I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 202 How to break the Italians' defenses

Louis guessed that Snape was probably furious by now; sometimes, speaking too quickly comes at a price.

It's unfair to lose those 20 points, so people should never get carried away.

Sirius witnessed this scene and, amidst Snape's disgusted expression, let out a deafening screech.

As Snape's lifelong nemesis, Sirius Black was always willing to annoy Snape at any time and in any place, even if the annoyance was only a little bit.

"As long as it's congested, that's enough," he always said.

After all, this was his best brother's favorite hobby back in school. Regardless of who was right or wrong back then, Dean Snape is definitely a jerk now.

Honestly, even Lewis, a Slytherin, thought that Professor Snape was sometimes a bit too shameless, not to mention how the students from the other three houses viewed him.

When Louis and his wife arrived at the auditorium, they were greeted with cheers.

"Are you transferring to Gryffindor?" Hermione shouted excitedly. The little girl's Halloween costume consisted of two long, large front teeth; anyone who didn't know her would mistake her for a walrus.

It seems she has moved on from that experience, at least she's not as resistant to the big teeth anymore.

What you need is a village of walrus people.

Yes, so Ron also got a long, big incisor, which looked hilarious and was also very convenient.

"Yes, from now on, Catherine and I are Gryffindors." Louis lied without batting an eye.

As soon as he finished speaking, he was greeted with cheers from the entire Gryffindor school.

The Slytherins' expressions immediately fell; they had taken the joke seriously.

In Gryffindor, only the twins didn't believe it. As masters of mischief, the two, now dressed as ghosts, shouted in unison, "I don't believe it unless you prove it to us."

Louis shrugged. "Yeah, I was just kidding. This is our Halloween costume."

As she spoke, Christa led Tom and Jerry into the Great Hall and walked over to Louise. The three of them, dressed in their matching Gryffindor outfits, almost blinded the students.

In this way, even a fool could tell that it was their family's Halloween costume. The Slytherin students regained their smiles and energy, while the Gryffindor students booed and clearly felt they had been tricked and were not happy.

"It's alright, I can still be Ravenclaw next year." Louis chuckled, picked up the pumpkin juice in front of Harry, and sipped it all in one go.

"I haven't had any yet..." Harry said weakly.

"If you're going to drink it, I won't." Louis looked disgusted. "Tsk, what's with your outfit? You look like someone from the last century!"

Harry's outfit is a bit retro, and he even has a fake beard, making him look very much like the famous French writer Guy de Maupassant.

He also resembles a kind-looking man with a big beard named Joseph.

Today is Lupin's weak period, and Friday is the night of the full moon, so Lupin hasn't recovered yet and hasn't participated in Halloween. His classmates don't know about this, and only a few professors know, except for Snape; everyone keeps it a secret.

As for Snape, it seemed like he wanted the whole world to know. Whether in Potions class or in his substitute classes for other years, he was always being sarcastic and incredibly annoying.

Sirius Black's outfit today is Snape—yes, a black bat-like cloak and a greasy black wig, which instantly wins the favor of Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw.

The reason Gryffindor likes Sirius Black is because he originally came from Gryffindor, while the other two houses have a simpler mentality: as long as you persecute Snape, you are our good friend.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Professor Snape sat in the main seat. If looks could kill, Sirius Black would be dead by now.

If it weren't for the large number of people in the Great Hall and Dumbledore's presence, he would have already grabbed Sirius and started throwing the Divine Edge around like crazy.

Sirius's level of dislike for him has now risen to the same level as Potter's. If possible, he would like to use the Divine Sharpness to give both of them a makeover.

This idea can only remain in the realm of imagination. Unless he abandons the light and chooses to join Voldemort, he may never have a chance to take revenge in this lifetime.

But this is clearly a paradox. Voldemort was the murderer of Lily. How could Snape, the only one Hogwarts designated as the Sheep, choose to follow Voldemort?

The auditorium was decorated the same as in previous years, without any new ideas. If we had to pick out a new element, it would be that the seventh graders and freshmen had all been replaced.

The banquet is a free event; everyone can gather in small groups and sit together without feeling constrained. You can sit with whomever you want, provided that everyone agrees.

Penelope, a Ravenclaw, forced her way into Louis's inner circle with her best friend Veronica.

"Louis, this is my good friend Veronica. She'd love to meet you." Penelope introduced her best friend to Louis in a very open and friendly manner.

Veronica was indeed very beautiful, a stunning woman with dark hair and dark eyes, who appeared to be of Italian descent. Sure enough, the moment she opened her mouth, a thick Italian accent emanated from her English.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Your Highness Mountbatten. I am Veronica Esposito." Veronica extended her hand and shook Louis's. "I'm currently studying at Ravenclaw Academy, in the same year as Penelope."

Louis clearly sensed Veronica's nervousness. He smiled gently and reassured her, gesturing for her to sit with the others.

Before long, Vitali, dressed as a vampire, came over, found a chair, and plopped down to Louis's right, facing Veronica.

Whether it was just my imagination or not, after they introduced themselves, Veronica and Vitali seemed to have a strange spark between them when they looked at each other.

It was crackling and popping, which was kind of scary.

Catherine nudged Louis and whispered in his ear, "What's going on? Did they know each other before?"

"I don't know either," Louis replied in a similarly quiet voice.

"Could it be that their outfits clash?" Catherine whispered, subtly pointing to Veronica's angel wings.

Yes, Veronica also had a sparkling halo on her head, dressed like a typical angel.

Angels and vampires clearly belong to two opposing camps, so it's not surprising that they inexplicably develop hostility towards each other.

But Catherine was clearly wrong; the hostility between the two people in front of her was not due to a clash of cosplay images.

To be honest, Vitalie was actually quite wicked. She picked up a small card from the table and quickly wrote something on it. Before long, the house-elves swiftly and efficiently served her a plate of tomato spaghetti.

The next moment, she picked up a knife and fork and, with an air of nonchalance, carefully cut the pasta in front of Veronica, slowly putting it into her mouth like she was eating fried rice, yet with an unexpected elegance.

Seeing Vitalie's actions, Veronica rolled her eyes, slapped her forehead, and muttered helplessly to herself, "Good heavens... what a barbaric way to eat..."

Vitalie raised an eyebrow at her defiantly, with an expression that said, "What can you do about it?"

Clearly angered by Vitali's provocative actions, Veronica immediately lowered her head and wrote down what she wanted to eat. Soon, a long baguette was brought to her.

Veronica picked up the baguette, stood up, snapped it in half against her leg, slammed it angrily on the table, and then picked up one of the halves and began to bite into it viciously, as if she were tearing into Vitali's flesh.

But this obviously didn't work on that silly woman, Vitali.

"I think..." Catherine began to take sides: "Veronica, perhaps you should use the trapdoor to go to France now, find a Muggle shop to buy a tape recorder, then carry it around, play the Prussian March, and dance under the Arc de Triomphe. That might be more effective."

As it turns out, Vitalis's nemesis has always been Catherine. As a master of breast-based magic, Catherine always finds the right moment and angle to break Vitalis's defenses.

As soon as Catherine finished speaking, Vitalie made a "thud" sound, and a noodle popped out of her nose.

She glared at Catherine fiercely, then reached out and tore the noodle off her plate, continuing her struggle with the pasta on her plate.

Veronica gave Catherine a thumbs up, then turned to Penelope and asked, "So, what are you planning to eat?"

Penelope had already written the order card, and when the house-elf brought her the plate, Veronica was immediately enraged.

She never expected that the cruelest betrayal would come from her best friend.

"What...what is this?" she asked, her fingers trembling as she pointed to the pizza on Penelope's plate.

"Pizza!" Penelope exclaimed with a beaming smile, introducing it to Veronica as if it were a treasure trove of delicacies. "Look, pineapple, ham... what a wonderful combination..."

"Mama, Penelope, I think you're getting a little too cocky." Veronica's voice trembled as much as her fingers: "This is garbage, unapproachable food. If pizza had a caste system, it would be Dalit, mama's boy..."

She made a "seven" shape with her two hands and waved them in front of her.

"Do you know how high the sugar content is in this? Take it away, take it away, take it away now, what I make tastes much better than this..." Veronica's voice even carried a hint of heartbreak.

Of course, many students may not understand why Italians react so strongly to pineapple pizza.

Let me give you an analogy. It's like the Seres people seeing pineapple-filled buns, strawberry mapo tofu, chocolate-filled xiaolongbao, dumpling ice cream, and chocolate-dipped noodles—it's just as unacceptable. Meanwhile, the person who made them actually likes to eat them and innocently asks you, "What's wrong? How are you? Are you getting hard?"

"Why don't you give it a try? It's definitely not as bad as you think," Penelope urged, even moving the plate closer to her.

Veronica flinched as if she'd been electrocuted, saying with disgust, "Ham and pineapple? This awful combination, it'll definitely give me acid reflux! My stomach will rumble and gurgle after eating it, oh my god, Penelope, my best sister, why did you have to hurt me like this…"

"Pineapple with pizza is a joke! Who would eat fruit flavored food?!" Veronica genuinely couldn't accept it.

With a soul from a country of gastronomy, Louise completely understood Veronica's feelings. After all, even the strawberry mapo tofu made by those Japanese who were living comfortably was enough to drive anyone crazy.

"Give me a piece." Vitalie, always eager for drama, was purely hostile towards Veronica, a hostility stemming from the rivalry between two European culinary nations.

After all, in literature there is no first place, but in martial arts there is no second. In the realm of food, French cuisine and Italian cuisine have always been neck and neck in Europe.

Penelope obediently forked a slice of pizza and handed it to Vitalie's plate.

Vitalie picked up her knife and fork and carefully cut the pizza.

"Mommy..." Veronica was truly exhausted; she was too tired to even complain: "Eating pizza with a knife and fork... Mommy, you guys really..."

Tired, destroy it.

She clutched her hair with both hands and collapsed to the spot until Penelope put a piece of pizza into her mouth.

But it wasn't as delicious as I had imagined.

Veronica took two bites, then immediately spat them into the nearby trash can, saying with obvious disgust, "No, I still can't stand the taste. Oh my god, it's too sweet! How much of a sweet tooth does someone have to be to choose this kind of pizza? I also can't stand pineapple and tomato mixed together; it's too horrible. I really can't..."

"If you want pizza, I suggest you don't put any fruit on it, Penelope," Veronica sighed, pointing to the pizza plate. "Don't torture the poor pizza anymore. If you really can't, I can bake one for you. Please trust the Italians' skills; after all, we're the country that invented pizza..."

"Okay." Penelope smiled like a little fox who had just stolen a chicken.

"Oh my god, fruit pizza, as my best friend, please don't go astray again, Penelope..." Veronica pleaded sadly.

Louis had actually wanted to order a durian pizza, but to show respect for Veronica, an Italian, he decided against it.

"Didn't you say you wanted durian pizza tonight? Why did you change it to a hamburger?" Catherine asked in a low voice, puzzled.

"It's just respect. If anyone dares to eat a durian-filled bun in front of me, I'll smash their brain into a durian." Louis said, getting so caught up in the situation that he was practically gritting his teeth by the end.

(End of this chapter)