I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 220 The New Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor for Fourth Year Students (Part 1)

There were many people camping here, struggling through two long rows of tents. Louis noticed that most of the tents were nothing special; clearly, the tent-setters had put in a lot of effort to make them look like Muggle tents.

Some accidentally went too far, adding unnecessary details like chimneys, bell ropes, or weather vanes, making them look completely out of place. However, there were a few tents that looked like they'd been enchanted, utterly unscientific.

That's true. They don't even consider that what Muggle tent doesn't even have a light, yet there are a bunch of random lights flashing around...?

In the center of the camp, one tent stood out conspicuously. It was lavishly decorated with a large amount of silk, resembling a small palace. Several live peacocks were tied at the entrance, making it look extremely extravagant. A little further ahead, there was even a four-story tent, and other buildings with gardens in front, complete with bird baths, sundials, and fountains.

"Alright, we're here. This is our territory," Mr. Weasley said excitedly, pointing ahead.

At the edge of the woods at the end of the camp, there were two clearings with small signs on the ground, one reading "Walley" and the other "Weasley".

"This place is wonderful, truly wonderful!" Mr. Weasley exclaimed excitedly. "The grounds are just on the other side of this forest, incredibly close."

As he spoke, he took his backpack off his shoulder: "Alright, strictly speaking, no magic allowed. Now that so many of us are on Muggle territory, we should follow Muggle rules. We'll set up the tents with our own hands; it shouldn't be too difficult... That's how Muggles do it. Harry, where do you think we should begin?"

Harry didn't speak, but pointed towards the Wallace house.

Mr. Weasley looked in the direction Harry was pointing and saw Christa, with Chromie's help, carrying a two-story house out of her pocket and placing it on the ground with a thud.

A portable little house, a magical creation, requiring no foundation; anything from Dalaran is guaranteed to be of high quality.

Mr. Weasley: ...

"Alright, Harry, ignore them, we'll just go our own way," Mr. Weasley said quickly. Louis, well, he couldn't do anything about it anyway, so he just let them do whatever they wanted.

This was the first time Louis had ever seen such a young wizard. A little boy of about two years old was squatting outside a large pyramid-shaped tent, holding a magic wand and happily poking a slug on the grass. The slug slowly swelled up to the size of a sausage.

As Louis approached him, the boy's mother hurriedly emerged from the tent.

"How many times have I told you, Kevin? You're not allowed to touch your dad's wand again... Ouch!"

She stepped on the giant slug, which popped with a "pop." They walked quite a distance, and they could still hear her shouting in the silence, mixed with the cries of a little boy.

"You stomped on the bugs! You stomped on the bugs!"

After walking a while longer, they saw two little witches, about Kevin's age, riding on two toy flying broomsticks, flying low, their feet lightly skimming the dew-kissed grass. A wizard who worked in the ministry had already spotted them. He hurried past Louis, muttering irritably, "In broad daylight, tsk, looks like his parents are probably still sleeping in..."

Louis had already led the group to their rooms. The tents were still being set up with great difficulty. He didn't plan to go out and help, but instead lay down on the bed in his room on the second floor to rest for a while.

After lying there for a short while, a violent white light suddenly burst forth from the wall, and the wall itself began to shake, as if something was about to emerge. Louis quickly got up, pulled out his wand, and prepared for battle.

Soon, the location of the flashing light opened like a door, and a young woman with black hair walked out of the door shortly after.

Louis raised his wand and asked warily, "Who are you?"

Upon hearing this, the woman tilted her head to look at Louis, seemingly sizing him up, without intending to answer the question.

"Answer my question, or I'll take action!" Louis warned.

The woman remained unmoved and slowly walked towards him. Louis felt that this woman looked somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen her before. However, the strange scene of the woman's appearance just now made him put that vague sense of familiarity out of his mind. As the woman drew closer, Louis retreated accordingly until he bumped into the wall. Louis then raised his hand and unleashed a beam of blue light.

"Stupefy! (Faints and collapses)"

The woman gently deflected the spell with a wave of her hand, and a ripple of azure light blocked it. Louis, refusing to believe it, fired several more spells like a Gatling gun, but the woman blocked them all.

Just as he summoned Remonia, the door opened and Ye Ziyan's astonished voice came from inside.

"Sister Yu?"

The woman turned her head, saw that it was Ye Ziyan, and nodded gently.

"it's me."

Louis quickly grabbed Remonia, who was trying to unleash a whirlwind attack, and shoved her back into the space amidst her unwilling cries.

Just kidding, you're not Frostmourne, and I'm not Arthas.

Judging from the looks of it, the woman in front of me is...

"Mom?" Louis asked hesitantly.

This is too surreal!

Emma looked Louis up and down, a slight smile playing on her lips. "My good boy, you've grown this tall already? Good alertness, but... your skills are a bit lacking. I seriously doubt what kind of people are currently teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts."

Look at this quantifier, "a group"...

Tsk, it seems the legend of Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts professors wearing disposable gloves started when my mom was in school.

"Now, well... Louis himself is the professor teaching them Defense Against the Dark Arts," Ye Ziyan said hesitantly from the side.

Emma raised her beautiful eyebrows, looking incredulous: "Hogwarts would allow someone to... What year are you in now?"

"I'll be in fourth grade when school starts, Mom," Louise reminded her.

Emma pursed her lips and muttered under her breath, "What an elementary school student!"

"Having a third-year student teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, it seems Professor Dumbledore has really... fallen."

Ye Ziyan didn't seem to have accepted this fact yet. She walked over cautiously and began to carefully examine her good friend whom she hadn't seen for many years.

"It's not that I don't believe you, but... how did you... um, I remember you died, didn't you?" Ye Ziyan truly lived up to her reputation as a good best friend, starting with a friendly and harmonious conversation.

"Half dead." Emma waved her hand impatiently. "The ritual was only halfway done. That old man Nicolas Flamel gave me the wrong spell, so the seals to Heaven and Hell are only half effective..."

"That's why they can walk in the world, but only in the form of possession, right?" Louis suddenly interjected.

"Your understanding isn't wrong either." Emma nodded, confirming Louis's guess.

Ye Ziyan still frowned and asked, "Then how did you escape? There was practically a net around the altar, how did you...?"

"So that's how I escaped, right?" Emma smiled and explained to the two of them, "I once read about an ancient spell in a book that could travel to my son's side through the index of bloodlines... After realizing I had failed, I used this spell... and suddenly I arrived here."

"Three angel feathers, an ounce of sands of time, a pint of dragon's tear, and a phoenix tail feather. If you also wish to travel through time, I can teach you this spell," Emma said, looking at Louis.

"How can you prove you're my mother?" Louis remained highly vigilant.

"I..." Emma hadn't finished speaking when the light shone from the wall again, and the wall shook.

"Oh no, someone's catching up!" Emma's tone was so calm, as if she were talking about something that had nothing to do with her.

Solanlian and Catherine, who lived next door, also heard the commotion. When they pushed open the door and entered, Solanlian was about to speak when Ye Ziyan stopped her.

"There are enemies," she said succinctly.

The tremors gradually subsided, the portal opened again, and a strikingly handsome man walked in.

He shielded his eyes from the sunlight streaming in through the window, and after a short while, he looked at the people in front of him. His gaze swept across them, and he found Emma staring at him.

"Hey, Emma," he waved, "looks like you've found some help, haven't you?"

"Unfortunately, Azazel, you guessed right." Emma had barely finished speaking when she unleashed a divine, invisible strike. Azazel sidestepped, dodging most of the spell, but it still managed to slash his handsome face.

His wound wasn't red; instead, it glowed with a blue-white light, from which flowed a pale blue, luminous liquid.

"You're always so rude, Seris, little girl." Azazel snapped his fingers with a wicked grin, and a man and a woman with eerie auras walked in through the portal behind him.

"That's fair, the three of us are taking on several of you... Don't say I'm bullying you." Azazel laughed heartily.

Louis looked at the group of "people" in front of him, a question forming in his mind. He didn't know who they were, so he asked in a low voice, "Who are they?"

"Fallen Angels," Emma whispered. "This bloodline gate can only allow two people to pass through at most. With his expanded magic, it can only teleport four at most. Don't be afraid. Their strength will be greatly reduced in the main world if they are not in their true form. If you can't beat them, just leave first."

"Is that so?" Louis reached out and summoned the magic sword Remonia.

Remonia was extremely excited. Seeing these three fallen angels, she was not afraid at all, but rather extremely excited.

"Devour them! Devour them! Tear their guts out!" The seductive voice echoed throughout the room. If the building hadn't been well soundproofed, everyone in the camp would have looked over to see what was going on.

"Your sword is quite good," Azazel commented leisurely, "but it seems to have a bad temper. I think you need to teach it a lesson."

"Don't you think you're talking too much nonsense, Mr. Azazel?" Louis's eyes were unfriendly as he looked at the three fallen angels chasing after his mother.

"That's really rude of you, young sir." Azazel's blue-white eyes stared at Louis, making him a little uncomfortable. "To be honest, I should be able to guess who you are. You must be Emma's son. This kind of lame bloodline curse, she really isn't afraid of killing her only son. If I had a mother like you, I would definitely cut ties with her."

"To be honest, that's what I think too." Louis actually agreed with him.

Azazel laughed wildly, but he was soon hit by Louis's level 1 max-level +5 Chain Lightning, plus a straight Lightning Bolt.

As expected, it worked. Under the combined onslaught of chain lightning and direct lightning bolts, Louis had no doubt that he could see the skeletons of these three guys.

Azazel fared slightly better, but the two fallen angels beside him, both with long hair, were transformed by Louis's electric shocks. One had an afro that looked like a sea urchin, and the other had a ramen-noodle-like hairstyle.

"Not bad," Azazel commented succinctly, only to be hit by a combination of Chain Lightning and Lightning Bolt.

The people inside seized the opportunity and used their best magic to attack the three fallen angels, but the effect was minimal. Only Emma's spell could cause them a very slight injury.

"I suspect you haven't eaten enough, ladies and gentlemen." Azazel smiled slightly, but his smile quickly faded.

The door opened again, and a short girl with pigtails walked in.

"What happened?" Chromie asked with a cute expression.

Louis shouted immediately, "You've come at the right time, Chromie! Help me deal with these three fallen angels, damn it, they're not holding up..."

"I thought it was something serious." Chromie curled his lip, snapped his fingers, and trapped the three fallen angels in the Sands of Time.

Azazel still had that frozen smile he had when he saw Chromie, looking utterly ridiculous. His two henchmen also had dark, soothing faces, as if they had just stolen sweet potatoes from someone's field.

Louis was overjoyed and quickly asked, "Don't just freeze them, can you take care of all three of them?"

"No, I cannot directly take away any life in this world," Chromie said regretfully.

"So we're just going to keep those three frozen like this?" Louis asked, clicking his tongue. The biggest problem now was that their attacks were completely ineffective against the three fallen angels.

"Of course not," Chromie said casually. "You need to think of a solution quickly. They are too strong, and my freeze time is limited."

(End of this chapter)