I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 288 Stop looking so glum, come have a drink!

The little incident in class didn't have any negative impact, but even though Professor Flitwick had a good temper, he still angrily deducted three points from Neville's score.

Neville didn't dare to argue and could only obediently accept the point deductions. In fact, he was starting to doubt whether he had really gotten too bold and had been taken over by Professor Flitwick.

Louis's conscience didn't bother him at all. After all, it was Neville who hit him with the cushion first. He had a terrible temper when he woke up, and apart from Catherine, Diana, his grandfather, and his mother, no one else could wake him up peacefully.

The last time Ye Ziyan disturbed his peaceful sleep, he didn't get out of bed for two days. Since then, she has never called Louis again, unless she misses him a little.

Classes are always boring, but time always slips away unnoticed, and soon it was the day before the competition.

Although Catherine didn't know what she would face, she wasn't flustered at all. Her mind wasn't on the second project at all; instead, she spent every day in the mirror world improving her own strength.

In her words, instead of looking for shortcuts to break the deadlock, it's better to improve your own strength and just crush everything in your path.

Oh no, why is my senior starting to develop muscle in her brain?

Louis would never dare to say such a strange thing, otherwise Catherine might ignore him for days.

Unlike Catherine, Harry lacked confidence. Instead, he sat in the Great Hall, resting his chin on his hands and staring blankly ahead. Ron and Hermione watched him with concern, unsure how to comfort him.

Seeing Louis approaching, Ron immediately stood up and said excitedly, "Hey Louis, what have you been up to these past few days? We haven't seen you anywhere!"

"Stay home," Louis replied succinctly.

As a complete shut-in, asking him to go out and have fun is worse than killing him.

Ron was taken aback by his words. Goodness, I've known you for four years and this is the first time I've heard you have this trait.

"Do you have any leads on the second project?" Hermione's voice was anxious. "Harry and I have been thinking about it for ages and we're still clueless. Do you and Catherine have any good ideas?"

Louis shrugged and chuckled, "Actually, I originally wanted to help Catherine find some clues, but... Catherine told me that instead of looking for shortcuts, it's better to improve our strength and crush her, so..."

At this point, Louis spread his hands: "As a model boyfriend, I will naturally respect my girlfriend's opinion."

Actually, it wasn't that Louis didn't want to tell Harry what the next step was; there were plenty of people helping the kid, so one more wouldn't make a difference. If nothing unexpected happened, Harry would receive an unexpected hint tonight.

"Harry's gone mad, sigh." Hermione pulled her eyes away from the book on the table, shaking her head like a loving mother, her tone full of pity. "Every time he sees the word 'water' in a book, he jumps up. I see his face turn abnormal, and his breathing becomes rapid. I'm really afraid he won't make it to the competition and will collapse prematurely."

"I opened the book and checked, and it had no categories. Every page, crookedly written, had the word 'water' on it." Louis almost burst out laughing at this point. "I couldn't sleep, so I looked closely for half the night before I finally saw the word between the lines: the whole book was filled with the two words 'cannibalism'!"

He's an old man named Xun.

"I hope that water really does eat people," Harry suddenly stood up, his tone somewhat dejected. "Living is so tiring. It would be nice if something could just eat me whole..."

"Don't be discouraged, brother," Ron said, putting his arm around Harry's shoulder. "We'll find a way. We still have a day to think about it, right?"

Harry, suddenly struck by a flash of inspiration, straightened his back: "I remember now, I can become an Animagus... Oh my god, how come I never thought of that? Animagus, like Sirius Black..."

"Indeed, I think it would be great to become a goldfish!" Ron suggested cheerfully.

"Or a frog. I think amphibians would be better suited for that kind of environment," Harry yawned. He was exhausted; he'd been completely focused on his second project for some time now, and he swore he'd never been so invested in anything before…

However, Catherine's prediction from back then came true; this kid actually did want to turn into a four-eyed little frog.

"It takes years to become an Animagus, and then you have to register, which is a lot of trouble," Hermione said in a muffled tone, trying to cool down Harry's wild ideas as she squinted and looked up the index of "Strange Magical Puzzles and Their Solutions."

"The Animagus method is indeed good, but it's a bit late." Louis shrugged. "I think you should develop other methods. I've heard that Animagus requires a very complex procedure, it's not just about being able to transform..."

“Professor McGonagall told us that, and I remember you saying this.” The clever Hermione immediately recalled the lesson from years ago: “You have to register with the Office of the Prohibition of Magical Misuse… what animal you want to transform into, what special mark you will have after transforming so that no one will harm you… and only then can you become a legitimate Animagus.”

"Hermione, I was just kidding," Harry said weakly. "I know I'm definitely not going to turn into a frog first thing tomorrow morning, I was just trying to lighten the mood."

"Oh, that's completely useless," Hermione said, snapping the book "Strange Magical Puzzles and Their Solutions" shut. "Even if you could turn halfway through tomorrow, it would be too bizarre—a human with a frog's head, good heavens..."

Hermione shuddered; she always had a vivid imagination.

The image of Harry with the frog head was already beginning to take shape in her mind.

"I don't object," Fred's voice suddenly came, "but that will become a topic of conversation, won't it? Just think about it, a hero with a frog's head—not only in the history of Hogwarts, but also in the history of the Triwizard Tournament, nothing like that has ever happened before. You will definitely become the focus of the entire wizarding world."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked up as Fred and George approached from a short distance away.

"Hi Louis." The twins put their arms around Louis on either side and greeted him warmly.

"Hey, Weasleys," Lewis said, using the word "weasleys" to simplify his reply.

"What are you two doing here?" Ron asked.

"They're looking for you," George said. "Professor McGonagall wants to see you, Ron, and you, Hermione."

"What are you doing?" Hermione asked, sounding surprised.

"We're going to take you to her office. Let me tell you beforehand, she didn't look very friendly at the time," Fred said, his tone tinged with malice and a sinister smile.

Ron and Hermione stared at Harry, and Harry felt a chill run down his spine. Was Professor McGonagall about to reprimand Ron and Hermione? Perhaps she had already noticed that they were helping him?

Sigh, according to the rules, he should have figured out how to complete the competition himself! Now look what happened, he's screwed over his two good friends...

Harry is now filled with regret, deep, deep regret...

"We'll meet you in the common room, Harry," Hermione said to Harry, giving him a reassuring look before getting up and leaving with Ron.

"I'm the one who dragged them both down." Harry looked up at the sky and sighed, tears welling up in his eyes, his expression strikingly similar to Jung Dae-se's tears at the World Cup.

To be fair, Hermione's kindness had indeed snowballed; without Hermione, he and Ron would have been finished sooner or later.

Hermione: I've given so much to this family!

"Don't worry, it could be something else," Louise said, sitting down next to Harry to comfort him. "Try to look on the bright side. Maybe these two are being too promiscuous outside, which is setting a bad example, so Professor McGonagall wanted to talk to them?"

"Oh, that's not out of the question." Harry nodded, seemingly having been properly enlightened by Louis.

"I suggest you do some targeted underwater training, Harry." Louis tapped the table. "It's too late to start practicing the Bubble Head Charm now. Maybe you could try other methods... For example, you could ask Neville if there are any herbs that would allow you to breathe and move freely underwater. Neville may be a bit slow, but he's definitely a genius in herbalism and swordsmanship."

"Swordsmanship?" Harry keenly grasped the blind spot.

"Don't worry about the details," Louis shrugged. "There are other paths in life besides learning spells. Mastering herbalism can also contribute to the magical world, can't it?"

"You make a good point," Harry nodded solemnly. "Then I'll go ask Neville; maybe I'll find out something."

After Harry finished speaking, he walked away happily.

Louis shook his head and smiled. He mainly wanted to leave the favor to Dobby, since the two of them didn't get along very well—well, not exactly not well, but Harry just had a bit of a grudge in his heart.

The opportunity has been presented; it's up to Dobby to seize it. Thinking this, Louis felt his own image had grown even more impressive.

Of course, he didn't have much time to indulge in his self-admiration. Draco soon came over and said that Professor Snape wanted to see him.

By the way, ever since Emma left, Hogwarts has reverted to Snape teaching instead, much to the dismay and lamentation of the students.

Louis didn't know why Professor Snape would take time out of his busy schedule to call him over. Since he had called him, it meant that there was more to it than just something.

Arriving at Snape's office door, Louis knocked and, without waiting for Snape's permission, pushed the door open and went inside.

Ah, no wonder it smelled so strange outside, Snape was brewing a potion...

How strange, let me take another sniff.

While smelling it, Louis didn't forget to ask, "Professor, what brings you here?"

"Do you have any ideas about the second project?" Professor Snape asked in a calm tone.

"Huh? You should ask Catherine, why are you asking me? I'm not one of Slytherin's champions..."

Snape snorted: "Of course we need you. Listen, the second task is to find someone underwater, so we need your cooperation. Since you are Miss Wally's most important person, it is only natural that you should also be taken hostage."

"So you mean I should become a princess, and Catherine is my knight in shining armor?" Louis asked, glancing sideways.

"You can understand it that way, and there's nothing wrong with thinking that way," Snape shrugged. "Of course, I suggest you talk to Miss Worley beforehand. I'm really afraid she might evaporate the whole lake in her haste..."

"You're exaggerating, Professor." Louis scoffed. "An evaporating lake... My Catherine is a gentle and considerate woman, how could she be this kind of humanoid Gundam?"

"You know perfectly well what Miss Worley is capable of," Snape said, not bothering to expose him. "You know better than I do what Miss Worley is capable of."

Louis thought for a moment, then shuddered.

Given Catherine's personality, if someone were to capture him, hiding him in the lake and evaporating the water would be a minor matter.

"Go and say hello to her first. I'll wait for you in my office," Professor Snape said, glancing at the clock on the wall. "You have one hour. We'll meet here."

"Yes, Professor," Louis said, turning and slipping out of the classroom.

He also knew that Snape had given them a spoiler in advance. As the headmaster who always protected his own, he naturally hoped that Catherine could win the Triwizard Tournament.

Two months have passed, and Louis's office has returned to its usual liveliness and laughter, except that Emma is not there, everything is as usual.

The shadow of the Old Gods has long since faded, after all, Chromie and Emma are investigating, so there's no use in them worrying.

Louis playfully pinched Ye Ziyan, who was practicing calligraphy, and then, amidst her playful scolding, happily walked towards the Mirror of Eris.

That feeling was exactly the same as that of the notorious playboys who cleaned up the streets in ancient times.

Catherine was annoyed at being disturbed; she was happily traversing Lothric City with lightning, but her gaze softened when she saw it was Louis.

"What's wrong, Little Deer?" she asked with concern.

Louise told Catherine everything that Snape had just said.

Catherine frowned and asked in a displeased tone, "How can this be? What if something happens to you while you're soaking in the water?"

"So that's why I need you to save me..." Louis chuckled. "You should be happy to give me this chance to be a damsel in distress, stop looking so miserable. How about a drink?"

As he spoke, he picked up the juice jug on the table, poured a glass of juice, and handed it to Catherine.

Fortunately, it wasn't an occasion where female college students were singing "I Love You" nearby, otherwise Louis would have been guilty of aiding and abetting sedition.

Catherine took the juice and elegantly drank it all in one gulp. She glanced at Louis, and although she believed in her little deer's abilities, she was still a little unhappy.

Who came up with such a terrible idea as to gamble with their lover? Catherine really wanted to give him a Fiendish Flame Curse.

"Do you have any good ideas on how to get into the water?" Louis suddenly remembered, "I remember you can't swim? This project is underwater..."

(End of this chapter)