I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 274 Harry's Plea for Help

Snape's punches were quite impressive; at least Harry and Ron were speechless at that moment.

Even if they had something to say, they couldn't say it. Who knew what Snape might do to those two in a fit of anger?

Recently, due to the Triwizard Tournament being held at Hogwarts, Mr. Nolovgood has found an excuse to stay at school with his daughter. He is currently sitting next to Akko, supervising her studies.

It should be said that Mr. Lovegood was not the kind of person who spoiled his children; at least in terms of the overall direction, Lovegood did not intend to slack off.

So you could see Mr. Lovegood sitting there leisurely licking his ice cream, while Akko, her face beaming with joy, diligently doing her homework next to her father.

Judging from the force with which she almost tore the paper, emmmm, I'm not sure what to say.

Days passed by, and Christmas drew ever closer. Finally, after much agonizing waiting, the final Transfiguration exams were over.

This is what is meant by "involution." After hearing that Professor Snape was still conducting Transfiguration exams, the usually strict Professor McGonagall followed Snape's lead. Soon after, Headmaster Sprout and Headmaster Flitwick also announced that they would be conducting Herbalism and Charms exams at the end of the term.

This was tough on the students, who had to suppress their frustration and focus on their studies. The only bright spot was that Emma, ​​their Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, didn't plan to assign any papers or give any exams.

As a result, Emma became even more popular among her classmates.

But Emma said that the Defense Against the Dark Arts on the exam paper was all theoretical, and the real Defense Against the Dark Arts would be tested in practice—fortunately, she announced that the overall test would be held at the end of the next semester.

While breathing a sigh of relief, the students grew to like their young, beautiful, and gentle Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher even more.

After a fresh snowfall, the silver-clad landscape transformed Hogwarts into a fairytale campus. The Hogwarts teachers and students were not idle; before the holiday arrived, they decided to showcase the ancient castle in its best form.

The school began to be decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and some students even brought many unique and beautiful trinkets from home. It must be said that even Dumbledore had never seen such beautiful decorations on campus. The marble railings were covered with icicles that would never melt, and some were even skillfully carved into the shapes of various magical creatures. Perhaps this was the suggestion of an old friend of Dumbledore's—yes, today we will be welcoming a Hufflepuff alumnus, Mr. Newt Scamander.

Only Newt would have such enthusiasm for magical creatures.

Besides attending the Christmas dinner, he came specifically to see Louis—mainly to thank him for designing the Scamander character and to recommend more magical creatures to him.

Twelve magical Christmas trees were set up in the auditorium, decorated with all sorts of quirky little trinkets by the students, making it look very festive. Louise's favorite were the glittering little owls; they were all enchanted, looking exactly like real animals, even chirping, and they were very friendly. If you reached out to touch them, they would chirp, which was very pleasant.

Meanwhile, the armor in the castle wasn't idle either; they were all temporarily used as laborers. Someone had cast a spell on them, but whenever someone passed by, they would start singing Christmas carols. And like AI, they could be fed songs; for example, the armor next to Louis's office was fed a Highborne elegy by Kristasar—one might think someone had opened Sylvanas's locket.

The main reason is that this song is just too terrifying. It's a funeral song, and when you sing it, it sounds like "I'll give you 120 strings of cash." The atmosphere is really well done, especially when a ghost is passing by.

As long as Nick wasn't carrying his head, it wasn't really that scary.

The other armors weren't so smart; most could only sing half the lyrics, and some didn't even know what came next after singing "Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way."

"These suits of armor are really stupid," Draco commented, looking at the armor with disdain. "Even Neville, the little troll of Gryffindor, is much smarter than them!"

Harry overheard this and the two even had a fight. The result was that Harry's front teeth grew like a rabbit's, while Draco grew a fox's tail.

This made them even more famous. The names of Raco and Rabbit became instant hits at Hogwarts. When they were hospitalized with Madam Pomfrey, several girls from Beauxbatons even came to visit them.

"So, do you have a dance partner yet?" Draco asked Harry casually, lying on the hospital bed with his legs crossed, enjoying the grapes Pansy peeled for him.

Harry crossed his arms in a huff and turned away from him.

"If you can't find anyone else, I think you'll be the most disgraceful kid in all of Hogwarts," Draco continued, adding fuel to the fire and provoking Harry.

Harry remained silent, staring blankly at the hospital bed in front of him, thinking to himself, "I'm not listening to this nonsense."

If Pansy hadn't been there, he definitely would have pulled out his wand and conjured a fox tail for Draco.

"I heard that Weeping Myrtle always hides in that girls' restroom on the third floor," Draco continued teasing Harry, grinning from ear to ear. "I think if you really can't get anyone to invite you, you could try inviting Weeping Myrtle. That would create quite a stir... Just imagine, the next day, the Daily Prophet's headline would be 'Hogwarts' Champion Dates a Ghost,' good heavens... what kind of Lockhart plot is this?"

"Langlock!"

Harry finally lost his temper. He could no longer hold back and drew his wand to cast a Tongue-Sealing and Throat-Locking Curse.

"Protego!"

Pansy was quick as well. Everyone had been specially trained by Louis's Mirror World, and when it came to sparring, they were evenly matched.

"I think you want your teeth to grow even longer," Draco snorted. "Fine, for Louis's sake, I'll let it go."

Just then, Ron entered with Hermione and a group of Gryffindor classmates. Seeing the unfriendly atmosphere in the ward, Ron walked over and loudly asked, "What's wrong? Did this fox bully you?"

"No, we were just chatting," Harry coughed, "we talked about some sensitive topics, and he told me not to say anything more."

"Oh." Ron still looked at Draco with some suspicion, but since Harry had said so, he had no reason to make a fuss, so the matter was dropped.

Harry was in a good mood that night, but by the next day, his expression had clearly sombered.

He knocked on Louis's office door and walked in looking dejected.

Louis asked Sakuya to make him a cup of hot tea and told him to sit down and talk slowly.

Remilia, like a little adult, came over, looking at Harry with her big, adorable eyes. With one hand on her hip and the other patting her nonexistent chest, she said with an air of self-assurance, "What trouble are you in, little Harry? Don't worry, just tell Miss Remilia..."

As a result, she was choked by Louis's chop to the neck and pitifully went to the corner to crouch down and defend herself.

"Looks like you got rejected." Louis clicked his tongue. "The sorrow and misery on your face are so palpable, it's like peeling off a mask of pain."

"I suddenly don't like Cedric anymore," Harry said, looking aggrieved.

"But they were here first," Louis said somewhat helplessly. "You know what it means to be in a good position. They're a Hufflepuff prefect, and besides, they've known each other for a long time. Back then, you were just grinning like an idiot at the Golden Snitch..."

Harry looked up at Louis with a resentful expression. What did he mean by just staring at the Golden Snitch and grinning like an idiot?

But he knew that Louis was right; that was indeed how he was back then.

"It's so embarrassing," Harry said, holding a cup of hot tea. "I feel so ashamed, like my insides are being squeezed out of my body. It's so uncomfortable, so incredibly uncomfortable..."

"How about..." Louis rubbed his chin, "I introduce you to someone? What kind of girl do you want to go to the dance with?"

"Beautiful!" Harry replied without hesitation.

He then felt a little embarrassed, stammered twice, and then said nothing more.

"How superficial," Louis chuckled. "But I'm the same way. I'm superficial too; I just like pretty things..."

As he spoke, he called out Chromie from inside the house.

"What's wrong?" Chromie poked her head out; she was playing Warcraft on her computer.

Speaking of Warcraft, one cannot help but mention Louis's shady dealings in the Muggle world. He sent people to simultaneously acquire Condor and Blizzard, and then "sent" them to the UK...

Otherwise, we'll have to collect some copyright fees from them eventually.

In short, despite a series of bugs exploiting the Bronze Dragon, Warcraft III: The Frozen Throne was released in October—and the hardware was up to par; the Bronze Company, owned by Mountbatten, now produces computers with performance comparable to ordinary computers from around 2005.

So playing Warcraft III now is no problem. The story text was written by Chromie, the Bronze Dragonflight himself. Chromie often went back to eavesdrop on what Arthas and Jaina said at the gates of Stratholme.

Of course, that's all for later; the most urgent thing is to find Harry a playmate as soon as possible.

"My brother needs a dance partner, do you have any good options?" Louis asked bluntly.

Chromie looked Harry up and down, frowned, and asked, "Your brother seems like a fine guy, doesn't seem to have any flaws—what, can't find a girlfriend?"

"It's not that we couldn't find him," Louis shrugged. "Actually, we were just a step too late, and someone beat us to it. Otherwise, with his looks, he would definitely have had no problem."

"Let me think about it for you... what kind of person does he like?" Chromie asked.

"It looks good," Louis replied. "Is that a good reason?"

"Indeed." Chromie nodded, chuckling. "I know quite a few red and green dragons who are interested in little boys like Harry... but I'm afraid Harry might not be able to handle it..."

"Red dragons and green dragons?" Harry seized on this question immediately, shaking his head and saying, "No, no, dragons... uh, I can't handle them..."

He thought it was a dragon like the Hungarian tree bee.

"I was talking about dragons, not fire dragons," Chromie immediately corrected Harry. "Actually, I'm a dragon too. Look over there, Kristastha, she's a red dragon."

"Huh? Kristastha... she's a dragon..." Harry seemed to feel like his worldview had been completely shattered. He immediately said, "I take back what I just said. If all red dragons were as beautiful as Kristastha, of course I'd have no problem with it."

"Okay, I'll go back and contact you right away." Chromie slapped his forehead and disappeared from Louis's office.

The bronze dragon moved swiftly; Chromie was back in Louis's office almost instantly. She pulled a stack of photos from her pocket and handed them to Harry.

"Look, these are all beauties from the Dragon Aspects..." Chromie said, noticing Harry staring intently at a dark-haired beauty. She immediately snatched the photo back. "No, I don't recommend you choose Onyxia... Well, you wouldn't be able to handle her."

"Listen to me, Harry, you really can't handle this woman," Louis nodded solemnly. "She's the Black Dragon Princess, and when she gets cunning, she's even more shrewd than Delilah. I suggest you don't become Samson the Hercules..."

Harry, of course, knew the story, and he readily agreed to stop thinking about the Black Dragon Princess and instead started looking at other photos.

Honestly, the humanoid forms that the guardian dragons transformed into were all incredibly good-looking. Harry almost instantly forgot about Cho Chang, the woman from Hogwarts. No way, he really didn't know her…

He was a little overwhelmed by the choices.

Finally, Harry chose a red-haired woman who looked particularly mature from the three photos and handed her to Chromie.

Chromie took the photo, making two loud clicking sounds. He glanced up at Harry and said in a teasing tone, "Tsk tsk, you kid... not bad taste. Lyrastasa is one of the most beautiful red dragons in the Red Dragonflight, and she doesn't even have a mate yet..."

"Wait a minute!" Louis noticed the blind spot in her words. "You mean, there are other people here who aren't single?"

"Oh, no, not at all." Chromie shook her head in denial. "Do I look like that kind of person? Besides, Harry's your brother, I couldn't possibly betray him, could I?"

"That's true." Louise agreed with Chromie, then turned to Harry. "Are you sure? You've got your eye on Lyrastassa?"

Harry nodded eagerly.

(End of this chapter)