I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 27 Tian Wenjing, what's your name?

"Looks like this guy's got some tough nuts to crack," Louis chuckled. "He's probably the last troublemaker Slytherin has hidden away, isn't he?"

"Hmm." Catherine grasped his arm. "Try not to get into a conflict with him; you're no match for him."

"So I'm just going to watch this troublemaker cause trouble and ruin the principal and dean's plans?" Louis asked, raising an eyebrow.

Catherine wanted to say something, but Louis patted her, indicating that they should see what was going on first.

Two rows of people stood on either side of the corridor outside the house, their faces not looking too good, discussing in hushed tones about the new Slytherin house rules.

"Patrick, Cesar, we're both from pure-blood families, let's not embarrass ourselves!" A senior who looked like he was in seventh grade stirred things up.

"Yeah, cheer up, cheer up!" A female senior standing next to the male senior was also cheering them on.

Patrick nodded, his expression extremely arrogant. He shook his black robe and strode into the Slytherin common room with an air of indifference.

"Good...good job, let's see what they do!" The senior students discussed among themselves, craning their necks to look into the lounge.

Patrick walked to the sixth-grade study area and looked at a thin boy. Louis recognized him; it was Caius Brown, the sixth-grade class monitor whom Samir and Marcus had jointly chosen.

"Caius! I f*** you!" Patrick blurted out a classic British curse: "You half-blood, a dismissed prefect, what right do you have to act like a bully here?"

Cesar, standing beside him, widened his eyes in disbelief as he looked at his good friend.

Aren't you also of mixed race? How come you forgot about that after being adopted into the Black family?

"Ha, you wanted to enforce some bullshit rule, didn't you? Come on, I'm standing right here. If you've got the guts, come and enforce it!"

Patrick, a complete scoundrel, stood there looking remarkably like one of Louis's former schoolmates.

Still a slacker in the Pro Max version.

"The House has its own rules. These new house rules weren't set by me; Professor Snape just drafted them today," Caius explained calmly and unhurriedly.

"Don't fucking try to intimidate me with Professor Snape," Patrick sneered. "I'm not going to this damn self-study session, so what? With your pathetic magic spell?"

"Who in Slytherin can do anything to me?" Patrick's expression was extremely arrogant.

He certainly had the right to be arrogant, and Louis's discerning eye was spotted at the opportune moment.

*Patrick Black (Golden Dragon Logo)

Level? Wizard

Talents: Charms (10), Potions (7), Transfiguration (8), Dark Magic (10), Defense Against the Dark Arts (9), Flight (8), Herbalism (4), Divination (9)

Learned the spells: Armored Protection (Level 8), Defeat Your Weapon (Level 6), ? ? ? , ? ? , ? ? ?

"There's no need for you to get angry at me about this," Caius said, his expression still warm. "I was just following the rules, Mr. Black, why make things difficult for me?"

"I hate you professors' lackeys the most." Patrick sneered, drawing his wand: "Reducto!"

Caius was shocked; he never expected Patrick to make a move in the lounge. He quickly dodged the spell, drew his wand, and prepared himself with utmost concentration to deal with Patrick's attack.

His desk was blown to pieces, demonstrating the power of the curse.

Patrick arrogantly and recklessly unleashed spells, chasing Caius in all directions. The shattered tables and chairs from the spells even injured several young wizards.

He did it on purpose; he clearly didn't want to hit Caius.

"Enough!" Caius finally stopped. "If you've got the guts, come at me! What kind of skill is it to hurt younger students?"

"Oh?" Patrick deliberately cast another spell off-target, sending a second-year student flying far away. The poor guy passed out before he could even scream.

Another spell flew toward Louis's classmate, and to his horrified gaze, Louis waved his wand: "Protego!"

"Oh dear, look at this, someone's even trying to stop the bullying?" Patrick's laughter was grating. "Armor? Or is it some first-year bastard? Looks like Slytherin has another talent this year."

"Louis...!" Draco called out softly, wanting to remind Louis not to cause trouble, as the Black family madman had inherited his Aunt Bella's excellent personality.

Louis chuckled gracefully, "If you obediently stop now, I'll pretend none of this ever happened."

"Who gave you the courage to talk to me like that?" Patrick laughed in anger. He looked Louis up and down, trying to see through him, and then he saw Catherine.

"No wonder...tsk tsk, so she's hooked up with the Worley girl." Patrick's eyes darted brazenly up and down Catherine. "I remember when I went to Durmstrang, the Worley girl was just a little kid who hadn't grown up yet. Now she's finally all grown up..."

Louis reached out to stop Catherine from speaking. He narrowed his eyes and said slowly, "I think I need to warn you that if you don't apologize to Catherine, things will get very ugly between us."

"Ouch." Patrick glanced back at Cesar, who was also chuckling, then looked at Louis with the same gaze one would give a newborn calf taunting a tiger: "So, in your opinion, what ugly thing will happen between us?"

"I hope you'll try to avoid me in the future, otherwise, if you break your leg too many times, Mrs. Pomfrey will have a hard time dealing with you." Louis pointed at Patrick, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"Hey, you little bastard, this is the first time anyone's ever threatened me in my life," Patrick sneered. "Draw your magic... Ah!!!"

A scream rang out, startling everyone present.

No one saw what actually happened; only Catherine knew what kind of spell Louis had cast.

Her beautiful eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at Louis's hand pointing at Patrick.

She couldn't believe it. The Half-Blood Prince Notes she had just given him last night—not only had Louis mastered the Divine Strike Without Shadow, but he could actually cast spells silently and without a staff?!

For the first time in fifteen years, she began to doubt her own talent.

Patrick's tendons in his hands and feet were severed instantly. He could no longer stand and collapsed helplessly to the ground, bright red blood gushing out. Ignoring the excruciating pain in his arms, legs, and ankles, he cried out in terror, "Damn it, you damned little beast! What have you done to me?"

(End of this chapter)

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