I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 210 Occupational Surgery

Snape let out a sneer.

It was all bark and no bite. I thought Louis would come up with some kind of complete guardian spirit, but to my surprise, he just released a puff of blue smoke and that was it.

That's it?

Louis was also a little confused. He had just been thinking about the happiest time, which should have allowed the guardian spirit to take shape.

He couldn't help but fall into deep thought, "Don't I have Catherine in my heart?"

So he started thinking about love, then philosophy, then science, then literature, and finally settled on who I am, where I am, and what I want to do.

In the end, it was Snape who cleared up his confusion.

Perhaps Snape couldn't stand seeing this kid wasting his precious time.

"I think if you have even a little bit of linguistic background, you should be able to discover—"

Snape was only halfway through his sentence when he seemed reluctant to let Louise have a good laugh.

"Say something," Louis said after waiting for a long time without getting any response. When he looked up at Snape, Snape seemed to have forgotten his lines and was standing there frozen.

Anyone who didn't know better would think that Sun Wukong had cast a spell to immobilize him.

"Your pronunciation is wrong. Figure it out yourself." Snape gave a reason that Louis found somewhat unacceptable.

"How could that be?" That was Louis's first reaction. "What the hell is it about pronunciation? In this country, whose pronunciation is as authentic as ours? Our accent is the standard of English pronunciation!"

The law? I am the law!

However… after thinking about it carefully, it seemed, perhaps, that he had indeed mispronounced the word.

He accidentally pronounced "num" in "patronum" as "nam"...

Louis felt a little embarrassed and quickly raised his wand to cast the spell again.

"Expecto Patronum!"

Congratulations on learning the special spell: Guardian Charm. Current skill level: MAX

*Note: The Guardian Charm does not have proficiency or level; it is only related to one's current mood.

This time, it wasn't just the misty fog from before, but also many thin silver threads. Suddenly, a small bird flew out of the fog, flapping its wings and soaring through the air. Louis felt it looked familiar, but couldn't quite place what kind of bird it was.

Snape, on the other hand, looked at the bird with a sense of nostalgia.

After a long pause, he spoke, "Hmm... it's somewhat expected, Swallow..."

It's still a house swallow.

Louis suddenly realized, no wonder he felt like he'd seen it somewhere before, it was a swallow...

I still remember the nursery rhyme I sang in my past life: Little swallow, wearing a flowery dress, comes here every spring.

I asked Yanzi why she came, and Yanzi said, "Take care of yourself first..."

Dead memories were attacking Louis relentlessly, and he didn't even notice Snape's comment, "It was somewhat expected."

He somewhat awkwardly controlled his guardian swallow as it flew around the house, wondering to himself why his guardian was a swallow.

To be honest, this doesn't match his art style at all. It's not that I look down on Yanzi, it's just that the art style doesn't seem to fit.

It was Snape who cleared up his confusion.

"Back then, Emma... your mother's Patronus was a swallow." Snape looked thoughtfully at the swallow that was still flying.

There seemed to be a hint of anger at her lack of ambition—anger at myself for failing to live up to my senior's high expectations.

"My mother?" Louise controlled the swallow to land on his hand, looked at the swallow, then at Snape. "Could it be that Patronus Deities are hereditary?"

"Generally speaking, the shape of a Patronus varies from person to person, and is related to the wizard's personality and physique," Snape said slowly. "But I also have some questions about you..." He looked Louis up and down, then continued with a hint of disdain, "Why would a little troll like you, who's growing at a rate almost as fast as Hagrid, have a swallow as your Patronus? Even from a genetic point of view, it's hard to explain..."

"I've heard that guardian spirits aren't static; they change when faced with major setbacks or emotional upheavals," Louis said pointedly, not intentionally, but deliberately.

Snape paused, gave him a sharp look, and said nothing more.

"You can ask Ms. Liv when you get back," Snape said, referring to Ye Ziyan. "Perhaps, as a wizard from a mysterious Eastern country, she can answer this question for you."

"I'll accept that suggestion, Professor." Louis waved his wand, dispelling the Patronus Charm. "Alright, shall we proceed to the second training exercise?"

"You mean Occlumency?" Snape smirked. "I think you should start with the basics. To avoid the embarrassing situation we just had, I think it's necessary for me to teach you how to pronounce the spell."

"No need for that, Professor," Louis shrugged. "It was just a beautiful accident; you don't need to worry about it too much."

Louis had once learned from a book in the restricted section that Occlumency was a prerequisite for defeating a Legilimency practitioner's lie detection ability, and that suspicious practices such as avoiding face-to-face or eye contact were employed in the process.

"You'll be an excellent Occlumency master, Louis." Snape, unusually, didn't spew venom but instead praised Louis.

This left Louis somewhat bewildered. He wasn't being a jerk, he just didn't quite understand what Snape was up to.

"Please speak frankly, Professor. You're making me a little scared."

Snape's eyelids drooped down, and he sneered, "Occlumency requires a person to suppress certain emotions, and you, Louis, as a young wizard of your age, I have never seen anyone as inscrutable as you. Sometimes I even doubt whether the smiles you show are genuine."

"Why not?" Louis gave what he thought was a very friendly smile.

"Look, like now, your smile is so fake," Snape commented. "If you can't smile, you don't have to. Don't force yourself, Louis."

Louis: ...

After a brief silence, he said as if he had suddenly remembered something, "According to what you're saying, I actually think Draco is extremely talented at Occlumency, while Harry probably doesn't have that talent."

You know, Harry's problem is that his emotions are always too surface-level, and to some extent, he's been hurt too deeply. But at the same time, he can also feel very clearly how he feels about his experiences. He doesn't suppress his emotions; he faces them very honestly, and he can't suppress them, he can't suppress those memories.

I think Draco is the kind of person who is very talented at separating his life from his emotions, and he has always done so. He can shut down his pity and lock away his sympathy, thus effectively bullying others. For example, in first grade, he really liked to tease Neville. If I hadn't stood up for him...”

"Alright, Louis," Snape scoffed, "Are you really just upset? I don't think so. Sometimes you really get too caught up in the drama... Aren't you just using them both...?"

"Cough cough..." Louis coughed violently, interrupting Snape's words.

"Okay, let's change the subject—do you really think I have a talent for this?" Louis asked with a smile.

Snape rolled his eyes in a classic old man's style: "For a morally vacuum-bound, self-interested British aristocrat like you, not learning Occlumency would be the greatest waste."

"Furthermore, according to some books, Occlumency can effectively prevent possession by unknown entities," Snape added. "In the wars of long ago, wizards used this method to avoid being forcibly possessed by demons."

"I understand, Professor." Louis nodded. "How about... we try it out now?"

"If you don't mind me reading your memories." Snape shrugged, just like when he was talking to Lockhart on the dueling platform.

"How could that be..." Louis grinned. "If you happened to be able to read it, it's just that I'm not skilled enough, and it's not your fault..."

Before he could finish speaking, Snape raised his wand.

"Legilimency!"

"Occlumency!" Louis's eyes went blank, and he cleared his mind in an instant.

With the Heart of Oak, the Spirit Sword, and the Eye of Griffin, Occlumency was quite effective; at least Snape slowly lowered his wand.

"Not bad Occlumency, just a little fake," Snape said with a forced smile.

"Huh?" Louis didn't quite understand Snape's meaning. "Why do you say that?"

"Your head... just now..." Snape said with some disgust, "If a winged demon were to open your head, it would surely leave disappointed..."

"To fool someone who's legicinated against you, it's not enough to just empty your mind," Snape's voice still held a hint of disdain. "You need to learn to shut down only your emotions and a portion of your memories, and then create some 'illusions' so that no one can tell you're lying, understand?"

"I understand a little," Louis said, his vision blurring again.

He quickly jumped back, reaching out to stop Snape's movements: "Never mind, I won't trouble you with the rest. I'll go back and practice with Catherine slowly..."

Just kidding. If you want to practice partial closure, then someone will inevitably read some of your memories. It's more reliable to practice with Catherine for this.

He didn't want his memories read by a greasy, middle-aged man who never washed his hair; he wasn't Harry Potter...

Porter: Don't mention it.

Seemingly used to Louis being discarded after he had served his purpose, Snape waved his hand impatiently, shooing Louis away like a fly.

"Oh, Professor," Louis said, poking his head back into Snape's office through the doorway.

"Speak," Snape said succinctly.

"I think it's necessary for Harry to practice Occlumency," Louis suggested.

Snape didn't speak, but turned to look at him. The emptiness in his eyes made Louis feel a little uneasy.

Louis looked around, opened the door and came in. After closing the door behind him, he said to Snape, "Harry... well, there's a remnant of Voldemort's soul on him..."

"How did you know?" Snape clearly didn't believe him.

"Dumbledore told me," Louis began, launching into a grand narrative: "You might not know, but it happened right after Voldemort went to Godric's Hollow to kill Mrs. Potter..."

Snape's gaze suddenly sharpened.

Louis quickly said, "Afterwards, her ancient spell protected Harry, but when the Killing Curse rebounded, it also tore out a part of Voldemort's soul and possessed Harry. This is why Harry had a headache when he was a first-year student staring at Voldemort behind Quirrell's head."

Snape paused for a moment, seemingly believing what he said.

Louis pressed his advantage: "After all, Professor, you wouldn't want Harry to be controlled by Voldemort, would you? Think about it, if Harry were controlled by Voldemort and he were secretly killed in some deserted underworld, what would you think of those beautiful green eyes of his…?"

"Enough." Snape pointed to the door. "I'll consider your opinion. Now—please leave, Mr. Lewis."

Lewis wisely made the move, leaving Snape, who was still contemplating life, behind.

As Louis walked along the road, he casually summoned his guardian spirit, which chirped and flew around him. Although it was silent, Louis could clearly feel that the swallow was chirping quite happily.

A skill that consumes ten mana points per minute is quite fun to use occasionally, and the wealthy Louis doesn't care about that amount of mana at all.

Looking at the attribute panel, the mana regeneration per minute is almost two hundred. With such a large and prosperous family, why would they care about such a small amount?

There wasn't much of a person between Snape's office and his own, so no one noticed his Patronus Charm. When he returned to his office, Ye Ziyan and Christa were playing Wizarding Tales.

This is a very addictive game. Louis stood next to the two of them for a long time without attracting their attention.

"Ahem." Louis coughed, and only then did the two women notice his presence and look up.

Ye Ziyan's eyes lit up when she saw the swallow guardian spirit perched on Louis's shoulder. She exclaimed in surprise, "Louis, you can summon guardian spirits? This is... wait, this guardian spirit is the same as Sister Yu's! It seems you really are her child..."

"What are you talking about? Of course I'm my mother's son!" Louis rolled his eyes. If I'm not my mother's son, whose son am I?

"No, what I mean is," Ye Ziyan stood up, reached out and hooked the swallow's virtual beak, "that's why you were able to summon the swallow guardian deity because you inherited Sister Yu's bloodline."

"You're kidding, Ye Zi." Louis looked down at the swallow, then at Ye Zi, "I don't see anything special about it."

"Of course, this isn't an ordinary swallow." Ye Ziyan's eyes darted around as she softly recited an ancient poem—

(End of this chapter)