I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 226 Three Years Old

Mr. Bagman expressed his sincere regret that Dumbledore wasn't a Hornets fan, saying that he had just gotten excited for nothing.

Louis looked in the direction Mr. Weasley had come from and saw Percy chatting with a well-dressed man. He looked very excited, like a fangirl meeting her idol. Louis had a feeling that he was about to have sex.

It seems there's a trend towards that, to be honest... it's a bit hard to watch.

However, Louis could more or less understand why Percy admired Barty Crouch so much. The man seemed so meticulous, even when pretending to be a Muggle, he strived for perfection. Louis even thought that he could just pack his bags and become his butler's assistant.

Percy was a man who valued rules, so it wasn't too strange that he admired Barty Crouch.

Mr. Crouch left quickly, perhaps because he saw Dumbledore. For some reason, he seemed to be deliberately avoiding Dumbledore.

"That guy seems to be avoiding you, Professor Dumbledore." Louis tugged at Dumbledore's long beard and pointed in the direction Mr. Crouch had gone.

"Hmm? Hmm..." Dumbledore chuckled softly, following the direction Louise was pointing. "He might have done something wrong, so he's a little guilty. I think he's definitely avoiding me on purpose. What do you think, Louise?"

Lewis noticed that Dumbledore's sense of smell was unusually sharp. Did he know about Barty Crouch Jr.'s escape? So he asked curiously, "Do you know what he did?"

"I don't know, just guessing." Dumbledore shrugged, giving Louis a mysterious smile. "Some things don't need to be questioned, do they, Louis?"

"Yes...right?" Louis thought to himself, "Are you addicted to riddles?"

He decided to ignore Dumbledore's morbid humor for the time being. As soon as he turned around, he heard Fred and George burst into maniacal laughter. He turned to look and saw the twins clutching their stomachs and laughing so hard they were doubled over, while Percy's face was flushed red as he kept wiping his clothes, as if there was something dirty he couldn't clean.

"Wetherby, your robes aren't dirty, you don't need to clean them like this," George 'kindly' reminded him. As soon as he finished speaking, he and Fred exchanged a glance and laughed even harder.

Percy lowered his head and rubbed his robes vigorously, wishing he could disappear into a crack in the ground.

"What's wrong?" Louis walked over and asked curiously.

George and Fred chimed in, “You didn’t see it just now, I mean—” “I mean Percy, yes, Percy just met his idol—” “Yes, that Ministry of Magic official named Barty Crouch, you can’t imagine how Mr. Crouch addressed his devoted little fan.”

The two exchanged a glance and said in unison, "Oh, thank you, thank you, Weatherby..."

Now not only the twins, but Bill and Charlie also burst into laughter, filling the air with a joyful atmosphere.

Percy lowered his head even further, and Louis really suspected that this kid would either erupt in silence or perish in silence.

After laughing for a while, Fred tugged at Mr. Weasley and asked, "Is something wrong at Hogwarts, Dad? What were you talking about?"

"You'll find out soon enough," Mr. Weasley said with a smile.

"It's classified information. We won't know until the department decides to release it," Percy said quickly, seizing the opportunity to change the subject and trying to salvage his image. "Mr. Crouch cannot disclose secrets casually. What he did just now was correct."

"Oh, shut your mouth, Weatherby," Fred said.

……

At Lewis's sincere invitation, Dumbledore and his brother also moved in with everyone. Now they seemed more like good brothers than madmen.

Aunt Molly was very happy about this. Back in the Order of the Phoenix, she was basically in charge of cooking—even house-elves would give in to Aunt Molly's enthusiastic advances.

Emma is very childish; she really enjoys playing with young people now—that's high emotional intelligence, while low emotional intelligence is like being a three-year-old.

According to her, her actual surname on her ID card is "Yin," so... Louis gave her the nickname "Yin Three-Year-Old."

Then my mom hung me up and swung me around for more than ten minutes. It was a perfect example of motherly love and filial piety.

Ye Ziyan gloated for a long time, but when she went to bed that night, she regretted her words of gloating over Louis.

The next morning, Louis didn't get up, but stayed in bed until the afternoon. The match was in the evening, so the days were still tough.

Bored, everyone started playing Wizarding World in pairs inside the house. Emma, ​​seeing how cool the game was, clamored that she wanted to play too. Louis had no choice but to give up his spot so that she and Solarian could play against each other, while he pulled George and his friends to play cards.

The kind with stickers.

As the afternoon passed, a sense of excitement began to spread throughout the camp, even among those playing inside. Louis looked at his brothers, whose names were covered in notes, promising to fight again when they returned.

Judging from Charlie's eyes, he clearly hadn't had enough fun. Bill's gaze was aggressive, and he was obviously not happy about having notes stuck to his face.

He was determined to get his revenge next time! He thought fiercely, preparing to practice his card skills diligently.

As dusk fell, even the quiet summer air seemed to tremble with anticipation, for it was a quadrennial event. When night fell, the last trace of pretense vanished: the Ministry of Magic seemed to succumb to the inevitable trend, no longer opposing people, and allowing obvious signs of magical use to emerge everywhere.

Every few steps, a phantom vendor would descend from the sky, carrying a tray and pushing a cart filled with strange and wonderful trinkets. There were glowing rose-shaped badges—green for Ireland, red for Bulgaria—that could also shout out the team members' names in a shrill voice.

There are tall green hats adorned with clover dancing in the wind; Bulgarian sashes with lions that actually roar; national flags of both countries that play their respective national anthems when waved; miniature fire crossbows that actually fly; and collectible statues of famous team members that can walk around in your palm with a smug air.

"I've been saving up my allowance all summer for this moment," Ron said to Harry as they strolled leisurely through the vendors, buying souvenirs.

Ron bought a hat with a dancing shamrock and a large green rose-shaped badge, but he also bought a small figurine of Bulgarian Seeker Viktor Krum. The miniature Krum walked back and forth in Ron's hand, frowning and staring at the green badge above him.

Louis didn't buy anything, but his mother Emma bought a lot of things, followed by Christa – ever since Emma appeared, Christa had practically become her personal maid, carrying bags and packages behind her. Emma was like a little girl, finding everything new and interesting, and wanting to buy and play with everything.

She was whistling, wearing a dancing shamrock on her head, a green Irish badge on her chest, and a green sash representing Ireland. The badge was screaming the team members' names.

"Toot-toot-toot-" Emma happily blew her whistle, which rolled open and closed, looking extremely interesting. Sirius followed behind, looking at this terrifying senior who had suppressed the four of them like drinking water with a doting expression, like an old father.

But Emma clearly didn't appreciate him, and even disliked him a bit—probably because this guy always pretended to be profound and melancholic, intentionally or unintentionally.

To be honest, Sirius Black is now a truly melancholic man. His deep blue eyes are far more melancholic than Tony Leung and Tom Hiddleston combined—besides, Sirius Black is also more elegant than either of them.

"Mom, what did you buy?" Louis asked curiously, looking at his mother's overflowing purchases.

Emma didn't answer, but just whistled and shook the toy in her hand that Louis didn't know the name of, which looked like a spinning wooden frame, and looked at her good son with excitement.

Louis smeared it on his face. He's hopeless, hopeless...

How can you be even more childish than Aveiro?

He could only turn to Solanlian and plead, "Sister Lianlian, please, please keep a close eye on my mother... don't let her get kidnapped."

Solanlian rolled her eyes twice, snorted, and said, "Do you think she's a three-year-old? Someone who can't be kidnapped..."

Louis whispered furtively in Solanlian's ear, "Given her current mental state, I think she's like a three-year-old. I have no doubt that if someone were to kidnap her right now, she'd be helping them count the money..."

He dared not speak loudly, for if Emma heard him, she might just give him a handstand in front of all these people.

As she finished speaking, her gaze swept along Solarian's shoulder and landed on Dumbledore, who also looked childlike.

His attire was similar to Emma's, with Grindelwald beside him, wearing an expression that said, "I don't know him." Grindelwald walked quickly, taking three steps at a time, to Louis's side. He glanced at Emma whistling in front, then at Dumbledore whistling behind, and asked in a low voice, "Hey Louis, don't you think your mother and Dumbledore look a bit alike?"

Upon hearing this, Louis glanced at his own mother, then at Dumbledore, and asked, puzzled, "It does look alike, but why are you asking?"

Grindelwald shrugged. "You think, well, think about it, isn't it possible that your mother is actually Dumbledore's... cough, bastard daughter?"

"How could that be? Don't talk nonsense. My mother is a Seresian..." Louis said this, but after Grindelwald's interruption, he also began to have some doubts.

Could Grindelwald have guessed right? Otherwise, why do these two look so alike, both so childish?

Seeing that Grindelwald had slipped away, Dumbledore quickly walked over to Emma and started interacting with her with a smile. They looked very affectionate, and anyone who didn't know better would think that a mischievous grandfather was playing with his granddaughter.

The joy of family life has reached its peak.

After this shopping spree of toys, everyone's wallets are now quite empty. Bill, Charlie, and Ginny all bought green Irish sports badges, Mr. Weasley was holding up an Irish flag, and Fred and George did the same. They had plenty of money, so they bought lots and lots of things, making it seem like a great haul.

Just then, a deep, resonant gong sounded from somewhere in the distance of the woods. Immediately, thousands of red and green lanterns lit up the trees, illuminating the road leading to the stadium.

Louis stared at the kites. The red ones were alright; he'd seen red lanterns all his life. But what the hell were those green ones? The eerie green lanterns hung high in front of him, looking like lanterns from the underworld—utterly terrifying.

This is what Westerners are like. If the Seres saw this scene, they might think that this road leads to the underworld.

Ye Ziyan clearly thought so. She hesitated for a moment, then looked at the tall lantern in front of her and turned to Louis, saying, "Louis, don't you think this lantern... um, is a little bit eerie?"

"I don't recall any green lanterns in the Seres culture," Louis said through gritted teeth. "If I'm not mistaken, green lanterns generally represent bad luck; for example, green lanterns hang in the underworld..."

Ye Ziyan thought for a moment, then involuntarily shivered.

Louis wrapped his arms around her slender waist and whispered, "It's alright, don't be afraid. It's just a green lantern, not Avada Kedavra. What are you afraid of? Or, how about Little Moon gives you some Fiendfire to liven things up?"

As he spoke, he glanced at Catherine to the side, and with his other hand, he casually climbed onto Catherine's slender waist. With a forceful pull, he rested his head on the shoulders of both women, sniffing them left and right like a little hooligan.

"Idiot." Catherine rolled her eyes at Louis, but didn't reply—she pretended that Louis hadn't said anything about using fire to fuel the fun.

If she takes it seriously, she loses.

Louis tapped their shoulders with his chin, grinning as he continued to examine the green lanterns, a wave of unease washing over him once more.

I'm telling you Westerners, can't you guys at least learn a thing or two about Seres culture?!

What? I'm a Westerner too? Never mind then.

"It's time!" Mr. Weasley exclaimed excitedly, no longer appearing as stern as before, but just as excited as everyone else. "Let's go!"

(End of this chapter)