I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 239 Captain, Don't Shoot!

Hermione seemed to be turning to the dark side; she glared at the bewildered Griezmann through gritted teeth, wishing she could tear him apart.

If she continues to be deceived like this, perhaps next year she can go to Azkaban for further studies, have a little enlightenment in the designated dragon field in Tongliao, and then publish an autobiography in prison—"Four Years of Struggle Against Lies, Stupidity and Cowardice".

Of course, in England, this is a slide that you can't even touch. But if you were in a country that had only recently been united, and your grandson wanted to buy a set of Minecraft as a gift, he might receive a copy of Mein Kampf.

"Then why did you kill him?" Hermione asked coldly. "Mr. Sterling did nothing to wrong you, so why did you hurt him? And take his life?"

"I didn't want to either..." Griezmann shuddered. "But Dad said that since we've been discovered, we have to nip it in the bud to avoid any future complications... He knows us, and if he calls the police, we'll be in big trouble."

"Just because of this, you've put your benefactor to death?" Hermione was furious. "Why? Why did you do this to him?!"

She glared at Griezmann like an angry lioness, her fury completely engulfing her.

"Because Mr. Sterling is a good man..." Griezmann said hesitantly.

Hermione was so angry she laughed. She went up and landed a Gryffindor-style uppercut right on Griezmann's nose, yelling hysterically, "What the hell is this world? Good people get killed?"

She genuinely didn't understand. All along, she had been a good girl born under the Union Jack and raised in the warm winds of the North Atlantic. Sometimes she was just a little too saintly, but she dared to swear to God... oh, she dared to swear to Merlin that she had always wanted to be a kind and benevolent person.

But now, the bloody truth tells her that being a good person doesn't necessarily bring good fortune, how could she not feel furious from the bottom of her heart?

"If I had the chance, I'd like to be a good person too," Louis said sarcastically from the side. "Unfortunately, being a good person doesn't appeal to me, so I'll stick to being a bad person."

As he spoke, he winked at Catherine, earning her a glare in return.

Catherine knows best just how "bad" Louis is.

At that moment, Mr. Ramsey, carrying a hunting rifle, walked over, trembling. He looked at Louis, then at Catherine, and asked hesitantly, "Young master, what's going on here...?"

"Ah, we are wizards." Mr. Louise winked. "It's not uncommon to run into a few wizards in England."

To everyone's surprise, Mr. Ramsey nodded and chimed in, "That's right. You know, the Commander is also a wizard..."

Louis: "?"

Grandpa never told me this...

Who would have thought the old man was actually a wizard? He's been hiding it quite well...

"Alright, but you must take good care of yourself, Mr. Ramsey." Louis nodded politely. "Dark creatures have been rampant in the magical world lately, so if possible, it's best to avoid staying in the countryside."

"Hmm..." Mr. Ramsey nodded solemnly, "Even if not for myself, I have to think about the children. It's time to sell the farm and move to the city..."

"But before that, we have a small matter to settle," Louis said, then turned to Griezmann. "So, where's your hideout?"

Griezmann's face contorted for a long time, seemingly resisting the effects of the truth serum. In the end, he couldn't resist it and honestly confessed, "It's in the cabin in the forest... Please spare me, Your Excellency, I've told you everything I can..."

"Really? But you have another use." Louis nodded and continued, "I don't think we know exactly where the cabin you mentioned is. If you don't mind, could you show us the way?"

"Lead the way? Oh, no..." Griezmann shook his head frantically, "Kill me then, I will not lead the way no matter what..."

"Really?" Louis picked up the wand.

"Even if you torture me like before, I will not yield to you!" Griezmann roared, his eyes bloodshot. This time, even his true appearance was barely concealed; sharp teeth slowly emerged from his mouth, covering his normal teeth. His eye sockets also became somewhat sunken, and a bluish-purple color slowly appeared.

"How could that be?" Louis chuckled, pointing his wand at him. "Young man, let me teach you something that will benefit you for life—a wizard doesn't need torture to force someone to do something for him... Imperio!"

Griezmann seemed to have been struck by a heavy hammer. The bluish-purple color in his eyes gradually faded, and his sharp canines retracted into his mouth. His vision was blank, and he mechanically said, "Okay, I'll lead the way for you."

"Why didn't you listen to them earlier?" Louis chuckled, looking at the three little ones: "Right, boys—and the only little girl."

"You've already used two Unforgivable Curses, Louis, tonight." Hermione shivered involuntarily, seemingly frightened by Louis, then dejectedly lowered her hand: "Fine, forget I said anything. It's just an Unforgivable Curse. As long as it gets rid of this problem, that's fine."

"The child has grown up." Louis patted Hermione's tousled hair with some emotion, which earned him a glare from the latter.

Overall, Hermione is not beyond redemption; at least she has now been influenced by Louise to develop a flexible moral compass.

Perhaps this is a principle ingrained in the DNA of the British Empire, a flexible moral bottom line and such... They're really good at this.

Two ladies were assigned to guard Ramsay's farm, while Louis, with two boys, followed Griezmann toward the vampire's lair.

The whole journey was gloomy, just as the saying goes, "a dark night is for murder, and a windy day is for arson." Today, all four of these things happened at Ramsay's farm.

Catherine set the fire; it was to kill vampires...everyone got a share, except Hermione.

In the silent woods, insects chirped incessantly, interspersed with the occasional eerie hoot of an owl, making the sinister and terrifying atmosphere even more unsettling.

Louis pulled his clothes tighter around himself, feeling inexplicably cold all the way.

Griezmann walked ahead, followed by the three men wearing invisibility cloaks, trailing behind until they arrived at a gloomy ancient castle.

It actually looks quite realistic; there's a blood moon shining above the castle, and I don't know where it came from, but it looks pretty lifelike.

I wonder if this castle is called the Scarlet Devil Mansion, and if there's a vampire loli named Remilia Scarlet inside.

"We've arrived at the Scarlet Devil Mansion," Griezmann said softly.

As if on cue, Louis scratched his head. “Why is this castle really called Scarlet Devil Mansion? Can’t you vampires come up with a different name? Don’t you have your own names?”

After Griezmann finished speaking, he walked into the ancient castle first. Due to the effect of astral projection, Louis could not only control him through magic, but also share his vision through magic.

Soon, Griezmann was held to the back by a black figure with a gun pointed at him.

Griezmann immediately raised his hands, trembling as he begged for mercy: "Captain, don't shoot, it was me..."

Hmm, there's one line missing, the most classic one, "Locust King asked me to pass on a message to you..." But Griezmann isn't bald, and he doesn't look like a cunning villain, so imitating him would definitely not be very effective.

"Oh...it's you, kid..." The 'Captain' sheathed his gleaming silver gun and snorted, "Why are you the only one back? Where are the others?"

"They...they were all killed by the wizards..." Griezmann shuddered uncontrollably. Even now, under Louis's Imperius Curse, he couldn't help but recall the horrific scene and the immense pain he had endured during the excruciating torture.

"What?" the captain shouted. "Killed by a wizard? How is that possible?"

"Yes, that's how it is..." Griezmann answered truthfully, "I don't know who raided Hippogryph Village, but the wizards discovered it, so they turned their attention to the world of ordinary humans, and followed the clues to find out about what happened at Sterling Farm..."

"Damn it, this is terrible!" the captain said bitterly. "The Blood-Eyed Clan attacked Hippogryph Village, but the Scarlet Devil Mansion is the one who has to bear the consequences. Damn it, since the Blood-Eyed Clan is so unethical, then don't blame us for being ruthless too!"

"Um, Captain..." Griezmann tugged at the captain's sleeve.

"What?" the captain asked, frowning.

"The wizards asked me to pass on a message to you..." Griezmann said, uttering that classic line after a moment's hesitation.

This was clearly a joke Louis made on the spur of the moment. He hadn't mentioned bringing any messages before coming here; all he was thinking about was destroying this vampire's lair.

But now it seems there are other vampire clans, and the attack on Hippogryph Village was also carried out by that "Blood Eye Clan," which made Louis have other ideas.

The captain, upon hearing Griezmann's words, paused for a moment, looked him up and down, and frowned before asking, "Speak, what message do you want to convey?"

"As long as we can pledge allegiance to the wizard, the past will be forgiven, and Galleons will be of great value..." Griezmann repeated the hint Louis had given him, his tone somewhat flat.

The captain didn't notice the unnaturalness in Griezmann's tone. Instead, he actually lowered his head and thought for a moment. He looked around, pondered for a while, and then looked up and said, "I can't make this decision myself. I have to ask Daddy's opinion... You know, Daddy hates humans the most. Wizards are also part of humanity... You'd better be prepared to get a beating from Daddy."

A big question mark appeared on Louis's little head.

What happened? How come you agreed as soon as I mentioned surrendering?

What a fright...

He coughed softly, then immediately covered his mouth; thankfully, no one nearby noticed his sound or movement. At the same time, Griezmann also coughed.

"Why are you coughing?" The captain gently ruffled Griezmann's hair. "Vampires don't get sick. If you're coughing, you should be careful..."

"Really?" Griezmann asked in a hoarse voice.

The captain nodded seriously. "Yes, it's very likely that he drank unclean blood..." He gasped, grabbed Griezmann's arm, and growled in a low voice, "You didn't go and drink the blood of those human addicts...you didn't...drink the blood of those bar-hopping addicts?"

"No...no," Griezmann replied. "I've always followed my father's teachings and never touched those dirty humans..."

The captain patted Griezmann's thin shoulder and said earnestly, "Sigh, what Daddy said is actually true. Those humans live in filthy places every day, eat unclean food, and their hearts are extremely twisted. How can such beings have healthy blood? No wonder drinking human blood is addictive. That kind of negative, twisted emotion could really turn us into real monsters..."

He paused, smiled wryly, and continued, "I'm different from you born second-generation vampires. I was transformed from a human by my father. Overall, I still don't want to fall into darkness. Actually, I have to thank my father for his repeated prohibitions against us hunting and raising humans... If the Blood Eye Clan hadn't killed all our livestock, perhaps we wouldn't have been stealing food from other people's farms..."

"How's it going? The Sterlings' farm has quite a lot of livestock, doesn't it? I saw you brought back a lot of blood plasma when you came back last time, enough for us to use until next spring... I'm actually curious about what you did to get caught by the wizards."

Griezmann hesitated, but under Louis's mental suggestion, he chose to tell the truth: "Captain... uh..."

"What's wrong?" the captain asked with a smile.

"They drained all the livestock from the Sterling family's farm and even killed old Mr. Sterling..." Griezmann stammered, his voice sounding severely weak.

"What?!" The captain stopped in his tracks, staring at Griezmann in disbelief and demanding an explanation.

"It's just as I described...that's why the wizards were so ruthless towards us," Griezmann explained. "Mr. Sterling saw our faces, and to avoid trouble, Torrio suggested silencing us. Everyone agreed it was the simplest method, so that's why..."

"You guys...!" The captain gritted his teeth, pointed at Griezmann, and finally let out a sigh.

"Let's go upstairs and see Dad first, and see what he has to say."

(End of this chapter)