I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Fifty thousand Galleons is a considerable sum, even for professional golfer Viktor Krum.

One reason is that no one would complain about having too much money, and another is that it's a huge sum of money not only for students but also for professors.

"I'm going to participate in this competition!" Ron said fiercely, even though his family wasn't actually short of money.

Thanks to Louis, the family is getting richer every day. Now, not only do they not need to ask their family for money, but they can also give their family a lot of money during holidays. But Ron also wants to make some big money, because only with money can he accomplish more things he wants to do.

Hermione looked at Ron with concern and tugged at his sleeve. "But you heard what Dumbledore just said, he'll die..."

"Could anything be more dangerous than going to Aragog's lair?" Ron said nonchalantly. What storms hadn't he weathered? Aragog in the Forbidden Forest was far more dangerous than anything they could imagine...

Back in the day, he had stormed into the spider's lair and rescued Assistant Instructor Tifa Lockhart, proving himself to be a tough and ruthless character at Hogwarts. But he forgot that if it weren't for Hermione's timely intervention, he would probably be half spider silk and half fertilizer for the forest by now.

"I want to participate too, to be honest," Fred said excitedly from the side. His main goal was to become a champion at Hogwarts, marry the beautiful and wealthy Beauxbatons, and reach the pinnacle of life.

It should be said that there are quite a few people who think like him, and many are already eager to try it out.

But reality slapped him in the face without mercy.

"I know you are all eager to participate in the Triwizard Tournament and win honor for Hogwarts, but I must say you are getting ahead of yourselves." Dumbledore was about to start creating an unexpected surprise. "However, the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic have agreed to set an age limit for this year's competitors. Only those who are seventeen years of age or older will be allowed to register for the Triwizard Tournament."

"I believe this measure is absolutely necessary. Despite the many protective measures taken by the Ministry of Magic, this activity is still extremely dangerous. Students below the sixth or seventh year simply cannot handle it. I personally guarantee that no student under the age will deceive our impartial referees and become a Hogwarts warrior."

At this point, he gave the Weasley twins a meaningful look: "Therefore, if you're under seventeen, I suggest you give up on this idea as soon as possible."

The twins pouted, clearly disobeying Dumbledore's advice—in fact, it would be strange if they could obey any discipline at all.

The quirky and clever Geminis will never succumb to outdated school rules and regulations!

"As for the students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, they are free to choose their dormitory rooms from any of the four houses during their time at Hogwarts, and they can also choose to dine with any house during mealtimes." Dumbledore paused here, "Their course schedules will be the same as those of the sixth-year students. The prefects will distribute the schedules to you later."

"Alright, I've said what I needed to say. Now, as is customary, shouldn't we all sing the school song together?" Dumbledore said with a smile. "I always look forward to this part of the welcome party; after all, nothing is more captivating than music."

At this point, Dumbledore raised his hand and waved to everyone: "Ready—Go!"

As Dumbledore finished speaking, the hall suddenly resounded with the rapid beat of marching drums and the clear sound of piccolo. Dumbledore looked in the direction of the sound and saw Tom and Jerry playing and striking the drums.

"Why does this piece of music sound so familiar...?" Vitalie suddenly felt a chill run down her spine; she felt like she had heard it somewhere before.

It was a strange feeling, and the name of the piece was on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn't quite put it into words.

She looked at Louis with a questioning gaze, only to find Louis smiling at her.

"Don't you want to raise your hands?" Louis asked her with a smile.

Vitali's face darkened; she seemed to have a clue which piece of music it was—but she needed to listen to it again to confirm.

Like Vitalie, the Beauxbatons' female classmates looked at each other. The pure-blood wizards were alright, but the Muggle-born wizards had already started looking down and searching for things.

I guess they're looking for a piece of white cloth?

The drumbeats were rapid, like raindrops, and the piccolo sounded even more melodious. Then, the sounds of the clarinet and trombone rang out, accompanied by the drumbeats of the gong and bass drum, and the students from the four houses began to sing the Hogwarts school song.

Dude, why does your school song sound so German?

Vitalie also figured it out. She looked at Louis with a dark face. Wasn't this the famous piece "Glory of Prussia"?

Louis pulled his wand from his pocket, poked her chin, and mouthed, "Hands up!"

Vitalie rolled her eyes at him helplessly and raised her hands high, as if surrendering.

"Good girl, you're such a good secretary." Louis tapped her face with his wand.

Elizabeth, who was lip-syncing to the song, pouted and looked at her scumbag cousin with utter disgust.

Louis noticed his cousin's little trick, but he wasn't angry. Instead, he mouthed to Elizabeth, "Tone-deaf."

Elizabeth was furious, but she had no way to deal with this old scumbag. She gritted her teeth and looked at Louis, wondering if she should cast a spell on him. What should she use... Hmm, maybe the Crucifixion?

To be fair, the Louis family are all ruthless. Elizabeth, at such a young age, has already mastered the Unforgivable Curse. Given time, she will definitely be a talent destined for prison.

Even Voldemort would consider him a close friend and would be eager to have a long talk with him.

The Beauxbatons students, feeling the enthusiasm of Hogwarts, all looked sullen. The Durmstrang students, seeing the Beauxbatons students' displeasure, were somewhat confused. It was only after a student who knew more about Muggle affairs explained the situation to them that they understood what the joke was. So they sat there chuckling, watching the sullen Beauxbatons with glee.

Durmstrang isn't an all-boys school, and Beauxbatons isn't an all-girls school, but this time all the students from Beauxbatons were girls, while Durmstrang is different; almost half of them are girls. Moreover, Durmstrang has a rather infamous rule: it doesn't accept Muggle-born wizards.

Of course, this is nothing special, after all, Principal Karkaroff was once... well, a Death Eater.

Many years ago, Durmstrang had another somewhat famous alumnus named Gellert Grindelwald.

Well, Grindelwald is sitting in the main seat right now, eating cream cake with a bored expression. He doesn't care about the school song or the Three Kingdoms Tournament. All he can see right now is the cream cake.

After the last drumbeat finished, Dumbledore wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said with emotion, "Music... to be honest, I never thought our school song choir would be more and more wonderful every year. Well, now, I ask everyone to return to their respective dormitories under the guidance of their prefects."

Durmstrang's classmates unanimously chose Slytherin House, since a house known for its pure-bloodedness would surely get along with their school, which also claimed to be pure-blooded.

After all, these are places that have produced some well-known figures, right? For example, Grindelwald and Voldemort are both famous dark wizards.

Beauxbatons is more complicated, with choices from all four houses. Surprisingly, the prettiest girl chose Slytherin, something Lewis hadn't expected.

But none of this mattered to him, since he didn't live in the dorm anyway.

As he headed towards his office, Draco blocked his path. "Louis," he asked urgently, "aren't you going back to the Slytherin common room to talk to the new students?"

"Alright, Draco, you can handle this." Louis patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile.

"Huh? Me?" Draco was stunned. After a long pause, he stammered, "Me... can I do it?"

"You can do it. I believe you can do a great job," Louis said kindly.

Draco hesitated for a long time before finally making up his mind and nodding, saying, "Alright, I will definitely complete the mission perfectly!"

"I trust you to handle things." After giving Draco his full affirmation, Louis left the auditorium with his men.

In the office, Sakuya had already prepared everything he needed. When Louis pushed open the door and entered, she couldn't help but sigh that the head maid was indeed the head maid, far superior to Christa.

Christa let out a soft groan, not daring to utter a word in rebuttal.

Well, it's not like the master has been fickle for a short time. Apart from Catherine, I've never seen him care about any old people or things.

Louis was finally free. After his mother came to Hogwarts, he no longer needed to teach the students Defense Against the Dark Arts class—he could just relax and be a teaching assistant in the back. For him, being able to be lazy was the best thing.

"So that's why you were so eager for me to teach at Hogwarts!" Emma reached out and grabbed Louis's ear, adopting the demeanor of a strict mother: "You little rascal, a child your age shouldn't be lazy!"

Louis's eyes lit up, and he unleashed his trump card: "You have to let me rest, right? What if I give you a grandson someday? You wouldn't be happy, would you?"

To everyone's surprise, this method, which supposedly worked every time with Seris-style parents, had absolutely no effect on Emma. She tightened her grip even more, almost twisting Louis's ear off: "What grandson? I'm only twenty-two years old, not old enough to be a grandmother!"

He made a mistake; he forgot that his mother was also a time traveler, and she wasn't in her thirties like Solanlian, but rather a vibrant twenty-two-year-old.

"Besides, you're still a student, and so is Little Moon. Who are you going to have a child with?" Emma's tone was very unfriendly, almost as if she were saying that puppy love is outdated.

"Of course it's He Ziyan..." Louis secretly glanced at Ye Ziyan, only to find that the latter's face was flushed red from his words.

Emma snorted, glanced at Ye Ziyan, then at Louis, and said in a sarcastic tone, "Oh, you forgot about that? My best friend has lowered herself without a word. I treat you like a younger sister, and you actually want me to be your mother-in-law?"

No wonder she was Snape's most respected senior; perhaps he learned that sarcastic tone from Emma.

Ye Ziyan felt like she wanted to disappear into a crack in the ground. She stomped her feet and ran back to her bedroom.

"Starting tomorrow, your slacking-off plan will be a success, you little rascal." Emma sat down in her chair, crossed her legs, looked at Louis, and gave a soft hum. "What can I do? I'm the mother, after all. But this credit system is good; it can be gradually introduced to other grades, but... first, we need to make sure they're worthy of being included in this rule."

Louis glanced at his mother with some surprise. Wasn't she supposed to be like a six-year-old? How come she has this level of intelligence?

Does this mean that if this person's feet are off the ground, the virus can't get up there, and their intelligence will take over?

"Don't look at me like that, you little brat." Emma squinted at her eldest son. "Do you think I'm a..." She tapped her temple with her finger, making a universally recognized "mentally challenged" gesture.

"How could that be, Mom?" Louis, knowing full well that pragmatism is the best policy, quickly admitted his mistake with a smile, "I'm your own son, how could I possibly think that way?"

"That's not guaranteed." Emma snorted twice. "There's nothing you wouldn't dare to think of, little guy. I just have some childish hobbies. Being immature in some ways because of a lack of soul doesn't mean I'm an idiot."

Louis glanced at his mother, and after a long pause, blurted out, "Hard to say..."

Hey kid, you learned this from the fourteenth brother, didn't you?

What Louis Mountbatten.

Emma's right hand trembled slightly, but she ultimately suppressed the urge to cast a spell. She took a deep breath, glared at Louis, and said, "Fine, you're my only son..."

The implication is that it was the harmonious society that saved you.

"So what are you planning to teach tomorrow?" Louis asked curiously. "If I remember correctly, you're supposed to be teaching Little Moon and the others tomorrow?"

"Yes." Emma nodded slightly. "Your class representative setup is good. I'll also set up a class representative for each college each academic year. It will help relieve some of my pressure."

"I think you're just trying to slack off." Louis was recklessly courting disaster.

Emma glanced at him. "No one will think you're mute if you don't talk, you little brat," she said viciously.

Louis quickly shut his mouth, knowing better than to die young. He had a beautiful home and two beautiful girlfriends; he didn't want to die young.

Of course, the main reason he kept quiet was because Catherine held his shoulder.

Xiuer, sit down.