I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Upon hearing Louis's words, Snape's eyes sharpened instantly, as if trying to see right through him. After scrutinizing Louis for a moment, he lowered his head and continued cutting the bacon on his plate, his tone still devoid of emotion: "You want to see Karkaroff? Do you even know who he is?"

"Death Eaters, everyone on Earth knows that," Louis joked.

"Since you know him, why are you still looking for him?" Snape asked without looking up, forking a piece of bacon and stuffing it into his mouth. His tone was somewhat indistinct. "I've been avoiding him like the plague lately, and you, on the other hand, are still trying to find him... You probably don't know how Miss Worley humiliated him in public during the second project, do you?"

"Is that the problem?" Louis asked, raising an eyebrow. He didn't think someone like Karkaroff would develop any prejudice against him over such a trivial matter—provided, of course, that there were sufficient benefits to be gained.

Snape tossed his hair, looked up and scrutinized Louis for a moment, then said in a greasy, nasal voice, "Well, if you'd like, I'll have him come to your office at eight tonight."

"Thank you, Professor. You're such a kind person." Lewis gave Snape a "good guy" card.

Snape said with a forced smile, "Thank you. You're a good person too."

Good heavens, this is the ultimate technique of the Murong clan of Gusu, using their own methods against them!

Louis was taken aback. He realized that Snape was exceptionally quick-witted and it was difficult to gain the upper hand in a verbal exchange.

If nothing unexpected happens, he must have trained with James and the others.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're a bit sharp-tongued?" Louis joked.

"Of course, but many of them are either dead or in Azkaban," Professor Snape said with a smirk, his tone almost boastful.

What he said makes sense. The one who died probably refers to James, and the one in Azkaban is probably the Death Eater who sang "Tears Behind Bars".

"You're probably the only one who can get the better of Severus with words," Dumbledore commented with a smile. "I've seen Severus get furious with just a few words from you more than once. Let me think, the first time was probably when the first-year students entered school, wasn't it? You brought up Severus's painful past..."

"I never knew you had a voyeuristic fetish, Principal!" Louis feigned surprise.

"What's the big deal? I'm used to it." Snape scoffed. "All Gryffindors have this habit. You're so close to Scarface, Red Troll, and Miss Know-It-All, didn't you know?"

"This is the first time I've ever heard of this." Louis understood and began to work with Snape, teasing Dumbledore back and forth.

"My years of experience at Hogwarts have taught me to stay away from Gryffindor," Snape said, glancing discreetly at Dumbledore, who was still eating. "Especially the older ones. I've always been curious why lions grow up to be foxes..."

"It's all within the realm of biology, and theoretically it's quite normal," Louis chuckled. "If you think of it that way, at least it didn't turn into a gourd, right?"

"You're right, Louis," Professor Snape teased with a chuckle. "Your mother always said that one is influenced by one's company, and I think you're starting to resemble a fox."

Louis glanced at Snape, indicating that he didn't want to talk to him.

This guy is really something. Forget James, even he wants to get a handstand.

What kind of indiscriminate, AOE-type sarcastic commentator is this...?

After dinner, the three Pandaria members, at Dumbledore's enthusiastic invitation, decided to stay overnight at Hogwarts—definitely not because the food there was good. Absolutely not.

When Old Chen thought of these words, he didn't have much confidence.

To be fair, French cuisine truly deserves its place as one of the world's three major cuisines. In fact, according to Western arguments, Italian cuisine also belongs to the French cuisine family, although Italians would never accept that.

Louis wasn't the kind of arrogant, self-aggrandizing, and hypocritical traitor who stole from the country. Of course, he also disliked those people on the internet who imitated these traitors. Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses, and what suits you best is the best.

The three pandaren were placed in guest rooms at Hogwarts, and could call upon their house-elves for help at any time if they needed anything.

On his way back, Louis was blocked on the road by the three little ones.

"What's up with you three?" Louis asked bluntly. The fact that the three kids were in such a hurry to wait for him on the road meant that they definitely had something to do.

"We'd like to ask where you met these three people... uh..."

Harry racked his brains for a while but couldn't remember how to say "Pandaren." Seeing his embarrassment, Louis said it for him: "You mean Pandaren? Oh, a new continent appeared on the border of Britain in the Otherworld, and the main ethnic group living there is the Pandaren."

"Cool." Ron grinned. "Can we go check it out? It sounds really interesting..."

Louis hadn't actually thought about this, but when Ron mentioned it, he thought about their protagonist aura and their bizarre luck in this world, and decided it wouldn't be bad to go and have some fun. So he said, "I personally have no objection, but after our holidays, I will suggest that Headmaster Dumbledore organize some students to go to Pandaria to experience the local customs and culture."

"That's awesome, Louis!" Ron laughed enthusiastically. This kid was always restless, and he was the happiest and most excited person to hear that he could go to Pandaria.

“But let me tell you,” Louis held up a finger, “Pandaria isn’t safe either. There are vicious mantid there, and plundering tauren—just like the Viking barbarians of yesteryear. Of course, Voldemort’s remnant soul and Wormtail have also gone to Pandaria, so the three of you should be careful.”

"Voldemort went too?" Far from being afraid, Harry became excited. He clenched his fist and exclaimed excitedly, "He went! He went! Ron, what do you say? Let's think of a way to give him a good beating!"

Good grief, where did you learn that?

"That's so rude, Harry." Hermione waved her hand in front of her nose in disgust. "Where did you learn such rude words? Good kids shouldn't learn that..."

"Alright, let's figure out a way to cause Voldemort some trouble." At this time, Harry was not like he was back then, when he was beaten up by Voldemort in the Riddle family graveyard. He was still in a fearless state, like a newborn calf. After so many years of training in the Mirror World, he believed that he could face at least two Death Eaters without being at a disadvantage.

In fact, he was right. He overestimated the strength of ordinary Death Eaters, but underestimated Voldemort's strength.

As the saying goes, turning evil doubles your strength, while turning good weakens you by three points. The same applies to the wizarding world. Magic is certainly powerful, but dark magic is even stronger. The Dark Lord, who is skilled in various dark magic spells, is not someone a young person like Harry can handle.

Not to mention that Voldemort might have already become accomplices with Y'Shaarj.

"I still suggest you keep a low profile and be humble, Harry." Hermione's expression was extremely serious. "Voldemort is, after all, in the shadows, while we are in the open. In any case, we must never let our guard down. You wouldn't want your godfather to be saddened by your injury, would you?"

"Hmm..." Harry still listened to advice when Sirius was mentioned.

"We could go somewhere safer to have some fun," Ron suggested, noticing Harry's lack of enthusiasm. "Louis should know quite a bit about that continent. Do you have any recommendations for places we could visit?"

"Of course, it's Half-Mountain Farm." Louis chuckled. He'd finally gotten a chance to trick the three of them, and he couldn't let it slip by. "Let me tell you, the Pandaren chef's food is absolutely delicious, even better than the house-elves at Hogwarts. Especially since Half-Mountain Farm is home to the Pandaren chef's family—the Ironpaw family. Eating their food will be an unforgettable experience for you..."

"Really?" The three little ones' eyes lit up at the mention of food.

"When have I ever lied to you?" Louis frowned.

"You lie to us every single moment," Hermione said, hands on her hips. "Think about it yourself, how many times have you tricked the three of us since we entered first year? I still remember before the Potions exam, you told Ron you hadn't studied, and then neither he nor Harry studied. I still remember that..."

At this point, Ron and Harry's gazes also became uncertain.

"You can't blame me for that. I was busy chasing Catherine at the time, I really didn't study..." Louis said innocently. "Do you think Catherine is more important to me, or studying?"

"Of course... uh, okay..." Hermione thought for a moment and realized she couldn't argue, so she continued, "Then what about second year? You sent the three of us to the Forbidden Forest! Oh my god, those spiders! I'm practically developing arachnophobia like Ron!"

Ron turned pale upon hearing Hermione's words; Harry didn't react as severely as Ron, but his complexion wasn't good either, as if he was recalling the itchy pain of spider hairs pricking his thigh.

This is just too much suffering.

He remembered that the three of them lay in Madam Pomfrey's medical wing for a whole day before the excruciating itching subsided, especially Hermione, who, because she was wearing a skirt, had less protection than Harry and her brother, and her legs were covered in red welts.

"Ah, this..." Louis was dumbfounded. He couldn't understand how this blame could be placed on him. "You have to be honest, Hermione. Think about it, I was in the basement dealing with the most dangerous basilisk, an ancient enemy that even those spiders feared. I couldn't get away at the time, so I just casually asked Ron to pass on a message... I never expected Aragog to want to eat the three of you, did I?"

Hermione choked for a moment, then started churning out more questions: "What about third year? In third year you dumped us on Sirius and Peter Pettigrew..."

"That's not right of you, Hermione," Louise said immediately. "You can't make things up out of thin air. Sirius is Harry's good godfather. Don't frame an innocent person. Anyway, I won't harm you. Half-Mountain Farm is a really good place. Don't bring up old grievances. If you keep doing this, you'll lose me as a good friend."

Hermione closed her eyes, pursed her lips, and snorted, "Fine, I'll choose to believe you. You don't seem like the type to trick us again..."

Before he could finish speaking, Louis interrupted him: "Remove it again. I've never cheated you. Don't believe me? Look at your conscience."

Hermione snorted and dragged the other two away. Harry and Ron turned back to give her an apologetic look.

Louis chuckled. "Goodness, I wasn't planning on messing with you guys, but since you've said that, I'll have to teach you a lesson. I'll have Old Chen get someone to add some ingredients to your scheme. Halfway up the mountain to grow vegetables, Storm Spirits brewery—not one of them can escape."

Louis thought viciously, "I hope you can still show a genuine smile when you see a rabbit bigger than Buckbeak."

Only Catherine was sitting in the office. Louis looked around and asked curiously, "Where's Mom? And Sakuya and the others?"

"Sakuya is making tea in her room, Christa is sleeping, and Mom and Aunt Yezi went back to the Muggle world. They said they need to talk to your aunt about something." Catherine yawned, glanced at the time, and frowned slightly. "Strange, why am I feeling sleepy at this hour?"

"You must be exhausted lately," Louis said with a smile. "After all, you just finished your second project and then I dragged you to Pandaria to deal with the Temple of the Azure Dragon. It's normal to be a little tired. Why don't you go inside and take a nap?"

"Go to sleep now, I'm not a pig." Catherine rolled her eyes at him, put the book down on the table, and tilted her head to look at Louis: "What did Headmaster Dumbledore say about the issues in the Otherworld today?"

"Oh, in a few days someone from the International Wizarding Federation will come to see me to discuss things, and the Minister of Magic of France also wants to meet with me," Louis said with a shrug and a smile.

"But..." Catherine frowned and only said half of her sentence when there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," Louis said.

The door opened, and a nervous and reserved Kakarov tiptoed in like a thief. As he entered, he peeked behind him to make sure no one was following him before letting out a sigh of relief.

"Please sit down, Principal Karkarov." Louis gave what he thought was a very amiable smile, gesturing for Karkarov to sit on the sofa.

Karkaroff glanced nervously at Catherine, then at Louise, pressed his right arm, and sat down on the sofa.

Louis sat down opposite him, and his first words shocked Karkaroff.

"Principal Karkaroff's right arm seems a little uncomfortable? Is it the Dark Mark activating?"