I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 208 Christmas

Christmas is a very traditional holiday, as sacred as New Year's Eve in Seres. Generally, in Western countries, schools' winter break falls around Christmas time.

Louis wasn't the only one on holiday today; his good nephew William was too.

Even though he's two years younger than him, he's still his nephew.

If we're just talking about height, Louis does live up to his seniority; he's over forty centimeters taller than his nephew William.

Men and dogs are the same; they grow up to be unrecognizable after just a few days apart.

Louis, who had been exercising all night, was lying on the bed in a deep sleep when he vaguely sensed someone sitting at the head of the bed.

He suddenly opened his eyes and saw his good nephew with a pair of big, protruding teeth.

My nephew is only eleven years old, far too young to worry about his hair.

At least for now, his hair is still quite thick. But now that he has the kind and gentle Uncle Louis, hair loss is no longer a problem for him.

Thanks to the magical hair-growth potion, Uncle Phil and Cousin Charlie were both freed from the troubles of baldness. This hair-growth miracle even caused quite a stir in the Muggle world, and the royal family gained a small source of income of tens of millions of pounds every year by selling the hair-growth potion.

Although not many, it's not small either.

As for why so many are sold? It's because the medicine sold is a super-weaked version that needs to be applied continuously every week to prevent hair loss. This not only keeps the cost extremely low, but also drives up sales.

For the old London Union Jack, this kind of operation is really nothing unusual. Making money is nothing to be ashamed of. Besides, this aligns with modern concepts of sustainable development, unlike those anthropomorphic creatures in Africa that exploit resources to the point of exhaustion. At least the hair growth tonic has a price tag, and you can choose the one that permanently solves your hair loss problem. However… hehehe, £500,000 a bottle, no deception.

For the wealthy, this small amount of money is nothing. But for ordinary middle-class families, the only option is the weakened version of the potion, which costs 100 pounds a bottle.

Louis opened his eyes and saw his nephew's curious gaze.

"My goodness, your eyes are so red," my nephew exclaimed with childlike wonder.

Their chubby little faces are so cute, I really want to pinch them.

"You should ignore this problem." Louis was still sleepy; he was too tired last night, and Diana had insisted on playing with him until after 4 a.m.

Then he realized who it was. He struggled to his feet, rubbed his face, and asked, "William? What are you doing here?"

"My dad brought me here," the nephew asked cutely. "Can you play chess with me, Uncle Louis?"

Louis was clearly not a fan of children, but considering that this was his sister Diana's son, and his good cousin's silly son, he covered his head and patiently said, "I think we should wait until my head isn't so bubbly before discussing this."

"Why did your head explode?" the nephew asked, tilting his head.

Louis rubbed his aching back, thinking, "Can I say I stayed out too late with your mom?" Obviously not...

He had to make up an excuse: "I stayed up too late last night, you know, the courses at magic school are always very demanding."

"Since staying up late makes you feel bad, why do you still stay up late?" My nephew always manages to be adorably insightful.

Louis got out of bed and dressed himself: "Nobody likes a smart idiot, William."

The implication is that you're talking too much.

"You have to put a pound in the swear word jar, Uncle Louis." The nephew shrugged. "You swore about 'egg'."

Louis straightened his clothes, took out a hundred-pound note from his pocket, and handed it to William: "You know, this is a hundred pounds. I think it should be enough for the whole day."

William took the large bill and stared at it thoughtfully.

Louis ignored him, opened the door, and walked out of his bedroom.

As soon as the door opened, Catherine was seen leaning against the wall reading a book. When Louis came out, Catherine closed the book and handed it to Christa, who was standing next to her. She looked him up and down and said with a hint of sourness, "You still know how to get up?"

"I was just too sleepy," Louis chuckled. "Did you receive my Christmas present?"

"I received it. My mom dragged me to play cards all day yesterday." Catherine was clearly unhappy. "Don't send me things like this next time. I really wish my mom could be more mature, oh my god..."

"I've always felt that in your relationship, you're more like the mother." Louis shrugged, walked over, and put his arm around Catherine's shoulder like a good buddy. "So, how did yesterday's matches go? How many did you win?"

Catherine's face immediately fell.

"Oh, what's wrong? Your little lips are pouting so much you could hang an oil bottle on them..." Louis reached out and gently stroked Catherine's lips, teasing her with a smile.

"Not a single win," Christa muttered to Catherine behind her.

"Chris!" Catherine protested, "How can you expose someone's weaknesses like that? Is this okay? This is not okay..."

"It would be strange if you could outmaneuver that old fox." Louis chuckled, scratching Catherine's chin like he was petting a kitten. "By the way, has the old fox gone back to your grandma's again?"

"No." Catherine's eyes suddenly held a hint of mockery. "I think you'll find out where she is soon enough."

As soon as he finished speaking, a delicate hand landed on Louis's shoulder.

"I heard someone calls me an old fox?" Solanlian's voice came from behind him.

Louis's mind went blank for a moment. He turned his head shakily and saw Solanlian with a frosty expression.

"No way, Sister Lian." Louise immediately changed her expression. "How could such a young, lovely, and beautiful girl like you be an old fox? I was talking about Dumbledore, yes, Headmaster Dumbledore."

"Keep making things up, keep making things up." Solanlian snorted. "I think I could write a biography for you right now. What should it be called? Let's call it 'The Double Life of Louis Mountbatten Jr.'..."

Louis wanted to argue, but dared not speak out, for he dared not offend Solanlian.

"Alright, Mom," Catherine advised, "Louis didn't mean it. Please forgive him this time."

Solanlian squinted and stared at Louis for a while. Before she could say anything, she heard a cute child's voice coming from behind Louis.

"Beautiful lady, has my Uncle Louis offended you?"

It was William. Louis really wanted to pick up his nephew and give him a big kiss.

This was crucial in saving the day, and Louis's eyes welled up with tears.

"It's William." Solarian clearly recognized William. She reached out and patted William's head, humming, "Of course, someone must have offended me..."

"Did he start something with you and then abandon you?" William's seemingly innocent words concealed a rather sharp question, catching Solanlian off guard.

You can't just say things like that, kid...

Solanlian looked at William, who had a cute expression, and then at Louis, who looked completely innocent, and asked curiously, "Why would you say that?"

"Because Uncle Louis is always surrounded by lots and lots of pretty girls." William continued to innocently recount Louis's secrets, which made even Catherine's little face turn frost-like.

"Uncle Louis always tells me that they are his wings..."

"Really?" Catherine asked Louis with a bright smile, her bare hand, clad in a pure white lace glove, resting on Louis's waist.

It seems that if you give even one wrong answer, she'll pinch your hand.

"I think so too. This little guy is clearly a womanizer."

The voice was familiar, clearly not Catherine or Solanlian's. He turned around in surprise and saw Ye Ziyan dressed in Ming Dynasty Hanfu.

"Auntie? You're back?" Louis asked in surprise.

"If I don't come back soon, you'll probably cause a huge uproar." Ye Ziyan walked over and, together with Catherine and Solanlian, formed a three-sided encirclement. Seeing that they were now surrounded on three sides with one side open, Louis immediately took off running.

Unexpectedly, he was subdued by the three women working together. Christa looked up at the sky, seemingly indifferent to the situation.

"Didn't you three see that this kid is slandering me?" Louis was helpless. Good heavens, he had no interest in the young girls around him before—this kid was into mature women and had no interest in budding flowers.

"But the current situation is that it might be true." Ye Ziyan actually brought up a fabricated charge.

"Hey... are you trying to play hard to get with me?" Louis said impatiently. "I never thought you were like Qin Hui. I really misjudged you, Aunt Ye Zi."

Ye Ziyan blushed and released Louis: "I was just joking with you, look at you, so easily teased..."

Solanlian and Catherine, fearing they might really annoy Louis, also loosened their grip.

"Fine, I'll let you off this time," Catherine said magnanimously. "I won't concern myself with what happened before, but don't do it again!"

“Exactly,” Solanlian replied.

Louis looked at Solanlian, who had her arms crossed, and asked curiously, "Sister Lianlian, I can understand Yezi and Little Moon threatening me, but you..." He looked Solanlian up and down, "I'm a little suspicious of your stance."

"As your older sister, I have this obligation." Solanlian said this, but her eyes showed a little guilt: "Oh, don't worry about such details. Yezi, you just got back, haven't you played The Witcher Legends yet? Let's play a couple of rounds and see."

As she spoke, she dragged Ye Ziyan toward Louis's bedroom.

Louis ignored him and looked at Catherine: "What's going on today? How come everyone's here?"

"Of course, Christmas is for the whole family to be together." Catherine reached out and touched Louis's forehead. "Are you running a fever? How could you forget that?"

"Oh..." Louis nodded, seemingly understanding.

After washing up with Christa's help, Louis changed into a new set of clothes and went downstairs.

When I arrived in the living room, I saw my cousin and Diana with their heads turned away from each other.

This is true mutual loathing.

"They've been like this for years," the eldest nephew muttered behind Louis, but he wasn't really sad; he was used to it.

Fortunately, due to Louis's meddling, the second nephew who was supposed to be born was not born. Judging from his appearance, Louis in his previous life always suspected that the second nephew was not his cousin's child.

Not even bald...

There weren't many upsetting things in this life, so Louis didn't bother to investigate further. After all, you can't study something that doesn't even exist in this world.

"Hey you two, watch your manners," Louis clapped his hands, trying to snap the two people who were currently annoyed with each other out of their rage. "William's still here."

The two remained unmoved.

"Alright, forget about them." Uncle Phil walked in from outside, sat down in the chair in front of Louis with an air of superiority, crossed his legs, and asked, "Louis, you need to get me a lot of those... you know, The Wizarding Legends card packs."

Louis said nothing, but pulled several hundred cardholders from his seamlessly extended pocket and placed them in front of Uncle Phil.

"Good lad, I knew your uncle hadn't spoiled you for nothing." Uncle Phil's eyes widened when he saw the mountain of cardholders.

It was only then that the cousin came to his senses. Intimidated by his father's imposing presence, he didn't dare to try and snatch it, but instead looked expectantly at Louis.

This game has recently become very popular among the elite. Everyone is extremely obsessed with the Wizarding Legend. It's fun, and the cool special effects are just another reason why it's so addictive.

These days, if someone goes out and asks if you've played The Witcher Stories, and you say no, you'll be looked down upon.

Of course, her cousin's card pack was included, but from the moment Louis took it out, Diana's expression darkened even more.

He was clearly unhappy.

It's alright, we can appease the woman later. Based on the principle of being family, Louis even recommended a few good card decks to them.

Uncle Phil likes to play the Polymorph deck, the one endorsed by Dumbledore, so Louis recommended the "Roaring Dumbledore" deck to him.

The core is the three-cost Savage Roar (which increases the attack of all minions on the field for one turn) and the six-cost Stonestone. If you get a perfect start, you can use the two-times zero-cost legendary potion Felix Felicis (which increases your mana by three temporary mana crystals) and the two-times Savage Roar to deal 24 damage to the enemy on the sixth turn, which is an extremely high output.

Yes, in the recent minor patch, the Stone Golem Summoning has been changed to a Choice, allowing you to keep the original 8 mana to summon four 3/3 Stone Golems, or choose to summon three 2/2 Stone Golems for 6 mana.

According to the statistics from the game's backend, no one has yet discovered that the Polymorph class can be played in this way.

(End of this chapter)