I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 278 Hermione Thrown into a Snowdrift

The energy potion worked very well; Louis felt more energetic than ever before.

The medicine tasted awful, but it was quite effective. This feeling was very strange. For some reason, Louis had a strong urge to have another sip.

Catherine was gloating on the sidelines when Emma shoved the remaining half-bottle of potion into her hand.

"You should drink some too, otherwise you'll be very sleepy tonight," Emma earnestly advised.

Louis watched as Catherine frowned, picked up the bottle, and saw from her expression that she clearly didn't want to drink it, but she didn't dare disobey Emma's wishes. So she closed her eyes, looked like she was bravely going to her death, and tilted her head back to drink it all in one gulp.

"How does it taste?" Louis asked gleefully.

"It's alright," Catherine said without changing her expression, but as Emma turned to leave, she immediately put on a bitter face.

After Emma left, everyone else followed her out, leaving only Catherine and Louise inside.

Louis couldn't hold back any longer and sat on the bed, bursting into laughter: "So you'd been putting on a brave face all along! I thought you actually thought that stuff tasted alright..."

"You drank it, how could you not know what it tasted like?" Catherine rolled her eyes at him and complained, "Aunt Emma, ​​really, I'm clearly not sleepy..."

"You're putting on quite a show," Louis chuckled. "Look at you, such a coward. If you don't like it, just say so. Why don't you dare to fight with your mom?"

"I want to fight you!" Catherine snapped, leaping up and tackling Louis onto the bed, grinding her teeth as she said viciously, "Tell me, what punishment do you want!"

"Come on, I won't resist." Louis spread his limbs, assuming a lying-down position. "Don't pity me just because I'm a delicate flower..."

His response was a dull thud; Catherine had punched him in the chest.

Louis coughed twice, and seeing that Catherine was about to hit him again, he quickly reached out and grabbed her small fist: "What are you doing? Are you trying to murder your husband?!"

"I'd better kill you as soon as possible, so I can have some peace of mind!" Catherine struggled a couple of times but couldn't break free from Louis's grasp. In desperation, she leaned over and bit Louis's neck.

"Ouch, let go, you wicked snake..."

It really hurt a bit; the senior student showed no mercy whatsoever, and Louis felt like his flesh was being bitten off.

"Ouch! Let me go!" Louis tried to break free with some force, but was afraid of hurting Catherine, so he could only plead for mercy in a soft voice.

Catherine gave a haughty snort with a nasal tone, and mumbled, "Will you dare to do it again?!"

"I won't do it again, I won't do it again..." Louis said sincerely.

"Will you dare to bully me again?" Catherine continued to ask.

"Of course I dare!" Louis said confidently, and while Catherine was stunned, he tilted his head and escaped from Catherine's silver teeth.

Having switched sides, he certainly wouldn't let this opportunity slip by. He flipped over and pinned Catherine down, letting out a wicked laugh: "Hehehe, Ms. Worley, it seems... you're the one on the losing end now."

To his surprise, Catherine didn't struggle or resist. Instead, she obediently rolled over, arching her peach-like body slightly to create a curvaceous pose. Tilting her head, she asked in a very sweet voice, "So, how will my little deer punish the disobedient Worley?"

Louis's face stiffened, barely suppressing the sudden surge of anger welling up inside him. He patted her waist and said, "Alright, alright, you win. Get up, we have to go to the auditorium later. We'll talk about the punishment when we get back tonight..."

"Hmph." Catherine turned to face him, reached out her long, slender hand, grabbed Louis's collar, and brought his face close. "Remember what you said, my little deer. Disobedient Worley is looking forward to it~"

"Alright, alright..." Louis jumped up as if he had been electrocuted, hunching over like a shrimp, and it took him a long time to stand up normally again.

An author named Zhang Mouhua once said that if something is too straight in some places, it has to bend in others.

Since it was Christmas, the family didn't plan to eat lunch at the office, but instead chose to enjoy a heartwarming lunch prepared by their house-elves together in the auditorium.

The table was piled high with turkeys, and there was a dazzling array of desserts, such as Christmas pudding, gingerbread, eggnog, and Kribichi Wizard Cookies. It was enough to make anyone's head spin.

Louis noticed Harry, who looked utterly dejected, nestled in Lylastrasa's arms, surrounded by students from various houses who were secretly watching him with envy.

Before Harry lay a mountain of food, undoubtedly Dobby's handiwork. And the rule at Hogwarts... the one Lewis suggested Snape to propose after enrolling, was that no food should be wasted; take only what you can eat.

It's easy to imagine what Harry was so desperate about that he felt he had no will to live.

"Merry Christmas, Harry, Lila... oh, and Ron, Hermione." Louis greeted everyone with a smile and pulled out four chocolates from his pocket with the words "Happy Christmas" written on them.

Generally speaking, the people of Seres in later generations had a misconception that "Merry Christmas" was a unique and fixed phrase. However, this is not the case. The earliest use of "merry" is said to have come from the works of the great writer Charles Dickens. Because he used it frequently, it became a trend.

But in reality, Louis's aunt always said "Happy Christmas" in her Christmas greetings every year.

"Happy Christmas..." the trio responded listlessly to Louise. As Harry's friends, Ron and Hermione shared the same problem—mountains of food piled up in front of them.

"Don't worry, it's just this much food," Louis said with a smile. "Eat up, Lila's here. She's a great helper who can handle any trouble you're facing."

Harry looked to Lylastrasa for help, and Lylastrasa whispered in his ear, "Don't forget, I'm a red dragon."

Harry was instantly fully recovered.

Ron remained sullen. Louise, with Catherine in tow, sat down in the Slytherin seats behind them and turned to ask, "What's wrong, Ron? Looking at your jade?"

"Mom mailed me a party dress," Ron stammered. "Good heavens, she must have ambushed me. She definitely did it on purpose. That dress is definitely not something I can wear, and there's lace too. Merlin's stockings, and they smell just like my grandma's clothes."

"What can we do? I think you should just make do with what you have, otherwise you won't have any clothes to wear..." Hermione said with a worried look. "I don't want my dance partner to go to the ball in casual clothes, that would be too embarrassing."

"I think wearing those effeminate clothes is even more embarrassing," Ron said reluctantly, poking at the fries on his plate with his fork, his dissatisfaction evident. "I really don't understand Mom's taste. How can a man wear those kinds of clothes?"

"Come on, Ronnie, my little darling." The twins snuggled up to Ron, draped their arms over his shoulders, and chatted amongst themselves, "That suit used to belong to Bill, and of course... Charlie wore it too, so it's only natural that it was passed down to you..."

"And what about you two?" Ron asked, glancing sideways.

"Of course we have that too, what are you thinking? She's our mother." Fred looked at Ron with pity. "What you have, I'll have exactly the same..."

"However, I'm usually quite prescient," George grinned at Fred. "I anticipated Mother's terrible taste, so I spent sixty-three Galleons to have three formal gowns made by Madam Malkin, and of course, one for our little Ronnie."

As he spoke, Fred pulled a suit out from behind his back: "Ta-da... Look, this is the suit your brothers prepared for you—don't worry, this is the first big event in your life, we won't play any pranks on you."

Fred spoke with great seriousness, so Ron naturally believed him and reached out to take the suit.

As a result, a middle finger with a raised fist popped out of the tuxedo with the words "You're too trusting, little Ronnie" written on it.

"You two bastards, give me back my feelings..." Ron laughed and cried at the sight of the middle finger, only to be shocked by a current that made his hair stand on end.

"You're so silly! How could we not put something extra in the gift we gave you!" The twins laughed heartily, clapping their hands three times in the air, making a loud noise.

"You two!" Ron was furious, but remembering how timely they had been to him, he let the prank slide. He carefully picked up his clothes to check them, but Hermione stopped him.

She took out her wand and touched the dress.

"Revelio! (The true form is revealed)"

As the incantation was recited, the base of the fist made a soft "poof" sound, then fell off the clothes and onto the ground.

Hermione turned back and gave the two pranksters a defiant look, then held up a finger and shook it.

"We've been provoked, Fred." George turned to look at Fred.

Fred said to George, "Of course I know, George, but this is a good thing. It means our little Ronnie finally has someone to protect him!"

"Alright, we're off then. Have a great dance, you two." The twins waved and walked to a table some distance away, where Angelina was waiting for Fred.

While they were chatting, Lylastrasa was devouring the mountain of food piled up in front of the three of them with a very elegant yet swift pace. By the time she turned around, most of the food had been eaten.

"I have to admit, your dance partner..." Ron stared at the empty plate in front of him, "is indeed very impressive."

"Right!" Harry smiled smugly, delighted that his best friend was praising his dance partner.

The atmosphere in Slytherin was even more cheerful than in Gryffindor, except this time the focus was on Crabbe and Goyle. Unlike the others, this peach can and beer bottle duo was not lucky; they didn't have dance partners.

But the laughter soon died down. Right before everyone's eyes, two younger girls came over and invited the two to the dance. The two accepted almost without hesitation. After the two girls left happily, they acted extremely cheerful, standing tall and proud like Wang Yousheng reviewing troops.

Louis was really afraid that the two of them would say, "Oh, I won!" Otherwise, he might have to send someone over to slap them and yell, "You damn beast, what did you win?"

Also for the guests from these two houses, Hogwarts specially recreated the snowball fight activity from previous years—as for why it wasn't about building snowmen, don't be ridiculous, do you expect to calm down these energetic and restless teenagers? It's better to let them run wild outside.

To paraphrase Zhang Xiaohua, Louis's favorite author from his previous life, it was like a wild dog that had broken free of its reins.

In the afternoon, the event officially began, and the snow-covered grounds were instantly filled with students. Catherine didn't want to participate in the snowball fight, so she asked Sakuya to sit with her on a stone bench and make tea.

Hermione was the same; she just wanted to watch how everyone was enjoying their youth, not join in. However, she sat in a rather dangerous spot watching Harry and Ron have a snowball fight, very close to the battlefield.

But she quickly lost interest. Ron and Harry, those two rascals, chuckled and came over, lifted her up despite her struggles, and headed towards the biggest snowdrift.

"You two bastards!" Hermione screamed at the top of her lungs. "Let me go! Let me go! Don't throw me into the snow!"

But it was no use. These two were not the type to show mercy to women. Ignoring Hermione's loud pleas, they threw her into a high snowdrift and then added insult to injury by piling the cold snow into a high mound.

It's true that there's some personal grudge involved; it seems the two of them have had a deep-seated resentment about the SPEW Association for a long time, and this is just the beginning of it.

I hope Hermione is alright.

Catherine couldn't stand it anymore, so she took Sakuya over and dug Hermione out of the snowdrift like a potato shovel.

"Waaaaah... Catherine..." Hermione cried and hugged Catherine. She was really angry. It was so cold in the snowdrift. Her little face was red from the cold and looked like it was about to crack.

"Alright, Hermione, it's alright now." Catherine touched Hermione's hair, which was still cold from being soaked in snow. She gave Ron and Harry a sharp look and said coldly, "You two really went too far. Hermione has to go to the ball later. What if she catches a cold? Especially you, you red squirrel, are you planning to dance by yourself?"

(End of this chapter)