I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 240 Now that you've discovered it, I'm not going to keep up the act anymore!

Contrary to popular belief, vampires in this world are not divided by titles; they are simply like a large family, with the patriarch referred to as "Old Man" or "Father."

In fact, this is how most vampire families work: a single vampire starts by recruiting others, and over the years, they grow from an ordinary vampire into a large family.

It has some resemblance to farming, and in fact, it's pretty much the same.

As for the origin of vampires, there are various theories, but the most widely known one is the Cain theory.

According to legend, after Adam and Eve were expelled from the Garden of Eden, they came to the wilderness and had two children. The eldest was named Cain, who was the third human being, and lived with his brother Abel.

When offerings were made to the Lord on a certain day, Cain, being a farmer, could only offer some vegetables from his own fields; Abel, being a shepherd, offered the firstborn of his flock and their fat.

Because Cain's offering was rather simple, compared to Abel's, Jehovah was not pleased.

When Cain saw that the Lord was displeased, he became angry as well. The Lord, seeing his anger, gave him a condescending rebuke. Cain harbored resentment, and since he could not retaliate against the Lord, he killed his brother Abel.

To punish him for his actions, Jehovah banished him and gave him a mark that "whoever kills Cain will be punished sevenfold." Cain and Jehovah were also disgusted with each other, so he moved his entire family to the land of Nod, east of Eden.

Of course, in some legends, Cain is the ancestor of vampires.

Here we have to mention the issue of Jehovah. Some people say that "from a biblical point of view, Cain's character is evil, and God's disapproval of Cain's offering does not imply that 'God favors Abel,' but rather reflects the righteousness of the sacrifice." That's utter nonsense. Leaving aside the question of Cain's good or evil, just talking about the offering itself, both Cain and Abel were offering what they had produced themselves. So, who was nobler or less noble?

The translation of "vampire" is somewhat problematic; if you had to put it in perspective, vampires possess a quality that is neither human nor ghost.

Limb regeneration and surviving stab wounds are just basic vampire tricks. Legend has it that they are particularly afraid of garlic and silver utensils. If a mortal wants to kill a ghoul, a silver knife will suffice.

But wizards obviously don't need to do that. Under the Avada Kedavra curse, all beings are equal, regardless of whether you are a vampire or some other kind of ghost.

The two men, who had just arrived at the vampire father's room, looked at each other, unsure how to bring up the topic.

In the end, it was the captain who mustered up the courage to knock on the door.

"Come in." A maid's voice came from inside. The two pushed open the door and entered. The vampire father, Charlotte, was sitting on a tall chair inlaid with red gemstones, enjoying a massage from the maid.

Charlotte, as the patriarch of this tribe, held considerable influence. The room was spacious yet dimly lit, with candles flickering on the bat-shaped lamp holders on either side, adding to the eerie atmosphere. Captain Karius spoke first, saying, "Father, the foraging men have returned."

"Hmm." Charlotte nodded, looking in the dim light. He wasn't old at all; on the contrary, he was quite young. Unlike Captain Karius, who didn't fit the stereotypical image of a masculine vampire, Charlotte's appearance was strange and sinister. When he saw Griezmann standing obediently to the side, he revealed a wicked smile.

"I've heard about what you've done." Charlotte sat up straight, waved for the maid to leave, and looked at the two of them. He snorted, "Since you've committed a crime, you must pay the price. Before you set off, I repeatedly forbade you to harm any life. Just take a little blood that won't affect any livestock. And what did you do?" His dark gaze swept over the two of them: "Not only did you commit such a huge mistake behind my back, but you also provoked a wizard from the magical world... Fools... truly fools!"

"The wizards were provoked by the Bloodeye family, Father," Carius argued. "We have always followed your teachings and never caused trouble in any wizarding territory."

"Fool! What's the difference between the wizards the Bloodeye family provoked and the ones we provoked?" Charlotte grabbed a cup from the table and threw it at Karius—but it missed. He narrowed his eyes and snorted, "Kalisius, why don't you use your brain and think about this? Now that the wizards' Aurors are standing in front of you, and you tell them, 'Sorry, what happened in Hippogriff Village wasn't our doing, but the work of some vampire from the Bloodeye family,' do you think they'll believe you?!"

"To outsiders, all vampires are the same kind!" Charlotte said viciously. After a long pause, he sighed, "Fine, let's get ready to move."

"Moving?" Karius's eyes widened. "Father, I don't understand why you want to move. This... this castle is your life's work, how can you give it up so easily?"

"It's just a castle," Charlotte sighed. "Compared to having my life taken by wizards' spells, giving up a castle isn't so hard to accept—don't worry about these jars and pots, just throw them away and get new ones."

That statement has a bit to do with Ding Wei.

Charlotte chuckled as she spoke, "Don't even think about revenge. You were in the wrong at Sterling Farm first, and what's most foolish is that you chose a place not far from Sterling Farm to commit the crime. I really don't know whether to call you brave or foolish, or foolishly brave. Anyway, they've already paid the price. Just be more careful next time."

"Next life?" Griezmann suddenly asked, prompted by Louis. "Why talk about next life? Dad, when people die, they just die. They either go to heaven to enjoy happiness or suffer in hell. Why is there such a thing as a next life?"

"Heaven and Hell are for humans." Old Man Charlotte sighed, stood up, and slowly walked to the two of them. He reached out his pale hand and stroked their faces, smiling bitterly as he said, "How can monsters like us dare to dream of Heaven and Hell? After we die, we will enter a world called 'Purgatory,' a place that belongs neither to Heaven, Hell, nor any place on Earth. It is a paradise for monsters. All the dark creatures you can imagine—weren'tors, vampires—go there after death… And there are not only dark creatures, but also the most dangerous things since the beginning of time…"

"What is it?" Griezmann asked, bewildered.

"Leviathan." Charlotte shrugged. "Legend has it that Leviathan was an experimental creature created by Jehovah after the angels, but it was too twisted and became a collection of all darkness..."

"Can God create dark creatures?" Karius was completely taken aback.

"Why couldn't God create dark creatures?" Charlotte laughed. "He created countless things, and Earth was a testing ground—oh, the so-called Genesis doesn't mean he created Earth, but rather another world."

"And what about Earth?" Griezmann pressed, Louis's curiosity was starting to surface.

"Earth?" Charlotte looked at the gate behind them and said with a smile, "Earth is the meeting point of all worlds, so here you can see the people of Zeus, the humans created by Jehovah, the warriors of Odin, the people created by Nuwa from clay..."

"You've asked a lot of questions today." Charlotte said, placing her hand on Griezmann's shoulder with a wicked grin. "Should I call you Griezmann, or should I address you as the unknown wizard?"

Karius reacted quickly, immediately adopting a hostile stance towards Griezmann, pulling out a gun from his pocket and pressing it against Griezmann's forehead. Older Charlotte waved her hand, blocking Karius's action.

This method won't work against a wizard; he knows too much about wizards.

No one understands wizards (left and right hands) better than Charlotte.

Louis was startled. He quickly forced a smile and said to Griezmann, "What are you talking about? I don't understand, Dad?"

"I'm very sensitive to souls. If you want to continue playing dumb, that's fine with me." Charlotte's meaning was clear: we're all old foxes, why are you playing these petty tricks with me? He coughed and continued, "I can sense what others do to souls, and you, you controlled his soul through the Imperius Curse, didn't you?"

"Now that you've figured it out, I'm not going to keep up the act!" Griezmann said with a smile. "I am a wizard from the wizarding world, you guessed right."

"Now that you're here, why don't you say goodbye?" Charlotte asked leisurely.

"That's a good suggestion. Have the guards open the door," Louis said through Griezmann. He then shook off his invisibility cloak and was about to step out when Harry grabbed his arm.

Louis turned around and saw Harry shaking his head violently, saying, "No, Louis, you can't put yourself in danger..."

"It's alright, don't worry," Louis said with a smile. Then he snapped his fingers, and the Demon Sword Maiden Remonia appeared beside him.

With a classic succubus design and two small fangs resembling a vampire, the Demon Sword Girl immediately clung to Louis upon her appearance, charging at him with the ball, prompting Louis to mentally scream "Foul!"

"You've finally let me out, my dear master." Remonia rubbed her smooth face against Louis's, like a kitten that hadn't seen her for days. If Harry and Ron hadn't been watching and it wasn't considered inappropriate, she would have already hung up like a koala.

"Listen to me, come with me to visit." Louis reached out and grabbed Remonia's horn, rubbing it with his thumb. Surprisingly, it felt pretty good, so he rubbed it a couple more times.

He turned to Harry and Ron, thought for a moment, and said, "You two come with me, or you can choose to go back, since it's not safe for you here."

Harry and Ron exchanged a glance and said in unison, "We'll go with you!"

Look, this is the standard Gryffindor. When others are on the field, they feel it's dangerous, but when it's their turn, they don't think about it at all.

Gryffindor! Courage reigns supreme! Our Headmaster! Can turn into a cat!

Louise was accompanied by the Demon Sword Girl, with Harry and Ron following closely behind them, heading straight for the Scarlet Devil Mansion with its doors wide open... no, I mean the Scarlet Devil Mansion.

They encountered no obstacles along the way, after all, Charlotte had given prior notice—he held absolute authority in the Scarlet Devil Mansion.

Pushing open the door, they entered Charlotte's room, only to find that Karius was already gone, Griezmann was standing to one side, and next to Charlotte stood a young man who looked much like him. Of course, given that vampires don't age easily, this young man was probably a hundred or two hundred years old.

Charlotte greeted Louis with a smile, extending her right hand: "Greetings, esteemed wizard, I am Charlotte Scarlet, the owner and patriarch of the Scarlet Devil Mansion."

Upon hearing the familiar surname, Louis instinctively asked, "Scarlett? What's your relationship with Remilia Scarlett?"

He regretted asking as soon as he asked. Those were fictional vampires from the East; how could they possibly be related to the real world?

To his utter surprise, Charlotte asked in astonishment, "You actually know her? She's my great-aunt..."

Louis slapped himself across the face. What kind of car is this, with thousands of people...?

"We're not very close, I've only heard about him from others." Louis had no choice but to change the subject. "I think Mr. Scarlett wants to see me not just to talk about old friends, but there must be something else going on."

"Alright." Mr. Charlotte looked at the people behind Louis, seemingly waiting for Louis to introduce them.

Louis understood his meaning, and bypassing Remonia, turned to introduce them: "Two brothers, Harry and Ron."

Charlotte nodded and patted the young man next to her on the shoulder: "Let me introduce you, this is my brother, Ted."

"Hello." Louis extended his hand and shook it. "Louis Mountbatten."

At Charlotte's invitation, they sat down at separate tables. Charlotte clapped her hands, and the maids filed in, serving them the freshest seasonal fruits.

Ron picked up a bunch of grapes and exclaimed in astonishment, like a country bumpkin visiting a grand garden, "I really didn't expect vampires to eat fruit..."

"You shouldn't be prejudiced against vampires, Mr. Weasley," Charlotte said with a smile, sitting in the main seat. "Even humans can't live on meat all the time; that would result in an unbalanced and incomplete diet."

Ron nodded, seemingly understanding, and grinned, "I get it. Drinking blood is a staple food, but you also need to eat some fruits and vegetables to stay healthy, right?"

"The diets of vampires and humans are actually quite similar," Charlotte explained patiently. "We just have one more thing to do than humans: a fondness for blood. Otherwise, there's not much difference."

"Oh..." Ron understood this time.

(End of this chapter)