I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 248 French Arms

Some magical creatures are very picky eaters, and they have some hobbies that are hard for ordinary people to understand. Perhaps this is why magical creatures are more difficult to raise.

Of course, this is just a small guess.

The students were whispering amongst themselves, not about the tall, magnificent horses at the gate, but about how big Durmstrang's horses would be.

A few students were secretly staring at the older girls from Beauxbatons, some even blatantly peering over the Gryffindor tables. The younger girls sat there pouting, looking at their own skinny figures and then at the voluptuous figures of the older girls from Beauxbatons, and began to feel increasingly envious.

The sour smell didn't last long, because Durmstrang's men came in.

Durmstrang was in Eastern Europe, where people are generally tall and strong, both men and women. It should be said that, thanks to their more unruly educational style, this group of people also had a slightly gloomy temperament, resembling more like gangsters and lawyers than a group of wizarding students.

"It's Krum! Viktor Krum!" Ron exclaimed, but luckily his voice was low and no one noticed him.

By the way, Ron is a huge fan of Krum. Hopefully, he won't feel disillusioned when Krum falls for Hermione in a while.

Harry, standing beside him, also seemed quite excited; Krum's outstanding performance and Lansky's excellent feints at the World Cup had won him over.

"For God's sake, good heavens, Ron, can't you just shut up for once?" Hermione rolled her eyes. "He's just a Quidditch player, what's all the fuss about?"

"'Just a Quidditch player'? Merlin's beard, Harry, listen to the tone of her voice!" Ron stared blankly at Hermione, completely unable to believe that her lips, at a 37-degree angle, could utter such cold words: "He's one of the best Seekers in the world, Merlin's socks, I never imagined he was a student like us... Good heavens..."

Durmstrang's delegation all wore a kind of messy fur cloak, while the leader wore a smooth, silvery-white fur cloak that looked soft and silky, just like his hair.

"Dumbledore!" the man called out enthusiastically as he walked up the slope. "How have you been, my dear old friend?"

"Excellent, thank you, Professor Karkaroff," Dumbledore replied.

Karkaroff's voice was melodious and sweet. He walked up to Dumbledore and opened his arms to give the old man a warm hug. His hair wasn't entirely white, but rather a mix of black and white—not like typical graying, but with the two colors clearly defined, making him look like a skunk come to life.

What's this about gender-swapped Karyl? Does it mean Karakorov's head can be attached to someone else's body?

You're the head of the street, aren't you?

"My dear old friend—Hogwarts." Karkaroff looked up at the Great Hall's ceiling, a nostalgic smile on his face—but his eyes held no warmth, remaining cold and sharp; the smile never reached them. "It's so good to be here, so good… Viktor, come and warm up. Dumbledore, you won't mind, will you? You know, Viktor is my favorite student, and he's caught a cold. I'm worried…"

Karkaroff gestured for Viktor Krum to come forward. His thick, dark eyebrows made one wonder if he was your long-lost distant grandson.

At the same time, it caused a commotion, and several older female students even started rummaging through their bags, looking for something for Krum to sign.

"I never expected him to be a student," Draco muttered from the side.

Louis laughed and said, "It's nothing special. Everyone has been a student once."

"That's true." Draco chuckled and then turned his head toward Beauxbatons College, which was not far away.

Louis noticed Draco's gaze and followed it, spotting Fleur stretching. Her alluring curves were undeniably seductive—Louis knew she was a Veela.

"Tell me, which one have you chosen?" he asked with concern.

Draco shook his head and looked away. "I just think there's something off about the prettiest girl in Beauxbatons..."

"You wouldn't happen to have a crush on her, would you?" Pansy teased from the side, while silently telling herself that it was impossible; our Xiaolong would only ever like that other person...

There's no hope for fujoshi (female fans of male-male romance)...

Draco was taken aback for a moment, then immediately retorted, "How could that be? I'm not a looks-obsessed person... I just think she's a bit strange. Normally, I rarely develop feelings for someone because of their appearance, but she's an exception..."

That's true. Look at Miss Watson back then, she was so beautiful, but Draco wasn't moved at all...

That's getting off topic, but it's true that Draco judges people by their lineage, not their looks.

"You still say you don't like her?" Pansy chuckled strangely, looking sarcastic.

Louis patted Draco on the shoulder and said with a smile, "You were right, Draco. Do you remember Bulgaria's mascot from the World Cup?"

Draco thought for a moment, then asked with a hint of surprise, "Veera?"

“Yes, this girl has Veela blood,” Louis said with a smile. “So your inexplicable attraction to her isn’t because you like her, but because of her natural allure. I’m glad you can see that.”

Draco paused for a moment, then exclaimed happily, "Yay, Louis, you finally praised me..."

Three periods appeared in Louis's mind.

This idiot... how come he's even dumber than Pott now?

He glanced back at Harry and Ron, who were staring at Krum with silly grins, then at Draco, and said with a hint of disdain, "I think you should hang out with Pott and Ron. The three of you are all like idiots..."

Pansy chuckled, amused by Louis's words; in fact, she also thought Draco was quite a fool.

By this time, Dumbledore had already arranged the seats for the Durmstrang students, and Karkaroff had taken his seat at the head table, sitting on either side of Dumbledore, along with Mrs. Maxim.

At the same time, Hagrid led the first-year students in. Behind him was a child wrapped in Hagrid's mole fur coat, which was so big that it was bigger than a blanket for him in winter.

Unlike his classmates' terrified expressions, this boy showed no fear whatsoever; instead, he was unusually excited. After looking around and turning to the Gryffindor side, he gave two thumbs up and mouthed, "I fell into the lake!"

"This kid is definitely a Gryffindor, a pure Gryffindor," Lewis said with certainty.

"Why do you say that?" Catherine asked curiously. She had also noticed this unusual young man—in fact, everyone present had noticed him.

"This kind of carefree and reckless personality can only be found in a true Gryffindor," Louis said with a chuckle, offering a prejudiced definition.

Catherine rolled her eyes at him slightly and didn't say anything.

Then, as in previous years, Professor McGonagall, carrying her worn-out Sorting Hat, approached the new students, placed a three-legged stool in front of them, and put the hat on it. This novel ceremony quickly attracted the attention of students from the other two houses, who stared intently at the hat, their eyes filled with curiosity.

Suddenly, the hat opened its mouth and began to sing a made-up song.

"That was over a thousand years ago, when I had just been woven into shape. There were four famous wizards whose names have been passed down to this day:"

Brave Gryffindor...

……

I need to examine your mind to determine which college you belong to!

After the Sorting Hat finished singing, enthusiastic applause filled the auditorium. Draco said to Pansy, "This isn't the song it sang last year. This guy sings a different song every year."

"I imagine his life must be dull and boring," Pansy said with a smile, wondering if she should give the hat something to do, like making up some little stories or something.

That's terrible, I'll just punch him.

At this moment, Professor McGonagall unfurled a large roll of parchment, adjusted her spectacles, and announced loudly, "Whoever I call, put the hat on your head, sit down on the stool, and wait for the hats to be announced before taking your seat in the corresponding house—see? Yellow is Hufflepuff, blue is Ravenclaw, red is Gryffindor, and green is Slytherin. Don't go to the wrong house!"

After saying this, she glanced at the parchment and read aloud:

"Hannah E..."

Professor McGonagall then realized her mistake and gave an awkward but polite smile: "I'm sorry, I took the wrong list... This is the one from four years ago. Well, I apologize again, Abbott, please sit down."

Hannah was completely taken aback; the little girl with pigtails even started thinking about whether she should be reassigned to a different department.

At this point, Professor McGonagall switched to a different parchment and loudly proclaimed, "Stuart Ackley!"

A boy stepped forward, and you could see that the little guy was shivering all over. You didn't know if he was afraid of the hat or if he had just been cold. In any case, he was trembling like a leaf and looked pitiful.

Professor McGonagall gently comforted him for a few moments and then put the hat on his head.

"Ravenclaw!" the hat shouted.

A round of applause erupted from the Ravenclaw seats. Louis felt someone touch his arm, turned around, and saw it was Catherine.

She gestured with her lips, indicating that Louis should look in that direction.

Louis looked in the direction Catherine indicated and saw Harry staring intently at Ravenclaw House. He then followed Harry's gaze and saw Cho Chang.

"Spring is here, everything is coming back to life, it's the season for animals to breed, and the air in the mountains and forests is filled with the scent of hormones..." Louis said in a low voice, then he and Catherine exchanged a glance and burst out laughing at the same time.

"Silly little deer." Catherine gave Louis a bunch of autumn spinach.

It has to be said that this woman is getting better and better at seducing Louis; she always has a firm grip on him.

"Harry! Harry!" Draco called out loudly. It took Harry a while to come to his senses. He looked at Draco with a confused expression, not knowing what he wanted to do.

"Your eyes are practically flying off!" Draco teased his old nemesis Harry with glee. "Or are you thinking of transferring to Ravenclaw? Good heavens, how did Gryffindor produce a traitor like you?"

"Gryffindor doesn't know this person," George teased loudly. Fred, not to be outdone, laughed and said to Harry, "If you like her, just go for it..."

Harry's face flushed red instantly. Ginny, who was not far from him, had already drawn her wand, looking like she was being tortured.

She wouldn't mind giving Harry a taste of his own medicine right there in front of everyone. For Harry to dare look at another woman in public was truly...unforgivable!

Is it really that good-looking? Ginny looked in that direction and saw Zhang Qiu smiling brightly. She clicked her tongue in disdain.

She's really not as pretty as her, she just has a bit more exotic charm.

Ginny wasn't really confident; in fact, she was quite pretty. Unlike the simple and honest chubby girl in the movie, this Ginny had a bit of Sophie Marceau's charm, with a touch of pure and alluring beauty.

"What...what do you mean by peeping? How can you call it peeping when it's about wizards?" Harry argued, his neck stiffening, his face red and his neck thick. Then he rambled on with a bunch of nonsense, saying one minute that he wasn't looking at the girl, and the next that the girl looked a lot like his childhood neighbor. For a moment, the seats in Gryffindor and Slytherin were filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Fortunately, Ginny was quite magnanimous and didn't take the little incident too seriously. She simply told Harry that they would meet at the Room of Requirement that night.

Compared to the enthusiastic welcomes from other houses, Slytherin's welcome was rather reserved. They all sat upright, and when the Sorting Hat called out the name of Slytherin, they clapped elegantly and reservedly, nodding to the new students, which put considerable psychological pressure on them.

I'd heard that Slytherin House was quite cheap, and now I've experienced it for myself.

"When will the banquet start? My mouth is watering..." Ron complained, slumped on the table. He hadn't eaten all afternoon and was waiting to have a good meal at the freshman welcome banquet, but he had obviously overdone it and was now starving.

"I'm telling you, Ron, the Sorting Ceremony is much more important than eating," said Nick, who was almost headless.

Ron rolled his eyes: "You're dead, of course you'd say that..."

Louis quietly pulled a baguette from his spatial pocket, nudged Vitalie's shoulder, and then, under her mournful gaze, turned back and handed the baguette to Ron.

"Try it, fresh French weaponry, you'll be interested."

(End of this chapter)