I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 309 Returning to Hogwarts

Uniting all forces that can be united is also a guiding principle for Louis.

But now is not a good time to build a bond with the Mantid. Suddenly, the Floo Network lights up, and the house-elf Dobby brings a letter from Dumbledore.

The gist of it was that he should come back early, as skipping class with his three little ones was an extremely bad act, and Professor McGonagall was furious upon hearing it.

Since the attack on the Heart of Fear and the Terrace of Everspring would require some preparation time, after consulting with the Supreme Lord Kolfan, he decided to return.

The two sides also exchanged contact information. To ensure security, under the system's guidance, Louis granted the Mantid a permission to communicate via the Floo Network.

It wasn't that he was afraid the Mantid would mess with him; his main concern was that the Mantid might start a fight with the Pandaren at the slightest provocation. The Pandaren were cute and adorable, and Louis quite liked this peaceful race.

He also hired more than a dozen panda cooks for the school, but he would never admit it was for his own benefit.

Most of the Pandaren chefs are renowned chefs from the Ironfist Clan. Upon learning that they were about to go to a "food desert" country, their eyes lit up with excitement, and they eagerly volunteered to bring a spark of hope to this country ravaged by terrible cuisine.

Actually, British food isn't that bad. It's just a bit salty, a bit spoiled, and a bit smelly, right... there's nothing wrong with it...

In the office, Louise, with her legs crossed, looked at Dumbledore and asked, "Professor, you called me back in such a hurry, it wasn't just about Harry and the others, was it?"

"Of course it's nothing serious," Dumbledore shrugged and said with a smile. "First of all, as the headmaster of Hogwarts, I want to thank you for your contributions to the school. These dozen or so Pandaren chefs have added a lot of luster to our kitchen."

"Takeout can generate more revenue, right?" Louis glanced at Professor Dumbledore. "I heard that takeout orders were so high at noon today that the house-elves couldn't keep up with the deliveries."

"Yes, the school's Floo Powder is almost gone, so we had to urgently buy a lot more." Dumbledore sighed with satisfaction. "This is all thanks to you, Louis. Don't be modest."

"So you're planning to give me some perks?" Louis asked casually.

Dumbledore paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Oh, of course not. I'm not as rich as you, Louis. Besides, you're practically the owner of Hogwarts. Bringing honor to the school is actually generating income for yourself."

"What you said makes a lot of sense; I'm speechless." Louis shrugged. "So, besides this, is there anything else urgent?"

"Oh, and then there are the people from the French Ministry of Magic. They also want to get involved in this alternate world, so I wanted to ask you what you think: whether to meet them or not? If we do meet, you'll need to set a time." Dumbledore smiled, stroking his beard as he looked at his precocious and excellent student.

Louis seemed unconcerned, smiling as he said, "It's a small matter, Principal, you can decide for yourself, or discuss a time with him. I don't mind."

"Of course it matters, he's from the French Ministry of Magic," Headmaster Dumbledore said very seriously.

Louis immediately realized, "Yeah, that's the French Ministry of Magic, who knows what kind of trouble they'll cause this time."

A few years ago, when the French President visited Britain, a puppy given to him by his aunt caused quite a bit of trouble. If it weren't for the quick thinking of Cabinet Secretary Sir Humphrey, this matter could have turned into an unpleasant incident, perhaps even a very serious diplomatic incident.

Of course, everyone knows perfectly well that this is just a bunch of nonsense created by the French, with the aim of taking more and more than their share on various issues.

They're old rivals, I'm used to it. When it comes to being inhuman, Britain and France are like heroes who respect each other. Although countries shouldn't be personified, judging from what these two countries have done, neither of them are good people.

"I understand. We must be extremely careful with the French." Louis tapped his finger rapidly on the table. "I've never forgotten what my grandfather told me..."

"It seems your grandfather once suffered at the hands of the French Frogs," Dumbledore said with a raised eyebrow and a chuckle.

"I don't know, I asked him but he didn't mention it." Louis shrugged. "Maybe it's some kind of past affair. My grandfather back then... well, he wasn't exactly honest, especially when it came to relationships..."

Yes, he's right. Grandpa and his nominal wife had a completely traditional aristocratic relationship; they each did their own thing. It was only after the divorce that he married his true love, which led to the birth of his father.

Unfortunately, Grandma died young from illness, and after that, the old man didn't like going out and having fun as much anymore.

"That's settled then, Professor." Louis coughed twice, glanced at Grindelwald listening to his Walkman, then at Dumbledore, "As for when to meet the French Minister of Magic, let's not rush that. Let's leave him waiting for a couple of days. It's not us who's in a hurry right now... Hmph, this is brand new, untouched virgin territory. I don't believe he's not anxious."

"You're absolutely right," Dumbledore smiled. "In addition, the International Wizarding Association has sent word that they've boarded the train from King's Cross Station to Hogwarts and should arrive tonight if all goes well."

"As for the International Confederation of Wizards, I'd like to arrange a meeting," Louis smiled, then looked up at Dumbledore and said, "I think it's necessary to relocate the headquarters of the International Confederation of Wizards. If I'm not mistaken, you're the president of the International Confederation of Wizards, aren't you?"

"The title of 'President' is just an empty title, Louis," Dumbledore chuckled indifferently. "But I'll discuss this with them..."

"It's not about communication, Professor," Lewis interrupted Dumbledore, patiently explaining, "The Underworld is fraught with unknown risks. Pandaria alone has seven Sha demons skilled at bewitching people, and Voldemort may very well be foolishly pursuing the power of the Seven-Eyed Black Sheep. In the future, more continents will enter the Underworld. If it were within the territory of Britain, I might be able to include the headquarters of the International Wizarding Federation within our protection, but if it were outside British territory, I would truly be powerless to help."

"That's a blatant threat, Louis," Dumbledore chuckled, pointing at Louis. "I agree, but if anyone objects..."

"Then I'll give him a reason he can't refuse." Louis picked up the lemonade on the table and drank it all in one gulp.

……

As Dumbledore said, the position of president was merely an empty title; the International Federation of Wizards was not a place where he could have absolute authority.

Seven people came in total. Two council members expressed their explicit opposition to Louis's proposal, while the others remained undecided. Louis, however, was not discouraged. He returned to the Kharakshin council via the Floo Network and brought all ten Heroes to Hogwarts.

Thankfully, the students didn't see it, otherwise, apart from the reckless Gryffindor students, they would have been terrified.

The councilors were somewhat shocked by the appearance of the mantises, but having seen it all before, they didn't react outrageously.

After the mantids demonstrated what power truly meant, and after the Supreme Lord Kolfan carefully retrieved a small jar from a thick layer of Keramber, releasing a wisp of purple-white smoke upon opening it, the members of the International Wizarding Association ceased their denials and hesitations, and unanimously demanded that their headquarters be located next to Hogwarts.

After the meeting, Louis quietly pulled the Supreme Being Kolfan aside and whispered, "What did you show them?"

"A tiny bit of the essence of the Sha of Fear." The Supreme Lord Kolfan shrugged.

Louis didn't say anything, but gave him a thumbs up.

Kerruk the Windseeker and Hissek the Swarm Guardian wanted to stay at Hogwarts, but after a moment's thought, Louis called out to Shackleton the Poisonheart.

"I think you and our Professor Snape must have a lot in common, Poisonheart," Louis said with a smile, extending an invitation. "Would you like to experience a different kind of alchemy... oh, we generally call potion-making here."

The Poison Heart Shakriel immediately became interested. He blinked his compound eyes and asked curiously, "So, what kinds of potions do you usually use in your potions studies?"

"Let me think, how should I tell you?" Louis thought for a moment and began to give examples: "Let me give you an example. There's a compound potion that can completely transform a person into another person, and there's also a truth serum that makes people uncontrollably tell the truth..."

"Alright, that's enough," said the Poison Heart Shakel decisively. "I'll participate."

When the three mantid appeared in the hall, the entire hall fell silent. Unlike the pandaren, the mantid's appearance was somewhat out of place with human aesthetics—after all, black and white, round and chubby creatures look harmless, while these three mantid were clearly not to be trifled with.

Louise specially introduced the Poisonheart to Snape in detail. Snape was initially somewhat reluctant, but after exchanging a few words with the Poisonheart, he was immediately amazed and his attitude underwent a complete 180-degree turn. Louise had never seen Snape so enthusiastic towards anyone other than his own mother.

A master of potions and a master of alchemy (which is actually alchemy), it would be strange if they didn't admire each other.

In contrast, the Swarm Guardian and the Windseeker are simply people who love to play. The Windseeker Korruk has an extraordinary passion for Quidditch and often appears on the Quidditch pitch, sitting in the stands cheering on the players.

Over time, everyone became familiar with the existence of a Mantis who loved Quidditch. After all, they had seen much stranger things, so the Mantis didn't seem so hard to accept.

Most importantly, he also likes Quidditch, which has earned him the approval of many Quidditch enthusiasts.

The Gryffindor Quidditch team even invited Korrook to play Quidditch together. With his wings, he was quite fast – after all, he was a hero known as "The Windbreaker," and his speed was almost as fast as Harry's Firebolt.

Fred gladly gave up his position and then scored a 330-160 against Slytherin. Had Elizabeth not caught the Golden Snitch in time to end the match, the score might have been much higher.

After the match, Korruc became even more popular. After all, he was able to defeat Slytherin, who had Elizabeth the Dark Lord, by such a huge margin. The other two houses were in a frenzy of celebration, especially Gryffindor. They even presented Korruc with a Gryffindor robe and invited him to the Gryffindor common room.

To be honest, Kerruk was genuinely moved by the children's enthusiasm.

After the match, the Slytherins looked like defeated dogs. Elizabeth slumped listlessly on her broom, drifting towards the castle like a ghost. The most heartbroken was Viktor Krum, who had come excitedly to see the Quidditch level at Hogwarts, only to have the match remind him of the devastating defeat at the hands of the Irish team during the summer holidays, a defeat so humiliating that even his capture of the Golden Snitch couldn't turn the tide.

It hurts, it hurts too much.

In contrast, the Swarm Guardian is quite quiet. He likes to stand still and not move. If it weren't for his antennae fiddling around occasionally, people might think he was cosplaying as a sculpture.

His greatest hobby now is going to Hagrid's hut and chatting with Hagrid about the Bombtail.

To be honest, Hagrid wasn't surprised at all when he first met Hissek. Instead, he unabashedly prepared a bunch of Hagrid-style delicacies, such as chewy rock cakes and special jerky made from some unknown type of meat.

Hisek was quite interested in these local delicacies, and the two quickly became good friends. Hisek even suggested introducing the pilot, Kaztik, to Hagrid, because he felt that Kaztik would definitely have something in common with Hagrid.

That makes sense. In Hissek's opinion, Kaz'tik liked to play with horrific insects, while Hagrid liked to play with these strange, large insects. He couldn't quite put his finger on what the insect looked like, but it did resemble Overseer Krasis, whom he had seen years ago.

As a hero on par with the Cutter and the Manipulator, and with whom he had a good relationship, he provided Hagrid with numerous breeding plans, specifically on how to raise the Blasttail. Under his guidance, the Blasttail grew even more impressively, from the size of a calf to the size of an adult bull. This made the students particularly reluctant to attend Magical Creatures class, partly because they didn't want to be around such a dangerous animal, and partly because the Blasttail's smell was simply too strong; its pungent ammonia odor could be detected from two miles away…

(End of this chapter)