I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 247 The Visitor from Beauxbatons

"I have a question: why do you try to run away when you see me?" Louis looked at Peeves with a half-smile. "Or perhaps you have some kind of prejudice against me?"

Peeves felt uncomfortable under Louis's gaze, and his colorful hat was starting to fall off. He chuckled awkwardly and explained, "How could that be, Your Highness... There can't be two suns in the sky, Your Highness, you are the only sun in my heart."

"Good flattery, but I'm fair in my rewards and punishments." Louis snapped his fingers, and without any strange light, the Pippi Ghost seemed to be frozen in place, suspended motionless in the air, its spirit-formed body turning a dull gray.

"This...this is..." Hermione stammered, "I feel like I've seen this somewhere before...wait...oh, right! It's like when Nick was almost headless in our second year! Yes, it's Ser Nicholas, he looked just like this when he was petrified by the Basilisk, oh my god, Louis..."

Hermione looked at Louise with disbelief: "Can ghosts be petrified, or do you possess the Basilisk's abilities?"

"It's just a trivial application." Louis looked at Peeves floating in the sky. "Don't worry, this spell will only last for one day. Of course, it works on ghosts too. I'll teach you this spell when you start taking Defense Against the Dark Arts in the new year."

"Really? That's great!" Ron exclaimed excitedly. "Good heavens, we've been wanting to teach Peeves a lesson for all the pranks he keeps putting on us. Now, if I can't beat Fred and George, I can certainly beat you!"

As he spoke, he glared at Pippi the Ghost in the sky through gritted teeth.

Goodness, the twin brother has become a foreigner, hasn't he?

Just then, almost headless Nick... I mean Sir Nicholas floated in. He was wearing his usual tight-fitting top, but with an unusually large collar—presumably partly to add a touch of festivity, and partly to prevent his head from shaking too much.

He very politely removed his hat and gave a gentlemanly bow to everyone, as if he were holding up a top hat: "Hello, Professor McGonagall, and a few students."

As he spoke, the head he was holding in his arms saw Pippi the Ghost in the sky.

"Hey, isn't this Mischievous Ghost? When did he get so loose?" he mocked gleefully.

Peeves remained petrified, unable to refute anything.

"I'm reminded of a less-than-pleasant experience I had," Sir Nicholas clicked his tongue, his voice loud and gloating. "When I left Madam Pomfrey's, I wondered why it wasn't Peeves, who was always running around like a groundhog, who got petrified—look, I've got my wish now. Thank you, thank you for fulfilling my wish."

"It's my pleasure." Louis also bowed slightly politely and smiled with a very upright posture.

"Alright, you lot." Professor McGonagall glanced around at everyone, then looked at Hermione, who was soaking wet, and cast a drying spell on her with her wand. "Hurry back to the Great Hall. We have something very important to discuss today."

"Really?" The three children immediately became interested. "What's so important that you came to the auditorium entrance?"

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask!" Professor McGonagall glared at them sternly.

These three are the most troublesome... Professor McGonagall is exhausted, extremely exhausted. Could she trade these three for Slytherin for Louis? Catherine would also be fine. Professor McGonagall isn't picky at all. In this three-for-one deal, she'd be happy to take a small loss.

—You might make a profit, but I will never lose.

Louis didn't follow them; he went back to his seat on his own. After speaking with everyone, they all said they had practiced the piece diligently at home.

“I mean, Louis,” Draco said hesitantly beside him, “why did you choose such a strange piece of music? I don’t quite understand…”

"Don't understand? That's good." Louis chuckled. "This piece of music is best enjoyed while strolling through the streets of Paris, especially on the Champs-Élysées."

"Really? What is it?" Vitalie, sitting opposite Louis, leaned closer curiously. She was the only Slytherin who hadn't received the message; even Veronica from Ravenclaw had. She was grinning at Vitalie.

"Hmm...you could practice the way the Muggle army walks later, maybe you'll use it when you're strolling down the Champs-Élysées," Louis said with a chuckle, reaching out to stroke her short black hair with a pitying and loving gesture. Veronica, who was sitting in the Ravenclaw seat behind Vitalie and knew the joke, chuckled.

"What are you laughing at!" Vitalie turned around and glared at her. "Miss Pineapple Pizza!"

Normally, Veronica would have argued with Vitali, but today Veronica wasn't angry at all; instead, she was laughing even more happily. She could already imagine what the scene would be like in a moment.

Vitali is a bit confused now. What's going on? Has her old nemesis changed her tune today?

After chatting for a while, the students arrived at the auditorium, which was almost full. The auditorium was as magnificent and grand as ever this year, and it had been decorated extra for the new semester banquet. Hundreds of tethers floated above the tables, making the gold plates and goblets glitter.

Behind Louis was Gryffindor House, and directly behind them were Harry and his friends. Louis was taking notes in his notebook about the key points for the semester when he heard excited, breathless sounds coming from behind him, as if they had just finished a 100-meter sprint.

It was Colin Crevey. Louise turned around and saw him; he was Harry's biggest fan and also a stalker.

"Hello, Colin," Harry greeted him cautiously, afraid that Colin might do something wrong and pounce on him.

Although this never actually happened, Harry could swear to Merlin that he could see the fervor in Colin's eyes—he'd heard that Ginny had even formed a Potter fan club with him...

This is terrible, family members.

"Hey Harry, guess what?" Colin said in a thick London coachman's accent. "Harry, my brother's enrolled too! My brother—Dennis Crevy—he's a huge fan of you, especially after hearing the stories I told him about you—"

Good heavens, this inverted sentence, are you from the east of the Pennine Mountains or from old London?

"Ah, that's...that's great," Harry said in a monotone voice.

"He's ecstatic!" Colin jumped up. "I really hope he gets sorted into Gryffindor, and you, Harry? You want him too, don't you? Pray for him, Harry, okay?"

"I think you're the most excited one..." Ron muttered under his breath, but his voice was too soft and Colin's attention was focused on Harry, so he didn't notice what he said.

Hermione chuckled and nudged Ron lightly with her elbow. The two exchanged a glance and then laughed together.

"Okay, no problem—" Harry said perfunctorily. Seeing that Colin wanted to say something more, he immediately turned to Ron and Hermione and said, "Brothers are usually assigned to the same house, aren't they? Look, the Weasleys are all from Gryffindor..."

Colin's eyes lit up after he said that.

"Not necessarily." Hermione immediately poured cold water on the idea: "Look at your godfather Sirius. If I remember correctly, his whole family is Slytherin, but he is a Gryffindor. Just look at our year, Parvati Petit's twin sister is in Ravenclaw. They look exactly alike, but they were sorted into different houses. That's enough to refute your hypothesis."

Colin walked away dejectedly and sat down in an empty seat. His classmates whispered words of comfort and encouragement to him.

With this little incident over, Louis turned his gaze to the faculty and staff seating area, where old man Dumbledore sat in the center. Today, he was dressed in a rather venerable style, his flowing silver-white hair and beard shimmering in the candlelight, and his magnificent dark green robe embroidered with many stars and moons. It seemed that since Grindelwald was freed from his seal, Dumbledore's fashion sense had been getting better and better.

Louis noticed that his mother was sitting next to Dumbledore, with Snape and Sirius on either side. He wondered what everyone else was doing there except for Snape. Looking up again, he saw that the Great Hall's ceiling was still under a spell, with wind and rain raging just like outside. Black and purple clouds churned above, and with a clap of thunder outside, a silvery-white bolt of lightning flashed through the clouds.

As the lightning flashed, the auditorium doors burst open. Contrary to expectations, those entering the auditorium were not—or rather, not just—first-year students, but two other groups of unfamiliar faces.

Louis was not surprised; Dumbledore had already informed him that people from both schools would be coming as soon as the semester started.

Leading the way was a very tall woman. Louis glanced at Ding Zhen and immediately knew that Hagrid's spring was coming—this woman was truly tall, tall in every sense of the word, even taller than Hagrid.

Despite her large stature, she was actually very beautiful and had a dignified and elegant demeanor. Her luxurious attire perfectly showcased her status as a noblewoman—especially the huge, expensive opals that shone on her neck and fingers.

Headmaster Dumbledore stepped down from the main seat and approached the woman. The woman's face relaxed, revealing an elegant smile. She extended a hand towards Dumbledore, and Louis noticed that Dumbledore didn't need to bend over when giving a hand kiss.

It's not that Dumbledore is short, it's just that this woman is too tall.

"Welcome to Hogwarts, dear Mrs. Maxim." Dumbledore released Mrs. Maxim's hand.

"Mr. Dumbledore," Mrs. Maxime said in a deep, resonant voice, "I hope you are well."

Unsurprisingly, it didn't surprise Louis at all that such a tall woman had a deep voice.

"My student," Mrs. Maxim said, waving one hand behind her back.

About twenty female students, around seventeen or eighteen years old, stood behind Mrs. Maxim, standing neatly in rows—it was unclear whether this was actually a girls' school, but at least all the people there were girls.

They looked cold, and each of them was shivering slightly, but for the sake of the school's honor, they still put on an indifferent expression.

What's that saying? "To be so proud that you suffer for it"—that's pretty much it.

It's not surprising that they were cold; their clothes looked very thin, and none of them were wearing capes—after all, the temperature in France is different from that in the Scottish Highlands, where it's not as cold. Plus, it was a rainy day, so these girls were probably freezing.

Louis noticed that the prettiest girl at the front stood there with her snow-white neck held high, as proud as a white swan. Of the entire Beauxbatons school delegation, she was the only one who wasn't shivering from the cold.

"Probably Hibiscus?" Louis thought to himself, not paying much attention.

It should be said that the Beauxbatons students who came to Hogwarts were all very good-looking. When the male students of Hogwarts saw the pretty girls shivering from the cold, they couldn't help but feel sorry for them.

Someone wanted to take off his cloak and give it to her, but was afraid of offending the beauty, so he was stuck in a bit of an awkward position.

"It's so cold in here, dear Dumbledore." Madam Maxim sneezed loudly, quickly composed herself, and said to Dumbledore, "As you can see, I didn't expect Hogwarts to be so cold, so everyone is dressed rather lightly. Shall we find a place to warm up?"

"Of course, madam." Dumbledore said, waving his hand, and a rectangular table appeared on the other side of Gryffindor, right next to the warm air. At Mrs. Maxim's signal, the pretty girl at the head of the class led her classmates to their seats.

"Then—my horse?" Mrs. Maxim asked hesitantly.

"Our teachers who protect magical creatures will be happy to take care of them, madam." Dumbledore glanced back at Hagrid, who was grinning sheepishly, but noticed Emma tugging at his beard while he was chuckling. He immediately turned back and said, "Don't worry, he's a very professional."

"My horses need—well, someone very strong—to take good care of them," Madam Maxim said hesitantly, seemingly doubting Hogwarts' ability to protect the magical creature teachers. "They're quite spirited, don't blame me for not saying so beforehand."

Through the open doors of the Great Hall, everyone had already seen the magnificent horses in front of the carriage—they were far taller than anyone could have imagined, even the largest Shire horses in the Muggle world paled in comparison.

"Rest assured, Hagrid is an excellent candidate," Dumbledore assured him with a smile.

"Very well." Mrs. Maxim nodded and gave a slight bow. "Could you please tell Hagrid that my horse only drinks single malt whisky—"

"I will take care of it," Dumbledore said, bowing slightly in return.

(End of this chapter)