I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 26 French Tabloids

“Yes, to distinguish whether a person is good or bad, we should first look at their character, not their birth.” Louis sat up straight and continued to Draco in a soft voice: “That’s why I say that everyone is equal in terms of personality. There are evil and good wizards in pure-blood families, and the same is true for Muggle-born wizards—but at the same time, we must also admit that everyone will never be equal in terms of status.”

"But this is just a perspective from the point of view of an ordinary person; it's the most basic perspective."

Louis paused, then continued, "And what I'm going to teach you is a different perspective, one that suits your status and position... Good heavens, I really don't know what your father has been teaching you all this time..."

"My father was very strict with me. He only talked to me about the glory of purebloods, and never said this much to me." Draco's voice sounded somewhat aggrieved.

"As a pure-blood family, since you consider yourself noble, you can't act recklessly as you please," Louis said with a smile. "We need to see beyond appearances to the essence, to see the most fundamental characteristics of things... What do you think is most important to your Malfoy family?"

"Is it... honor?" Draco asked uncertainly.

"No, it's profit." Seeing that he didn't understand, Louis patiently explained to him, "To put it simply, the candy your mother sends you every day is converted from the profits that your Malfoy family obtains through various channels."

"We shouldn't let our feelings about people or things dictate our attitudes—think about it, if Miss Granger could bring your family a thousand Galleons in income every year, how would you view her?"

Draco thought for a moment and replied, "I will try to accept her."

"What if Miss Granger could bring your family an income of 10,000 Galleons per year?"

"She will be my good friend."

"Then... what if Miss Granger could bring your family an income of 100,000 Galleons per year?"

Draco thought for a moment and replied, "I think even my father would give up his prejudice against her."

"What if it's one million Galleons?"

This time, Draco didn't even hesitate and said directly, "The intelligent and lovely Miss Granger will always be a guest of honor in the Malfoy family."

I never knew you had French tabloid ancestry!

"So that's it, abandoning a golden goose for your insignificant 'bloodline' perspective... Just imagine how your long-time rivals would view you if they knew about this?"

"Who are our friends and who are our enemies? That is the question we need to think about carefully."

"Everyone has their value, Draco." Louis concluded with a sentence that once again shook Draco's worldview: "If your Aunt Bella—can become my loyal white glove, then... I will use all my connections to whitewash her into a naive and innocent witch."

"For people like us, simple good or bad is meaningless. What we need is... the value they can create for us. That's the criterion you should use to judge whether or not you should associate with someone."

"Think it over carefully, Draco. If you continue to be so arrogant, I think... I'll reconsider whether you're truly worthy of being my friend."

After speaking, Louis stood up, leaving Draco deep in thought, and leisurely returned to the Slytherin common room.

Unbeknownst to Louis, Draco sat in the Great Hall for the entire noon, and even the whole afternoon, writing a long letter to his parents, which he then had an owl deliver home.

But that wasn't what he was concerned about. In the Slytherin common room after dinner, the latest Slytherin house policy was posted.

Snape's efficiency is still quite good, especially in the College Cup where he clearly puts a lot of effort into it.

Samir and Marcus promptly provided Louis with the list of administrators selected for each academic year.

"Let's call him class monitor."

Louis reviewed the list of candidates for the seven academic years and finalized their new titles. Seeing that Samir still seemed hesitant to speak, Louis frowned and said, "Just say what you need to say."

"Yes." Samir nodded, then stammered, "That... third-year student Catherine Worre, she..."

"I understand what you mean." Louis nodded. "She's none of your business."

"Yes," Samir added, "and sixth-grader Patrick... he's also a bit difficult to handle."

"Then how did you become the chief?" Louis was speechless for a moment.

"He's from the Black family. He was an exchange student at Durmstrang for a while and just returned to Hogwarts yesterday."

Samir thought for a moment and added, "He's rather arrogant, and his strength is no less than Miss Worei's. In short... he's a rather difficult guy to deal with."

"Okay, I understand." Louis opened a lemon-orange drink and popped it into his mouth. "Let's follow the rules. Start today. The Slytherin common room is big enough. Remember to allocate areas according to the academic year."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Louis had already discussed it with Catherine on his way back yesterday, and she wasn't opposed to studying in the lounge for two hours every day.

But the premise is that Louis told him this; anyone else would probably have been hit with a hanging bell or even a Fiery Curse.

Despite being the top student in the department, he was relatively free. He studied with his classmates only to set an example. He sat next to Catherine, and to be honest, reading while inhaling the orchid-like fragrance emanating from her, he did indeed have the feeling of "a beautiful woman adding fragrance to the night while reading."

But the academy gate suddenly became noisy, disrupting his otherwise pleasant study mood. He frowned and looked over; a crowd had gathered outside. Catherine, whose study had been disturbed, was also in a bad mood. The two exchanged a glance, stood up, and walked over there.

"It's Patrick Black, and his friend Cesar." The senior student's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if she disliked this person.

"You know him?" Louis asked, intrigued.

"I suppose so..." Catherine's tone was filled with strong disgust: "This person... is too arrogant, I don't like him—but, he is very strong."

"Oh? Compared to you?"

"If I didn't use the leaves, I probably wouldn't be a match for him," Catherine answered honestly. "I've heard that he has an unparalleled talent for dark magic, so I suppose... he must have systematically studied some dark magic in Durmstrang... I'm not sure."

(End of this chapter)

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