I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 328 On the Train

"But...but..." Hermione scratched her head, her slightly left-leaning views making it difficult for her to accept Louis's perspective.

It's important to note that the "white left" is not actually left. In reality, the "white left" is a far-right ideology disguised as left-wing. Essentially, it's about forcing others to accept their views. These humanoid beings don't genuinely believe in anything pitiful; they're merely satisfying their own pathetic sense of conscience. They're essentially pursuing self-satisfaction and self-indulgence, which is different from self-actualization...

But Hermione... it's a bit hard to say. This girl does have a bit of kindness in her heart, but in reality, just looking at that vomiting... no, I mean the SPEW Society—that is, the House-Elf Protection Society—she essentially forces people to accept her views, regardless of whether the house-elves are willing to accept them or not.

The method was too crude.

"No buts, Hermione." Louise crossed her arms, her expression somewhat cold. "I hope you can understand that the wheels of time keep turning and no one can stop them. You're my good brother's girlfriend, and you're a smart woman. I don't want you to do anything foolish. After all, rebuilding the new world order still requires your help."

"I understand." Hermione nodded solemnly, her mind racing.

It's not really her fault. In fact, this kind of person is particularly common among the middle class in Europe and America during this era, given the prevailing social environment.

"Your safety must also be guaranteed, Ron." Louis looked at Ron and said seriously, "The Burrow is too isolated. I hope you can move to a safer place... I hope you can persuade Aunt Molly when you get home."

Ron was clearly tempted, but after thinking it over carefully, he shook his head in frustration: "No, Mom won't listen to me, she could never listen to me..."

"You're so silly." Louis looked at the silly child with pity. "Why don't you team up with your brothers and sisters to force her to resign? Think about it, if Bill, Charlie, George, Fred, Ginny, and you all made the same request at the same time, would your mother object? Besides, the four of you siblings have earned a lot of money and have contributed to the family income, so I don't believe Aunt Molly would object."

"This..." Ron thought for a moment.

Louis pressed his advantage: "Don't just talk about moving. Make sure to emphasize Ginny's safety. It doesn't matter to you boys, but what about Ginny, who's a girl? Remember to use this approach. After all, Ginny is a girl, and the youngest one at that. I'm sure Aunt Molly won't object."

While speaking, Louis felt as if he had forgotten someone, but after racking his brains for a while, he still couldn't think of who it was.

"Alright, whatever you say!" Ron clenched his fist and smacked his palm. "So, Harry, are you planning to come over to my house during the summer holidays?"

"It should be fine, let's see if Sirius has time." Harry wasn't opposed to visiting the Burrow, after all, Aunt Molly genuinely liked him, she was practically ready to adopt him as her godson.

"Where's Hermione?" Ron looked at Hermione with hopeful eyes again.

Hermione looked up, clearly lost in thought. Louis sighed, intending to recommend some reading material: "Hey Hermione, don't try to figure it out on your own anymore. I'll recommend a few books; you can read them in your spare time and put what you've learned into practice..."

"Okay." Hermione immediately rummaged through her bag, pulled out a notebook and a pen, "Go ahead and tell me, I'll remember."

"Hmm... Machiavelli's *The Prince*," Louis scratched his chin and continued, "After all, someone as smart as you will be a leader someday, so reading this book won't hurt you—oh, and Seris's *The Art of War*, reading more of those can't hurt either, after all, knowledge is power."

"Is knowledge power?" Hermione murmured.

Louis nodded seriously and said in Chinese, "Yes, knowledge is power!"

"I understand!" Hermione nodded seriously, tucking the notebook into her pocket. She planned to go to the bookstore when she got home to buy the two books and read them carefully to absorb their essence.

Seeing Hermione lost in thought, Louis beckoned to Catherine, who was sitting opposite him. Catherine raised an eyebrow, unsure of his meaning, and leaned closer.

"What I mean is, cheese is power," Louis said softly.

Catherine didn't understand the joke and looked at Louis with a puzzled expression.

"Knowledge, cheese..." Louis said in Chinese, then switched to English, "Hey... in Chinese, knowledge and cheese are homophones... talking to you foreigners is so boring..."

But he forgot that he is now a foreigner himself.

These days, there are many people who admire the US, Japan, and the Soviet Union, but few who admire China—unlike Europe more than four hundred years ago, where Chinese admirers were everywhere.

At the same time, a commotion broke out in the carriage, followed by a burst of laughter.

"What's going on outside?" Ron, who loved excitement, asked curiously. He stood up, and as soon as he pushed open the door, the Weasley twins squeezed in from outside.

Then they saw Neville, whose body was covered in feathers.

"..." Louis forced himself not to laugh. What was wrong with this guy? Why was he covered in feathers? Oh... he must have eaten the canary cookies the twins gave him. He's like someone who wouldn't mind eating a hundred beans! He dares to eat things given by twins? Is he even a Gryffindor...?

He glanced at Catherine, but found that she had no expression on her face. She simply glanced at Neville and then continued to look at the scenery outside the window.

Well, how could a cool and aloof goddess like my sister care about such a small joke?

But the others in the room weren't as accommodating as Louise and Catherine. Harry and Ron burst into laughter, and even Hermione covered her mouth and chuckled. Neville looked at his unruly classmates with a sullen expression, utterly exasperated…

"You're the same, Neville," Louis sighed. "Everyone at Hogwarts knows not to eat anything the Weasley twins give you, why won't you believe it..."

It's not that he's promoting victim-blaming; it's just that the truth is, everyone knows it, but you insist on not believing it, and sometimes you can't blame them for that.

"I...I forgot..." Neville said in a low voice. The twins never used trickery to deal with him; they would simply give him a cookie and ask if he wanted it. Neville would always gladly accept the twins' "kindness" and then get pranked.

It's not that he has a bad memory—Louis cured his bad memory a long time ago—but he always had an element of gambling in him, wanting to take a gamble to see if the twins would really lie to him.

Unfortunately, he lost every bet. The twins are really inhuman... they're such bastards.

"And you two, can't you find someone else to pluck?" Louis glanced helplessly at the laughing twins, snapped his fingers to remove the feathers from Neville's body, and said helplessly, "Neville is such an honest kid, and you two keep messing with him like this. Don't you have any conscience?"

The twins exchanged a glance and shrugged: "You're just like Weatherby, Louis, always lecturing..."

"Wetherby?" Louis paused for a moment, then suddenly remembered that it was Percy's nickname—given by Mr. Crouch, whom Percy admired most, which was quite ironic.

Then he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten about Percy when he was speaking...

Surprisingly, is Percy really that inconspicuous? But speaking of which, Percy really doesn't seem like a member of the Weasley family. The Weasley redheads are usually quite easygoing, and it's rare to see someone as career-obsessed as him.

"Alright, let's not talk about that now. I was just talking to Ron about having him persuade Aunt Molly to move—the Burrow is nice, but it's not safe now that Voldemort is back..."

"That's a great idea," George said cheerfully first. "I've saved up quite a bit of money over the years, enough to move the family into a nice house—a big house, a nice house, a beautiful house." The last sentence was spoken by Fred.

"How much money have you two saved in total? Can I ask?" Hermione asked tentatively.

The twins exchanged a glance, clapped their hands, and said with a grin, "Not much, not much, we haven't saved much money, just over eight thousand Galleons..."

"Eight thousand...?!" Ron's eyes bulged. He never imagined that his two older brothers had saved up so much money—

However, it's understandable. These two are so close, they must have saved up the money together. Thinking about his own little savings of over three thousand Galleons, Ron can't really help but understand.

This was after I took out more than two thousand yuan to help my mother with household expenses.

"Time to rob the rich again," Louis said with a smile, looking at the twins. "But I'm surprised you two are so good at saving money. I thought you'd spend it all..."

"We should always save some money. Money comes and goes, and we've actually spent a lot already. But we won a lot more at the Quidditch World Cup this year, and more than 6,000 of these 8,000 Galleons came from that time..." George and Fred said back and forth.

Louis remembered that the two of them had bet on Ireland to win, but Viktor Krum caught the Golden Snitch first—indeed, it was an unbelievable result, and few people would have imagined such an outcome before the match, so it was normal for them to win by a little more.

"Actually, we were wrong. We should have bet on Harry to win the Triwizard Tournament with Mr. Bagman." Fred sighed. "Now look what happened. Mr. Bagman made a fortune; he even bet his life savings. Why didn't we have that kind of guts back then?"

"Speaking of which, I heard that the fairies behaved particularly badly back then. They didn't want to give him the money at all and wanted to renege on their debt—after all, it was a huge sum of hundreds of thousands of Galleons. If I were one of the fairies, I would have renege on my debt too..." George said somewhat absentmindedly.

"But the fairies still obediently gave Mr. Bagman the Galleons in the end, didn't they?" Fred shrugged. "I just don't know what methods Mr. Bagman used. He was so evasive when I wrote to him, he wouldn't answer me at all..."

"Oh, you mean this?" Louis smiled. He thought for a moment and decided there was nothing he couldn't say, so he told them, "Actually, I did a little bit of work on this. You know I can't stand seeing my friends being wronged. I was the one who sent someone to mediate with the fairies. Of course, Mr. Bagman, to express his gratitude for helping him resolve this matter, offered to donate 80,000 Galleons to the school."

"Mr. Bagman is so generous?" Ron was taken aback. He remembered that Ludo Bagman's clothes were all hand-me-downs... Could he really be the kind of person who would spend money on clothes?

"Otherwise, do you think Louis helped him for nothing? You idiot..." Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron, who couldn't even see something so obvious.

"So, how did you get those stingy fairies to open their mouths?" The twins were very interested in this matter. Those fairies were comparable to Eugénie Grandet. Getting Galleons out of them was no easier than killing Voldemort.

"It's nothing, I just sent the Swarm Guardians, Hisek and the others, to have a friendly chat with the fairies," Louis replied with a chuckle.

They thought for a moment, then imagined a swarm of insects that blotted out the sky...

Thinking about this, I couldn't help but shudder.

That's a reason that's hard to refuse, isn't it?

"Since there are so many people here, why don't we play cards together?" George's urge kicked in; he had nothing better to do than play a couple of rounds of poker.

Anyway, the cubicle was spacious enough for them to sit. Catherine moved to a spot by the window next to Louis, while Hermione sat opposite her. The two girls chatted while playing cards.

"Neville, aren't you going to play?" Harry expertly shuffled the cards and looked up at Neville.

Neville shook his head. He wasn't interested in or good at playing cards. Besides, if his grandmother found out he played cards, especially bronze knuckles, he'd probably get a beating.

Grandma wasn't exactly a good-tempered lady. Thinking of this, Neville shuddered and quickly left the cubicle.

"You did this on purpose, didn't you?" Ron asked Harry with a smile.

Harry shrugged and chuckled, "I can't just kick him out, that wouldn't be right... so let's take a roundabout approach, subtly hinting that he should leave quickly, that he's just standing here and wasting our time playing cards..."

"You did the right thing, Harry." George nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly. "It's not that I'm prejudiced, he's actually a good kid... I mean Neville, but he's... a bit unlucky, I mean, I'm really worried his presence here will affect our luck..."

"That makes sense..." Harry thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "Neville does have a bit of an unlucky aura about him... But anyway, let's play cards first, watch me show off my skills..."

(End of this chapter)