I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 215 They've Lost All Shame

Both Catherine and Lewis gave very consistent accounts of Snape's past.

With such a wonderful life, what is there to regret?

I feel like Snape suffered a much worse fate than that Lu Mingfei, and Lily's death was even more tragic than Erii's.

However, he doesn't seem to be as tragic as Lu Mingfei, since Snape never truly spent time with Lily and watched as the woman he loved married and had children with someone else...

If this were written as the protagonist on a certain website, it would be strange if it didn't flop.

"I simply can't put myself in Professor Snape's shoes," Catherine murmured, resting her head against Louis's chest. "I can't imagine how desperate I would feel if you abandoned me to marry another woman and have children..."

"I know, and I can imagine it." Louis shuddered. "You have an eighty percent chance of using Fiendfyre and a twenty percent chance of using Lightning."

"I'm not as fierce as you think!" Catherine protested, lightly punching Louis's arm with her small fist. "Silly little deer, you deserve a beating!"

Louis wasn't in pain either. He grabbed Catherine's wrist and said with a grin, "Why are you acting like a soft girl now? I still prefer your initial rebellious self. Try to come back to your old self."

"I'm a Ravenclaw now, so I have to fit the persona." Catherine pushed up her glasses, striking a pose of an intellectual beauty.

"I must say, it tastes pretty good, I quite like it." Louis's restless hands had already started to wander.

What a versatile wife! She can create any look. She can dress like a Gryffindor, or a Ravenclaw. I just wonder if she can create the Hufflepuff look.

Thinking this, he asked the question aloud.

"If you have the chance, you must try Hufflepuff. I'm really curious to see what you'll look like in a Hufflepuff outfit," Louis said with a grin as he strolled around.

"Silly girl." Catherine rolled her eyes and lay down on the bed.

……

Spring passed quickly, and before we knew it, the holidays were approaching. Children always look forward to growing up and graduating. The third-grade students chatted and laughed, discussing what to do during the holidays. Some made plans to watch the Quidditch World Cup together, while others planned to study wizarding legends during the summer vacation. However, no one discussed how to study.

Meanwhile, Louis was having a small meeting in his office with the four deans, several teachers, and Grindelwald, who was sitting next to Dumbledore playing Wizarding Legends with Sirius in silence.

"Principal, deans, don't you think the students are doing too much idleness during the holidays?" he asked with a pained expression.

Everyone looked at each other, completely bewildered—isn't the holiday supposed to be for fun? Why make it so stressful? Besides… every teacher assigned a paper as summer homework.

"But we've already published a paper, Mr. Mountbatten," Professor McGonagall asked, puzzled.

"With just one paper, Professor, how can you learn anything good?" Louis said with some indignation. "Think about it, learning is a process of reviewing what you've learned to gain new knowledge. I don't think you can achieve that by simply writing one paper."

"So what do you think? What should we do?" Professor Flitwick became interested; he didn't refuse to give the students some learning tasks.

In fact, the other deans were the same, especially Snape, whose beetle-like eyes were already shining.

Additionally, it's worth mentioning that Lupin didn't choose to continue teaching at Hogwarts. Instead, he resigned from his job and came to Lewis's company to work for him. Sirius did the same, but he also served as Lewis's teaching assistant, as he was still worried about Harry.

"I had my aunt Liv go to Seris to buy a lot of 'Five Years of OWLs, Three Years of Simulation'," Louis said, taking out several samples from his system space and handing one to each of the deans, including Sirius and Grindelwald.

Flipping through his copy of "Five Years of OWLs, Three Years of Simulation," Grindelwald's expression is that of a subway, an old man, and a cell phone.

I knew you were such a troublemaker, but I never expected you to be this troublesome.

Good heavens, this is going to really mess with the students...

Grindelwald thought to himself, "Thank goodness that when I was studying at Durmstrang, Durmstrang didn't have a talent like you, otherwise I would have nipped you in the bud no matter what."

Thinking about this, he suddenly felt a little amused, wondering what his classmates would think when they saw this set of questions.

To be fair, Seris is still a country that excels at creating high-quality workbooks. This "Five Years of OWLs, Three Years of Simulation" series isn't just for fourth-grade students; there are also age-appropriate versions for first to third graders, and advanced versions like "Five Years of NEWTs, Three Years of Simulation" for fifth and sixth graders. In short...

There was also something called "Ye Houxiong's Study Cases," supposedly written by one of Ye Ziyan's uncles, and something called "Thirty-Eight Sets of Geographical Advantage," which consisted of past exam questions from various countries. After seeing these things, Louis felt a sudden urge to itch.

This is so exciting! Is this a question I can answer without spending any money?

Of course, these rich and colorful memories of youth must be provided for the students of Hogwarts; they can't continue living a life of leisure.

"But, isn't this...?" Professor Sprout, after all, was kind-hearted and looked at the exercises with some reluctance.

Dumbledore nodded, echoing, "I understand how you feel, but isn't this kind of learning method a bit too much for the students at Hogwarts? Besides, I'm planning to have Mad-Eye Moody teach the Defense Against the Dark Arts class next year, though we're still waiting for his reply..."

"You're talking about Defense Against the Dark Arts professors? How many Defense Against the Dark Arts professors have there been year after year? Have they changed anything? It's just the same old thing in a new guise!" Louis said, heartbroken. "Mad-Eye Moody had his reasons. What kind of team did I lead? I led outstanding Aurors! And who are you guys? You expect me to lead them?"

"What's the magical level of the students at Hogwarts? There are only a handful of them. Even Quirrell and Lockhart could be professors of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Can he teach it? He can't; he doesn't have the ability, you know?"

"If this continues, let alone not being able to beat the Death Eaters, Professor, can you even win that Triwizard Tournament that you're planning to start next semester? Are you confident? Don't end up losing to Durmstrang first, then to Beauxbatons, and then no one else will be able to beat you."

Dumbledore clicked his tongue: "Let's look at it on the bright side. Actually, on the other hand, we at Hogwarts are the earliest team to prepare for the Triwizard Tournament next semester..."

Louis clasped his hands together in a praying gesture: "Oh dear, thank goodness, hehe~"

"I've already said it, you haven't built a solid foundation from these kinds of competitions. Can you guarantee me that he can win such crucial competitions next semester? Be realistic, Principal. I advise you all to first understand your teaching methods and philosophies. Lu Ping is doing a great job. Why did you replace him? Tell me!"

At this point, Louis was already furious: "Then next semester, at the Triwizard Tournament held at Hogwarts, we'll just watch Beauxbatons or Durmstrang take the trophy right in front of us. Tell me, how are you going to explain that?"

Louis wanted to say one last thing, but he held back, after all, he was facing very old professors and the dean.

But he was still willing to torture Dumbledore; that guy… tsk, he really wasn’t suited to be the headmaster.

He may be very righteous, but he's not quite good enough to be a school principal.

"Alright, but does doing exercises really improve practical experience and magical skills?" Dumbledore asked with some skepticism.

Louis chuckled coldly: "The most terrifying thing is not being good at theory, but being empty-headed on the battlefield and unable to even do theory."

Dumbledore thought about it carefully, then turned to look at Grindelwald. Seeing Grindelwald nod, he nodded and said, "I've decided. We'll use this set of exercises as the winter break homework for all four houses of Hogwarts this year—of course, it will be the version appropriate for each academic year."

"Don't worry, Principal," Louis chuckled. "I bought thousands of each set of exercises; that'll be enough for us for a long time."

"I trust you to handle things," Dumbledore nodded and smiled.

……

As they left the principal's office, Sirius followed, looking at them suspiciously. "Will your method really work? It seems like you're just trying to trick the students."

Louis didn't really think he was harming his classmates. In fact, even theoretical knowledge was better than being clueless on the battlefield. At least you would know what armor was for protection and what your weapons were for.

"Of course it will work, Sirius," Louis said with a smile. "Just wait and see. Don't you think Hogwarts' education of its students is too lax? If things continue like this, just as I said, if you have time, go and see Seres. They definitely have more outstanding wizards than we do in England."

Yes, you haven't even looked at the sheer number of people living in the Seris wizarding community...

However, on the other hand, this teaching method is indeed much better than the "happy education" approach in Britain. "Happy education" is not suitable for the elite—just look at famous British private schools like Eton College; their curriculum is truly… even more demanding than that of top-tier secondary schools like Selby.

As a good student, Louis obviously didn't need to do the problems. After he told Catherine about it, Catherine's face turned red with anger.

"You always come up with these kinds of wicked ideas, you little devil!" Catherine hit him several times with a pillow. "You always come up with these kinds of wicked ideas to torture us! Why don't you do the problems with us instead!"

"Doing exercises?" Louis struck a pose with his underbite and chuckled coldly, "Do my ass! The paper is all open ground; if you forget all the hills, you'll be in deep trouble on the battlefield... nine out of ten of you will have diarrhea!"

"You know that, yet you still torture me!" Catherine protested, pinning him to the bed and preparing to hit him.

"Alright, alright, you don't have to do it then. I still have this privilege. Good students, like you and the other top three students in the grade, don't need to do summer homework..." Louis quickly said, offering his remedial measures.

"That's more like it." Catherine breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn't the type of person who liked doing homework either, after all, no one was as mentally unhealthy as Hermione.

Who would bother reading a dry history of magic as a pastime?

"Actually, you don't really need to worry about this. Besides, there's still Christa," Louis said with a smile, stroking Catherine's blonde hair.

Christa pulled her face out of the yogurt, her mouth still smeared with yogurt, looking completely bewildered and utterly innocent.

They were caught in the crossfire even when they were lying down.

"You're so naughty, you bad boy." Catherine's eyes sparkled as she gave Louis a flirtatious, sidelong glance.

Ye Ziyan pushed open the door and entered, clearly having heard those words.

"I think he's a bad boy too." Ye Ziyan snorted. "He made me buy him those 'Five Years of OWLs, Three Years of Simulations' and 'Five Years of NEWTs, Three Years of Simulations' from Seris. Seriously, I've already bought them all out of Hengyang College. When I was in the bookstore, I even heard parents from Seris complaining about which scoundrel did it and bought all the children's study guides. I really wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear."

"I second that." Tom Riddle's spirit bubbled out of the diary lying to the side, raised his right hand, and then quickly disappeared back in.

It looks absolutely ridiculous.

"What are you embarrassed about? They were insulting me, not you." Louis shrugged. "It's not like you're seeing this for the first time; you'll get used to it..."

Ye Ziyan gave him a charmingly disdainful look.

"So, what are your plans for this summer vacation?" Catherine leaned on his shoulder and asked softly, "Mom just wrote to me, asking if you want to go see the Quidditch World Cup..."

"I'd rather watch the football world cup than the Quidditch World Cup," Louis shrugged. "Quidditch is something you can watch once or twice for the novelty, but the football world cup is much more entertaining."

Indeed, we can still see Brazil crowned with four stars, but the next time we see Brazil add another star will have to wait until 2002.

In his past life, he always wanted to watch the World Cup live, but he was never able to because he didn't have the money. Now that he has the chance, of course he wants to fulfill his dream.

"Are you two coming with me?" Louis asked with a smile.

"Go ahead..." Catherine nodded, "But first you need to convince my mother. I'll leave this difficult task to you."

"No problem, leave it to me!" Louis readily agreed to the task of persuading Solanlian.

(End of this chapter)