I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 3 Everyone Loves Louis

Ollivander stared dumbfounded, as if petrified, at the wands before him.

Merlin's beard! He swears to Merlin that even in the family legends, there is no little wizard as exaggerated as this.

And Louis also achieved something.

Everyone Loves Louis (Season 1) (His Glorious Deeds)

Achievement Description: Gain the approval of all wands at Ollivanders Wand Shop.

Achievement Reward: Eye of Recognition.

At this moment, Ollivander also came to his senses and said somewhat awkwardly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Mountbatten, this is the first time I've encountered a situation like this."

"It's alright." Louis looked at the beech wand in his hand with his newly learned Eye of Discernment.

Magic wand (white)

One-handed damage: 1-1

Durability: 50/50

(For Wizards Only)

+1 to ridiculus (funny, hilarious)

"Let me look at something else." Louis placed the beech wand on the counter. The beech wand, which had been trembling and shining brightly, suddenly wilted, looking like a little girl abandoned by a heartless man, the whole wand looking extremely dejected.

"Oh, holly, eleven inches, phoenix tail feathers." Ollivander, seeing Louis pick up the wand, quickly introduced it to him: "This wand also has a twin brother, the one that left the scar on the boy's head after he miraculously survived..."

"It looks like Harry Potter's wand," Louis thought to himself. He didn't intend to take the wand; he just wanted to check its properties.

Phoenix Winter's Blue Wand

One-handed damage: 1-1

Durability: 50/50

(For Wizards Only)

+10% Faster Cast Rate

+3 to Expelliarmus (excluding your weapon)

Two black lines appeared above Louis's head. Sure enough, it was the weapon that removed your weapon. No wonder Potts was able to knock Snape away when he was in his third year.

And it's even three more...

He quickly put the staff back on the counter; he couldn't possibly accept it...

After much deliberation, he finally chose the magic wand that best suited him.

Cypress wood, eleven inches long, unicorn tail hair, +30% faster casting speed

What he adds isn't important; what matters most is what he needs right now. He plans to practice spells at home before school starts. Now that he has the magic spring to replenish his mana, casting speed is the key to practicing spells.

After paying eleven gallons, Louis bid farewell to the emo-loving Mr. Ollivander and continued his shopping spree.

A small incident occurred during this time. Louis looked at a tiger cub with great affection, but under Professor McGonagall's stern gaze, he reluctantly chose a pure white owl.

"You shall be called Emerys, little one."

Louis named the little guy Dream Dragon, because in his favorite Azeroth, owls are companions of dreams.

……

A month passed quickly, and Louis was not idle either. With the Water Creation Technique, a forbidden item that could be described as a bug, the level of various basic spells improved by leaps and bounds.

What's rather odd is that the Ironclad Charm, after level two, only gains proficiency when successfully defending against attacks. However, this didn't stump Louis. He specially invested in a billiards practice machine to practice the Ironclad Charm. He started with billiards balls, gradually switching to wooden balls and shot puts from level three onwards. After reaching level five, the proficiency completely stagnated.

It seems that you need to successfully defend against the spell to increase your proficiency.

The system defines magic levels as follows: Level 1 is beginner, Level 2 is proficient spellcasting, Level 3 can effectively shorten casting time, Level 4 significantly increases spell power, Level 5 is silent spellcasting, and from Level 6 onwards, spellcasting without a staff is possible.

After reaching level six, you can continue to increase your spell level. Once you reach the maximum level of ten, you can cast spells without any action, simply by thinking. Just like Queenie in Fantastic Beasts, you can use Legilimency without leaving a trace.

As for swordsmanship, he even hired a swordsmanship teacher from Germany, and his swordsmanship skills have been improving day by day over the past month.

With the guidance and instruction of a teacher, the proficiency in basic swordsmanship improves rapidly, like a rocket. Having multiple teachers naturally saves a lot of detours.

Although he hasn't had any real combat experience yet, he's becoming increasingly adept at coordinating the flashing lights with his sword swings.

Perhaps due to his talent, his glow naturally shone several times brighter than others. One night, while he was practicing, the rooster outside even thought it was dawn and crowed twice.

The achievement of level 5 skill rewards Louis with a crystal sword with four strange holes, which are said to have the power to break spells, and it is also covered with reinforced magic, making it indestructible.

King's Cross Station.

Because his sister Diana, who was very close to Louis, was visiting Africa for the past two months, the Mountbatten family's butler, who was also his mother Ziyu's old servant, took him to school.

"How happy the young lady would be to see the young master enroll in school!"

The butler's eyes welled up with tears as he watched his young master crash into Platform 9¾.

Louis's grandfather... is currently on vacation in Morocco and has no idea what's going on in England.

Louis had a lot of luggage, so he dragged and pulled his owl, which liked to crawl into his backpack, along as they tried to find a carriage on the platform where there was no one in line.

Unlike the hard-seat trains in China, the Hogwarts train was more like a sleeper car, with sliding doors to each compartment but no beds. The first few carriages were packed, so Louis had to squeeze into the back carriages, find an empty compartment, and open his bag to let Emerys out for some fresh air.

Amory sprawled happily in her seat, kicking her paws wildly. After feeding her some beef jerky made by the butler, Louis ignored her and went back to reading.

Potions should always be studied properly beforehand. In her memory, Snape's mouth was too venomous, and Louis didn't want to be spat on by him for not studying the textbook properly.

"Um...excuse me, may I...sit here?"

A timid voice rang out, and Louis looked in the direction of the sound. It was a chubby little boy whose eyes kept darting away from Louis's gaze, and whose behavior was full of insecurity.

"Oh, sure, please come in," Louis replied gently, casually picking up Emery, who was crawling into her backpack, and placing her on his side.

The little boy didn't notice Emerys' presence; he only saw the backpack bobbing around.

"Hello, my name is Louis, Louis Mountbatten."

Louis extended his hand, and the little boy hesitated for a moment before reaching out to shake it, stammering, "You... hello, my name is Neville Longbottom."

Louis smiled gently and patted him on the shoulder: "The weather outside looks pretty good."

"Yes, yes." Neville wasn't so nervous anymore. Although the classmate in front of him seemed a bit unapproachable, he was actually a nice student. "Excuse me, are you a senior?"

"Me? Oh no, I'm a freshman," Louis replied with a smile.

Neville was about to say something more when the cubicle door was suddenly pulled open, interrupting him.

"Sorry... I didn't know there were people inside, uh... I'm sorry."

The uninvited guest was a little boy wearing glasses.

"It's alright," Louis nodded.

"Um, can I sit here? Good heavens, the whole carriage is full, I really, really can't find a single compartment."

As the bespectacled boy spoke, the snow-white owl in the cage he was carrying hopped and fluttered, trying to squeeze out of the cage for some fresh air.

"Sure, there's room for six people in the cubicle."

Louis was telling the truth; the compartment was extremely spacious, even more spacious than the sleeper berths he had traveled in before.

"Thank you! Thank you!" the little boy said with a silly grin, dragging his heavy suitcase into the cubicle.

He struggled to drag and pull the suitcase over the step. Seeing his difficulty, Louis went over and helped him lift the suitcase to the corner.

Neville wasn't idle either; he helped the little boy put the owl cage on the table.

"Thank you so much, that was a great help." The little boy took a couple of breaths and held out his hand, saying, "Hello, I'm Harry, Harry Potter, a freshman this year."

Ah... no wonder he looked so familiar, it turns out he's the savior.

Louis shook hands, smiling as he replied, "I am Louis Mountbatten, and he is Neville Longbottom; we are both new students at Hogwarts."

It seems to be the butterfly effect; the two boys predicted actually met in the train carriage?

"Um, can I sit here? There are no empty seats in the cubicles over here." A weak voice sounded from behind.

Red hair, freckles—it's definitely Ron.

After introducing himself, Ron's eyes widened immediately: "Ah, you're Harry Potter, the one who defeated Vader..."

"May I see yours?" Ron said to himself, making a very misleading statement.

"Wh...what?" Harry didn't understand for a moment.

Ron sat in his seat and gestured with his hand on his forehead: "It's...it's that scar they're talking about."

Harry didn't seem to mind too much, and lifted his hair to reveal the lightning bolt-shaped scar.

"That's amazing!" Ron blurted out in Qin language without thinking.

Louis lost interest in reading. He put his hands in his bag, rubbed Emery's chubby body, and watched the two's conversation with great interest.

To be fair, Ron and Harry's arrival made the room much livelier.

As we were chatting, the sound of a small cart came from outside the door, followed by the voice of an aunt selling snacks.

"Should we buy something, kids?"

"No, thank you, I brought..." Ron said somewhat embarrassedly, pulling out a sandwich.

Harry glanced at his somewhat embarrassed new friend and pulled a few Galleons out of his pocket.

"We want them all."

"Wow..." This time, not only Ron, but Neville also joined in the exclamation.

Rich guy, let's be friends!

After dumping all the snacks from the cart onto the seats, the saleswoman left the compartment to restock at the front of the cart. The three children looked at each other, and Harry spoke first, "Why don't we eat together? I can't eat it all by myself anyway."

"Uh, thank you, but..." Ron looked at the sandwich in his hand, which had been squeezed out of shape, with a bitter expression. "Mom said that wasting food is bad, so I have to eat them all."

"How about this, you divide this sandwich into four pieces, and we'll each eat one for you, okay?" Louis suggested at the opportune moment.

"Uh...this..." Ron was extremely embarrassed. The sandwiches his mother made looked terrible because they were squeezed out of shape, and he was now feeling quite ashamed.

"Don't be shy." Louis winked at Ron, pulled out a knife, cut the sandwich into four pieces, and put his own piece into his mouth.

It must be admitted that Mrs. Weasley is a very good cook; even a simple sandwich like this tastes quite good.

It tastes much better than what Diana made...

"I must say, your mother's cooking is superb." Louis's expression wasn't feigned. He swallowed his sandwich, raised his eyebrows, and smiled at Ron, saying, "It's far superior to what my sister makes. I must encourage her to ask your mother for her cooking skills sometime."

"Really?" Ron's eyes lit up; children always take praise to heart.

"Of course, I like it very much." Louis smiled and patted Ron's knee—the two of them were sitting next to each other.

"I can vouch for it, it's much better than Aunt Petunia's cooking," Harry said.

"It tastes just as good as my grandma's." That was Neville's compliment.

"Thanks." Ron grinned, reaching for a bag of snacks from his seat. "Want to try this? Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans?"

Then he saw Neville looking dejected and asked with concern, "Neville? What's wrong?"

"Oh...no...speaking of Grandma, I seem to have forgotten something again..." Neville said with a bitter face.

"It's okay, think about it while you eat, maybe you'll remember." Ron opened a pack of flavored beans and handed one to everyone: "They say there are various flavors, like chocolate, mint..."

The contract is signed; fellow wizards, you can invest with confidence.

(End of this chapter)