I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 272 Harry: Louis, who will you choose as your dance partner?

"I think you need to go on strike!" In the medical wing, Madam Pomfrey, the school nurse, angrily said to Harry, "They never stop for a day! They cramm all sorts of junk into the school. The year before last it was a basilisk, last year it was a Dementors, this year it's a dragon, and then there's that Blasttail. What are they going to bring into this school next?"

"Alright, Harry, dear, it's nothing serious. It's not a big deal. A little ointment will do the trick..." Madam Pomfrey said gently to Harry after venting her anger. "Remember what I said: value your life and stay away from Hagrid. I've seen that Blasttail, and it's not something you kids can handle, except for a tough-skinned behemoth like Hagrid..."

"Look at your delicate skin, sigh..." Madam Pomfrey sighed, pinching Harry's cheek. "You shouldn't be treated like this. I'm going to talk to him about this later. You can't be made to do all the work..."

"We're alright, ma'am," Harry immediately reassured Madam Pomfrey. "We're good friends with Hagrid, and this is what we should do..."

"That's even more wrong!" Ms. Pomfrey said sternly. "Even if we're good friends, we can't put you in such danger."

Then came another round of nagging and lectures, like a mother's admonition. Harry didn't dare to argue or say anything; he could only listen silently and nod occasionally.

In the afternoon divination class, Professor Trelawney, as always, enjoyed telling fortunes. This time it was Louis's turn. Knowing that he didn't believe in Western divination, Professor Trelawney burned a turtle shell for him. Looking at the cracks on the shell in her hand, Professor Trelawney had a complicated expression.

"You will face fire and water disasters, my dear." Professor Trelawney entered her mystical mode, causing Louis to instinctively suckle the little flower tighter. He knew that Professor Trelawney's fortune-telling was exceptionally accurate in this state.

"A calamity of water and fire?" Draco leaned closer, puzzled. "The first project is already over, and the fire dragon has been brought back to Romania. How could there be any calamity of water and fire?"

Professor Trelawney didn't speak, only staring blankly at Louis, her two withered hands still tightly gripping him. After a long while, she suddenly released Louis, frowned, and looked at everyone, asking, "What did I just say?"

"No, you didn't say anything," Louis said immediately. He didn't want to hear any more prophecies—maybe he wasn't going to suffer any disasters, but what if Professor Trelawney's jinx made him suffer after she said that?

Next came the self-prediction phase, which was essentially a study session. Professor Trelawney was particularly pleased with Harry and Ron today, as they had been predicting their own terrible deaths in all sorts of creative ways. But she quickly grew quite annoyed when she heard Slytherin giggling as she explained the different ways Pluto interfered with daily life.

The biggest reason is that Ron and Harry, who have suddenly been behaving very well this semester, are secretly passing notes with their Slytherin classmates, making them giggle. It's impossible to have class now!

"I think some of us..." Professor Trelawney said in a low, mysterious voice—but this tone did not mask her current annoyance. She stared meaningfully at Harry, "Don't think I can't see your little tricks. If you were in my position right now, you would see every move below so clearly..."

"Well, I need to warn you, if you had seen what I saw during my crystal ball divination last night, you probably wouldn't be so reckless." Professor Trelawney murmured, reaching out her hands to grasp at the air. "Last night, as I sat here, engrossed in my needlework, I suddenly felt an irresistible urge to consult my crystal ball... When I sat before it, tell me, what did I see gazing at me?"

"Two dogs staring at each other?" Crabbe tried to lower his voice and whisper, which drew laughter from both the Slytherin and Gryffindor students—his attempt to lower his voice had clearly failed.

But Professor Trelawney was not offended. She looked at Crabbe with sorrow and pity—as if looking at a ephemeral mushroom: "It is death, dear..."

"Just tell me, Professor, which of us is going to die?" Draco asked impatiently. A year and a half had passed since he chose Trelawney's class, and he was already tired of hearing this trick.

Trelawney, annoyed by Draco's abrupt interruption, coughed and continued, "You might think I'm exaggerating—but I really saw it. I saw the Vulture of Death circling above Hogwarts Castle. I saw it, I saw the ferocity in its eyes. In this Triwizard Tournament, someone will definitely die!"

"Professor, I need to remind you that people die in every Triwizard Tournament, you don't need to tell me that," Harry suddenly said, though his expression was not good, as if he was relating it to himself.

"Oh, my dear," Professor Trelawney smiled, "Don't worry, death may not be relevant to you this year, but new life certainly is..."

"Blood of a Level Four Enemy, huh?" Louis chuckled to himself.

During dinner, Aslo hurriedly brought up the matter of Dobby and Gilgamesh coming to work at Hogwarts with Louis.

"That's a good thing," Louis nodded in approval.

Aslo didn't think so. He hated Dobby. In his view, it was an insult to the entire species to have to shamelessly take wages that didn't belong to them, as house-elves.

Emma comforted him for a long time, and even gave him two oranges. Aslo's tears welled up immediately.

"Miss...Miss's kindness is something Aslo can never repay in his lifetime..." Aslo held an orange in one hand and wiped away his tears haphazardly with the other.

"You mean my mother's kindness has compounded with interest?" Louis chuckled, turning to look at his mother and saying with a smile, "See, Mom? You're the modern-day Zhou Bapi... oh dear..."

He was only halfway through his sentence when Emma grabbed his ear and grabbed it tightly.

"You dared to talk nonsense!" Emma said angrily, almost tearing Louis's ear off. In the end, she released Louis's ear at Aslo's pleas.

It's obvious that Louis's ears have gotten bigger.

"Big-eared deer," Catherine remarked with a smile.

Leaving aside how Louis punished Catherine in his rage, the very next day, during the Transfiguration class where Gryffindor and Slytherin were both in the same house, Professor McGonagall suddenly dropped a bombshell that was quite unexpected for everyone.

Of course, before this news broke, Harry and Ron were having a sword fight in the back of the classroom, using two fake wands invented by George and Fred.

"Potter! Weasley!" Professor McGonagall's lips trembled as she pointed at them and roared, "When will you two ever grow up? Look at the things you've done! Even first-year students aren't as childish as you! Now! You two stand up right now and go stand at the back!"

"Men are boys until they die," Ron muttered to himself.

"I really wish you were half as mature as Mr. Mountbatten." Professor McGonagall sighed, and as she turned to look at Louis, she saw Louis use Transfiguration to conjure a hopping parrot that was jumping around on the table.

Professor McGonagall choked on what she wanted to say. After a long pause, she pointed to the back row and told Louise to stand there as well, while also deducting ten and five points from the two colleges respectively.

The blackboard was covered with neat handwriting, as meticulous as Professor McGonagall herself. On it was the assigned homework—try to give an example of how the Transfiguration Charm must be adjusted when performing a cross-species transformation.

Professor McGonagall stood in front of the blackboard and tapped it with a pointer that turned into a wand: "Pay attention, everyone. I have something to tell you, something very important—"

Halfway through his story, Harry's fake wand suddenly exploded—it was one of the twins' tricks; the losing wand would explode.

Professor McGonagall glared at Harry and continued, "The Christmas Ball is coming soon. It's a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament and a great opportunity for us to socialize with foreign guests. Here's the thing—the ball is only open to students in their fourth year and above, but of course, you can invite a younger student as your dance partner if you wish."

"Of course, younger students can also sit and watch," Professor McGonagall added at the end.

Harry was stunned. The news was too sudden, and he suddenly regretted breaking up with Ginny so early.

He should at least wait until after the ball. Now, who is he supposed to invite?

Ron wasn't worried at all; he had Hermione with him, so he wasn't afraid at all.

The students in the classroom all turned to look at Harry. Everyone knew that Harry had just gone through a breakup at the beginning of the semester. Seeing Harry's conflicted expression, they all tried to keep their faces from laughing out loud.

Finally, Lavender Brown couldn't hold back and burst out laughing, triggering a chain reaction, with his Indian friend Parvati also laughing out loud.

As a result, both of them were punished by being made to stand in the corner once.

"Please wear your formal gowns," Professor McGonagall continued. "The Christmas ball will be held in the Great Hall at five o'clock on Christmas Eve and will end at midnight. Listen..."

At this point, Professor McGonagall gave the students a sharp look: "The Christmas ball will undoubtedly give us the opportunity... well, to let our hair down and relax."

At this point, Professor Cat's tone became a little unnatural, a statement that clearly contradicted her usual persona.

Louis discreetly pulled a Snickers bar from his pocket and handed it to Harry, whispering, "Hungry? Have one—conquer Germany, be yourself!"

"I'm not some old bear..." Harry complained, but still took the Snickers bar.

Professor McGonagall continued from the platform, "What I just said does not mean that we will relax our requirements for Hogwarts students. I will be deeply saddened if any of you disgrace this school in any way!"

As she said this, Professor McGonagall kept her eyes fixed on Ron and Harry, as if she was convinced that the two of them would bring shame to the school.

At the same time, the bell rang, and Professor McGonagall told the other students to go first, but called Harry back.

Louis returned to his seat, and at that moment, Izayoi Sakuya also entered the classroom and began packing his schoolbag.

"I saw you were just punished by standing in the corner?" Sakuya asked in a low voice while tidying up her books.

"Well, class was so boring, so I conjured up a hopping parrot." As he spoke, Louis pointed, and his eraser transformed into a yellow, red, and green Cairn parrot, which was very pretty and quite cute.

As soon as it appeared, it started bouncing around on the table, like it had springs attached to it.

"You want to keep a parrot?" Sakuya asked very sensibly.

"I'm somewhat interested, but it's just a passing impulse." Louis shrugged. "Never mind, I'll ask Chromie later if there are any unusual parrot species in Azeroth—the animals there are, well, you know, more wild and resilient."

Sakuya didn't speak. After packing her bag, she glanced at Louis, who was staring intently at the parrot with his chin on his hand. Suddenly, she raised her head, pressed her hand to her nose, and blocked the outpouring of loyalty.

As they left the classroom, Harry followed listlessly. Seeing his dejected state, Louise asked curiously, "What's wrong, Harry? You seem a little unhappy?"

"Professor McGonagall said that traditionally, the ball is started by the champions and their partners..." Harry sniffed. "You know, I'm not good at dancing, and besides, Ginny and I broke up, so I don't know where to find a partner, oh dear..."

At this point, Harry scratched his head in frustration.

"What do you think of Elizabeth?" Louis immediately thought of his dear sister.

Harry thought for a moment, then decisively shook his head: "No, I've always considered Elizabeth a good brother..."

"Then who are you looking for?" Louis raised an eyebrow, turned the parrot in his hand back into an eraser, and stuffed it into Sakuya's tablet.

"I don't know either, God, it feels like you and Ron are both traitors, and I'm the only one exuding the fresh scent of a single dog," Harry said somewhat dejectedly. "I'd rather face that Hungarian hornet than invite a girl to the ball; that might be easier."

Just then, several girls passed by, staring at Harry and giggling.

"Have you ever seen a Western movie?" Louis suddenly asked.

Harry looked at Louis with a puzzled expression, wondering why he had suddenly asked such a question.

"I think you could learn their lassoing skills," Louis said, shrugging. "If you're shy, then this is the only, albeit not-so-ideal, solution we have."

"And what about you?" Harry suddenly asked. "You probably have much more trouble than me. You have so many girlfriends... who will you choose as your dance partner?"

(End of this chapter)