I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 282 The Trap Was Successfully Set

Even for Karkaroff, the principal of Durmstrang, ten thousand Galleons was not a small sum, and he certainly couldn't ignore it.

As for the Weasley twins? They were just sixth-grade students; Karkaroff didn't take them seriously at all. In his eyes, the Weasley twins were nothing more than a little mischievous.

Durmstrang has no naughty students, but Karkaroff has personally dealt with villains who used auguries to cut out the bones of their classmates.

Of course, this isn't exactly what Durmstrang defines as bad; for Durmstrang, it's just standard procedure.

"Of course it's true, Headmaster Karkaroff." Louis smiled elegantly, glancing at Dumbledore. "If you don't believe me, you can ask Professor Dumbledore if I can keep this bet."

Dumbledore immediately replied, "Ah, yes, in his first year, Lewis donated thirty million pounds to the school in his own name, which is about six million Galleons."

The relaxed tone suggested a magnanimous attitude, as if the speaker didn't care about such a small amount of money.

In an instant, everyone sitting at the table stared wide-eyed. Viktor's breathing became slightly heavy. He glanced at Catherine, then at Louis, and suddenly understood why such a beautiful and capable girl would submit to such a young, effeminate man.

Although he had heard bits and pieces of information about Louis's deeds before, Viktor clearly didn't believe it.

The way the girls from other schools looked at Louis changed. The Durmstrang girl next to Vasily practically stared at Louis, her eyes burning with a desire to devour him.

Who doesn't love rich guys? The key is that they're also quite handsome.

"I am certainly willing to believe Mr. Mountbatten," Karkaroff immediately reassured himself. "I have also heard about Mr. Mountbatten's family background. So let's settle on that. Thank you for giving me this opportunity."

"And what if you lose?" Louis raised an eyebrow. "Of course, I'm not looking down on you. After all, this is a bet. Even if you're a sure winner, you should still give those twins a little carrot on the stick as a reward, shouldn't you?"

Karkaroff stared at Louis for a long time, then grinned and burst into laughter: "Hahaha... Alright, let's do it Mr. Mountbatten's way. As a headmaster, I have that much magnanimity... So, if I lose to the twins, I will personally donate one thousand Galleons to the two students—of course, please forgive me for not having your wealth, Mr. Mountbatten; one thousand Galleons is already a considerable sum for me."

He wasn't ashamed that he wasn't as rich as Louis, after all, everyone knew Louis was incredibly wealthy, even the goblins of Gringotts might not have his fortune, so... it wasn't anything shameful.

To be fair, he wasn't wrong; a thousand Galleons was indeed not a small sum for him.

"Then it's settled." Louis said with a smile, snapped his fingers, and Sakuya, dressed in a very formal and traditional British maid outfit, appeared behind him in a flash.

Karkaroff narrowed his eyes slightly. He hadn't seen how Sakuya had appeared. In other words, this maid who looked like a pretty face might have the ability to threaten his safety.

There's a saying that goes, "I don't want to know how you came to be, I just want to know how I died." That's exactly what Karkaroff is thinking right now.

"Go and fetch the Weasley twins," Louis ordered.

Sakuya gave a slight bow to indicate that she understood, then turned and called the twins over.

Even with so many principals sitting there, the twins showed no sign of stage fright. They flanked Louis, one on each side, and asked with grins, "Hey, Louis, what's up?"

"I have a big job for you two." Louis chuckled and gestured to Professor Karkaroff, "This is Principal Karkaroff of Durmstrang. I think you two should know him—here's the thing, Principal Karkaroff doesn't believe no one can catch you two while you're out at night, so he made a bet with me. If you two win, he'll pay you a thousand Galleons. How about it, are you in?"

The twins exchanged a glance. Openly challenging a school principal? They'd never experienced anything like it before. So, they both said in unison, "Of course, no problem! What do we do?"

Judging from their excited expressions, they clearly can't wait any longer.

"Well, there's no rush. As you know, it's a ball now. We'll discuss it after the ball," Louis said with a smile, gesturing for them not to be in a hurry. "Of course, you two can start preparing now. After all, Principal Karkaroff is used to dealing with those naughty students, and you two don't want to get caught and subjected to some Durmstrang-style punishment, do you?"

"Ahem, Mr. Mountbatten, we Durmstrang do not punish students physically." Headmaster Karkaroff smiled in a very Snape-like manner, his fierce appearance clearly indicating he was no good person.

Louis just wanted to say, "I don't believe you for a second. You old geezer, you're a terrible man. If you can refrain from physically punishing your students, then I, Louis, am a devoted man."

It seems that Louis has a pretty accurate self-assessment; at least he recognizes his shortcomings, which is commendable.

Everyone at the table was staring at Louis and Principal Karkaroff, except for Fleur's dance partner, Roger Davis from Ravenclaw, who was still intently watching Fleur, even poking his cheek with a fork of cake, which caused a burst of laughter from the students who saw it.

This kid, I didn't know until I looked at him, and I was shocked. He actually has the potential to be a Boiling Sheep.

Mrs. Maxim was equally oblivious to what was happening here. She didn't care whether Karkaroff would suffer a setback or whether the twins would be caught and punished by Karkaroff. Her eyes were fixed on the faculty desk... Oh, Hagrid was sitting there, no longer wearing that fluffy brown suit, but instead wearing a very well-fitting, sharp formal suit.

His messy hair was neatly combed, and his beard was even carefully braided into several small braids, giving Hagrid, this burly man, a touch of cuteness.

Emma sat beside him, resting her chin on her hand and gazing at Louis in a daze, presumably Hagrid's elaborate outfit was her doing.

Seeing that Mrs. Maxim was staring in their direction, Emma quickly reached out and nudged Hagrid. Hagrid paused for a moment, looked down, and Emma, ​​without saying anything, pointed at Mrs. Maxim.

Hagrid turned his head and saw that Mrs. Maxim was also looking at him.

The innocent little giant was a little at a loss. He awkwardly scratched his head, revealed a simple smile, and then stretched out a large hand to wave to Mrs. Maxim. Mrs. Maxim also waved back, and the huge opal ring on her hand shone brightly in the candlelight.

Louis noticed the subtle exchange between Hagrid and Mrs. Maxime and whispered something to Catherine. Catherine looked up curiously and saw Hagrid's face, which was as red as an apple.

"Why is he blushing?" Catherine asked suspiciously.

For some reason, Louis blurted out, "Full of energy."

He wasn't wrong. Hagrid was indeed in a radiant state, more excited than anyone else—except Dean Thomas. He was the most excited and happiest person at the ball, after all, his dance partner was the most beautiful girl in Beauxbatons. From the beginning until now, his expression had been as happy as if he had found hundreds of dollars... no, in the wizarding world, it should be said that he found hundreds of Galleons.

"Radiant?" Catherine thought for a moment, then suddenly realized, "You mean the power of love, right? No wonder, Hagrid really should find a girlfriend. Sigh... why aren't we as observant as Mom?"

"Mom?" Louis didn't react for a moment, then realized that Catherine was talking about Emma, ​​and he immediately teased, "What, can't wait to call me Mom?"

"Isn't your mother my mother? Don't be so naive." Catherine was no longer the girl who would blush at the slightest teasing. After so many years of being tormented by Louis, she had developed a strong immunity to it.

"You're right," Louis chuckled softly. "You asked why we're not as attentive as Mom... Perhaps that's why she's the darling of Hogwarts?"

As they spoke, Louis noticed that both Professor Snape and Sirius were wearing brand new robes.

What's most remarkable is that the two didn't fight today. For the first time ever, they sat together and chatted idly, though Professor Snape was very meticulous, while Sirius was the only one laughing.

Perhaps because it was a happy day, the two of them didn't think about how to fight like Tom and Jerry.

It seems they're not talking about Snape's embarrassing moments from back then, otherwise Snape wouldn't be so serious.

However, Louis was certain that the hat Professor McGonagall was wearing was not a gift from her mother, after all, her mother's taste wasn't that cruelly inhuman...

It's truly baffling how someone as meticulous as Professor Cat could have such terrible taste... Perhaps it's because when Merlin opens a door for you (Transfiguration), he closes a window for you (aesthetic sense)?

Tom and Jerry also came to Hogwarts today. Sakuya led them to eat at the faculty seating area, and they were going to have them perform later.

Amidst laughter and conversation, everyone finished their food. Dumbledore stood up and told the students to stand up as well. Then, with a flick of his wand, he sent some of the tables flying to the wall, creating an empty space in the middle.

With a wave of his hand, he conjured up a tall stage against the right wall, on which sat a drum set, several guitars, a lute (also known as a zither), a cello, and several organs.

At that moment, one of the most famous bands in the Wizarding World—the Eccentric Sisters—rushed onto the stage, and the audience erupted in thunderous applause.

If I had to make an analogy, it would probably be like the Beatles of the wizarding world? Maybe, anyway, Louis isn't very familiar with wizarding music.

Their hair was particularly thick, as if they hadn't evolved completely. You could say the hair was thick, but they also wore deliberately torn black robes, which was somewhat unsightly.

The eccentric sisters walked to their respective instruments and picked them up one by one. At the same time, the lights on the other tables were turned off, leaving only the lights on the dance floor shining brightly.

The warriors stood up and walked onto the dance floor.

"Let's go, we're going to dance too." Catherine stood up and extended her slender hand to Louis. "Young man, would you do me the honor of dancing with me?"

"Mom said that the women down the mountain are tigers, and you must stay away if you encounter them..." Louis pretended to be scared.

"Hmph, if you keep dawdling, I'm really going to eat you up!" Catherine made a fierce face.

Louis stood up, smiled, and went to greet her, whispering in her clear ear, "If it's you, I'd accept even a tiger."

No sooner had he said that than Harry, who was standing next to him, tripped and fell.

With Lylastrasa's help, he quickly brushed the dust off his clothes and said somewhat awkwardly, "Uh, I stepped on your robe, embarrassing..."

"It's okay, as long as you don't feel awkward, it'll be others who feel awkward." Louis patted his head and said with a smile, "Let's go, don't be shy."

Harry nodded and looked back at the Gryffindor seats. Sure enough, his good buddies were all laughing their heads off, especially Ron and Seamus, who were laughing so hard you could see their stomachs.

This is what you call a bad friend.

He was initially quite angry, but then he saw Hermione grab Ron's ear and drag him over to dance, and suddenly he felt incredibly balanced.

"So you've finally met your match, Ron?" Harry grinned broadly, showing his gaping teeth, as the two approached.

Ron gave Harry a disgruntled look, muttered something, and then fell silent.

He couldn't afford to offend Hermione, he really couldn't. Harry couldn't refute her either, since she was the one who made fun of him first, and now she was being mocked back, so he could only endure it.

Louis couldn't help but laugh gleefully from the sidelines. He looked at Hermione and asked with a smile, "What's wrong, Hermione? You seem to be becoming more and more like a lioness. How about taking over Professor McGonagall's job after graduation?"

"Oh my god, Louis, please stop..." Hermione covered her face, her cheeks flushed red. "I was just, well, I was just a little anxious. The ball had already started, and all he did was grin like an idiot..."

(End of this chapter)