I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 216 Leading the Kids astray

This year's holiday starts earlier, and the FIFA World Cup will be held on June 17th. Counting the days, I can leave school around the 10th after the exam results are released.

Solanlian is very reasonable, and the main reason she is reasonable is that the Quidditch World Cup is held right after the World Cup final.

As a proper Englishman, Harry also had a great interest in football, so even more people went to the Eagles to watch the games. There were Hermione and her family, Harry and Ron, the Weasley twins, Sirius Black, their godfather, as well as Louis, Catherine, and Christa.

In fact, Solanlian really wanted to go, but she had other things to do.

There were eleven people in the group. There was no need to worry about visas. Six years ago in July, the UK and the US implemented visa-free travel, and British passport holders can stay in the US for up to 90 days.

As for this kind of passport, that's simple; it can be done in the blink of an eye with just one phone call.

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When they emerged from Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, Mr. Askin, the butler, had been waiting there for quite some time. Louis first invited them to his home, and then borrowed a private plane from his grandfather.

Of course, he bought the plane for his grandfather, after all, he made a lot of money from moonberry juice and Wizard Legends.

The old man hasn't even used it once yet. Tsk, I wonder who it was bought for.

In 1994, the United States was indeed very developed, and the first match was held at the Silver Dome Stadium in Pontiac at 9:30 a.m. on June 17.

Pontiac is a small city in northeastern Illinois, about 100 kilometers southwest of Chicago. Since he arrived early, Louis planned to thoroughly experience "Fuck you, eagle!"

Upon entering the city, Louis immediately sensed the ruggedness of the American people, as there were even black men performing American iaido on the streets.

It's so fast! It's a truly authentic experience of traditional folk customs.

To be honest, this was Mr. Granger's first time experiencing something like this. He was extremely excited, shouting and yelling, showing no fear whatsoever. On the contrary, Mrs. Granger kept pulling at him, signaling him not to shout so as not to disturb the gunman.

Actually, it doesn't matter if the gunman is disturbed, since Sirius is in the same car as them, and his armor can easily protect him from handgun bullets.

Louis actually came here because of Maradona, but when he got there he learned that Maradona had been disqualified from the competition due to a positive doping test.

It's a pity," Louis clicked his tongue. Actually, he had always liked Old Ma in his past life, and even though he had become an Englishman in this life, he didn't really have any prejudice against Old Ma.

He couldn't see Paolo Maldini, and he didn't recognize anyone else... Oh, it wasn't until he saw the Italian match that Luis realized he knew Paolo Maldini.

He genuinely hadn't expected Maldini to be from this era. While many of the well-known football stars of later generations had been born, they were all too young to qualify for the World Cup. Examples include Ronaldo, Ronaldinho, Diego Forlán, Zidane, and other familiar names. Then there were the perennial substitutes—he knew Oliver Kahn, the German Lion King, but Kahn… well, he hadn't even had a chance to play in this year's World Cup.

I'm just here to watch the World Cup for fun, mainly because there's really nothing else to do during the summer vacation.

But to be honest, Chicago's thick crust pizza has really become his favorite. Although Veronica would be furious if she saw it, he didn't bring her this time, so he had no psychological barriers to eating it.

So I traveled around major cities in the US to watch the World Cup and experience the local customs and culture. To be honest, in this day and age, a genuine Oxford accent is very popular in the US, except for men who aren't so welcome.

Even when Louise was ordering food, he received a bunch of infatuated glances—for British men, American women of this era were simply throwing themselves at him.

Perhaps it was Louis's good looks that made him stand out, but his accent was definitely a major plus. If Catherine hadn't been there, Louis would probably have been snatched away long ago.

Louis is also quite honest and not very interested in other girls—the only ones he's interested in right now are Sophie Marceau, Monica Bellucci, and Nicole Kidman.

I've been staying with the US for a full month, and only now is the World Cup final. To be honest, it's pretty boring, much more boring than the last World Cup before I transmigrated—or rather, it's nowhere near as interesting.

Italy and Brazil, two teams, played for over 120 minutes, ending in a 0-0 draw, and the winner was finally decided in a penalty shootout.

"This is so boring." Harry shook his head, indicating that this was the most boring game he had ever seen.

At least in the eyes of this relatively professional Quidditch player, Quidditch is much more fun than football.

As the saying goes, experts see the details, while laymen only see the spectacle. Those who are used to Quidditch, a game with lots of goals, will naturally not like football, a game where neither side scores for 90 minutes.

After the World Cup ended, the group stayed in the United States for a few more days before returning to the United Kingdom.

Because Catherine wanted to go home and spend time with Solanlian, Louis returned to his happy days of living alone.

The prerequisite is that there isn't a big-toothed brat following him around bothering him.

But today, William didn't stick to him. Feeling a little uncomfortable, Louis went downstairs to see what the kid was doing, and that's when he saw his grandfather leading the child astray.

In the Mountbatten family's card room, a group of people sat around a table, all seemingly his grandfather's old friends. The room was filled with smoke, like a fairyland, and old Louis puffed on a cigar, completely unconcerned about his health.

"Alright, last round." The dealer distributed the cards one by one: "The last card is face down... King speaks."

The middle-aged man with a "K" on his face looked left and then right: "One pound."

"I followed." "I followed." "I followed."

Everyone agreed to follow suit.

When it was Old Louis's turn, he put his cards on the table and took out his chips: "I call, and I'm raising by five pounds."

Everyone around was stunned. They were all old friends, and Old Louis was used to playing it safe and steady. This increase in bet must mean he had a big hand in his hand.

To everyone's surprise, William with the big teeth asked in a childish voice, "You dare to raise five pounds with such a terrible hand?"

As soon as William finished speaking, the other players at the table shouted that they were calling.

To everyone's surprise, Grandpa laughed and revealed his hand: "A pair of Jacks, and the rest are all tens."

"Oh! For goodness' sake!" An old man with gray hair sitting next to Grandpa asked, tapping his pipe, "Little brat, do you know what 'gourd' means?"

William said smugly, "Of course, I also know what it means to scare people."

Old Louis laughed heartily, giving William a big high five: "I love this kid!"

When he turned to high-five, he noticed that Louis had been watching them for quite some time.

"Hey, Louis," Grandpa greeted.

Louis patted William's head and said with a smile, "Why don't you let William come up and try? It's not good to always have the child watching."

"You're right." Grandpa readily made way for William to sit in his seat.

After Grandpa withdrew, he volunteered to take on the responsibility of dealing the cards. First, he dealt the two hole cards, and William received the Ace and Queen of Spades.

In the first round, William received a Jack of spades.

Since he wasn't using his own chips, he nonchalantly followed the table's one pound.

In the second round, William had a 10 of spades on his face.

This time, the hand was raised by one pound, and William chose to follow suit. Two other players had already slipped away when they saw that their cards weren't good.

In the third round, William had a King of Spades on his face.

This is fucking scary, a royal flush, that's the highest hand in Texas Hold'em.

Seeing the three solid spades on William's face, everyone said they wouldn't call. Newbies always have the best ideas; that's a truth at the poker table.

"Ten pounds." William pulled out blue chips, threw them on the table, and looked at everyone with a grin.

Only the middle-aged man from before said he would follow.

He admitted that there was an element of gambling involved, but with four nines in his hand, it would really be a waste not to follow suit.

"I'll bet you another twenty pounds." The man placed three chips.

Louis, unaware of William's trump card, whispered in his ear, "Buddy, I think he's got you figured out."

"He's bluffing," William said to his good uncle. "He touches his ear when he's feeling guilty, and besides, I'm not afraid of him."

The middle-aged man lowered his hand from his ear and asked arrogantly, "So, little mouse superhero, are you in or not?"

William glanced back at Louis, then looked at his great-uncle.

"Go for it," old Louis said firmly. He saw the cards in William's hand—good heavens, the last time he had such a strong hand was in 1943 on a warship in the Indian Ocean.

"I'll go with you." William presented two blue chips.

The middle-aged man laughed and flipped over the cards: "Four nines!"

Unexpectedly, William chuckled and revealed his trump card.

"Royal Flush, I'll eat you up!"

The middle-aged man stared at William for a long time, then pointed at him and said to those around him, "I hate this kid."

This remark drew laughter from the entire audience, especially from old Louis, who was laughing so hard he could barely breathe.

"Did you hear that? Your Uncle Gloucester said he doesn't like you." Old Louis patted William and laughed heartily.

As they were laughing, Diana's voice came from the doorway.

"Grandpa, Louis, and William, what are you doing?"

An awkward silence fell over the card room.

"We're trying to help William out of his depression, Duch," Louis said, walking up to Diana and putting his arm around her waist, leading her outside. "Come on, sister, it's been so long, let's go play Wizarding World..."

Upon hearing this, Diana forgot that William was still playing poker. She followed Louis for half the journey before remembering her eldest son.

She walked over to her grandfather, grabbed William by the ear, and dragged him out. With her other hand, she grabbed Louis's arm, displaying an air of overwhelming power.

A woman who is 1.78 meters tall is not someone to mess with...

After they left, Gloucester raised the glass beside him and gestured towards the door: "To Louis."

"To Louis." Everyone raised their glasses and drank a toast in gratitude for Louis drawing attention to himself.

……

These boring and tedious days lasted for three or four days until Catherine wrote to urge him to hurry to the Wallys by the fireplace. Only then did Louis reluctantly say goodbye to his little bed at home.

Before the dizziness had subsided, Louis felt something poking his shoulder.

"Sister Lian," Louis greeted her sincerely. Such a wicked sense of humor could only come from Solan Lian.

Solanlian snorted twice, saying with a hint of dissatisfaction, "It seems football is much more popular than our Wore family. I think someone is so happy that he's forgotten he has a girlfriend waiting for him at home."

That's a misleading statement!

"How could that be, Sister Lian?" Louis quickly said with a smile, pulling Catherine aside. "Of course I'm thinking of Catherine, but you have to let me keep Grandpa company, after all, he's getting old, isn't he?"

"Hmph." Solanlian wouldn't make a fuss unnecessarily. Spending time with her grandfather was indeed very important. He was over ninety years old, and he didn't know how many more years he had to live. Every day she spent with him was one less day she could take.

She turned and left, walking into the kitchen.

Catherine said with a smile, "When we go to watch the Quidditch World Cup final in a few days, we must buy Grandpa some novel gifts."

"No need, Grandpa just likes smoking, drinking, and getting his hair permed. We have plenty of cigarettes and alcohol at home. You can just buy him some hair perming cream from the wizarding world," Louis said casually, as if he were talking about someone else's grandfather.

What do you mean by "own grandson"?

Catherine covered her lips slightly and asked with a smile, "Look at what you're saying, what has Grandpa been doing at home lately?"

"They're playing cards." Louis scratched his head and answered truthfully, "Oh, he invited a few friends and some comrades-in-arms, and set up a special room at home for playing cards. The group of people spend all day in that room smoking and playing cards."

"Those days were pretty good," Catherine said with a smile after thinking for a moment.

"Not only good, but he's even corrupted William... my nephew." Louis chuckled as he recounted, "You wouldn't believe it, William's poker skills are now even better than his grandfather's. I never imagined he had such a talent for it. This kid... perhaps he'll be competing in world championships someday?"

"Let's forget about it. He'll become famous in a different way then." Solanlian came out of the kitchen, carrying two cups of coffee. "Try it, it's my new cooking skill."

Louis picked up his coffee, about to take a sip, when suddenly, alarm bells went off in his head, and his heart started pounding like a little rabbit in his chest.

(End of this chapter)