I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 213 Emma

"Bad luck, you pointy fork," Sirius quipped cheerfully to his good buddy, then turned and exclaimed in surprise.

"Oh, James!"

But it was too late; Snape had already pointed his wand at James.

After a flash of light, a bloody gash appeared on James's face, splattering blood onto his robes. James jerked his head around, and after a second flash of light, Snape was hanging upside down in the air, his robes draped over his head, revealing his thin, pale legs and a pair of white underwear that was almost black.

Looks like it hasn't been washed in a while...

The crowd burst into laughter again, this time for a bit longer, and Harry couldn't help but chuckle.

Sympathizing with Snape doesn't mean he wouldn't gloat; Snape had tormented him quite a bit over the past three years.

Not only the onlookers, but even Harry's mother, Lily, whose angry expression froze for a moment, as if she was about to burst out laughing, but fortunately she managed to control her expression and suppress the urge to burst out laughing.

"Put him down!" Lily warned again.

"Of course," James said, suddenly raising his wand. Snape fell to the ground instantly. He curled up in pain from the fall, but he quickly overcame the pain, stood up, and raised his wand at James.

"Petrificus Totalus (All petrified)!"

Sirius reacted quickly, and the spell struck Snape instantly, causing him to fall backward onto the ground, just like Neville in his first year.

Harry clicked his tongue, indicating that the scene was familiar—but, his father and his gang were somewhat uncivilized, what kind of heroes are two against one?

"Let him go!" Lily shouted, drawing her wand and shielding Snape behind her.

"Evans, don't force me to cast a poison spell on you, I'm warning you..." James said seriously. He knew that Lily was an excellent wizard and would be difficult to deal with.

"Then break the spell on him!" Lily hissed.

James sighed deeply, then looked at Lily with a complicated expression before walking up to Snape and whispering the incantation to break the spell.

"You can leave now." James had intended to let it go, but seeing Snape's gloomy eyes, a surge of anger inexplicably rose within him again: "Consider yourself lucky, Evans is here, you snotty-nosed brat—"

Snape coldly brushed the dust off his clothes and said icily, "I don't need the help of a stinking little mudblood like her!"

Lily paused, looking at Snape incredulously as if she were seeing her for the first time. Then she gave a self-deprecating laugh and said coldly, "Very well, I won't worry about this anymore. And if I were you, I'd wash my own underwear."

At this point, Lily still felt unsatisfied and added, "Snotty-nosed guy."

After saying that, she turned to leave.

"Apologize to Evans!" James was furious, pointing his wand at Snape. He was angry at Snape, but also felt sorry for Lily—she had protected her friend so much, only to be betrayed by him. James couldn't even imagine what it would feel like to be betrayed by a good friend.

I've liked her for five years! She's always been there for you! Even so, I couldn't bring myself to curse her out. You bastard…

They are truly blessed but don't know it.

Besides anger, James was also jealous.

“I don’t need you to force him to apologize, Potter.” Lily stopped in her tracks, her “Potter” punctuated with a slight plosive: “You’re just as awful as him.”

"What?" James was incredulous. "Merlin's socks! Even if you're always going against me, I've always just laughed it off and never cursed you. Besides, I've never called you—you know what that is…"

Lily looked at James as if he were a slug: "You think it's cool to look like you just stepped off a flying broomstick, so you mess up your hair, carry around that silly golden snitch showing off your Find the Ball skills, and curse anyone who annoys you in the hallway, just because you can—"

"I find it really strange that your flying broom can leave the ground with such a big head... You disgust me, disgust me from the bottom of my heart."

After saying that, Lily suddenly turned around and ran away quickly.

"Evans! Hey! Evans!" James tried to call out to Lily, but Lily didn't respond.

Feeling awkward, he turned to Sirius and asked casually, "What's wrong with her?"

But he didn't manage to fake that effect at all. As the saying goes, concern makes one confused. When your eyes are full of the girl you like, how can you pretend to be nonchalant?

He's not Louis.

"Let me analyze and summarize what she just said for you," Sirius patted James on the back with a smug grin. "She thinks you're a bit of a pretentious bastard, buddy."

James kicked the straw angrily; his temper flared—he couldn't possibly be happy to be spoken to like that by the girl he loved.

"Maybe you should look on the bright side. At least Evans is completely heartbroken by this snotty-nosed guy." Sirius shrugged, pulling his good friend back to his senses with just one sentence.

"Yes, yes, yes, you're right!" James suddenly got a little excited, as if he had found hundreds of Galleons. Harry couldn't bear to look at him—he was so pathetic. I don't even act like this with Ginny, okay?

But in his field of vision, Snape had already raised his wand and aimed it at the group of four. In the blink of an eye, Harry didn't know how his father reacted; he only saw Snape being hung upside down in the air again.

"Who wants to see me take off Snotty's underwear?" he said with a wicked grin, but as soon as he finished speaking, he was also hung up.

Hanged with him were Sirius Black, Lupin who was reading a book, and Peter Pettigrew, who had a shifty look on his face.

"It's that woman again, damn it," James cursed angrily. He didn't even need to look to know who had hung him up.

With a thud, Snape landed on the ground. He raised his wand to cast a spell, but the wand spun away and flew off.

Sirius let out a sneer. Harry was a little confused as to why he wasn't nervous at all, but rather seemed to be looking forward to it.

"Emma," he greeted casually.

However, he ended up getting a tongue-locked and throat-locked attack.

Harry looked around before he could figure out who his godfather was calling.

They looked so alike. The black-haired woman standing to the side appeared gentle and serene. Her eyebrows were curved, and a gentle smile graced her pretty face. She bore a striking resemblance to Louis, about seven or eight parts, but without Louis's cynicism.

It was Louis's mother, Emma.

For a fleeting moment, Harry felt like he was in love.

She first walked over to Snape and asked gently, "Are they causing you trouble again?"

Harry swore it was the first time he had ever seen Professor Snape look so wronged and vulnerable. He sniffed, as if he wanted to show more emotion, but quickly held it back. After a while, he hummed in agreement with his nose and nodded emphatically.

Human emotions are always complex.

"Ha, he's lying, that snotty-nosed brat." James was incredibly quick-witted. He knew Emma's temper well. In the past, the four of them would definitely have been hung up for a while, but today was different. If the truth came out today, Snape might also be in deep trouble.

For a moment, he actually felt a slight excitement.

But to his utter surprise, he too was struck by a tongue-locking and throat-locking technique, and could only whimper and moan, unable to utter a single coherent word.

"You." Emma walked up to Lupin, a smirk playing on her lips. "Fine, you're just as glib and smooth-talking as I am."

With that, the spell sealed Lupin's mouth shut.

Lupin was caught in the crossfire, looking innocently at James and then at Sirius, before helplessly shrugging his shoulders.

"Peter," Emma smiled gently as she approached Peter Pettigrew, "Of the four of you, you're probably the least likely to lie to me. Tell me... what just happened?"

Peter glanced at James, who nodded, and then began to tell the whole story from the beginning, pouring out his heart like beans from a bamboo tube.

James closed his eyes in despair.

What a fucking idiot teammate! You're so damn honest! If we started from the beginning, would the four of us even have a chance to escape? You moron!

Harry noticed that the more Peter Pettigrew spoke, the more amiable Emma's expression became, until he mentioned Snape calling Lily a "dirty little mudblood," at which point his mouth was suddenly sealed shut by a spell.

Emma turned to Snape with a smile: "Is that so, Severus?"

Snape swallowed nervously, glancing at the four raiders and noticing a gleam of schadenfreude in their eyes. He wanted to object, but dared not, and could only nod emphatically.

Before Harry's eyes, Snape's robes tightened, and then, like the rest of the group of four, he was hung upside down.

This time, Snape's robes did not fall down as before; instead, they clung tightly to his body, concealing his pale, thin legs and filthy underwear.

James's eyes gleamed with excitement. Five years! Do you know how I've spent these five years? Living in Emma's shadow the whole time, until today, she has finally shown equality to all and punished her little henchman Snape!

"So, you're all so idle that you enjoy watching others get bullied?" Emma's gentle voice wasn't loud, but it resonated in the ears of everyone watching.

The students who had been watching scattered like birds and beasts. A few clever ones had already run towards the castle, ready to find Lily to come and see what was going on.

"Four bullies, same old routine, one hour, any objections?" Emma looked at James and asked gently.

James nodded hastily. It was just being hung up; he was used to it.

"As for you, Severus."

When Emma said that, the four of them wore gloating smiles.

Two hours.

Harry saw his father raise his hands and give Sirius a high five in mid-air.

These two are beyond saving.

Without Emma making any move, the gags on the four people were immediately removed. James burst into laughter, laughing so hard he was almost out of breath. He didn't say a word, just laughed heartily.

"Emma, ​​Emma," Sirius called out.

"Hmm?" Emma looked at Sirius.

"How about we have dinner together tonight?" Sirius Black didn't care about his situation at all, and instead started to flirtatiously ask the girl out to dinner.

He had barely finished speaking when he fell to the ground with a thud.

"You agreed?" Sirius asked excitedly.

Harry noticed the disbelief in his father's and Lupin's eyes, and the despair in Snape's.

"Pull out your wand. If you win the duel, I'll have dinner with you. Otherwise, you'll hang out for an extra hour," Emma said softly.

Sirius drew his wand, ready for battle.

"Then you'd better just have dinner with me, Emma."

Harry was watching intently when he suddenly felt dizzy again, and Sirius's face was replaced by the greasy face of middle-aged Snape.

"Well..." Snape said through gritted teeth, "So, you're happy, aren't you, Potter?"

"No...no," Harry said somewhat guiltily. Seeing someone's memories was not a glorious thing in itself, let alone seeing what he least wanted others to see.

Snape grinned sinisterly. "Your father's an interesting man, isn't he?"

"I... I didn't—" Harry tried to argue, but Snape grabbed his arm and threw him out of the office.

"Enough, enough—you don't need to learn Occlumency anymore." Snape waved his hand like he was shooing away flies.

……

"That's basically the situation." Harry, clutching his juice glass, looked at Louis with concern. "Louis, Professor Snape, uh—I mean—"

"He won't hold a grudge against you." Louis shrugged. "That's the power of love, look—that's how Boiling Sheep is."

"What is Boiling Sheep?" Harry asked, bewildered.

Louis patted him on the shoulder without saying anything.

After a long pause, Harry looked up again, mustered his courage, and asked, "Actually—I used to resent Professor Snape, but ever since I saw this memory of his, I've always felt... um... that is, my father..."

“Your father is a great man, you shouldn’t doubt him.” Louis patted Harry on the shoulder and said with a smile, “Perhaps he and Professor Snape had some disagreements, but…” He gathered his thoughts and came up with a plausible reason, “but the responsibility lies with both of them, not just your father.”

"But my father's conflict wasn't just with Snape." Harry, always like Lin Daiyu, would say things that made people uncomfortable: "I saw it, I saw my father walking down the hallway, bullying other students, I saw it with my own eyes... He was just like, just like Malfoy when he bullied Neville in our first year..."

"Uh..." Louis was a little unsure of what to say.

You're such a filial child, it's driving me crazy!

(End of this chapter)