I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 203 Nurmengard

Of course, no one would eat durian-filled buns in front of Louis.

This is a British magic school, and no one from any country living a comfortable life attends here, so there's no need to be wary of durian-filled buns for now.

The tension between Vitalis and Veronica was palpable, and Louis was genuinely afraid that one of them might suddenly draw their wands and unleash a Cruciatus Curse or an Avada Kedavra curse.

He had no doubt about the resentment between the two men; in the culinary world, Italy and France were sworn enemies.

What? You mean Britain?

Hahaha... Even the British themselves don't believe it, and say the joke is great and shouldn't be told again.

Headmaster Dumbledore's speech was still not very informative, consisting mainly of a review of the past and a vision for the future, and encouraging the students to strive to be good young people with four qualities in the new era.

Professor McGonagall further added that there was a small group of people at Hogwarts who didn't study, skipped classes every day, and liked to play pranks. This behavior was shameful and the greatest betrayal of Hogwarts. If she caught them doing this again, it wouldn't be something that could be solved by deducting points.

But the Weasley twins didn't seem to care much, since Professor McGonagall couldn't catch them anyway.

They've really gotten too big for their britches. Professor McGonagall's problem isn't whether she can catch them, it's just a matter of whether she wants to or not.

The Halloween party ended with Sirius Black winning by a landslide, demonstrating just how much resentment the students from all years in the other three houses harbored towards Snape.

Lewis and Catherine's Gryffindor attire didn't garner many votes. The Gryffindors were disappointed, and the Slytherin classmates disliked the outfits. The two of them didn't care about the result; they were just having fun.

Back in his office, Louis sent Tom and Jerry home through a mouse hole. After herding Christa back to her bedroom like a chicken, Louis stared at Catherine, who was dressed in Gryffindor, clasped his hands together, and began to rub them together incessantly.

"What kind of weird movement is that?" Catherine chuckled, amused.

"Flies rubbing their hands," Louis replied honestly.

"Hahaha..." Catherine was so amused that she was doubled over. It was really a wonder that Louis could come up with this action and this term.

Isn't that so fitting?

"Let's go inside," Louis said, putting his arm around Catherine's slender waist and offering a suggestion that was not easy to refuse.

Catherine gave a soft snort, rolled her eyes at Louis with a seductive look, and walked into the bedroom first.

The next day, when Louis woke up, he saw Christa standing by his bedside.

"What's wrong, Chris?" Louis got out of bed and dressed without any hesitation.

Christa's face flushed slightly as she stared intently at Louis's abs, her eyes wide and unblinking, looking as if she were about to drool.

"Chris, Chris?" Louis waved his hand in front of Christa's eyes when she didn't react, which finally brought her back to her senses.

"Oh... um, ah!" Christa was slow to realize things, like a silly older sister. She shook her head, trying to banish Louis's abs from her mind, but they became clearer and clearer.

"Headmaster Dumbledore has informed you that you are awake and need to go to him."

After saying that, Christa hurriedly slipped away.

Catherine's voice rang out behind him: "Why is Headmaster Dumbledore calling you so early? That's not like him."

"How would I know?" Louis finished dressing, turned around, and reached under the covers to gently pat Catherine's flat stomach, like drumming. "I'll go check on her first. Professor Dumbledore calling me isn't just about something; it's definitely about something."

"Stop talking nonsense." Catherine gave him a sly look and pinched the soft flesh on his waist.

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Eighth floor, principal's office.

Dressed neatly, Louis looked at Dumbledore, who was dozing off in his seat, and wondered whether he should wake him up.

If an elderly person doesn't get enough rest, and this incident happens again, it might trigger a heart attack. Wouldn't that Austrian gentleman have to fight back against himself?

Who knew that Phineas Black was shouting and yelling behind him, completely disregarding the fact that Headmaster Dumbledore was sleeping.

"Hey, look who's here! Isn't this our Slytherin's finest genius? Oh, my dear Louis, thank you for saving the only son of the Black family."

"It's what I should do, Principal Phineas." Louis nodded slightly with impeccable manners, appearing extremely elegant.

"Elegant, so incredibly elegant!" Principal Phineas shouted, but before he could finish, the other principals tied him to a chair and gagged him.

Louis shrugged, indicating that he couldn't help.

"Oh, you've come, Louis." Dumbledore, also awakened by Phineas, rubbed his sleepy eyes, took out his half-moon spectacles from the drawer, carefully wiped them, and put them on. He said slowly, "I apologize, please forgive an old man who loves to sleep. After all, I'm getting old and my energy is really not keeping up..."

"You were out partying with them until 3:30 last night, it's no wonder you're not in good spirits," Louis bluntly exposed Dumbledore's charade.

Dumbledore, his face neither flushed nor pale, said, "You actually found out, haha, these young people nowadays..."

"So what brings you here?" Louis cut straight to the point. He knew Dumbledore well; if he didn't get straight to the point, Dumbledore would dodge the subject and slowly steer it back to Pluto.

Old Londoners love this kind of thing, hey, so authentic...

"It's nothing serious, I just wanted to take you to visit an old friend," Headmaster Dumbledore said casually.

"An old friend?" Louis asked suspiciously. Dumbledore had plenty of old friends. Could he be being taken to Newt Scamander's house? He had long wanted to meet this legendary Hufflepuff senior, but had never had the chance.

"You'll see when you come with me," Dumbledore said, his pace still unhurried.

Louis shrugged; he was used to Old Deng's riddles.

Portkeys are things you don't want to use a second time after using them once, at least that's what Lewis thought. He and Dumbledore used the portkey to get to France and even bought a train ticket to Austria.

Quite postmodern, is this some kind of retro trend?

The two were in a separate cubicle. Louis scratched his shoulder and belatedly asked, "What are we going to Austria for? Do you have any friends there?"

He clearly hadn't realized what was happening yet, still wondering why Newt wasn't in Austria, and why Nicolas Lemaître wasn't there either.

Dumbledore didn't rush to answer his question. Instead, he stopped the peddler who was pushing a cart selling snacks and bought a bunch of small snacks.

He picked out two lollipops from the pile of snacks, handed one to Louis, and skillfully opened the other himself before popping it into his mouth. Soon, a satisfied smile spread across his face.

Louis picked up the lollipop and looked at it. Hey, it's an old friend. I've eaten plenty of these in my past life. Isn't this an Alpenliebe?

Yes, Alps is also sold in Europe, after all, it's an Italian brand.

It's that brand called "Alpenliebe," founded in 1966. To be honest, the ingredients for this candy are quite complex, and it's rather unique that an Italian product is named in German.

"Alpen" means Alps in German, and "Liebe" means "love" in German. Normally, the translation should be "Love in the Alps".

"I really like these little candies from Muggles. Muggles are always more creative than wizards," Dumbledore said as he tasted them.

"Don't you even look at how many Muggles there are in the world? With such a large population, a whole bunch of creative talents will inevitably emerge." Louis shrugged, not opening the lollipop, but handing it back to Dumbledore.

First, he doesn't like sugar, and second, he dislikes hydrogenated vegetable oil from the Alps.

It's best to eat this kind of thing sparingly, if possible.

The train started moving, and in just over an hour we arrived in Austria.

Looking at the vast plains in the distance, and the cows and horses that often appear on the road, it really makes one feel refreshed and relaxed.

"I must say, Austria is a great country." Dumbledore found a more comfortable position and sat up again. "When I was young, Austria and Hungary were one country, I think it was called the Austro-Hungarian Empire, yes, yes, the emperor was Franz."

"Austria is indeed a great country. It has two of its greatest successes. Do you know what they are?" Louis asked, looking out the window.

Dumbledore actually thought about it seriously for a moment, then shook his head and honestly replied, "I don't know."

"The two most successful things Austria has ever done are making everyone think that the mustache is German and making everyone think that Beethoven is Austrian," Louis said, shrugging with a helpless expression.

Dumbledore was taken aback, then chuckled.

"I never thought of this tricky angle. Now that you mention it, it seems that Austrians are indeed very cunning."

"Who says otherwise? So what are we here in Austria for? We're not here to visit some art school for a student who failed their exams, are we?" Louis asked casually.

"No, we're going to Nurmengard this time," Dumbledore said truthfully.

Louis paused for a moment, then gave a meaningful look: "Oh—"

"You're just like your mother." Dumbledore shook his head helplessly. "Gellert might not hold a grudge against your mother because she's a lively and lovely little girl, but you..." At this point, Dumbledore looked him up and down. "You might not be so sure."

"Why?" Louis was getting impatient. When will we men be able to stand up? He was so angry, trembling, and cold.

"You don't look like a fourteen-year-old," Dumbledore said frankly. Who has a fourteen-year-old who is over 1.8 meters tall?

Hey, why isn't it there? Look at Seris in the distance, maybe that kid's surname is Yao...

Louis fell silent. Is it my fault that I've grown up so fast?

After a long pause, he asked, "Why did you suddenly decide to take me to see Mr. Grindelwald? I remember he's a serious offender, isn't he?"

"Perhaps," Dumbledore said noncommittally, "but I don't think so. It's just that some of his ideas were not suitable for the society at that time."

"I think I've heard about this from others," Louis said, sitting up straight. "It seems he still has quite a few followers?"

Dumbledore glanced at him but said nothing.

"That's true, after all, you still have the Order of the Phoenix." Louis curled his lip. "I heard Mr. Grindelwald's organization is called... oh, the Saints' Society? Tsk, what a pretentious old man."

"Men are boys until they die," Dumbledore aptly remarked.

"You're right, a man is a boy until he dies." This time, Louis's attitude was surprisingly consistent with Dumbledore's.

Nurmengard is one of the two most famous prisons in Rowling's original works, the other being the well-known Azkaban.

Ironically, Grindelwald built this prison to detain his opponents when he was in power, and his slogan "For the greater good" was inscribed at the prison entrance. Now, he himself is imprisoned in this very prison.

However, to be fair, his abdication was quite dignified; at least he ended up with a similar fate to Napoleon. But Napoleon was better off because at least he had an entire island.

Perhaps these two will find they have a lot in common when they meet—they are equally spirited, equally invincible, and equally prone to failure.

It's just that Grindelwald's defeat was more romantic.

Nurmengard is built amidst mountains, in a desolate and uninhabited place, a solitary prison castle perched halfway up the mountainside.

Cold, dark, and desolate are its defining characteristics. From a distance, it appears eerie and frightening. The sides of the castle are covered with snow that never melts, but there is no snow on the top of the towers.

How strange, let me take another look.

There was magic here to prevent apparitions, so the two of them had no choice but to walk up.

The castle was gloomy and cold. A gust of cold wind blew by, and Louis shivered—he regretted not wearing enough clothes today.

It's all Old Deng's fault. He didn't even tell us where he was going before he came out. Otherwise, would he have asked Christa to prepare some warm clothes for him?

But Dumbledore was clearly prepared; he was dressed very warmly. Louis felt even more resentful when he saw Dumbledore's thick robes and scarf.

"Professor, that's not fair of you," Louis couldn't help but say.

Professor Dumbledore chuckled and said, "Isn't it inappropriate for you to come here blaming me now when you yourself didn't wear more clothes?"

Louis gave him a speechless look, thinking to himself, "You're something else, Professor..."

The root of the twins' love for pranks has been found: all of you Gryffindors are just like this!

After walking for a long time, they finally arrived at the small room at the top of the tower. For some reason, Louis felt a little nervous.

This is the real Dark Lord, the one countless people used to trample on Grindelwald who had no nose.

(End of this chapter)