I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 22 The Self-Cultivation of a Scumbag

Hermione's little face lit up with a wistful, longing look, before she realized what she meant. {What? You don't know yet? | Read.com, error-free chapter reading | Go Google it now!}

"Don't say that, Louis, aren't you overestimating me...?" Hermione couldn't imagine that she could defeat that big bad guy one day, while Harry and Ron next to her were nodding in agreement.

"Everyone has their day of triumph." Louis blinked. "Maybe one day you'll be able to beat her."

Encouraged, Hermione perked up and, after lunch, skipped her nap, enthusiastically dragging Louis and the other two to practice spells.

Hermione Granger (with a golden dragon logo on the left)

Talents: Charms (10), Potions (10), Transfiguration (10), Dark Magic (10), Defense Against the Dark Arts (10), Flight (1), Herbalism (10), Divination (2).

"She really is a genius," Louise couldn't help but exclaim as she looked at Hermione's stats.

Although he doesn't have Harry's extraordinary talent, he's still a genius among the best.

When Harry, Ron, and Malfoy cast a curse, the armor proficiency he gained was only 1, but Hermione practiced for a while and it went from 1 to 5.

It was quite a pleasant surprise.

Before returning, Louise made a special trip to the Hogwarts kitchen. After politely inquiring whether he could help deliver the tea to the eighth floor, several excited house-elves readily agreed to the task.

Louis, not wanting to refuse their kindness, assigned them tasks such as making tea, baking scones, and cookies. After a graceful bow of thanks, he left the Hogwarts kitchen amidst the excited gazes of the house-elves.

"Young Master Louis is really... really..." A house-elf named Aslo wiped away tears as he watched Louis's retreating figure. "He actually thanked us... us elves..."

The other little elves nodded in agreement and, at Aslo's command, began to get to work.

When he returned to the Slytherin common room, his senior was still sitting there waiting for him. However, tonight her pretty face was frosty, and she didn't bother to say a word. When she saw Louis enter the common room, she stood up and walked out.

Louis quickly followed.

"What, instead of going to your gentle and kind Miss Beaver, you come here to beg for a scolding?" The senior student asked coldly from inside the Always-Helpful room.

Case solved! The senior's sarcastic remarks were definitely inherited from Lin Daiyu.

"Why do you think I would go to Hermione?" Louise raised an eyebrow.

"Who doesn't love a gentle girl, especially a female beaver with a frizzy head?" Catherine's tone was as sharp as ever.

"Like me," Louis said, settling into a comfortable position in his chair. He tapped the table lightly, and the house-elves instantly filled it with tea and snacks for him.

After thanking the little elves in a low voice, he looked up and asked, "I wonder what you like to drink, senior? Is black tea alright?"

Catherine thought for a moment, then craned her neck and sat down on the other side of the tea table.

That's the advantage of the House of Requirement—you can have anything you want—provided it exists in this world.

"Actually, I don't like gentle girls." Louis sipped his black tea, speaking elegantly and slowly about the life philosophy that his teacher had taught him: "Gentle girls are gentle to everyone, but I would mistakenly think that they are only gentle to me, and then I would become smug and complacent, and in the end, we would break up unhappily—that's why I don't like gentle girls."

Catherine pouted, clearly not buying it.

But her hand, which had been gripping the hem of her skirt, quietly loosened, inadvertently revealing her true feelings.

"The school has rules against casting curses on classmates on campus—especially in the Great Hall. I had to stop you from trying to hang Miss Granger upside down with the Upside-Down Bell Curse in front of so many teachers."

Louis, seemingly oblivious to the moral vacuum, continued explaining, "Of course, I won't tell you that 'she's my friend, please don't do that' nonsense. Personally, I don't mind if you hang her up, provided the teachers don't see it, as that would deduct points from the college. I know you don't care what your classmates think of you, but..."

Louis looked sincerely into Catherine's eyes as he spoke: "You are my best friend at Hogwarts, and I don't want the teachers to be prejudiced against you."

A proud and aloof senior like her is the perfect person to be pampered; you just need to stroke her fur the right way...

Even the seemingly unyielding ice in the senior student's eyes showed signs of melting. She sipped her red tea, trying to use the rising steam to cover her slightly feverish cheeks.

Friends...

"So cheesy."

Catherine left those words behind and walked to her cottage without looking back.

Louis breathed a sigh of relief; this hurdle was finally over.

To be fair, both sides are flesh, but the flesh on the palm is obviously thicker. Louis still wanted to take advantage of his senior, and he didn't want to provoke this proud girl, otherwise he would not only lose the opportunity to take advantage of her, but also lose his living map.

While he was lost in thought, Catherine came out of the hut and handed him an old notebook.

"This book belongs to the Half-Blood Prince..." Louis frowned. "Who's being so melodramatic..."

Oh, he remembered, this is the notebook Harry found by accident in the sixth book... It's Snape, then it's alright.

"I found this notebook by chance. I know its contents by heart. Now, it belongs to you." The senior's tone was light and cheerful.

"Thank you." Louis said to her sincerely, holding the notebook.

This helped him a lot.

He opened his notebook, trying to find where the Divine Sharpness Shadowless Spell was hidden, and it took him a long time to find it.

It has to be said that Snape was really immature during his student days. On the page with spells, there was a little note that read, "It is a ruthless, cold-blooded, and incredibly powerful spell, suitable for use on Potter's disgusting face."

It seems... they still haven't forgotten to kick James while he's down.

Louise wasn't interested in who bullied whom during their school days, nor was she interested in arguing with anyone; Rowling had already made up her own definition anyway...

However, in the eyes of that group of people, Rowling was just a writer; what did she know about Harry Potter?

On the internet, if you're arguing with someone about right and wrong, you've already lost.

He tossed the small note aside, drew his wand, pointed it at the training dummy, and chanted, "Sectumsempra!"

Without any cool special effects or impressive lighting, the dummy was instantly sliced ​​into pieces.

Congratulations on learning the spell: Divine Edge Without a Trace.

Due to your talent for dark magic, the spell has been upgraded to level 8.

Divine Sharpness Without Shadow: Current Level 8 (0/50000)

Mana required: 6

Casting range: 60 yards

Casting time: 2 seconds

Skill Description: Uses sword energy condensed from mana to slash the target, causing irreversible damage to all but the caster.

Achievement: Masterful (30)

*Practice a spell to level 5 or higher (achieved).

*Practice a spell to level 6 or higher (achieved).

*Practice a spell to level 7 or higher (achieved).

*Practice a spell to level 8 or higher (achieved).

Achievement Reward: Binding Spell (Level 1)

Binding Spell: Current Level 1 (5/1000)

Mana required: 200

Casting range: 1 yards

Casting time: 10 seconds

Skill Description: Permanently weakens the target's skill level. The skill level is reduced by 1 every 2 seconds of casting time. It can only be dispelled by the caster's dispel and can only be used on extremely weakened targets.

Louis was speechless for a moment... What kind of useless skill is this?

(End of this chapter)

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