her an approving look. "You're an iron lady. I'll try the next move."

As he spoke, he reached out and took off Catherine's little leather shoes, revealing her little feet wrapped in black cotton socks.

It's hard to imagine why someone as tall as Catherine would have such tiny, perfectly shaped feet. Louis waved his finger, turning a small wooden stick into a long feather.

"Shall we continue, Little Moon?" Louis reached out and lifted Catherine's chin, only to have her bite his finger.

He didn't use much force, it was quite light. Catherine glared at him resentfully, biting her finger in her mouth with gritted teeth, looking like a cat with its fur standing on end.

Considering the cotton socks were a bit thick, Louis slowly pulled the over-the-knee socks down Catherine's thighs until both socks were off her legs. Then, Louis took the feather and gently brushed it lightly against the soles of her feet.

Catherine was strong and had great endurance; even though her lips were almost bleeding from biting, she still stubbornly held on. Louis couldn't help but increase the pressure, and soon Catherine broke down, giggling.

"Hey, Little Moon, aren't you still angry with me? Why are you laughing out loud?" Louis's tone was extremely smug, more so than ten Zeng Xiaoxians.

"Hahaha... Let go of me... Ouch... It's so itchy, I can't take it anymore, hahahaha..."

For someone like Catherine who is ticklish, being tickled is undoubtedly an unbearable form of torture, especially when there is no way to avoid or resist it.

"So... were you wrong?" Louis asked with a grin, without stopping what he was doing.

"I...I did nothing wrong, you're the one who's wrong...hahahaha...you little bastard..." Catherine was still being stubborn.

Upon hearing this, Louis put down the feather in his hand. Catherine felt the tickling on her foot stop and looked at Louis with some confusion, wondering why the little deer had let her go so easily.

But her smile quickly faded as she saw Louis crumple the two socks he had just pulled off her legs into a ball and stare at her rosy lips with ill intent.

"What...what are you going to do?" Catherine's voice trembled slightly. This brat, he wouldn't be going to...

"Guess?" Louis chuckled and held the sock toward Catherine's mouth.

"Stop!" Catherine finally panicked. How filthy! How could she put this in her mouth? This time, she finally succumbed to Louis's coercion and repeatedly said, "I was wrong, I'm sorry, Little Deer..."

That little face of hers was so endearingly unexpected, it was almost pitiful to look at.

"That's more like it." Louis chuckled, putting down the ball of socks he was holding, patting Catherine's thigh, and asking with a smile, "So, who's in charge of this house from now on?"

"You..." Catherine was surprisingly compliant; she was truly afraid that Louis would tickle her again, especially when he stuffed a sock into her mouth to stop the tickling.

"What if I ask you for something in the future? Will you agree?" Louis continued to push his luck.

"I agree..." Catherine replied in a muffled voice.

"Then will you still dare to lose your temper with me in the future?" Louis pinched Catherine's cheek. To be honest, it didn't feel bad, so he pinched it a couple more times.

"Don't go too far!" Catherine said coldly.

"I think you're going to refuse a toast only to suffer a forfeit!" Louis said, picking up the wad of socks again.

When Catherine saw the socks, her attitude softened instantly: "Alright...you're the head of the household, I'll do whatever you say..."

"That's more like it." Louis chuckled, put down the socks in his hand, and casually untied Catherine's binding spell.

Unexpectedly, the moment Catherine broke free of her restraints, she used a spell to bind him again.

"Mr. Deer, didn't expect this?" Catherine smiled gently, raising her hand to lightly stroke Louis's face.

Louis wasn't flustered at all. His expression was calm and his face was as steady as an old dog's: "I really didn't expect this. I underestimated you, Little Moon."

"Hmph..." Catherine flipped over and straddled Louis, reaching out to remove his shoes and socks, and conjured up a long feather in return.

She was about to tickle Louis when she remembered the naughty thing he had just done, so she grabbed the stocking that Louis had just rolled up and stuffed it into his mouth.

……

Ten minutes later, Catherine, drenched in sweat, looked at Louis, who remained motionless in front of her, and began to have some doubts.

That's not right. Normally, even if you gag Mr. Deer, he'll still whimper. Why is he so quiet today?

She suspiciously pulled the sock out of Louis's mouth, and was about to ask a question when she suddenly felt someone grab her from behind.

The warm breath brushed against my ear, tickling and tingling, feeling very comfortable, yet also quite strange.

Before she could think, she was about to use magic to retaliate when Louis disarmed her first.

"Looks like I'm still a cut above, Little Moon."

Louis stretched out his mouth and bit Catherine's delicate little earlobe.

"You naughty little deer..." Catherine's body was so numb that she had no ability to resist. She simply closed her eyes and surrendered completely.

Well, it seems I can't escape this little deer's grasp today. She's determined to go to the Mirror World to cultivate properly before coming out to settle accounts with this wretched Mr. Deer.

"Still dare to resist?" Louis said, gently biting her earlobe with his teeth.

"No, I wouldn't dare." Catherine was very sensible and admitted defeat in a soft voice, which was a virtue of all Slytherins.

Fight if you can win, admit defeat if you can't.

"What if you dare to resist again?" Louis asked softly.

"Then I'll be the puppy..." Catherine made a rather solemn vow.

This time, Catherine didn't resist, but gave Louis a resentful look, picked up the socks on the sofa, shook them vigorously, and then used her two thumbs to push the socks forward little by little along the top of the socks until the top of the socks was squeezed to the arch of her feet. Then she slowly put her delicate little feet in, and then pulled the top of the socks up little by little along her beautifully shaped long legs.

"You naughty little deer, these socks are so hard to put on..." Catherine complained as she pulled the socks up to her thighs.

Louis leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and said nonchalantly, "It's okay, I'll wear it a couple more times. I just love watching this."

"Hmph." Catherine gave a cryptic snort, put on her other sock, slipped on her leather shoes, stood up, and looked down at Louis: "What are you still doing here?"

Upon hearing this, Louis stood up and said with a smile, "Let's go, I'm hungry too."

Tonight's dinner... Actually, what the school's menu offers has nothing to do with him. Anyway, he has Aslo and a bunch of little elves providing special services, so he only needs to write down what he wants to eat on a card in the office, and Aslo will naturally bring it to him.

Vitali was also at dinner tonight, and she casually ordered herself a pineapple pizza.

The French have some strange quirk; they just love eating this kind of neither-here-nor-there stuff. Luckily, there aren't any Italians here, or they would definitely be furious.

The first major battle between Italy and France—just thinking about it is exciting.

"I must say, the house-elves at Hogwarts are quite skilled cooks," Vitalie commented, eating with impeccable manners. "They're far superior to Beauxbatons. I don't know how I survived back then..."

"Don't the little elves of Beauxbatons cook well?" Louis asked curiously, as this was the first time he had heard Vitali mention Beauxbatons.

"It's not that it's bad, it's just barely edible," Vitalie shrugged. "Ms. Maxim believes that eating overly delicious food can make students lose their motivation, so..."

"What kind of absurd theory is this?" Louis chuckled. "You can't expect the horse to run without feeding it..."

"She's the principal, she's the one who calls the shots," Vitalie mumbled, chewing on her pineapple pizza.

As we finished our meal and were having dessert, Emerys flew in through the window, carrying two letters.

One letter was from his aunt, inquiring about his cousin Elizabeth's situation at school and whether she was settling in well. The other letter was from Napoleon, polite in tone but unfriendly in meaning—he was questioning Louis about whether he had forgotten him and that he was eager to witness the wonders of the magical world.

When Louis saw Napoleon's letter, he slapped his forehead.

Hey, guess what? Louis really forgot about him...

Around seven o'clock, Louis greeted the ladies and followed the fireplace into the palace.

Napoleon was standing with his hands behind his back, commenting on the paintings on the wall, but judging from his expression, he didn't seem to understand them very well.

"Napoleon~" Louis patted him on the shoulder.

Napoleon slowly turned around, a look of disdain on his face, and said, "You won't even call me Your Majesty..."

"First of all, there is no His Majesty here; secondly, we all call him Comrade here; and finally..." Louis thought for a moment, but decided not to say the last part, after all, being targeted by censors was not a good thing.

Napoleon, however, was clearly intrigued. He grabbed Louis's sleeve and asked with great curiosity, "The last thing?"

"Don't pry into other people's business," Louis patted Napoleon's arm and asked, "Where's my Aunt Liz?"

"They're in that room over there, it seems like they're talking about something," Napoleon said, pointing to a room not far away.

Louis went over to see what was happening. His aunt was sitting on the sofa watching TV. When she saw Louis coming, she greeted him with a kind smile: "My favorite cookies are here? Come sit next to your aunt."

He smiled and sat down next to his aunt, and they started chatting about everyday things.

Nothing major has happened recently, but there has been a minor incident in the Muggle world. It is said that a member of parliament was preparing to impeach Prime Minister Harker, but it seems that due to some unknown underhanded tactics by Sir Humphrey, the matter has been dropped.

I guess he learned it from Humphrey and Arnold...

When the topic of taking Napoleon away came up, Auntie didn't object at all; on the contrary, she was quite happy—mainly because Napoleon was a bit of a womanizer and had recently been showering attention on Cousin Anne. But since both of them were single, Auntie couldn't openly object. Since Louis could take him away, that was really the best thing ever.

What? You mean Napoleon and Louise of Austria? Don't be ridiculous, Louise has been dead for so many years, her bones are probably rotten and brittle in the graveyard by now…

Somehow, Napoleon merged with the Orb of Deception, and now he is no different from a normal human being, even his aesthetic sense has changed.

He seems to be no different from Napoleon in history; they both like young widows.

The case is solved! It turns out Napoleon was Cao Cao reincarnated? That Cao Cao-esque hobby... I heard he even slept with the Queen of Prussia when he was there?

It seems that the queen was also named Louise...

Look, the benefactor who rescued Napoleon from St. Helena was named Louise, Napoleon's queen was also named Louise, and the Prussian queen who was rumored to have had some kind of affair with him was also named Louise...

I have an inextricable connection with the Lu family in this lifetime.

(End of this chapter)