I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 214 Everyone's Gone

"I think you should ask Sirius, after all, he's the one who experienced it firsthand," Louis advised kindly. "Actually, seeing isn't always believing. Think about it, Professor Snape himself had a very strong prejudice against your father. It would be strange if he had a good impression of your father under such prejudice."

"Really?" Harry believed Louis's words, not that he was easily swayed—in fact, he was very stubborn and wouldn't listen to many opinions.

The main reason was that he subconsciously didn't want to believe that his father was such a bully, so he subconsciously chose to believe Louis, no matter how much he doubted him on the surface.

Louis waved to Christa, signaling her to quickly call Sirius over, then said gently to Harry, "Also, memories can be altered; sometimes what you see in someone else's memories may not be the truth."

If the previous statement had any truth to it, then this statement is a complete fabrication to deceive Harry. Generally speaking, only memories from the Pensieve can be modified purposefully. Snape was completely unprepared at the time, so it would be strange if he had any opportunity to modify them.

Just like when Harry first went to Slughorn in sixth grade, the memories Slughorn gave him were altered—he concealed the details Voldemort had asked, thus misleading Harry.

In order to salvage James's image in Harry's eyes, Louis had no choice but to lie through his teeth, thinking to himself, "I'm such a good boy."

"Then I understand." Harry's face broke into a smile again. Just as he was enjoying himself, Sirius Black pushed open the door and walked in.

"Hey, Louis, I heard you were looking for me?" Sirius said, then saw Harry. "Harry here too? Didn't you learn Occlumency from Snotn's son? I told you I could do it too..."

"Hello, my eldest son ran into a little trouble." Louis shrugged. "But it seems I've taken care of it."

"What's the problem?" Sirius didn't act like he was an outsider. He walked over, pulled over a chair, and plopped down on it, looking at the two of them curiously.

"When Professor Snape used Legilimency, he subconsciously recited the spell for armor, so..." Lewis shrugged, "he saw a part of Professor Snape's memories."

Sirius Black was stunned for a moment, then his face lit up with joy. He patted Harry on the shoulder and kept praising him, "That's my boy, that's my boy!"

After laughing for a while, he asked curiously, "Which part did you see?"

"It was that part where you guys hung him up by the lake, the time after the Defense Against the Dark Arts test for OWLs, and I even saw why he broke off relations with my mom." Harry took a sip of his juice and continued, "I can't quite imagine that my mother protected him so much, and he would actually call her a dirty mudblood..."

Louis feigned sudden realization: "No wonder, no wonder Professor Snape was so angry when he learned on the train that Marcus and the others called Neville a snotty-nosed and me a Mudblood..."

"Good grief, I've stepped on two landmines in one go," he added at the end.

They both laughed, and after laughing, Harry said, "I also saw your mother, Aunt Emma."

"Huh? What did you see in her?" Louis asked curiously.

Sirius's face froze instantly.

"I saw her use some kind of spell to hang my father and the other three of them up, then she hung Snape up too, and finally I saw Sirius try to invite her to dinner, but she said she would only accept if Sirius won a duel..."

"And then what?" Louis was intrigued; it seemed Sirius wasn't going to win.

"Professor Snape later recovered from Legilimency." Harry shrugged, indicating that he didn't know either.

They both turned to Sirius, who chuckled awkwardly. "Do you have any moonberry juice, Louis? I'm so thirsty! Oh my god, Grindelwald's been dragging me to play The Witcher Stories..."

"Don't dodge the question, Sirius." Harry was being incredibly sarcastic at this moment—his godfather was practically a father figure to him: "Did you win the duel or not? Did Aunt Emma have dinner with you that night?"

Louis didn't speak, but gestured to Christa to pour Sirius a glass of moonberry juice.

"Haha... How could that be?" Sirius nodded his thanks to Christa, then said somewhat awkwardly, "How could I possibly beat Emma in a duel? Forget me, even if all four of us attacked her together, we still couldn't beat her. Otherwise, why do you think Jaime hates her so much..."

"Speaking of my father, in Professor Snape's memories I saw him always bullying others, but Lewis said it might be because Snape altered his memories, is that true?" Harry asked, still somewhat unwilling to give up.

Louis sighed. This kid is so stubborn. Why does he always bring up things he doesn't want to talk about?

Sirius didn't seem to care much about it, nor did he take it seriously. He simply leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and said casually, "Snape didn't tamper with his memories, nor did he view people with prejudice. In fact, your father was indeed like that. Boys, you know, I remember Snape had a saying that described him quite well, how did he say it, right, 'arrogant'..."

Harry: ...

"Besides, a large portion of the people he dealt with were Slytherin classmates, so you don't need to worry too much about it," Sirius Black said, changing the subject.

"Just a friendly reminder, Sirius," Louis said with a forced smile, "if I remember correctly, I'm also a Slytherin."

As soon as she finished speaking, Catherine, dressed in a Ravenclaw-style uniform, pushed open the door and entered, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on her nose. Seeing the three men staring at her blankly around the desk, she gave a brief greeting and went back to her bedroom.

"Look at you, your girlfriend has betrayed you to Ravenclaw, and you're still a Slytherin." Sirius Black had finally found Louis's weakness.

Harry coughed twice, somewhat embarrassed, and reminded his good godfather, "Actually, Sirius, I watched as my father ripped the hair tie off a Ravenclaw girl's ponytail and even cast a few minor curses on two Hufflepuff classmates..."

Harry swallowed Sirius's words again.

Damn it, that little bastard is really... clueless!

Left with no other option, Sirius Black finally unleashed his ultimate move.

"Sigh, there's no use thinking about it now. After all, your father is gone, and he sacrificed himself on the front lines against the Black Demon. He gave his life to protect you..."

"I understand how you feel, Harry." Sirius ruffled Harry's hair. He really had no burden on his heart. He was different from James; he only bullied Snape.

He prefers to act cool rather than bully others.

Harry nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

"But we definitely didn't do anything wrong with Snotty. You have no idea how disgusting Snotty is to us." Sirius shrugged. "Rather than saying the four of us bullied him, it's more like..."

"Mutual bullying?" Louis recalled how the girls who liked raiders, whom he had only seen in movies in his previous life, washed themselves.

Sirius looked at Louise expressionlessly: "He bullied the four of us all by himself?"

He clearly still has some sense of shame.

“The things of our parents’ generation are hard to explain, Harry. Let go of this insignificant burden. You have more important things to do,” Louise comforted him. “I think you should continue learning your Occlumency from Sirius. It will come in handy someday.”

"Yes." Harry nodded emphatically, accepting Louis's explanation.

He was clearly no longer as preoccupied as before, so it seemed that Louis's words had some effect after all.

"My suggestion is to go back, take a good shower, eat something, and then play Wizarding World with Ron for a couple of days. You'll forget about it then." Louis patted Sirius and began to see him off: "You should take your eldest son out for something good to eat first. Go on, the elves haven't finished get off work yet."

"Okay." Sirius gave an OK sign and led Harry out of the office.

After the father and son left, Louis chuckled and said, "That kid... sigh..."

He didn't dislike Harry; on the contrary, he always admired Harry's values. Many people, like Voldemort, had a heart-wrenching childhood, which gradually warped them. But Harry was different. Even the eleven years of abuse by the Dursleys didn't turn him into a monster like Voldemort, let alone someone as gloomy as Snape.

This kid is one of those people who are born strong.

"What's wrong, Master?" Christa asked with concern.

"It's nothing." Louis beckoned, signaling for the dragon maid to come over.

Christa walked over with small steps and obediently knelt down beside Louis.

"Your dragon head feels nice to hold," Louis remarked, ruffling Christa's hair. "Actually, the Dursleys are almost as twisted as that old madman Malygos. Just imagine, if you lived in a family like that for eleven years, could you grow up healthy?"

Christa thought for a moment, then immediately shuddered: "I'll be driven crazy."

"This is it." Louis said with a smile, his hand patting Kristastha's smooth shoulder. "I wonder how that old madman Malygos is doing at the Eye of Eternity these days."

"Yes, Chromie hasn't contacted me for a long time either. Recently, Princess Solidom has been the one communicating with me."

"Soridomi?" Louis's interest was piqued. "Is she the Queen of Nozdormu?"

"Yes." Christa nodded, then looked at Louis with some suspicion: "You also share Cao Cao's interests?"

Kristasa, who was well-versed in the history of Seres, naturally knew what Cao Cao's hobbies were. In fact, her photographic memory had already surpassed that of many native Seres in the field of history.

"No, I was just asking." Louis sighed. "I was thinking about when to go to Azeroth for a visit. I've been so bored lately, life doesn't feel exciting enough."

"I suggest you improve your own strength first. It's still unknown whether you can beat me now... Ah..." Christa said halfway through her sentence when Louis grabbed her right groin.

"You're right, but I have leverage over you now, Chris." Louis chuckled as he released her groin, stood up, and went back into the bedroom.

Catherine was reading in her bedroom, and the atmosphere truly reflected the style of the academy she was in. Seeing Louis enter, she slightly raised her head: "What were Potter and Black talking about with you just now? I felt like there was something off about the way you were looking at me."

"Well, Sirius said Slytherins aren't good people, and I said I'm a Slytherin too, but when you came in wearing a Ravenclaw outfit, the three of us were a little surprised." Louise walked over and sat down on the bed next to her. "What are you looking at?"

"Alchemy." Catherine closed the book. There was indeed a string of French text on it, and Louis saw that the signature read Nicolas Flamel.

"So, what's wrong with the Potter family's little boy... the little boy in the Potter family, that he would come to you, a counselor, for advice?" Catherine said, turning to the side and naturally tucking her little feet into Louis's arms.

"Harry went to practice Occlumency with Professor Snape. When Professor Snape used Legilimency, Harry used his armor to protect himself, causing Snape's Legilimency to bounce back onto him, and so..." Lewis made an explosion gesture with his hand: "Boom, Harry saw all of Professor Snape's secrets, even what his underwear looked like—I never imagined that he could wear white underwear in black while in school."

Catherine's face was a little pale; she looked like she was about to vomit. Sometimes, having an overactive imagination isn't a good thing. After a while, she suppressed the urge to vomit and asked, "So, what exactly did Potter see that made him want to talk to you?"

"I saw that his father wasn't a good person, just as annoying as Draco was in first year." Louis pinched Catherine's delicate calves wrapped in black cotton stockings. "And I also saw how Professor Snape hurt his mother...tsk tsk, love triangle, jealousy, no wonder Professor Snape hated him so much, you know? The Potter father and son look almost exactly alike."

"This is the first time I've heard of this. I used to think it was just that Professor Snape liked to target Gryffindor," Catherine said, somewhat realizing something.

Louis laughed heartily and recounted in detail to Catherine the grudges and feuds between Snape, James, and the other two. Catherine listened with great interest, even forgetting to collect Louis's grain.

(End of this chapter)