I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Was Chapter 225 intentional or accidental?

The Weasley twins were delighted. After all, Ludo Bagman was a prominent figure, and they were genuinely happy to receive his approval.

But the great educator Xiao Qiang once said that a head without a face is like a sea cucumber.

Percy watched with his mouth agape, seemingly unable to comprehend why someone as prominent as Mr. Bagman would like such a trinket.

Mr. Weasley lowered his voice and warned George and Fred, "Children, I don't want you to gamble. This is all your savings, your mother—"

"Oh, don't be a spoilsport, Arthur," Mr. Bagman said gruffly, shaking his pocket and making it jingle. "They're all grown up now, they know what they want, and parents shouldn't interfere too much with the actions of grown children... You think Ireland will win, don't you?" He looked at Fred and George. "But Viktor Krum will catch the Golden Snitch? A bold idea, but I say it's impossible, boys, absolutely impossible... I'll give you very high odds... Um, wait a minute, let me do the math. Sorry, I'm getting old and my brain isn't working so well."

As Mr. Bagman finished speaking, he quickly pulled out a notebook and quill pen and scribbled the twins' names in hasty handwriting. Mr. Weasley watched helplessly from the side, muttering, "To gamble away all their savings, sigh..."

"This isn't all our savings, my dear old man." Fred put his arm around his father's shoulder. "It's less than a tenth of our savings, so don't worry. As for Mom... she won't know unless you tell her."

As soon as he finished speaking, Aunt Molly tapped him on the head.

"You think I have dementia?" Aunt Molly asked, hands on her hips.

Fred quickly begged for mercy, and Mr. Bagman handed him a piece of parchment, which George swiftly took and carefully tucked into the front of his robe.

"Alright, um, Arthur, could you do me a favor?" Mr. Bagman turned to Mr. Weasley with a beaming smile. "I've been looking for Barty Crouch. That Bulgarian official of my rank is giving us the runaround, but I can't understand a word he's saying. Barty will solve this, won't he? If I remember correctly, he speaks about 150 languages."

"Mr. Crouch?" Percy perked up instantly. The childish behavior of Mr. Bagman had been instantly dispelled by the fact that Barty Crouch speaks over 150 languages. He wriggled like a maggot. "He speaks over 200 languages! Mermaid, Turkey, and Troll..."

Fred gave a disdainful look and whispered to Louis beside him, "See? This is Mr. Barty Crouch's loyal fan."

"Anyone can speak the language of trolls," George said dismissively. "You just need to point at the troll and make a purring sound."

Percy glared at them both fiercely, his expression twisted to the extreme.

Louis interjected, "Then do you know how to say 'fool' in troll language?"

Fred and George became interested. They exchanged a glance and asked in unison, "My God, Louis, you speak trolls too? I bet Percy would idolize you as much as he idolizes Mr. Crouch... So, what's the 'fool' in trolls?"

Louis swallowed hard, then croaked through a hiccup, "Percy..."

Not only the twins, but even Bill and Charlie next to them laughed, and for a moment, the atmosphere among them was filled with joy.

"Hey, you guys are here, hey Louis." Cedric's voice came from behind them. Louis turned around and saw not only Cedric, but also his father, Amos Diggory.

Mr. Weasley immediately stopped talking to Mr. Bagman and reached out to shake Mr. Diggory's hand: "Hi, Amos, it's a pleasure to meet you... Ladies, this is my colleague at the Ministry of Magic, Amos Diggory... And this handsome young man next to you must be Cedric?"

"Hello, Uncle Arthur." Cedric extended his hand and shook hands with Arthur.

The twins pursed their lips from an angle where no one was looking, somewhat envious of Cedric's good looks.

Mr. Diggory looked left and right, and finally found the person he wanted to see. He parted the crowd and walked up to Harry: "Merlin's Beard, you must be Harry Potter!"

"Yes, sir," Harry replied somewhat nervously.

Mr. Diggory reached out, grasped Harry's hand, and shook it vigorously twice: "It's an honor, an honor..."

"I am honored as well, sir," Harry replied somewhat awkwardly, clearly not quite used to Mr. Diggory's enthusiasm.

Mr. Diggory patted Harry on the shoulder, exchanged a few pleasantries with everyone, and then turned and left with Cedric.

No sooner had the two left than a familiar voice rang out: "What a coincidence, you two are here."

Everyone turned to look, and there stood Dumbledore, dressed in an old-fashioned robe—the same one Jude Law wore in *Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald*—with large gloves, looking quite retro. Beside him was Grindelwald… Grindelwald's attire was much more abstract; he wore a leather robe with a high collar, his hair standing on end, seemingly defying gravity. His mustache was clearly meticulously trimmed, with two unruly mustaches curling above his upper lip, reminiscent of Kogoro Mouri from *Death Note*.

The two of them were each holding a cone-shaped ice cream cone and enjoying it happily.

"What are you two doing here?" Louis asked in surprise. Logically speaking, Dumbledore shouldn't be here at this time, right? Otherwise, how could the Death Eaters cause trouble?

"Gellert said he wanted to see the Quidditch World Cup, so I came." Dumbledore shrugged, then Emma grabbed his beard.

The familiar, devilish voice rang in Dumbledore's ears: "Headmaster Dumbledore!"

Dumbledore turned his head and saw this familiar face. Surprised, he dropped the ice cream he was holding with a thud.

"Emma?" he asked in a trembling voice, his tone filled with disbelief.

It was indeed unbelievable; after all, anyone would be surprised if someone they had already confirmed they were bringing suddenly appeared before them. Then, he immediately turned to Louis: "Louis, you...you will recover..."

Grindelwald's gaze sharpened, sweeping over Louis before finally settling on Emma.

"She came here on her own, it has nothing to do with me..." Louis quickly waved his hand in denial. He was joking, what if Dumbledore thought he had the ability to resurrect people? What if he resurrected Ariana?

He can't do that right now...

The two old men's eyes flickered visibly. Grindelwald took two steps forward and said with a smile, "We meet again, Emma."

"Who are you?" Emma looked Grindelwald up and down, clearly not recognizing this disguised Grindelwald.

The last time I saw him in Nurmengard, he was a lifeless, hunched old man. Now he's back to his former spirited self, and he's even changed his appearance. It would be strange if Emma could recognize him.

"You didn't ask me that when you were making fun of me and Dumbledore back in school," Grindelwald said with a chuckle.

"Ah!" Emma exclaimed in realization, "You're Grindelwald, the one who got a beating from Headmaster Dumbledore and then thrown into jail..."

Grindelwald's face darkened. What? He was beaten up by Dumbledore? No way, that's impossible...

However, he clearly wouldn't hold a grudge against Emma for this. Instead, he lightly patted his robes and asked curiously, "I'm actually more curious about what your thought process was when you were creating fanfiction about me and Headmaster Dumbledore, and you added those kinds of inappropriate scenes for children?"

"Ah, I just removed most of the scenes that are not suitable for minors, and only kept a small portion," Emma answered truthfully.

Grindelwald frowned and asked, "Was it intentional or accidental?"

"It was intentional," Emma replied proudly, puffing out her chest and raising her head.

Grindelwald frowned and began to grit his teeth as he looked at Emma.

Emma saw Grindelwald staring at her with an unfriendly expression, stuck out her tongue, and turned to leave.

"Actually, I also have a treasured original 'Hogwarts' record here. Would you like a copy for your collection?" Louis took out a replica record from his personal space and handed it to Grindelwald. Grindelwald took it with both hands and stared at the record in a daze.

This kind of artistic behavior is really a bit too early for him.

However, he still accepted this special gift, carefully turning it into a button and putting it in the breast pocket of his leather jacket.

"I'm curious, Louis, how... well, how did your mother suddenly appear?" Dumbledore asked curiously, looking at Emma, ​​who was seriously teaching Hermione how to play cat's cradle.

"I don't know either." Louis shrugged. "When we were camping here, a portal of light suddenly appeared in the wall, and when we opened it, my mom walked out..."

"I heard it was given by some kind of magic spell, by that guy... oh, Nicolas Flamel, your good friend. It's said to be able to trace one's bloodline and be guided to one's descendants. It sounds like a time magic spell, and my mother came from more than ten years ago."

"Ah...ha..." Dumbledore nodded, agreeing with Louis's statement. Nicolas Flamel had plenty of minor spells, so it wasn't surprising that he could give people a few to save their lives in critical moments.

He continued staring blankly at Emma, ​​and after a long while, suddenly said to Louis, "Don't you feel awkward?"

"Awkward?" Louis scratched the back of his head, puzzled. "What's awkward? Principal, can you stop playing riddles?"

I hate riddle tellers!

"I mean, don't you think your mother's behavior is very unusual right now?" Dumbledore stroked his long beard, clicked his tongue, and continued, "Think about it, think it over carefully."

Louis turned to look at his playful mother, but still couldn't find anything wrong—no, there was definitely something wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Something seems off." Louis looked away and nodded. "But I can't quite put my finger on it... Principal, your eyesight is failing... but old age is a virtue, can you tell?"

Dumbledore glanced at him, his eyes behind his half-moon spectacles flashing, as if he saw through Louis's intention to insult him by calling him old and blind. However, he didn't seem to care, and instead said slowly, "Logically speaking, a man in his twenties shouldn't be behaving so intimately with a young girl, and... look how childlike they are! If I remember correctly, this is a game that the children of Seris like to play..."

"You mean my mom is childish? But didn't you say she was quirky and clever when she was in school?" Louis raised an eyebrow, realizing that something was amiss.

"It's not childishness, it's strangely childish... You have to understand, being quirky and being childish are two different things." Dumbledore sighed. "I think she must have been influenced by some kind of magic."

"Principal, you have sharp eyes! You're amazing!" Louis gave a thumbs up. "She herself said before that the incantation was incomplete during the ritual, so it was only half completed. According to my friend's unreliable estimate, she probably lost half of her soul. Principal, do you think that could be the reason..."

"Very likely," Grindelwald said from the side, adding, "Not just likely, but definitely. Don't look at me like that; I study dark magic, so I should have some understanding of the soul."

Well, he couldn't say he was completely clear, but among all the human wizards in the world, no one understood the soul more thoroughly than him.

Louis was about to say something more when Mr. Weasley's voice called out from the side, "Oh, it's a pleasure to meet you, Headmaster Dumbledore."

Mr. Weasley walked over, accompanied by Ludo Bagman. They were both delighted to see Dumbledore, as was Dumbledore, who waved to them, saying, "Hello, Arthur, Ludo, it's a pleasure to meet you."

As he spoke, he pointed to the wasp on Bagman's chest and said, "This wasp on your chest is very nice, I like it very much."

"You like the Hornets too?" Ludo Bagman asked with interest.

But Dumbledore shook his head and denied it, saying, "No, it's not that I like the Hornets, but I do like the Hornets... You know, I have a sweet tooth."

(End of this chapter)