I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 218 The Weasley Family Portrait

Ye Ziyan's insight brought Louis's impending and severe retaliation, but with so many people around, Louis could only write it down in his notebook and wait until he returned to school to deal with it.

There are so many people here now, it's not a good thing.

The Weasleys had a large number of guests this time, including Charlie, who was raising dragons in Romania. It was Louis's first time meeting Bill and Charlie, the eldest and second eldest sons of the Weasleys. Bill had long hair tied in a ponytail, and his face was covered in various accessories, such as earrings and small fans, making him look quite unconventional.

Bill hadn't been attacked by werewolves during this period, so he naturally didn't have a face full of potato shreds.

"Hello, I'm William Weasley." Bill extended his hand and shook Louis's.

"Louis Mountbatten, nice to meet you, Bill." Louis shook his hand.

Bill is the nickname for William, just like Robert's nickname is Bob. Don't ask why, that's just how foreigners call him.

"Charles Weasley." The outdoor-looking man with a nice-guy face extended his hand to Louis. His face was weathered and covered with freckles, almost turning it brown. Because he was wearing short sleeves in the summer, his muscular arms were exposed, and there was a large, shiny burn scar on his arm.

"Hello, nice to meet you." Louis shook Charlie's hand; it was strong and powerful, clearly the kind of handyman he often did.

In fact, raising dragons is indeed a physically demanding job.

Behind them, Percy was talking to his father, Mr. Weasley: "I told Mr. Crouch that I could finish on Tuesday, a little faster than he expected, but I want to take the initiative. He'll be very pleased if I finish on time, because we're so busy with the World Cup preparations right now, and we're not getting the support we need from the Department of Magical Sports, Ludo Bagman—"

"I like Ludo," Mr. Weasley said gently, seemingly having had enough of his son's nagging and grumbling. "Thanks to him, we got such great World Cup tickets. I did him a small favor before: his brother Odo got into a little trouble—he made a lawnmower do all sorts of weird things, and I fixed it."

“Yes, of course, Mr. Bagman is quite charming.” Percy’s tone was somewhat dismissive. “But compared to Mr. Crouch, I really don’t know how he became a superior. If Mr. Crouch discovered someone in the department was missing, he would definitely investigate instead of letting it go unchecked—you know, Bertha Jorkins has been missing for over a month, on vacation in Albania, and then, just like that—snap, she’s gone, never to return!”

“Yes, I asked Ludo about it,” Mr. Weasley said, frowning. “He said that Bertha Jorkins had disappeared several times before this. If she were someone from my company, I would definitely be concerned, but she—well, she’s not from our company, so frankly, it’s not something I should be concerned about.”

Mr. Weasley's words were quite clear: he was telling Percy to shut the hell up...

"Sigh, Bertha is a real headache," Percy said. "I've heard that over the years, she's been moved from one department to another, causing more trouble than she does. But anyway, Bagman should try to find her."

"Mr. Crouch has been personally very interested in this matter. You know, Bertha used to work for our company for a while, and I think Mr. Crouch really liked her—but Bagman always laughs it off, saying that Bertha probably misread the map and went to Australia instead of Albania. However…"

Percy sighed with an air of importance and continued, "Our International Magic Cooperation Division has just too much to do. We don't have time to find people for other departments. You know, after the World Cup, we have to organize a large-scale event..."

At this point, he cleared his throat, looked up, and saw Louis.

"Oh, hi, Louis," Percy greeted him somewhat awkwardly.

"I've been listening for a while now. So, what kind of event are you planning to hold after the World Cup?" Louis asked with a smile. "I'm quite curious about that too."

Percy opened his mouth, but after a long pause, he managed to utter, "This is a top secret of the Ministry of Magic, Louise, I can't tell you."

"It's alright, Percy." Louis grinned and patted him on the shoulder to show his understanding.

Percy glanced at Harry and Ron, who were craning their necks to look at them, and whispered a few words in Louis's ear.

"Ah!" Louis exclaimed in realization, putting on an exaggerated expression—in fact, the Ministry of Magic had no intention of pulling any tricks; it was Percy who unilaterally wanted to do something in front of his younger siblings to tease them.

While they were chatting, Charlie and his friends had already started a heated discussion about the World Cup final.

"I bet ten of us that Ireland will win," Charlie muttered, gulping down a whole glass of fruit milk. "They beat Peru in the semi-finals!"

"You're such a cheapskate, Charlie," Fred retorted. "I'll bet ten Galleons that Bulgaria will win—good heavens, I don't understand why someone with a high-paying job raising dragons would be so stingy when it comes to betting..."

"Ten Galleons?" Charlie's eyes widened, nearly spitting out the fruit milk in his mouth. He forced it down and asked in astonishment, "My God, where did you get the money?"

"This is confidential, my dear brother," George blinked. "But since you've asked so earnestly, I'll mercifully tell you. It's all thanks to the great Louis, it was him!"

With that, Fred grabbed Louis's shoulder, pushed him in front of Charlie, and made him sit down in a seat.

Louis sat there with a grin, waiting to see what Fred and his brother could say.

"Thanks to Louis for introducing the great credit system," George said, recounting in detail the credit system that Louis had introduced in class.

He boasted, "Well, I, the great Fred, came in second place in the fifth-grade final exams, and George came in first! Together, we earned a total of ninety Galleons!"

"So much?" Charlie gasped. He didn't even earn ninety Galleons a month. He then looked at Louis with deep respect: "What does your family do? How do you get so rich?"

"Round it up, the whole of Britain belongs to them," Ron said with a shrug and a grin.

"My goodness..." Charlie's respect grew even stronger: "If only you had started school two years earlier, could I have enjoyed this benefit too?"

Louis chuckled and said, "You're right, but you can't blame me. You should ask my parents, or Headmaster Dumbledore, why they didn't let me enroll a few years earlier."

"I've heard you're a freak," Charlie nodded and said. "No ordinary adult wizard could beat you in a duel."

"..." Louis was a little speechless. Is this how you praise someone, Second Brother?

"He really is a freak, Charlie." George and Fred put their arms around Louis's shoulders, one on each side, while the two red heads squeezed on either side of his head. "Our Louis is the Slytherin Snake King... yo-ho~"

"Who says otherwise?" Ron said to Charlie with a grin, "You know that wizard legend? It was Louis who spearheaded the research..."

Before he could finish speaking, Sirius Black protested, "Hey, Ron, you only remember Louis, not me, right?"

"Alright, alright, you get a share too." Ron waved his hand.

"The Wizarding Legend?" Charlie was stunned. He had been busy raising dragons and had never played this new game before.

Upon hearing this, Louis immediately called Christa over, took out a chessboard and two hundred card packs from her bag: "Consider this a gift for our first meeting."

He was very fair in his dealings with people, even Bill had a way with that.

"Let's have a fight, Charlie!" Ron's eyes burned with a fierce fighting spirit. This role model from his childhood had caused him a lot of trouble, so much so that he wanted to challenge Charlie whenever he had the chance.

But Charlie remained unmoved and said, "No, little Ronnie, I won't fight you. As a beginner, I should find someone who isn't very good at Wizarding Legends to practice with."

"Then I recommend Harry, or Ginny. Neither of them are very good at wizard legend battles," Ron said sincerely, a bloodthirsty smile appearing on his face from an angle Charlie couldn't see.

That's fucking awful. Harry's level is a bit lacking, but he's still one of the top 10,000 players in the UK. Do you know what the top 10,000 means in the UK, where it's practically universal?

Ginny, oh, Ginny is even more terrifying, she's a top ten contestant...

Unaware of the truth, Charlie naturally targeted his seemingly weakest younger sister, Ginny. He trusted Ron too much, believing that his honest and simple brother wouldn't betray him. However, he overlooked the fact that the mischievous twins were playing dead in this matter, remaining silent and refusing to say a word.

Bill, who was watching from behind, was clearly gloating, so he kept his word and waited to see Charlie make a fool of himself.

Sure enough, after three "sorry"s, Charlie's blood pressure spiked.

"I'm not playing anymore!" He resignedly packed up the chessboard. Who were these people? They really knew how to bully a newbie...

However, for every person who has bad luck, there is also a lucky one. He actually drew more than fifty legendary cards from his two hundred card packs...

The others were incredibly envious and all expressed their desire to buy a few, but Charlie refused.

Are you kidding me? You guys bullied a newbie like me just now, and now you want to buy my cards? Dream on! No way!

Sirius's house was quite big, really quite big. During nap time, Louis didn't even have to share a room with Catherine.

Actually, Catherine went to squeeze in with Hermione and Ginny, but she didn't want to play with the little kids, so she sneaked into Louis's room, where she bumped right into Ye Ziyan.

"What a coincidence, you're here too?" Ye Ziyan asked.

"Yes, I don't want to sleep in the same room as Ginny and Hermione," Catherine replied.

"I don't want to sleep in the same room as your mother either, she grinds her teeth..." Ye Ziyan said with a look of disgust.

Louis was treated quite well; like Sirius, he had his own room, and at least no one objected, considering Louis also had a maid, Christa, to serve him.

With the two of them here, Louis's afternoon nap was over. He gave up his bed for them and spent the rest of the afternoon sitting in a chair.

After dinner, everyone decided to set off.

Aunt Molly prepared many tents, as did Sirius, saying they wanted to camp there and experience the wilderness. Everyone naturally had no objections, and Aunt Molly also packed large bags of food, preparing to enjoy them while camping.

When the topic of camping came up, Louis actually wanted to eat some instant hot pot, but in this day and age, let alone instant hot pot, even instant noodles with oil and sauce packets were a rarity. He also didn't want to bring moldy MREs, and just as he was worrying about it, there was a sizzling sound in the house, and Chromie made a dazzling appearance.

"It's you." Louis looked at her with ill intent. "If I remember correctly, you've been missing for a whole year, Chromie."

"Ah... well, there was a little accident." Chromie chuckled. "Judging from your current appearance, are you planning to go watch the Quidditch World Cup?"

"Yes, we're all ready. I actually wanted to get some self-heating hot pot from twenty years in the future, but unfortunately we can't buy it here." Louis shrugged, actually hinting at Cromi.

"What's so difficult about that?" Chromie reached out and pulled out a bunch of small hot pots from the ripples, all kinds of brands—of course, the brand names couldn't be mentioned randomly, or it would be a disaster.

"Is this enough? If not, I'll get you some more." With that, Chromie pulled out a bunch of camping gear, all of which were professional equipment from Seris: "If you want something more high-end, I have those too, like portable refrigerators... Of course, the premise is that this kind of technological equipment cannot be exposed to the people here."

"Why?" Louis asked, puzzled.

"Just take it as me being sentimental." Chromie rolled her eyes, then pulled out a bunch of Azerothian specialties: "Here, to express my apology for disappearing this past year, I specially smuggled you a lot of sausages from the Dragon Isles, some with dragonfly meat, some with dragon unicorn meat, and quite a few with dragonfish meat..."

"Do you have dragon meat?" Louis asked curiously.

"You might as well turn me into a sausage!" Chromie said viciously.

(End of this chapter)