I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Louis was already used to Catherine's favoritism.

Louis had no doubt about whether they could win the Triwizard Tournament. Harry, with his level in the original story, could win the championship. Although there were off-field factors involved, it also proved the level of the participants.

It's really not that great.

Even Viktor Krum was only slightly stronger than the average person.

Being good at Quidditch doesn't mean you're good at other things, just like Elizabeth, Lewis's cousin, who is good at nothing but Quidditch.

Perhaps because the child loves to play, Louis is already considering whether to give his cousin a little more intense training, to give her a small shock from the Seres Roll King.

The next morning, Louis received an unexpected guest.

It was Ron, who was sitting on the sofa in the main hall with a conflicted expression, holding a hot drink that Sakuya had made for him.

After changing his clothes, Louis came out of the bedroom and greeted Ron.

Ron put down his cup, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself.

Louis noticed his hesitation and walked over, smiling as he asked, "Is it because of Harry?"

"Hmm." Ron nodded emphatically, then asked hesitantly, "Louis, you're saying—Harry really didn't lie to me?"

"Why would he lie to his best friend?" Louis asked rhetorically.

Ron paused for a moment upon hearing this, then said, "I don't know what's wrong with me, but ever since Harry was announced as a Triwizard Tournament participant yesterday, I've been inexplicably angry—I know it's not jealousy, but how should I put it... well, it feels like being betrayed by a good friend."

"I understand." Louise nodded. Ron didn't seem jealous anymore. "I know what you're thinking. You just feel bad that Harry didn't tell you beforehand and secretly signed up, right?"

"Yes!" Ron nodded eagerly, "That's right, I think he's really not a good brother."

"He wasn't lying, Ron." Louis's expression turned serious, causing Ron to sit up straight as well.

"What's wrong? Your expression is scary, Louis..." Ron swallowed.

"Can Harry trust you?" Lewis didn't answer, but instead posed a question: "Can you treat Harry the way Sirius treated James?"

"Of course!" Ron puffed out his chest. "Harry is my best friend! I'd rather die than betray him!"

"Listen, what I'm about to tell you is not to be told to anyone, not even Harry and Hermione." Louis beckoned Ron to come closer.

Ron obediently leaned closer, and Louis whispered, "Can't you see? The whole thing is a conspiracy against Harry... Think about it, your Scabbers, Wormtail, escaped from Azkaban. As Voldemort's loyal servant, he'll do everything he can to cause Harry trouble. Do you think there's any way to get rid of Harry legally and legitimately without exposing himself?"

Upon hearing this, Ron instinctively said, "The Triwizard Tournament..."

"Oh, right." Louise snapped her fingers, "Secretly throw Harry's name into the Goblet of Fire, so that his friends become suspicious of him... and, during the Tournament, we can also do some tampering and eliminate him without anyone noticing..."

Ron gasped. His imagination ran wild; he could already picture Harry being devoured by a giant melon and losing his life. He asked in terror, "Then...what should we do? Louise...help Harry, help Harry..."

"Don't worry, I didn't say I wouldn't care about him." Louis patted Ron's shoulder with a smile to calm him down, and then gestured for Sakuya to refill his hot drink. "All you have to do is protect Harry and try not to hold him back—once the misunderstanding is cleared up, Harry isn't the kind of person who holds grudges."

"I understand, Louis!" Ron's eyes hardened. "Now that Harry is being targeted, I'm going to protect him. Anyone who wants to hurt Harry will have to get past me first!"

"That's right." Louis patted him on the shoulder. "Alright, it's getting late, let's go to the auditorium together."

When they arrived at the Great Hall entrance, they saw Harry and Hermione walking together. When Harry saw Ron, he visibly frowned, but didn't show anything.

"Harry." Ron strode forward and hugged his good brother tightly. Harry, who had been provoked a bit, was a little bewildered. Wasn't Ron supposed to want to break up with him out of jealousy? Why... um, so enthusiastic?

"Oh, I'm sorry, Harry, I misunderstood you." Ron hugged his best friend tightly. "It's my fault, I shouldn't have suspected you of hiding things from me..."

"Hey, it's no big deal." Harry snapped out of his daze and patted Ron on the back. "You know, when you misunderstood me, I really wanted to kick your ass."

"If you want to." Ron raised an eyebrow, grinned, and turned around, sticking his butt out.

"Go to hell." Harry kicked him, then grinned foolishly. Since his good brother still supported him, he was fearless.

To be honest, Harry knew that the so-called jealousy theory was completely unfounded. If Ron were jealous of his fame, he probably wouldn't have been friends with him in their first year. He was angry only because he felt that Harry wasn't a good brother. He didn't even tell him about such an important matter and just did it secretly. The competition was so dangerous; what if something happened?

Just then, Sirius Black walked in from outside and nodded nonchalantly when he saw Harry. Harry stared blankly at his godfather, wondering why he had seemed so worried yesterday and suddenly appeared so carefree today.

Last night, Harry had a heart-to-heart talk with his godfather Sirius Black until late at night. If Dumbledore hadn't called Sirius away, they probably would have continued chatting.

Perhaps the Godfather's transformation was due to Dumbledore? Maybe...

"Don't worry, Harry," Sirius shouted, "we'll always be there for you. After all, this is a competition that only happens once every five years!"

"Thank you, Sirius!" Harry stopped worrying about why his godfather's mood had changed, because as soon as he finished speaking, he was surrounded by his classmates and led to the Great Hall.

It's clear that the Gryffindor students treat Harry very well, practically idolizing him. In contrast, the Hufflepuff students are quite different; they glare at Harry as if he's stolen something precious from them.

That's true. Hufflepuff House rarely receives any glory to begin with, and Cedric Diggory is one of the few sources of their glory. Now that Harry has taken away a portion of their glory, how can they not be angry?

Catherine? They wouldn't dare vent their anger on Slytherins, since everyone had entered the competition through legitimate means. But Harry wasn't. To those unaware of the truth, it seemed Harry had used underhanded methods to get selected, which made them even more resentful.

Hufflepuff's classmates were actually the house with the best relationship with Gryffindor among the other three houses, but today they were completely different. Justin, who used to get along very well with Harry, was now very cold to him and extremely perfunctory. He even started to laugh when Harry accidentally threw a biscuit in his face.

The Gryffindor students disapproved of Hufflepuff's attitude and wanted to stand up for Harry. In just a few words, the two houses started arguing, and if Professor McGonagall hadn't arrived in time, it might have escalated into a full-blown fight.

Harry wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he always felt that Professor Sprout's gaze towards him contained negative emotions.

After the professors left, Gryffindor and Hufflepuff still disliked each other, but they were no longer really fighting.

Harry sat in his seat eating breakfast with a depressed look on his face. He tried to ignore the sarcasm of his Hufflepuff classmates, who were deliberately raising their voices, but he couldn't. Just as he was about to get up and leave, he heard a familiar voice.

"Yo, Pott."

Harry turned around and saw Draco grinning strangely.

"Look, guys, this is the champion from Gryffindor," Draco said sarcastically. "Do any of you have his autographed book? If not, I hope you get one and get it signed. Just think about it... the youngest Triwizard Tournament participant in history. How about we place a bet on how long you can last in the tournament?"

Draco's sarcastic remarks were echoed by Hufflepuff, who, who had previously disliked him, suddenly found him more agreeable than ever before.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend, a truth that Hufflepuff's classmates deeply understood.

"Oh, shut up, Malfoy," Hermione retorted immediately. "I think you're just saying that out of jealousy towards Harry!"

Draco, as if he'd heard a hilarious joke, turned his head and joined his classmates in a boisterous "Yo-hoo!": "What's going on? Why is Weasley's girlfriend so protective of Pott? I can't really say..."

"But you're definitely still after Harry." Ron said in a flash, launching an area-of-effect attack that dragged his good friend into the fray.

Harry looked at Ron with a strange expression, wondering what was wrong with his good brother today.

Draco was long immune to such forced pairings. He chuckled twice, pulled a bunch of badges from his pocket, and handed them out to the Hufflepuff classmates, saying, "Welcome to the Potts fan club—look at this badge. I hope you wear it every day. Look at the workmanship, it's impeccable. What I like most is the word on it—Pott Stinks, aha…"

The Hufflepuff students took the badges, glanced at them, and put them on their chests without hesitation. Justin, who had previously been closest to Harry, seemed to be cutting ties with him, as he pinned four "Potter Stink" badges on his chest.

"Hagrid's Blasttail ate you, and you've been stuck with badges for a month." Louis shook his head as he commented on Justin, then took a badge from Draco's hand and pinned it to Harry's chest.

Harry stared blankly as Louis pinned the badge to his chest. Draco's actions and words had initially angered him, but now he seemed to feel less angry.

"As long as you are strong enough, other people's sarcasm will not hurt you. Instead, your composure will become the best weapon to fight back," Louis said to Harry in a low voice, pointing at Harry's badge. "This Potter badge is nice. I suggest that the Gryffindor students wear it too."

"Indeed." Harry grinned. He thought Louis's suggestion was really good, so he took a bunch of badges from Draco and distributed them to the Gryffindor students.

The Gryffindor students followed suit, pinning the badges to their chests, and some even enthusiastically discussed which spot would be the most suitable.

For some reason, Hufflepuff's classmates suddenly felt a bit bored.

They put on the badge hoping to see Harry break down, but instead of breaking down, Harry cheerfully admitted, "I am stinky dung," making them feel like they had punched cotton.

This is a classic tactic – "I am a barbarian."

I'll agree with whatever you say, I'll just say "yes, yes, yes," and that's all I need to do.

"Look, let me teach you another lesson." Louis crossed his legs, leaned against Catherine's lap, and said with a chuckle, "The weapon of criticism cannot replace the criticism of weapons. No matter how much you talk, you can't hurt Harry at all. If you want to hurt him, you can only use the criticism of weapons. I want to know if you learned your 'teeth-to-stick' or 'Tarantella' dance for nothing? Didn't you have a lot of fun using them in your first year?"

As soon as Louis finished speaking, Hufflepuff's classmates' eyes instantly turned malicious.

"I advise you not to cause trouble in the Great Hall," Louis warned at the opportune moment. "But once you're outside, no one will care what you do, so it's time to give this stinking Potter a little Hufflepuff shock!"

Just as Hufflepuff's classmates were starting to show interest, Cedric's voice came over.

"Alright, students, let's not stand here arguing pointlessly." Cedric walked over, his expression gentle. "Harry is also a warrior of Hogwarts. In this Triwizard Tournament where we compete with other schools, we must value harmony and not fight amongst ourselves."

Cedric was undoubtedly the opinion leader of Hufflepuff, and his prestige within the House was already very high, so his words carried considerable weight.

Even without being selected for the Triwizard Tournament, Cedric, as an excellent Quidditch Seeker, was still the most beloved senior among the Hufflepuffs.