I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 286 I need to learn this foreign language!

Snape's image at Hogwarts is somewhat like Zhang Liao in Eastern Wu, who could stop children from crying at night.

Simply mentioning "Professor Snape is here" among a group of cheerful and enthusiastic classmates has an effect no less than being instantly frozen at absolute zero.

In short, no small animal at Hogwarts dared to misbehave in front of Snape, except for Catherine's fawn, who was considered Snape's nemesis.

Ron, who had been in a good mood, suddenly lost all interest in playing cards. He sighed sadly and glanced at Harry: "Are you sure you don't want to finish his paper? I think it's better to finish your homework first before playing..."

"You're right." Harry nodded vigorously, agreeing with Ron's point of view to the fullest extent.

I don't know if Hermione is a jinx or not, but not long after she mentioned Snape, Snape came fluttering over like a bat.

"Mr. Mountbatten..." Snape glanced expressionlessly at the trio, who held their breath, barely daring to breathe, their eyes glued to the table in front of them. Snape, of course, wouldn't miss such a golden opportunity for a sarcastic remark. He smirked and said in a cryptic tone, "It seems you enjoy hanging out with Gryffindors, but I must remind you, don't forget you're a Slytherin..."

"Of course, Professor, I am of course a Slytherin." Louis put down his napkin and looked at Snape. "What brings you here so early, my dear Professor?"

"You seem to have forgotten what you said last night, but I think I can help you recall," Snape said, staring at Louis with wide eyes. "But if I find out you were just trying to fool me, I'll make you regret it."

"Of course not," Louis said with a smile, remembering what it was about. "How about we go to the principal's office now? The auditorium is too crowded and noisy; it's not a good place to talk about this."

Snape glanced at him, then turned and walked away.

Louis gestured for silence to the trio, then rose and followed Snape's swift footsteps.

In the headmaster's office, Dumbledore was lying in a rocking chair humming a tune. Hearing the door open, he lazily tilted his head and glanced at it.

"Oh, Severus, Louis, what brings you here?" he asked with a smile.

Louis wanted to say something sarcastic, but speaking ill of Snape to his face could easily enrage him, so he abandoned this risky idea.

"Mr. Mountbatten told me yesterday that he knows a clue about the Resurrection Stone," Snape said calmly, his hawk-like eyes fixed on Lewis. "I think Mr. Mountbatten, who is always much more reliable than the trolls of Gryffindor, must be telling the truth, right?"

"Hard to say," Louis shrugged, leaving behind a very irritating remark.

Snape was taken aback. He wanted to deduct points from his house, but then he suddenly remembered that this guy was from Slytherin. He wanted to punish him, but then he remembered that this kid was the eldest son of his most respected senior. Now he was really caught in a dilemma, unable to hit him or scold him.

He took a deep breath and resolved to have less contact with this kid in the future. With him always around, he would lose at least ten years of his life...

"Alright, Louis, stop keeping me in suspense." Dumbledore immediately cut to the chase, as he had always been interested in the clues about the Resurrection Stone: "Tell me, what clues do you have?"

"Do you remember the Horcruxes I mentioned to you before?" Louis said with a smile. "His own diary has been tamed, and Ravenclaw's tiara has been purified by me. There are still five Horcruxes left... One of them is the Resurrection Stone, thanks to the tamed Mr. Cube. He suddenly remembered it recently."

Of course, he made that up; in reality, the cube had been sitting in Christa's personal storage bag for over a year.

"When Voldemort was sixteen—or perhaps we should call him Tom Riddle—he came to Gaunt's old house, knocked out his uncle Morfin Gaunt, and used Morfin's wand to kill old Tom Riddle and the Riddles, framing Morfin for the crime." Lewis began recounting the past of the Resurrection Stone to Dumbledore and Snape: "Most importantly, he stole the ancestral heirloom passed down from Marvolo Gaunt to Morfin—the black stone ring engraved with the 'Peverell's coat of arms'..."

"That 'Peverell's Emblem' is actually the symbol of the Deathly Hallows—the headmaster certainly knows this, after all, he owns one of the Deathly Hallows, the Elder Wand." Louis smiled and continued, "We all know what happened next. He turned this ring, which was inlaid with the Resurrection Stone, into a Horcrux, hid it in the Gaunt mansion in Little Hangleton, and protected it with many powerful dark magic curses."

"I know you two are both quite eager for this, but what I have to say is..." At this point, Louis's expression turned serious: "Even a powerful wizard like Dumbledore should not be careless. You can never be too careful when it comes to dark magic curses. I don't want to see the world's most powerful white wizard get killed by a few unknown dark magic traps, which is not a funny joke."

"Unless this is a novel and the author wants me dead, I can't think of any reason why I would put this ring on without testing it for dark magic," Dumbledore said earnestly, twitching his beard. "I've spent my whole life learning how to be careful."

"Yes, women and children can be careless, but men can't," Louis said solemnly.

"You're absolutely right." Professor Dumbledore pointed a finger at Louis. "So, when do we set off to deal with this ring?"

"Now?" Louis was a man of action, and he was quick to leave. "Anyway, there's nothing much to do right now..."

"So, how are we going to break the spell on that ring?" Professor Snape asked with a forced smile. "Going straight for it without any solution, are we supposed to have one of us three trigger the dark magic? I think Mr. Mountbatten would be a good choice."

"You're quite wicked, Professor," Louis said with a smirk. "But I do have a good suggestion for this kind of dark magic."

He walked to the Sorting Hat, and before the Sorting Hat could even finish saying a greeting, he quickly lifted the hat and reached in to take out the gleaming silver sword of Gryffindor.

"Oh, that's really rude of you, Louis," the old man complained, adding that if he had hands, he'd probably give Louis a good wrestling match.

Louis ignored him and instead held up the sword, saying to the two of them, "Headmaster, Professor, this Gryffindor sword is imbued with a spell-breaking effect. Theoretically speaking, no dark magic item can withstand its strike."

In the original story, theoretically, the Sword of Gryffindor could only destroy Horcruxes after absorbing the venom of the Basilisk. However, Louis, who possessed the Eye of Insight, clearly saw that even without absorbing the venom, the Sword of Gryffindor still had the property of breaking spells.

Come to think of it, it would be strange if a man with a sword in one hand and a magic wand in the other couldn't break magic with his sword.

Before Dumbledore could speak, Snape objected, saying, "I suggest we treat this terrible idea as a backup plan. The Resurrection Stone is a precious magical item; I recommend we use a more reasonable method to dispel the magic from it."

Louis looked at Snape with a calm expression, thinking to himself, "Don't think that just because you speak so eloquently, you can hide your eagerness to see Lily."

"Severus is not without reason, Lewis." Dumbledore, of course, also thought that it would be best to preserve it. He had a flash of inspiration and thought of something: "I remember that Miss Catherine was wearing a Ravenclaw tiara. Since you can dispel the curse on the Ravenclaw tiara, then... this Resurrection Stone should be no problem either."

"You're right, Headmaster." Louis shrugged. "I can indeed purify this ring. What happened just now was merely a backup plan. I didn't expect that you two would actually want to use this ring..."

"Of course I have such needs, Louis," Dumbledore said, seemingly finding the memories a bit bitter. He tore open a lemon sorbet, put it in his mouth, smacked it twice, and then said, "I'm over a hundred years old and have no other desires in this world. Emma must have already told you about my obsession... It's nothing to be ashamed of, even if I owe you a favor."

"Okay, Professor, then I don't want to attend class, is that alright?" Louis stated his condition.

"Of course you can. As an assistant professor, you have the privilege of not having to teach classes." Dumbledore smiled and winked.

"Then I will never take Potions class again." Louis glanced at Snape.

Snape smirked. "That's definitely a good thing for me. Thank you for letting your poor professor go, Mr. Mountbatten."

Louis suddenly felt like he had miscalculated; without Potions class, there would be fewer opportunities for him and Snape to hurt each other...

It seems like it's time to bring Lupin back to form a new Raiders organization, otherwise Snape is getting too arrogant.

The three of them set off immediately, using the convenient Floo Network to arrive at Little Hangleton.

Dumbledore seemed to know exactly where Gaunt's old house was, and found his destination without much effort.

The walls were covered with mottled marks, many roof tiles had fallen off, and the rafters were exposed here and there. The house was surrounded by a thick layer of snow, and occasionally a sound would come from somewhere, and snow would fall from the roof and hit the ground.

As Louis walked further in and approached the old house, he noticed that the windows were very small and covered with thick layers of grime. A dead snake was nailed to the rusty door, adding an eerie touch to the long-abandoned house.

"It's a bit cold." Louis subconsciously wrapped his clothes tighter around himself. It wasn't that the weather was particularly cold; it was just that the environment was a bit eerie.

People who are afraid of ghosts are always wary of this kind of atmosphere; Louise is one, and Catherine is another.

"I already advised you to wear more clothes before we left." Dumbledore waved his hand, and a warm, glowing flame appeared beside Louis, dispelling the bone-chilling cold.

"How are we going to get in?" Snape reached out and touched the dead snake on the door, then glanced back at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore stepped forward, looked at the snake, and said, "Leave it to me. I know what to do."

So he hissed at the dead snake, and soon the door was opened.

"I didn't expect you could speak Parsley," Louis said, somewhat surprised.

"I can actually speak Dragon Language and Fish-Man Language, but I haven't used them for many years and I'm a bit rusty." Dumbledore stroked his beard, looking somewhat smug. "As the saying goes, it's always good to have many skills. Learning a few more foreign languages ​​is very useful."

Louis's eye twitched. Goodness, you've really learned a foreign language. A foreign language is a foreign language, no doubt about it.

"I understand what you mean, Headmaster Dumbledore," Lewis replied solemnly. "You must learn foreign languages; it's good to learn foreign languages."

"Alright, stop your mutual flattery, I'm about to throw up..." Snape said coldly. "Are we going to stay here and discuss the importance of learning foreign languages, or are we going to go inside this Gaunt mansion and look for the legendary Resurrection Stone?"

After Snape's "urging," the three entered Gaunt's old house. Snape and Lewis were both uneasy about not splitting up, fearing Dumbledore might be tempted to wear the ring, even if he protested that it was a sign of distrust.

As Louis stepped into Gaunt's old house, he felt as if he had entered a haunted house from a past life. He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt like someone was watching him from behind, and with particularly malicious intent. The white hair on the back of his neck stood on end because of the chill in his heart. He turned around abruptly, only to find that the person staring at him with a sinister look was Professor Snape.

"You can scare someone to death, Professor," Louis sighed. "If you scare me to death, see if my mother can kill you?"

Upon hearing Emma's name, Snape snorted and turned away to continue searching the room.

The old house in Gunter was easy to find, but the ring was really hard to find. They searched until noon, but the three of them still couldn't find where the ring was.

"Hey, shouldn't we get something to eat?" Louis asked tentatively. "It's so cold outside. If we don't eat something and keep looking for food in this house, we'll freeze to death..."

"Now that you mention it, I'm a little hungry too." Dumbledore certainly wouldn't refuse Louis's suggestion; in fact, he was a little hungry as well.

Older people are like this; after a short period of activity, they feel their stomachs are empty and they can't take it anymore.

"..." Snape glanced at the two guys who were fiddling with the food with disdain, said nothing, and continued to search aimlessly around.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Louis pressed his chopsticks down on the hot pot.

"I'm not hungry," Snape said expressionlessly.

(End of this chapter)