I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 233 Great Western King Harry

The Dark Mark has a significant impact, but the mark is so conspicuous hanging in the sky that even the Ministry of Magic couldn't suppress it.

He can only control the British media, not those of other countries, especially France.

Don't think that only the Muggle world, England and France, are at odds; the magical world is the same.

The French have always viewed their neighbors across the sea with the utmost schadenfreude.

The Weasley twins walked into the room, each carrying a newspaper. It was clear they were holding the newspapers upside down; George's was in German, while Fred's was in French.

"What are you looking at?" Ron asked curiously.

"The newspaper." Fred waved the newspaper in his hand. "You don't know, just as we left, Fudge was having a huge fight with Dad and the others, denouncing the foreign reporters for their lack of sportsmanship and for trying to trick and ambush him."

"The problem is, this can't be contained either," Hermione said, frowning. "Isn't the most important thing right now to suppress this? Why is his first reaction to complain?"

Upon hearing this, Louis suddenly remembered that Hermione was supposed to be the Minister of Magic thirty years in the future.

He couldn't help but feel the urge to test this future Minister of Magic.

"So, Hermione, if you were the Minister for Magic of England," Lewis asked, crossing his legs, "how would you handle this situation?"

Hermione heard Lewis's words, lowered her head to think for a moment, and then looked up seriously to answer, "I will admit my mistake, apologize to the wizards of the magical world for this mistake, and arrange for people to capture the Death Eaters."

Louis chuckled.

"What are you laughing at? Am I wrong?" Hermione asked, somewhat annoyed.

"Oh no, dear Hermione, you're absolutely right," Louise said, unable to suppress a laugh. "But your option is arguably the worst one yet."

"Why? Is shifting the blame the wisest choice?" Hermione retorted loudly, unconvinced.

Louis shifted into a more comfortable position, reclining on the sofa, and said leisurely, "Passing the buck... not a bad idea, but only slightly better than your previous method, not by much..."

Hermione was taken aback for a moment, then lowered her head and thought about it carefully for a long time before asking incredulously, "Then what do you suggest we do?"

"What should I do? You're Professor Snape's handpicked know-it-all and Minister of Magic. Do you have to ask me what to do about such a small thing?" Louise retorted.

"I didn't mean..." Hermione instinctively retorted, but then remembered the context of her earlier assumption. She glanced back at Ron, then at Harry, before turning to Louise and asking, "Can I request backup?"

Louis made a "please" gesture.

Hermione looked at Ron for help, then at Harry.

Ron coughed twice to clear his throat and hesitated before saying, "How about... we bribe those newspapers, maybe give them some Galleons or something, or give them something they need?"

"Excuse me for interrupting, Ron, they're not exactly friendly these days," Louis said with a chuckle. "Newspapers, especially those in the news industry, are always hoping for a big story to boost their sales—sometimes they even deliberately misreport to create a sensational story for the sake of sales."

"In this situation, they can be considered to have gained both fame and fortune. They've made money and gained a reputation for not being afraid of powerful figures. Do you think they would pass up this opportunity to boost their reputation and make money at the same time?"

Ron scoffed, "Then why not just give them something even greater than fame and fortune?"

"Giving favors is a double-edged sword, Ron," Louis said, his arms crossed in his lap. "The problem is, after you've given him the favor, how can you guarantee he'll remain under your control? Or, what if he exposes it? How will you handle the situation then?"

Ron was stumped by the question and sat there speechless.

Hermione felt a pang of sympathy and reached out to stroke Ron's red fur, receiving a satisfied humming sound in return.

"In my opinion, instead of trying to please those newspapers, we should just take them all down!" Harry said viciously.

The room fell silent instantly at those words, even Snape stared at him in astonishment. Cedric looked at Harry like he was Superman, and couldn't help but think that this Gryffindor had a Slytherin vibe.

Good heavens, no wonder he was a ruthless person who could kill Voldemort when he was a baby, and he still doesn't hesitate to kill people now.

Are you the reincarnation of the Great Western King? Your surname in your previous life was Zhang, right?

Noticing the strange looks from everyone, Harry quickly chuckled awkwardly and explained, "I was just joking, how could I possibly think that way..."

"You'd better not think that way," Hermione warned Harry like a mane-haired lion, "or the Minister will have to send you to Azkaban..."

Goodness, you're really getting into character, aren't you?

"Ahem, I mean, instead of trying to please them, why not distract them, shall we?" Harry said cheerfully. "We could release a bigger, harmless news story to cover up the problem..."

"Oh?" Louis became interested. "That's a good idea, how about..."

"For example... uh, how about announcing to the wizarding world the enactment of Hermione's 'House-Elf Protection Act'?" Harry said, scratching his head. "I think that might work, after all, elves... well, that's big news that's closely related to wizards."

"The idea is good, and it can indeed cover up the news of the Death Eaters' return, but this news is a bit too big." Louis shrugged. "And you have to consider how many people's interests this will affect. Aren't you afraid Hermione might be happily riding in a convertible one day?"

"Huh?" Harry clearly didn't catch the joke.

"It's that JFK from the US..." Hermione, who clearly had studied history, said helplessly, "Louis means that I might be assassinated for offending certain people's interests."

"Yes, shot eight times in the back, committed suicide." Louis shrugged.

"Isn't there any other good way?" Harry asked, somewhat dejected, his head drooping like a wilted eggplant.

"Who said that?" Louis raised an eyebrow. "Why don't we expel all the American wizards from Britain?"

Harry's mouth dropped open; this was a path he had never imagined, and he didn't know what to say. Hermione also looked at Louis in surprise, wondering what he was up to.

"There is evidence that wizards from the United States are involved in the illegal poaching of magical creatures within the British magical community, and an unnamed woman witnessed several wizards dressed in American robes moving about in the forest marked with the Dark Mark..."

Louis picked up the coffee on the coffee table and took a small sip.

"Is this true?" Hermione asked instinctively, her tone changing.

"Look, even a smart little girl like you would subconsciously believe that Americans would do something like this, let alone others?" Louis shrugged. "I made this up, but it really works—you'll be on the front page. Under Minister Hermione's brilliant leadership, the Ministry of Magic has cracked a conspiracy by American wizards in the British wizarding world. How patriotic!"

As he spoke, Louis gave a thumbs-up.

Hermione couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. See? Experience really does pay off...

Louis added, "It has to be news that no one can deny, and even if it's denied, people will subconsciously believe it, for example, that the leading wizard is an official of the Magic Congress of the United States..."

"You're so mean, Louise," Hermione sighed, shaking her head. "Promise me you'll never go into politics. Oh God, you'll go to hell..."

"You're just like Catherine, with a theological inclination... Alright, let's move on to a more important topic." Louis shrugged and pulled a small Walkman from his pocket. It was a Sony Walkman, the one Diana had asked Emery to deliver to him last Christmas.

Hogwarts' electromagnetic field will certainly interfere with electronic devices—but it won't interfere with Lewis's electronic devices. What, you disagree with my Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Academy?

Speaking of Wind Spirit Moon Shadow, we have to mention the Relics of Hogwarts. Chromie said it was really fun; she went there thirty years in the future for a while, supposedly during the time when Phineas Black was the headmaster. Chromie said she killed six people on her way to Potions class.

Just as Chromie finished speaking, the system loaded a module for the Legacy of Hogwarts for him.

Goodness, Louis exclaimed.

The last time I heard a similar sentence structure was when I went out to buy a pack of cigarettes and encountered eight people...

Ahem, I've gone off on a tangent.

Following the typical pattern of games, he truly was the original Mysterio, someone even Voldemort wouldn't dare call the protagonist by his name.

Voldemort: (bowing and scraping) You can just call me Tommy...

Louis took out his Walkman, set the cassette tape, and handed the earphones to the Gemini.

"What is this?" the twins asked with great interest. These days, portable cassette players played cassette tapes. This one was about half the size of an iPad and quite thick, and it looked rather punk.

People like Geminis, who love new gadgets, simply can't resist a Walkman.

"The Walkman is related to my next big plan," Louis said with a smile. "As the name suggests, it allows you to listen to music anytime, anywhere."

Hearing Louis's introduction, Hermione forgot about the little incident just now. She also curiously came closer, looking at the big thing with great interest, and made a loud clicking of her tongue: "This thing is not cheap. The last time I saw it, there was a price tag on the counter that I wanted to refuse."

"How much?" Louis asked with interest.

Hermione rolled her eyes twice and said sourly, "You really are a rich young master, Louis, you don't even know how much things cost... This little thing costs 199 pounds, tsk tsk..."

"Oh, only 199?" Louis said with a sudden realization. He picked up the two earphones and handed them to the twins. He then gestured to his ears, saying, "Like this, put these things in your ears and then press the play button on top."

After the twins put on the headphones as instructed, Louis pressed play.

The twins listened to the music, sometimes frowning, sometimes laughing. After a while, they took off their headphones and asked curiously, "Why are you playing this weird tune for me? Good heavens, it's just a bunch of different instruments. I thought it was a song."

"This is the school song for the new school year," Louis said mysteriously in a low voice. "We have new guests this new school year, wouldn't you like to sing a few lines for them?"

"Hmm? What new guest?" Gemini became interested; a new guest meant a new target for pranks.

"They're girls, a group of extremely beautiful girls," Louis replied in a low voice.

The twins exchanged a glance, their faces serious, and asked, "Is the source of this information reliable?"

"When have I ever lied about this?" Louis asked seriously.

The twins nodded in agreement with Louis's statement, then asked hesitantly, "But... will they like this piece of music?"

"Of course they will! They definitely will!" Louis patted his chest and assured them confidently, "They'll absolutely love it; it's a tune etched into their DNA!"

"Really?" The twins were overjoyed. After exchanging a glance, they said, "Gryffindor is in our hands now. Don't worry, Louis."

Louise gave them an OK sign, then turned to Harry and said, "Harry, can I borrow your Hedwig for a bit?"

"No problem." Harry readily agreed to Louise's request.

After obtaining Harry's permission, Lewis wrote two invitations. The first invitation was to Cedric to visit the Wallys, and included the Wallys' Floo Network coordinates. The second invitation was given to Justin Finley, the Ravenclaw class monitor he had appointed.

After Louise tied up the letter, Hedwig flapped her wings and flew away.

A moment later, a green flame flickered in the fireplace, and the sunny, big boy Cedric emerged from it.

Look at this adjective, "冒" (mào), you'd think the handsome senior was some kind of filthy mess...

"Hi Louis." Cedric smiled brightly and greeted everyone in the room warmly. When he reached Snape, he hesitated for a moment, perhaps wondering why Professor Snape was there...

This was quite a pleasant surprise.

Louis said nothing, but had the twins put the earphones in Cedric's ears and played the song for him.

"This piece..." Cedric frowned, unsure how to describe it, and after a long pause said, "Okay, I don't quite understand why you played this piece for me."

"Hey, you don't understand, do you?" George immediately put his right arm around Cedric's shoulder, while Fred also put his arm around him on the other side, leaving Cedric somewhat caught in the middle.

(End of this chapter)