I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 279 Catherine (Limited-Time Dress)

The two who were being reprimanded remained silent, their presence too overwhelming for them to even dare to utter a word.

Furthermore, they were in the wrong to begin with, bullying a fifteen-year-old comrade. Is that okay? No, it's not.

Hermione was still shivering in Catherine's arms. She was really freezing. The snow on her neck had already melted, and icy water was running down her skin. The chilling sensation made her extremely uncomfortable.

The two naughty boys poked each other and then surrounded Hermione, apologizing to her.

The magnanimous Hermione chose to forgive them. After all, it was best to maintain harmony at this time, and any scores could be settled later that night.

After playing for a short while, around three o'clock, Catherine called Louis to hurry back to the office.

"It's so early, I haven't had enough fun yet," Louis complained as he slammed a snowball into Seamus Finigan, sending him sprawling on his back.

Immediately afterwards, a snowball flew over and hit Catherine squarely on the back of the head.

The air in the entire area suddenly froze, and even the snowball fight stopped. Durmstrang, who was not far away, was still unaware of what was happening and continued to throw snowballs at the Gryffindors who were standing there like silly deer.

No one knows who threw the ball of blood that hit Catherine, but everyone is certain it wasn't Slytherin.

Catherine glanced back, said nothing, just patted the snow off her hair, bit her lip and looked at Louis: "Let's go back quickly. Aunt Emma just asked Aslo to pass on a message to me, saying there's still so much to prepare, and she's worried there won't be enough time."

"Alright then." Louise clicked her tongue, turned around to say goodbye to her Slytherin classmates, and then left with Catherine.

Along the way, you can see Gryffindor battling Durmstrang, Beauxbatons sitting quietly on a bench, some painting, some drinking tea, and most ridiculously, one knitting.

How should I put it? As expected of a girl, even her hobbies are so quiet.

He's different from those guys who just run around like wild dogs.

Inside the castle, many students were also busy, but not decorating the Great Hall—that task was left to the house-elves. The students were mainly busy hugging Merlin's feet temporarily and randomly finding a dance partner.

Many people paired up on the spot, and Louis even saw the Indian sisters grab younger boys to attend the dance with them.

The butterfly effect applies here. Logically, their dance partners should have been Harry and Ron, but because of Lewis's presence, the two brothers didn't lack dance partners at all.

It can't really be called a butterfly; given Louis's size, it's more like an eagle.

Back in the office, Eagle was pulled aside by Emma, ​​while Catherine took Christa back to the bedroom.

Seeing his mother dressed casually, Louis couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong, Mom? Didn't anyone invite you to the ball?"

"I'm not interested in these kinds of social occasions," Emma replied casually.

Louis looked enlightened and pointed at his mother, saying, "You must have said that because no one invited you, like the fox in the fable who couldn't reach the grapes..."

"Please don't say that, Master," Sakuya immediately came to Emma's rescue. "Actually, quite a few older students have invited her, but she didn't agree. You underestimate her charm."

"According to seniority, you should actually call her Madam, Sakuya," Louis casually remarked.

He's always been capable of courting death.

As soon as Louis finished speaking, Emma grabbed his ear.

"You little brat, who are you calling old?" Emma's eyes were sharp as knives. Louis had no doubt that if he dared to call Emma "old lady" again, his mother would definitely recreate Ivan the Terrible's famous scene.

Don't underestimate a woman's sensitivity to the word "old".

"It's just a name, Mom, please be gentle, you're going to break my ear..." Louis quickly begged for mercy, showering her with compliments as if they were free, "You really look young, you don't look like my mom when you walk next to me, you look more like my sister..."

"Hmph..." Emma pinched his ear, then let go and gestured for Sakuya to bring over the things on the desk.

Sakuya understood, walked over, and handed the item to Emma. Emma took it, looking at the item with some satisfaction, and said to the curious Louis, "This was sent by your grandfather through Emerys. Look at it, an honorary commodore of the Royal Navy. Also, it seems that Sister Lilybe is really good to you."

Louis was a little confused about who "Sister Lilybe" was when his mother mentioned her. It took him a while to realize that she was his aunt.

Oh right, although my mom is young, she is a senior member of the family. Even my cousin Charlie, who is nearly fifty, has to respectfully call her Aunt Emma.

As Louis took the shiny gold single shoulder patch from his mother, he suddenly remembered that famous joke.

"I remembered a joke, Mom," Louis said.

"Hmm?" Emma raised an eyebrow, showing great interest in what Louis was saying. "Tell me about it."

Louis coughed twice, suppressing the urge to laugh, and told his mother, "A young man joined the army and went home to ask his general father, 'Dad, will I be able to become a general someday?'"

His general father smiled and patted his head, replying confidently, "Of course, my good boy."

"Can I become a marshal?" the boy asked innocently again.

To everyone's surprise, his father immediately shook his head in denial: "Oh no, that's impossible. The marshals also had their own sons..."

Emma immediately understood the meaning of the satirical joke. She laughed for a long time, then said breathlessly, "Looks like there's some truth to this joke. Look, you're the perfect example of it now."

"I really did bleed, risk my life, and even act cute for the Royal Navy, okay?" Louis rolled his eyes at his mother. "Some of the Snape potions I gave to Grandpa were used on the warships, and everyone said they were great... At least those old warships no longer need repairs, saving a lot of money. It wouldn't be right not to give me a reward, would it?"

As he spoke, Louis looked into the open bag and saw the military uniform.

"I say, doesn't this feel a bit like a handpicked appointment?" Louis picked up the understatedly luxurious bag. "Besides, isn't it inappropriate to wear a military uniform to a magical ball?"

"You're asking me about your family's rules?" Emma, ​​well-versed in the principles of receiving, neutralizing, and releasing, used a rhetorical question to shift the blame.

Louis shrugged, indicating that he couldn't argue with his own mother.

To be honest, it's not too far-fetched for an honorary brigadier general to suddenly be parachuted into the UK. Back when my grandfather joined the army, he was often ridiculed as a "royal brat born with an officer's insignia." Now, it's true that like grandfather, like grandson.

Sakuya took the bag from Louis, opened it with practiced ease, and pulled out the particularly understated yet luxurious military uniform—the discerning Louis immediately recognized it as a simplified version of the Royal Navy admiral's uniform.

There was also a small note written by Grandpa, which meant that this was something he had worn years ago, and he passed it on to Louis so that Louis wouldn't embarrass him.

"It's my grandfather's style." Louis sighed, fiddling with the gold embellishments on his chest, and said with strong resistance, "No way, I absolutely refuse to wear this to a ball. What's the point? It's not a wedding..."

"I have no objection." Emma walked to the side and sat down, picking up her hot tea and taking a sip. "I suggest you listen to your grandfather, otherwise the old man will definitely be very angry."

Louis waved his hand dismissively: "Don't worry, Mom, he's not coming to the ball, how would he know what I'm wearing? If you don't tell, and I don't tell, who will know?"

"But your grandfather told me to record your dancing." Emma then pulled out a video camera from somewhere. "Look, I had Professor Dumbledore modify it so it works perfectly at Hogwarts..."

"How can you be so cruel to your son?" Louis complained helplessly.

Emma covered her mouth and chuckled softly: "Isn't this a mother like that you're seeing now?"

What you said makes so much sense, I'm speechless... Louis could only give his mother two thumbs up and silently think, "Old ginger is spicier."

Of course, he would never dare to say such a thing out loud, otherwise his mother would definitely throw a big stick at him and send him to the dance, which would be a huge loss.

He never expected that only Ron would encounter such a predicament, but Ron's troubles were solved by his two older brothers, while he had no one to help him.

Just as she was feeling embarrassed, the bedroom door opened, and Catherine, dressed in her finest attire, walked out of the room. Emma, ​​standing beside her with a half-smile, said, "See? You're not as generous as Catherine."

That's true, but Emma's perspective didn't show Catherine's right hand tucked behind her back, nervously clutching her skirt.

Catherine was actually a conservative girl. Although she chose an off-the-shoulder dress, it was a faux two-piece green evening gown with a white striped shirt, blocking the view of her best features. A huge green and white bow was tied at her neckline, her favorite color and the representative color of Slytherin House. The dress was very fitted, showing off her slender waist and exquisite curves in full view of Louis.

Catherine's arms were adorned with her usual long-sleeved white lace gloves, a timeless accessory that, like the green bow headdresses on either side, remained unchanged.

Louis was indeed stunned. Catherine was already a stunning beauty, and after this makeover, she looked even more beautiful.

No matter how many times I've watched it, I can never get enough of it.

Catherine, of course, noticed Louis's somewhat dazed expression. She was quite pleased, and with a graceful twirl of her skirt, smiled and asked, "How is it? Does it look good?"

"Hiss..." Louis sniffed, praising repeatedly, "Beautiful, absolutely beautiful!"

"Hmph." Catherine gave a satisfied snort, walked up to Louis, and seeing that he was still dressed in his Hogwarts school uniform robes, she couldn't help but frown slightly. "Why haven't you changed yet?"

"You should ask your boyfriend. He refused to change out of the suit his grandfather had prepared for him," Emma said sarcastically. "When you were changing in the room, he kept making a fuss and telling me he didn't want to change."

"Oh?" Catherine's curiosity was piqued, and she asked, puzzled, "Is that outfit really that bad? But then again, there's such a big age gap between Little Deer and Grandpa, there must be a generation gap in their aesthetic tastes, maybe he really just doesn't appreciate it?"

Louis was deeply moved. Catherine's first thought was to defend him, saying that such a good girl was hard to find even with a lantern.

"Hey, Sakuya." Emma stretched out her long, slender finger and drew a circle in the air. "Go, pick up that outfit and show it to Catherine. Let's see if her little deer has a generational gap in taste with her grandfather, or if this little deer just doesn't know what's good for her!"

Sakuya, of course, would not disobey Emma's orders. She picked up the dress and showed it to Catherine, who changed her mind almost instantly.

"I don't care what you think, you have to wear this outfit to the ball with me today!" Catherine's eyes flashed with an indescribable determination, which made Louis a little scared. The last time he saw her so determined was when she was learning lightning magic—no, even Catherine back then wasn't as fanatical as she was now.

"My illustrious reputation will be ruined by my grandfather sooner or later." Louis sighed, then beckoned to Sakuya, "Let's go inside and change..."

The tone evoked a sense of desolation and the chill of the Yi River.

"Keep an eye on him, don't let him get away," Emma added to Sakuya.

Louis looked back helplessly. Was trust between people really that fragile?

On such an important day, there's no need for him to run away, otherwise Catherine would be chasing him all over the world with her wand.

Despite his psychological resistance, Louis's actions were actually quite honest. With Sakuya's help, it took him almost half an hour to finally put on the naval uniform.

Of course, the shoulder insignia he wore were those of a brigadier general, not his grandfather's marshal insignia—his grandfather wasn't dead yet, how could he take over so quickly? Besides, even Dai Ying, who ruled as a hereditary ruler, wasn't old enough...

Unless he can suddenly ascend to the throne, it's generally not a possibility.

He only got the position because he saved billions of pounds every year, plus his aunt's doting on him.

(End of this chapter)