I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 235 Strange Case

Kristassa is a silly dragon, that's an indisputable fact, and everyone knows it.

But then again, although this silly dragon is a bit slow-witted, its looks are still top-notch; it would be no problem for it to be chosen as the national flower in the UK.

Honestly, a woman like Hermione, who is controlling and has a lot of demands, is not a good girlfriend choice.

But to be honest, Ron wasn't even tempted.

"No need, Louis," Ron said with a smile. "Actually, Hermione's pretty good too, she's been quite nice to me..."

"You are Boiling Sheep." Louis gave a thumbs up. "You're more than just Boiling Sheep, you're even more two-faced and cunning than Boiling Sheep, too much of a cunning one."

Hermione did waver for a fleeting moment, but quickly suppressed it. It would be strange for her to have any intention of repenting.

Louis wasn't just targeting Hermione; it was mainly because she looked so much like the actress who played her in the movie, Miss Watson. And Miss Watson... well, Miss Watson really wasn't a good person, and sometimes he didn't understand why some so-called Harry Potter fans liked her so much.

Is it really true that as long as the older sister is good-looking, one's values ​​will follow her looks?

They've even expelled poor Aunt Rowling from Harry Potter... Well, although the actor who played Potter is also a heavyweight, Harry and that Daniel Radcliffe just don't look alike.

This version of Harry is actually quite handsome, but he was a bit skinny in his first year, like the scrawny character described by Xia Yan.

His image only improved after he had studied at Hogwarts for two years.

"That's too much, Little Deer." Catherine gently punched her. "We should advise reconciliation, not separation. Besides, this is Ron's own choice. It's better if we respect and wish him well."

The translation is: abandon the desire to help others and respect the fate of others.

"Alright, alright, it's my fault." Louis chuckled, then turned to Ron and said, "Don't worry, Ron, my promise still stands. If you ever change your mind, remember to come find me."

Ron looked at Louise, then at Hermione, but ultimately didn't dare to nod.

Louise didn't really have to persuade Ron to break up with her; the purpose of adding that sentence was to give Hermione a heads-up, to hang a Damocles' sword over her head, so that she wouldn't be too arrogant towards Ron.

"Um, Louis," Justin stammered.

"What's wrong?" Louis turned to look.

"I also want to find a girlfriend..." he said with a lewd grin.

Louis glanced at him, then at the twins, and said with a smile, "As long as you master this piece, don't worry, there will be bread, there will be milk, there will be everything."

"Really?" Justin asked, his eyes shining.

"Do I look like I'm lying to you?" Louis retorted.

Justin chuckled, picked up the headphones, rewound the cassette tape, and continued playing that strange tune.

That evening, Solanlian returned home. She quickly greeted everyone and went back to her room, her serious expression catching Louis's attention.

He glanced around and saw that everyone was busy with their own things, so he went upstairs and followed Solanlian into her room.

"What's wrong, Sister Lian?" Louis asked with concern. "You look a little off."

"Something's come up, Louis." Solarian pressed her index finger and thumb between her eyes, trying to relieve some of the pressure. "There was an assault reported in Hippogryph yesterday. It's rather strange, and the department is having a lot of trouble with it..."

"What's wrong? Tell me in detail." Louis stepped forward and began to massage Solanlian's shoulders.

Solarian sighed, "The Ministry of Magic was already overwhelmed with the Dark Mark incident involving the Death Eaters, and now this vicious attack... Sigh... we're really running out of things to do..."

"Why do you care about this? Are you afraid of being questioned by officials from the Ministry of Magic?" Louis asked with a smile. Who would dare to put pressure on a queen like Solarian who fears nothing?

"I don't care what they say, and they wouldn't dare say anything to me anyway," Solanlian said softly, leaning back and closing her eyes.

"Then what are you worried about?" Louis said casually. "You can put your mind at ease and enjoy your vacation. It's just that the Death Eaters are a bit more rampant lately. Once Voldemort and his criminal gang are brought to justice, everything will be fine."

"Not a Death Eater, little deer." Solarian took a deep breath. "From what I've observed, the damage isn't caused by a curse, but more like being bitten..."

"Huh?" Louis thought for a moment. "Is that a werewolf?"

"No, it's not a werewolf either." Solanlian sighed. "Judging from the wounds, it's not a werewolf, and this isn't just a case of assault; a young witch has also gone missing..."

"Missing? What happened? Tell me in detail." Louis became interested. Such things were rare after Voldemort and his Death Eaters disappeared. It was hard not to think of the Death Eaters when something like this suddenly happened today. But judging from Solarian's words, it wasn't a dark wizard or a werewolf, so it didn't seem to have anything to do with the Death Eaters.

"You should know this witch too. She was a seventh-year student at Hogwarts and just graduated this year. Her name is Kelly Skinson," Solarian said.

"I don't know her." Louis shook his head, released Solanlian's shoulders, and began to massage her head.

"If you're interested, you can come and help me." Solanlian began to ask for help from the sidelines. "I think you're usually quite smart. Maybe you can help me investigate the case. I have a feeling that this is definitely not the suspect's last crime."

"Really?" Louis asked, intrigued. "How did you determine that?"

"Intuition," Solanlian said, a statement Louis couldn't refute—to be honest, a woman's intuition can sometimes be terrifying, especially a witch's intuition, which becomes even more accurate with the aid of magic.

"When did the incident occur?" Louis asked curiously.

"Last night," Solarian replied, then paused for a moment before continuing, "I suspect that not only witches were attacked, but local Muggles may also have been attacked."

"Then let me ask." Louis nodded, released Solanlian, went downstairs, and picked up the phone.

The call was answered shortly afterward.

After asking a few simple questions, he hung up the phone. The three children watched for a while, and seeing Louis leaning against the wall with a furrowed brow, they couldn't help but ask curiously, "What's wrong, Louis? You look so worried?"

"It's nothing." Louis had just finished speaking when he suddenly remembered that he had these three free laborers at his disposal: "Oh, no, there is indeed a situation. You three... go to the study and wait for me."

The three children obediently went to the study, and after waiting for a while, the phone rang again.

After receiving confirmation, Louis hung up the phone and went to his study.

Harry rushed over and asked with concern, "What's wrong, Louis? You look so serious."

"Something's happened. Someone was attacked in Hippogriff Village, and a young witch has gone missing—she's a Hogwarts graduate named Kelly Skinson," Louis recounted.

"Attack? Disappearance?" The trio's eyes lit up immediately, and the three troublemakers became excited in unison.

Everyone dreams of being a detective, and the trio, clearly in their chuunibyou (adolescent delusions of grandeur) phase, also share this dream.

"And I received information that someone on a farm in the town of Westeros was also attacked, but the victim wasn't so lucky." Louis spread his hands and shrugged. "The reason I called you all here is to have the three of you come with me to look at this case."

"Really?" The trio immediately became excited.

"Of course it's true." Louis nodded and said to the trio, "This is probably not a case that Muggles can handle, so the three of us will focus on investigating the attacks on Muggles. As for Hippogryph Village, let Sister Lian and the others deal with that."

"No problem!" the three little ones replied with smiles.

When going out on a case, besides the three of them, they also need to bring Catherine along. However, their attire will need to be changed; they can't dress so casually. Louis and Catherine each changed into a formal suit, after all, they both look quite mature. As for the three little ones… they can just follow behind wearing invisibility cloaks.

It should be noted that there are many invisibility cloaks, but there is only one invisibility cloak for the Deathly Hallows. For Muggles, it doesn't make much difference which invisibility cloak they wear.

After all, you can't expect a mortal Muggle to sense whether there's an invisible person in front of them; only wizards can do that. The Deathly Hallows can avoid this, which is what makes them special.

Catherine even specially found a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and with her slightly wavy blonde hair and a sharp suit, she was the epitome of a lesbian heartthrob.

Oh no, Louis thought, he couldn't let the lesbian see his girlfriend. The saddest thing in the world is a woman fighting with a man for another woman...

Louis chose to drive, which could seat four people. Catherine sat in the passenger seat, and the three little ones squeezed in the back.

In less than half an hour, we arrived at our destination, Sterling Farm.

Louis's lips twitched slightly at the name; it was just too cheerful.

Hopefully, the farmer's son won't be named Raheem Sterling, and he won't be sent to play football.

But obviously a white rancher can't have a black son unless he falls in love with a wild horse and has a prairie on his head.

The local police set up a long cordon, and when Louis got out of the car, a female agent came over.

"Excuse me, this is a crime scene. Please leave."

Louis pulled out his badge from his pocket and tossed it around: "MI5."

The female agent frowned, asking uncertainly, "Since when did MI5 get involved in this kind of thing? I don't know, Sister Li..."

"Oh, it's normal that you don't know. This case isn't an ordinary murder, which is why we came here, isn't it?" Louis said with a smile. "You can call your superiors; we gave them advance notice before we came."

As he spoke, Louis gestured for Catherine to take out her identification.

Only then did the female operator get a good look at Catherine. She stared blankly for a while before finally reluctantly pulling her gaze away from Catherine's face: "Okay, I believe you. After all, the documents are real."

After speaking, the female agent lowered her head, looking somewhat uncomfortable, like a shy young girl who had met her sweetheart.

"You're being far too hasty!" Louis was somewhat surprised. "No wonder the British Empire is declining; it turns out your operators are insectoids too..."

How can you solve a case while surrounded by such insects?

Louis coughed twice, waking the female operator from her sullen state.

"Can I go over with my colleague now?" he prompted, deliberately using the term "colleague" in the hopes of teasing this young lesbian.

"Ah, ah..." The female agent realized what was happening and quickly said, "Of course, of course, come with me." With that, she led the way towards the farm.

Louis nodded and followed, subtly gesturing with his hand behind his back.

The trio understood and quickly followed.

"Over there are chicken coops, stables, and cattle pens." The female agent pointed to a spot not far away and explained enthusiastically and in detail, "But there are no living creatures over there anymore. It's strange. The livestock seem to have been drained of their blood overnight, but there are no traces of blood on the ground, nor any signs of struggle or resistance before they died. It's as if they died in their sleep."

"Let's go take a look," Louis gestured.

The female agent led them to the cow pen first. The cows lay sprawled on the ground, each one resembling a dried-up corpse, emaciated and withered. Louis walked over, looking them over from head to toe, but found no signs of anything unusual. However, the very absence of any unusual signs was somewhat unusual in itself.

"Here, Louis," Catherine said, squatting down beside a cow carcass and pointing to its neck. "There's a row of teeth marks here, right on the neck. You can look for similar teeth marks in the same spot on other cow carcasses."

Following Catherine's description, Louis searched carefully from one corpse to another, and sure enough, he found the same teeth marks on the necks of all the corpses he examined.

"That's strange..." Louis sniffed, stood up, glanced at the female operator who was still staring intently at Catherine, and asked in a low voice, "What do you think it could be?"

"It's hard to say. I didn't do very well in Hagrid's courses, so I don't know of any magical creatures or magical beings that could do this," Catherine replied in a similarly low voice.

(End of this chapter)