I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 325 Social Affairs

After Harry fell asleep, Ron and Hermione took turns drawing a bunch of colorful little animals on Harry's face.

These two are definitely not from the same family.

Aunt Molly tried to stop them, but it was no use. The moment she turned her head, those two bastards... no, those two scoundrels started drawing on Harry's face again.

Louis glanced at the two of them, shook his head helplessly, and took Catherine's hand as they left the medical wing.

I can't play with them. Mom said I shouldn't play with idiots.

It's a pity there isn't a single mage here, otherwise he would definitely have gone to buy melon seeds for Luo the Fool and He the Fool.

After the Three Kingdoms Tournament, there was really nothing to do. Just sitting around doing nothing was driving him crazy. But Louis was a restless soul. Even if Fudge did nothing, he couldn't just stand by and do nothing—he had to at least protect his relatives, friends, and the factory.

Lucius and his family were safe. The entire manor had been teleported to Pandaria by the suddenly returning Chromie, right next to the Half-Mountain Farm in the Valley of the Four Winds. Lucius was very satisfied, and Narcissa was even more so. She adored the chubby pandaren and had even become best friends with Yu'er Caiwei from the Half-Mountain Farm.

As for Draco... well, whether he's satisfied or not isn't that important. What's that saying? Parents are the true love, children are just accidents.

Draco was now somewhat speechless.

As for the Moonberry Workshop and the technology company, there's not much to worry about. Thanks to the Fire Keeper, most of the Squirrels who worked for Louis became professionals after careful selection, with the most loyal of them, Joseph Mills, even becoming an epic paladin.

Don't underestimate this epic-level skill. Chromie said that Turalyon was only just entering the epic-level realm back then, so it seems that Joseph's talent is extraordinary.

Of course, it could also be due to piety toward the Holy Light—but according to Louis, it's unlikely he believed in the Holy Light.

"A paladin is good," Louis thought to himself, looking at Joseph and thinking he should find him a suitable job.

He didn't need to worry about things at home; at least Voldemort wouldn't be so ruthless as to attack top Muggle politicians first. But to prevent him from really going mad, Louis still sent two bronze dragons to guard Buckingham Palace.

Three days later, after finishing his business, Louis finally had the leisure to sit down and properly savor the aged tangerine peel from Seris that Sakuya had brewed and that Yan had given him.

It's a bit of a mouthful, but it's really good. Under Louis's leadership, Chenpi became incredibly popular, not only becoming a must-have for Hogwarts afternoon tea, but also appearing on the tea tables of Muggle nobles.

The main thing is that the dried tangerine peel that Louis uses is made by Chromie himself using time magic, and he even adds some herbs from Azeroth. The effects of this are extraordinary; it can be said that drinking it can prolong life.

However, there's a cruel joke: despite having so many precious medicinal herbs, the average lifespan of humans there is only around thirty years.

Of course, it can't be compared to immortal species like the Night Elves or long-lived species like the High Elves. Those two... well, let's not even compare them.

Since their rise to power, Voldemort seemed to have vanished without a trace, and Dumbledore had been searching for them for days without success. Fudge, on the other hand, was even more smug, and he began to plot the audacious and rebellious plan to expel Dumbledore from Hogwarts.

Politicians will do anything for their own benefit.

"So what exactly were you doing when you disappeared for a while?" Louis asked, leisurely sipping his tangerine peel tea, suddenly bringing up a question he had been meaning to ask.

Chromie shrugged helplessly and pointed upwards: "I don't know either. I was just inexplicably trapped in a spacetime turbulence. I suspect it was someone..."

Having said that, she fell silent. Louis chuckled and said with a smile, "The Titans are all imprisoned on Argus now, who would dare to stuff you into the spacetime turbulence? Sargeras, perhaps? He wouldn't have the time or inclination to concern himself with that, would he?"

"I wouldn't know then," Chromie said, taking a sip of her tea before suddenly realizing something. "What did you say? The Titans are imprisoned on Argus? Where did you get that information...?"

"Don't pry into what happens in society," Louis said with a mysterious smile. "I just happen to know it all."

Cromi was furious, but she couldn't bear to beat Louis up to vent her anger, so she could only swallow her anger.

"How's Azeroth lately?" Louis asked suddenly after taking a bite of Sakuya's secret-recipe cookie.

Chromie put down his teacup, coughed, and said like a little adult, "If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have forgotten. Kleostras is organizing a team to go to Grim Batol to rescue the Red Dragon Queen... The candidate has been chosen, it's his rather incompetent apprentice, Rhonin. You should be prepared, you might need to lend a hand."

"Huh? Couldn't they have successfully rescued the Queen?" Louis was actually a little reluctant to go to Azeroth, somewhat like the man who loved dragons but was terrified of them. "Didn't you remember when you looked at the timeline?"

"You think I can't remember?!" Touching on the most sensitive topic for the Bronze Dragonflight, Chromie finally exploded. She pounced on Louis, straddling his neck and shaking him violently. "Do you know how dire the situation is?! We can't even observe the timeline of Azeroth anymore! Do you understand?! You don't know! All you do is eat and sleep like a pig! Look at you, what's the difference between you and those pigs?!"

Louis coughed violently as Chromie pinched him; she was really squeezing hard. Luckily, Sakuya noticed Louis's eyes rolling back and quickly went over to remove Chromie. Louis saw stars and coughed for a while before recovering. He took a few deep breaths and asked with a grim expression, "I think you were trying to strangle me to death..."

"With someone as troublesome as you, I might as well just strangle you already!" Chromie said sternly. "And you're even making sarcastic remarks about me. Do you know how hard it is for me...?"

"Okay, okay, okay..." Louis quickly coaxed her, "Just consider it my fault. I'll go to Azeroth with you in a couple of days, so don't be angry... I'll go help out."

"That's more like it..." Chromie's expression finally softened. He looked at Catherine, then at Louis, and said earnestly, "Lust is a double-edged sword. You're still young; don't get obsessed with beauty..."

Catherine's smiling face suddenly turned cold, covered with a thick layer of frost.

Cromi really knows how to rub salt in the wound.

"If you keep saying that, my little moon won't let me go with you," Louis said quickly, glancing at Catherine.

Chromie chuckled. "Speaking of which, I advise you not to bring Catherine with you to Azeroth..."

"Why?" Louis asked, puzzled. "Why can't I take Catherine with me?"

Chromie cleared his throat and said sarcastically, "That Vereesa Windrunner who's been with you, her nickname is also Little Moon... I'm afraid you'll get the wrong name and she'll shoot a hole right through you..."

Louis opened his mouth, but in the end he just said "okay".

I never expected there to be this reason. I've never heard of this before when I played games. Could it be that I haven't played enough games?

Oh no, I've become a "cloud gamer"...

"Since you put it that way, then I'm even more determined to go." Catherine narrowed her long, narrow eyes, glancing at Louis and then at Chromie. "I don't think I should sit here and let the little deer go on an adventure. I should be with him through thick and thin."

"Little Moon..." Louis feigned being moved, snuggling into Catherine's arms. In reality, he was quite indifferent, but he still had to put on a touching act to coax the woman.

Catherine lowered her head and gently stroked Louis's soft hair. From an angle that neither she nor Louis could see, a glint of triumph flashed in Chromie's eyes.

Hehe, this time it's not Ronin and Vereesa going on the mission together, it's the two of you instead, hehehehe...

She smiled to herself, but on the surface she wore an expression of utter disgust.

"Go away, you two, go to the bedroom if you want to show off your love. This is the living room," Chromie said with a look of disgust. "You're not ashamed, but I'm an eyesore. Aren't you afraid a stranger might suddenly walk in?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ron and Hermione pushed open the door and entered, followed by Harry, who had just been discharged from the hospital.

"Good heavens, is your mouth blessed?" Louis thought to himself. He pulled his head off Catherine's chest, looked at the three little ones who had turned their heads away, and asked, "When was Harry discharged from the hospital? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Ah, I just got out of the hospital." Harry scratched his head and turned around. "Since we're just killing time anyway, why don't we invite you to come over to Hagrid's place for a bit—I've been missing him quite a bit these past few days."

"Let's go, we don't have anything to do right now anyway." Louis looked at Catherine: "Do you want to come with us? We're just sitting here anyway."

"I won't go. You guys have fun." Catherine's face still had a faint blush.

The weather was nice today, quite sunny and breezy. The pumpkins on Hagrid's farm had already produced small fruits. As soon as they approached Hagrid's hut, Tooth jumped out from the open door, barking happily and wagging its tail to welcome everyone.

"This dog is so adorable." Louise ruffled the dog's head twice, and the dog barked happily twice.

"Indeed." Ron also liked dogs, especially dogs that looked so majestic, but after examining Tooth, he hesitated and turned to Harry, asking, "Look at him... uh, doesn't he look a bit like Sirius Black?"

Seeing his good friend's strange expression, he quickly added, "Oh no, that's not what I meant, Harry. I meant, uh, it looks a lot like Sirius Black's Animagus form..."

Harry's expression softened a bit. He looked closely at Tooth and nodded, saying, "A little bit of a sparrow."

"Who is it?" Hagrid asked in a deep voice as he strode to the door. Seeing everyone, he first called out "Harry!" happily, then hurried over to greet them, giving Harry a tight hug with his thick arm and ruffling his hair, saying, "It's so good to see you, buddy...it's so good to see you."

It's clear that Hagrid genuinely likes Harry.

They entered Hagrid's hut and saw two sets of teacups and saucers the size of buckets on the wooden table in front of the fireplace.

"After having a cup of tea with Orim," Hagrid said somewhat awkwardly, "she just left."

"Who?" Ron didn't react for a moment, raising his eyebrows and asking curiously. He couldn't recall anyone named Orim at Hogwarts.

"Mrs. Maxim, needless to say!" Hagrid said with a smile.

"Oh! You two made up?" Ron asked with a gossipy look on his face. Hagrid's marriage is a major event, who wouldn't care? Even Louis, who is not usually gossipy, became interested, looking at Hagrid's big face that was flushed slightly.

"What are you talking about?" Hagrid said cheerfully, taking a few more cups from the cupboard. He made tea, brought out a plate of rock cakes and distributed them to everyone, then leaned back in his chair and scrutinized Harry with his dark eyes.

"Are you alright?" he asked gruffly.

"I'm fine," Harry answered without hesitation, then asked eagerly, "Don't change the subject, Hagrid, tell me about your progress with Mrs. Maxime..."

"Hey, what progress could there be? Don't get your hopes up..." Hagrid said modestly, waving his hand, but the ease and self-satisfaction in his expression made it clear to even a fool that things were going well.

Hermione chuckled and said with a smile, "Looks like Hagrid's going to be leaving his single life behind..."

The barrage of teasing left Hagrid a bit overwhelmed. He could only chuckle sheepishly, breaking the rock-skinned flatbread into pieces and offering it to everyone, saying, "Stop talking, stop talking, have some flatbread, I just baked this today..."

Those familiar with eating rock-skin flatbread expertly broke it into small pieces and tossed them into teacups to soak. It's worth noting that this method is somewhat similar to mutton stew with flatbread. Softened by the tea, the flatbread is no longer unpalatable; it has a pleasant, soft texture and a delicate tea aroma. Even a picky eater like Louis wouldn't refuse a serving of rock-skin flatbread soaked in tea.

Ever since Louis invented this new way of eating in a moment of desperation, the three little ones have never refused rock-skin cakes again.

It seems I haven't found the right way to eat it.

"I must say, Hagrid, your cooking skills are getting better and better." Harry, who hadn't eaten breakfast, ate the rock-skin bread soaking in his teacup with great gusto, as if he were eating mutton stew. He slurped it up so much that you'd think he was eating a simple meal of tea-soaked rice.

But in a way, they're pretty much the same. One is soaking rice, and the other is soaking flatbread. They're basically both soaking staple foods, so they can be considered the same kind of food.

Good grief, here's a list of merging like terms?

(End of this chapter)