I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 227 Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Academy

Throughout the journey, the Weasley twins teased "Wetherby" quite a bit. Percy's face turned as red as a toad, his cheeks puffed out as he glared at his two good brothers with a look of gritted teeth.

"I want to punch you," he said to George, only to be met with a grimace from both of them.

It wasn't just the twins who mocked Percy; even Ron and Ginny joined in—Percy's role at home wasn't exactly likable. He always imposed all sorts of strange rules on his younger siblings and was quite fussy, so it would be strange if the twins Ron and Ginny liked him.

If it weren't for the fact that he's the older brother, I would have kicked him out long ago.

Louis had his share of amusement along the way, while Hermione watched Ron with concern, worried that Percy might take his anger out on him.

But what she didn't know was that Ron was now completely dominating Percy, at least in terms of dueling. Having returned from his training in the Soul World, Ron was practically a crooked-mouthed dragon king, and now, ordinary Death Eaters couldn't even get close to him.

Mr. Weasley led the way, and everyone, clutching or carrying their purchases, hurried into the woods along the path illuminated by red or green lanterns. The further Louis walked, the more it felt like he was heading towards the River Sanzu. He could hear hundreds of people moving around him, shouts, laughter, and intermittent singing.

"Thank goodness it wasn't crying," he said to Ye Ziyan, only to be pinched by her.

"You're just trying to scare me, you stinky Louis." Ye Ziyan rolled her eyes at him angrily.

Unfortunately, only Ye Ziyan among this group understands this joke. Of course, he knows that his mother, Emma, ​​also understands it. The problem is, it would be strange if someone who acts like a three-year-old felt scared when you tell her this joke.

Besides, his mother wasn't someone to be trifled with; he didn't want to be hung upside down in public. She was his own mother; he definitely couldn't fight back, or he'd become Arthas.

However, this kind of fervent excitement is very contagious. Under the influence of this atmosphere, Louis couldn't help but start smiling. He held his girlfriends' hands with both hands and occasionally even happily shouted "Oh oh".

They walked through the woods for twenty minutes, chatting and joking with each other in high spirits—of course, the one who was hurt the most was Percy Weatherby, and it seems this joke is going to continue this year. The twins were throwing and pulling out fireworks with great effort, and even used the fireworks to spell out "Percy Weatherby" in the sky, until Percy couldn't take it anymore, pulled out his wand, and knocked them both out.

Fortunately, he didn't cast the Heart-Rending Curse, and the twins' agile movements allowed them to dodge the incoming spell. Even better, the spell didn't hit anyone, but instead struck a nearby tree, creating a rustling sound.

Finally, they emerged from the other side of the woods and found themselves in the shadow of a huge stadium.

Louis could only see part of the magnificent golden walls surrounding the stadium, but he could tell that the stadium was much larger than the Camp Nou stadium of later generations.

"It can hold 100,000 spectators," Mr. Weasley said with considerable interest, noticing the astonished expressions on everyone's faces.

"Five hundred staff members of the Ministry of Magic have been busy with this for a whole year. Every inch of this place has been enchanted with a Muggle-repelling charm. Throughout the year, whenever a Muggle approaches this place, they suddenly remember something extremely urgent and hurriedly leave... May God bless them." A compassionate expression appeared on his face as he symbolically made the sign of the cross on his chest.

This is the confidence that the Muggle Exorcism Charm gives me!

Mr. Weasley led everyone to the nearest entrance, where a large group of shouting wizards had already gathered.

"First class tickets," the Ministry of Magic witch at the entrance said, glancing at their tickets. "The penthouse! Keep going upstairs, Arthur, to the very top."

The stairs leading to the stadium were carpeted in crimson. They climbed the stairs with the crowd, who slowly dispersed into the stands on either side. Mr. Weasley's group continued upwards until they reached the top of the stairs. They found themselves in a spacious box, situated at the very top of the stadium, directly opposite the golden goalposts.

There are about twenty purple, gold-plated chairs in two rows, enough for everyone to sit down.

The private box offered a wide view, with one-way transparent walls that allowed for a clear view of the surrounding scene. Looking down, one could see 100,000 wizards taking their seats one after another, arranged in a tiered pattern around the oval-shaped stadium.

Everything here is shrouded in a kind of light, very mysterious, and it looks like it has a chemical component, incredibly strong.

Looking down from his vantage point, Louis saw the arena as smooth and flat as a velvet plate. On either side of the arena stood the three Quidditch goal rings, each fifty feet high. To their right, almost parallel to Louis, was a huge blackboard with flashing golden letters, as if an unseen giant hand were writing and erasing them with flamboyant strokes.

Louis looked closely and realized that the flashing text was actually GG, meant for the audience at the stadium.

Just like the "I'm not worried at all tonight" GG in the Qatar World Cup in later years, all kinds of wizard-style GGs have emerged one after another.

Cornflower: A flying broom suitable for the whole family—safe, reliable, and with a built-in anti-theft buzzer, it's the perfect choice for your home and travels!

Mrs. Skoll's All-Purpose Stain Remover: Easy peasy, lemon squeezy, removes stains with ease!

Elegant Wizard Robes: For men's wardrobes, choose Elegant Wizard Robes!

Louis turned his gaze away from the field and instead looked at his girlfriends on either side of him.

Ye Ziyan was dressed like a wealthy warlord's wife today, wearing a dark green cheongsam, an expensive fur coat, a small hat, and a black veil, exuding femininity; Catherine, on the other hand, was dressed in a classic 1990s style, wearing a black and red satin suit jacket, with a pure white shirt underneath, a vest and short skirt of the same color as the jacket revealing a section of her fair and slender legs, and a pair of over-the-knee black boots, looking both cool and aloof.

Kristasa expertly set up small tables around the three of them, began brewing tea, and laid out dried fruits and nuts from Azeroth. She also made sure to serve tea and dried fruit to everyone in the private room.

When watching a game, you need to have all the equipment. Although it's not convenient to touch things around with a group of people, Louis isn't too concerned about that hobby right now. He can touch things whenever he wants at home anyway, so he just needs to focus on watching the game.

His mother, Emma, ​​didn't seem to have much interest in watching the game; instead, she was happily playing cat's cradle with Hermione and Ginny. Sirius sat to the side, his gaze fixed longingly on the other side, while Solarian looked at Emma with doting eyes, as if she were looking at her own daughter.

So, there was a reason she fought with Catherine... After all that, Emma is actually her biological daughter? (Just kidding)

It seems Hermione and Ginny have completely forgotten about their boyfriends and are engrossed in their game with Emma. It's unclear whether Emma secretly used some Eastern magic or if the two of them simply like her.

Percy was still being tormented by his brothers. He sat to the side, a long face on his lips, refusing to look at George and Fred. The twins planned to mock him properly after the game; they'd let him off the hook for now.

So the two of them sat down and whispered to each other. Ron and Harry tried to join in, but it took them a lot of coaxing and pleading before they were finally able to fit into their little circle.

Bill and Charlie, the two adults, sat with Arthur, seemingly intending to enjoy some family time.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald, the two older folks, sat at the very back. They examined the things Christa had taken out for a long time, then finally looked at each other, shrugged, and chose not to think about them anymore, just tossed them into their mouths and that was it.

After chatting for a while, the door to the private room was opened. There were still three seats left unoccupied. Everyone looked at the newcomer, and to their surprise, it was Professor Snape.

"Hey, Severus." Dumbledore waved to Snape.

Snape floated over like a ghost, gently beckoned to Louis, then slowly turned his head like an owl to look at Louis, and asked in a leisurely manner, "So... calling me over by owl in the middle of the night, I suppose you clever little devil didn't just want your busy professor to watch the game, did you?"

"Of course not, Professor. I just wanted to introduce you to an old friend." Louis crossed his legs, enjoying Christa's leg massage while eating the dried fruit Ye Ziyan had given him, looking every bit the big shot.

They're living a pretty good life, huh?

"An old friend?" Snape smirked. "The last old friend you introduced me to was that annoying Black. This time, you didn't bring out that stinking pile of shit, Potter, did you?"

"More frightening than Potter to you, Professor," Louis said with a mysterious smile.

"I don't believe anyone is more detestable to me than Potter, Lewis." Snape forced a smile, following the direction Lewis was pointing. He first showed a very disdainful smile—the first thing he saw was Sirius Black's affectionate expression, which was so disgusting that it made him want to vomit. Then his heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly followed Sirius Black's gaze, only to be stunned.

The woman playing a childish game in his eyes was none other than his most respected senior.

He flicked his cloak and immediately walked up. Ginny and Hermione were startled when they saw Snape and quickly sat up straight, afraid of being penalized by him.

Emma noticed that her two new playmates seemed off, and following their terrified gazes, she saw Snape's hesitant, tearful expression, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

"Oh, it's Severus." Emma glanced at him, then at Ginny and Hermione. "You must have given them a lot of points back in school, Severus?"

"I, uh..." Snape didn't know how to answer and stood there stunned for a moment.

Sirius Black wasn't about to let such a good opportunity slip by. He immediately began to embellish the story he'd heard from his Gryffindor classmates about Snape's atrocities—it wasn't exactly embellishment, but rather a complete retelling—or perhaps only a half-retelling.

"You really are something, Severus." Emma shook her head with a chuckle, stopping Snape from trying to explain, and then rummaged through the ropes before placing them in front of him.

"Since you scared them both away, you're in charge of playing cat's cradle with me." She smiled incredibly sweetly, then quickly changed her expression and looked at Sirius: "And you, you too!"

"Hey, you're here!" Sirius excitedly carried over a stool and plopped down. Snape gave him a disgusted look, but because of what Emma had just said, he didn't refute her.

Louis ignored the grudges and feuds among the middle-aged group and instead focused his attention on the door that had just been opened again.

Ah, it's his cousin Elizabeth, and Mr. Napoleon, the French Emperor.

"Liz, over here." Louis beckoned, gesturing for the Gloucester girl to come over.

She walked over and gave Louis a disdainful look, seemingly dissatisfied with this pampered lifestyle. "This is too corrupt!" she thought.

Napoleon, however, subtly gave Louis a thumbs-up; as a sycophant, he also envied Louis's life.

Don't assume that being the French emperor meant he was surrounded by beautiful women. In reality, he also had women he couldn't quite have, such as Josephine... Although they were married, he was practically head over heels for her.

"The Quidditch World Cup, sounds exciting." Elizabeth plopped down not far from Louis. "I want to see if that Bulgarian star Seeker, Viktor Krum, is any better than me..."

"Believe me, Liz, he's definitely not as good as you." Louis shrugged. He wasn't trying to comfort his little sister; he was telling the truth.

Do you think it's common for someone like Elizabeth, who was born to be a pilot? You might not see a genius like her even once in eight hundred years.

Just like Louis's talent for dark magic and Catherine's talent for Defense Against the Dark Arts, these are talents that appear only once in a millennium.

It took Louis about six months to go from being completely outmatched by Catherine to easily bullying her, so the title of "freak" is definitely fitting for Louis.

Actually, the Sorting Hat got it wrong from the start. What the hell is Nurmengard? Louis is clearly the Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Academy, okay?

Elizabeth pouted haughtily, but her happy expression betrayed her true feelings.

What girl her age wouldn't want to be praised, especially to be praised as "better than world stars," especially when those words came from Louis, this "authority"? Elizabeth couldn't have been happier.

(End of this chapter)