I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 221 The New Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor for Fourth Year Students (Part 2)

Chromie's tone didn't sound anxious at all; the little dwarf seemed to still have plenty of energy left.

The Bronze Dragons are like this; even in the most critical moments, they remain calm and composed, like Nozdormu at the end of time. He looks a bit nervous, but in reality, he's just playing along with the player character's performance.

Azazel quickly broke free from Chromie's restraints. He glanced at the people in front of him with a mocking look and began to stretch his wrists.

"Looks like you're like that donkey from some province in Seris, aren't you? You've lost your minds." Azazel revealed a bloodthirsty smile.

Louis was on high alert when Cromi suddenly grabbed his leg muscle.

"Louis, use Remonia..." she whispered a suggestion.

Louis then realized that he still had a magic sword. He drew out Remonia, causing Azazel's gaze to change from mockery to astonishment.

Remonia was indeed a peerless sword, cutting through the two fallen angels beside Azazel in half like a hot knife through butter, and sucking them clean without leaving a trace.

"What...what is that in your hand?" Azazel asked blankly.

"A sword." Louis shrugged and released Remonia.

"Wait!" Azazel shouted, stopping him. "You can't just send me back to hell like this. How about we make a deal?"

"Unfortunately, she might not send you to hell." Louis gave a helpless look. "See? She's starving right now. Your two... well, were they subordinates or colleagues? They've already become her nourishment."

"This is impossible!" Azazel was shocked. He never expected that the demonic sword in front of him would be so evil.

But Remonia didn't bother waiting for his nonsense. She drew a deep bloody line in the air, running all the way down from the top of Azazel's head.

At the same time, intense light burst forth from Azazel's eyes and mouth, as if spewing flames, burning away his two eyeballs and leaving only two charred, empty eye sockets.

He collapsed to the ground, leaving behind a pair of charred wing marks on the ground to his left and right.

It was then completely devoured by Remonia.

"Not quite enough, Master," Remonia yelled loudly, then let out a burp after she finished.

It's obvious they didn't look like they hadn't eaten enough; they were stuffed.

"Alright, Remonia." Louis patted her sword and put her back into his spatial storage.

We can't leave her outside; a crazy yandere is terrifying.

After instructing Christa to tidy up the house, Louis turned to Emma.

"Chromie, you're the professional, you judge whether this is really my mother or not." This is one of Louis's strengths; for professional questions, you must consult a professional, and in this situation, the bronze dragon who controls time is clearly the best person to ask.

Louis was quite reassured that consulting them was always a safe bet.

Chromie looked Emma up and down, frowning slightly, but still nodded to confirm, "She is indeed your mother, but something feels off..."

"What's wrong?" Louis was a very filial child, and after hearing this, he pulled Remonia out again.

This young man has a distinctly Alsace-like air about him.

"Put down that madman's sword." Chromie quickly stopped Louis's audacious idea. "She is indeed your mother, without a doubt... It's not that you're overthinking it, but that something is missing. It seems that your mother only has half a soul... However, I am not an expert on souls, and I cannot judge the true situation."

"Half a soul missing?" Louis looked at his mother, whose existence was now confirmed.

Emma tilted her head and looked back at Louis: "I feel pretty good, not like I'm missing a soul."

"Um..." Solanlian spoke up, "Logically speaking, Emma's ritual was only half completed, so the sealing progress is also only halfway done. Therefore... it's reasonable that she only sacrificed half of her soul, isn't it?"

"What you said makes a lot of sense, but the soul... the soul isn't jelly, how can it be split in half?" Louis was a little unsure how to describe it, it just felt strange.

"You can think of it as the three souls and seven spirits in the legend of Seris." Solanlian shrugged, looking at her former best friend with concern.

"Okay," Louis nodded, indicating that he understood.

But it was still too sudden. Louise had gotten used to life in the orphanage, and suddenly having a mother was a bit of a shock.

"It seems you're not very welcoming to me?" Emma's eyes narrowed, and Ye Ziyan and Solanlian, who knew her personality well, immediately knew that things were not going well.

The two women quickly tried to dissuade Emma and led her to Solanlian's room, intending to catch up.

Louis didn't know what to do either. He glanced at Catherine, only to find that she had already followed the three sisters in that direction, seemingly trying to build a good relationship with her mother-in-law.

He glanced at Chromie and Christa again, only to see them both shrug at him.

"Don't look at us like that, this is the first time we've encountered this situation either," the two said in unison.

Christa then added, "I suggest you go for a walk, Master. The book says that going for a walk is good for your physical and mental health."

Louis nodded; he really didn't know what to do.

He went downstairs, intending to visit the Weasleys and chat with his friends.

Besides, he should let Aunt Molly and the others know about his mother's sudden resurrection.

As Louis walked along the road, he would occasionally see adult wizards emerging from their tents to begin preparing dinner. Some would peek furtively out and light a fire with their wands; others would strike matches with skeptical expressions, as if they thought it would certainly not work.

Three dark-skinned African wizards sat there, talking seriously, all dressed in long white robes, roasting something that looked like a rabbit over a blazing purple fire. Meanwhile, a group of middle-aged American wizards sat chatting and laughing, a gleaming banner hanging high between their tents: Salem Wizarding Academy.

Louis overheard snippets of conversation coming from the tents they passed. They were speaking in a strange language that he couldn't understand a word of, but everyone's voices and tones were excited. This wasn't surprising, though, since the Wizarding Quidditch World Cup was a major event held every four years, and being able to watch the game live was indeed something to be excited about.

He hadn't walked far when he heard Harry calling him.

"Louis, Louis!"

He turned around and saw Harry's silly grinning face, grinning at him, along with Ron and Hermione. Harry was holding a large water jug, while Hermione and Ron were each holding a stew pot. "What have you been doing? It looks like you've been stealing landmines?" he asked curiously.

"Mr. Weasley told us to fetch some water," Harry said with a grin. "We were just about to head back. Have you finished your work?"

"Well, something's come up, I'm a bit confused right now." Louis rubbed his temples. "I need to go to your tents and talk to everyone about the strange thing that happened earlier."

"What's going on?" The three little ones were immediately intrigued by Louis—just kidding, anything that could bother Louis must be incredibly interesting, and the three little ones definitely didn't want to miss out on such news.

"We'll talk about it when we get back." Louis remained silent, clearly not intending to spoil the plot for the three kids. "What are Mr. Weasley and the others doing?"

"Oh, you mean Dad?" Ron replied. "Dad is with Bill and the others gathering firewood to start a fire and cook."

Louis asked in surprise, "Why do you still need to gather firewood? Isn't there magic?"

"Uh..." Ron said awkwardly, "Dad said we have to be careful about Muggle safety regulations and we're not allowed to use any magic... Actually, I think he just wants to experience being a Muggle for a while. I've seen through him."

"You're not wrong. Given Uncle Arthur's personality, it's certainly possible." Louis shrugged, indicating his agreement with Ron's statement.

"Yeah, we just saw Seamus Finigan, they're over there," Ron said, pointing behind him.

As they spoke, the four of them returned to the Weasley family's tent. Louis ducked inside and saw Mr. Weasley clumsily but excitedly trying to start a fire.

"Uncle Arthur," Louis greeted.

"Oh, it's Louis." Mr. Weasley nodded and began discussing with Sirius again how to start a fire.

"I have something to tell you..." Louis coughed.

"Just say it." Neither of them looked up. Mr. Weasley was a wizard who was extremely curious about Muggles, while Sirius was simply more playful.

Louis glanced at Aunt Molly, who was still clearing away the dishes, then at the group of people in front of him, and the three expectant little ones, and took a deep breath: "My mom is back."

"Oh, I thought something was wrong, it's just your mom coming back..." Sirius repeated, then immediately looked up: "What? What did you say? Your mom's back?"

Sirius Black spoke in a very high pitch in the last sentence, and his voice cracked.

"Yes, just now, I heard her say that she seemed to have used a Nicolas Flamel spell to find me through my bloodline more than ten years ago..." Louis said truthfully.

Sirius nodded and ran off first, followed by Mr. Weasley and Aunt Molly with a spatula.

"Hey, wait for us..." Louis hurriedly followed, then turned back to the others halfway and said, "You guys pack your things and come stay at my place... My house is quite big, it's more than enough for all of us..."

"Yay!" The twins clapped their hands. "Finally, we don't have to live in this shabby tent anymore..."

"You guys pack up first, then go downstairs to find Christa and have her help you choose rooms," Louis said, turning and running out without offering to help them pack their tents.

Harry and Ron exchanged a glance and were about to slip away when Bill grabbed one of them with each hand.

"You two think you can run away? Not so easy!"

"Why...look, Louis ran away, why didn't you catch him?" Ron asked dejectedly.

"I only have two hands," Bill chuckled coldly.

The two boys exchanged a glance, shrugged helplessly, and joined in packing up.

As Louis approached the door of Solanlian's house, he peeked inside and bumped into Catherine's arms.

"What's going on?" Louis asked, pointing into the room. The atmosphere inside was a bit awkward, and Ye Ziyan's expression clearly showed a hint of exasperation and even a hint of wanting to cry.

"Old friends reunited," Catherine said succinctly, with a hint of schadenfreude in her tone. She glanced back at the room, then looked at Louis with a smile.

Louis glanced around the room, then at Catherine: "My mother didn't make things difficult for you, did she?"

"Why are you making things difficult for me?" Catherine covered her mouth and chuckled. "I'm not some bad girl. Aunt Emma is very happy with me, but Aunt Liv made fun of me for a long time."

"What are you making fun of?" Louis asked curiously.

Catherine whispered in his ear, "She wanted Aunt Liv to call her Aunt Emma, ​​saying that since she and her son... well, you know, are already together, they're no longer sisters, but rather a senior and junior relationship..."

Louis almost burst out laughing, but managed to hold it in.

He put his arm around Catherine's waist and led her back to Sollian's room.

Emma noticed Louis, stopped chatting, and turned to stare at him meaningfully.

"Mom..." Louis couldn't hold back any longer and called out "Mom" somewhat awkwardly.

He hadn't used that title for many years, and it felt a little awkward to use it occasionally.

"Good boy." Emma nodded with a smile. Louis couldn't help but suspect that she had done it on purpose, just wanting to hear him call her "Mom."

"So..." Sirius hesitated for a moment, "Uh, Emma, ​​have you thought about what you'll do in the future? I mean, well, you just came here more than ten years ago, so you might be a little out of place..."

Emma shook her head indifferently: "I'll write to Dumbledore later and ask if he knows of any suitable candidates for Defense Against the Dark Arts. After all, we can't let Bart..."

At this point, she realized something was amiss and immediately changed the subject.

In English, Bartemius Crouch Junior should be spelled as such, with the "junior" meaning "small" coming later.

"What I mean is, we can't just let Dumbledore pick another one randomly, and look at what this school's Defense Against the Dark Arts class has become..." Emma said with a look of disgust.

No one noticed the flaw in her words except Louis.

He knew his mother was a time traveler, but he didn't intend to reveal it, after all, silence is golden.

(End of this chapter)