I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 329 Grandpa is seriously ill

When it comes to playing cards, Harry had absolutely no luck factor. In just two hours, he lost three Galleons. If the twins hadn't deliberately let him win, he probably would have lost everything.

Louis wasn't having much luck today either; he lost a little while, and the three Weasley brothers won everything.

"You three have had too much luck, I'm not playing with you anymore." Harry threw down his cards, ready to hand them to Rudy: "We're getting off the train soon, forget it, I'll play again another day after I wash my hands!"

Everyone glanced out the window and realized they were indeed almost there; the train had already entered London.

"We're almost there..." Harry murmured, feeling a little reluctant but also excited—this was his first time spending the summer at Sirius's house, instead of going back to that wretched Uncle Vernon's.

"What, you still don't want to go home?" Louis asked, raising an eyebrow. "I've never seen a student who doesn't want to go home for the holidays before... But I don't quite understand. It would have been normal in the past two years, but this year you're not going to the Dursleys' house..."

"I'm just nervous..." Harry hiccuped, feeling a little awkward.

"What's there to be nervous about? That's your godfather, not a stranger." Louis shrugged, not understanding Harry's nervousness.

Human joys and sorrows are not shared, Harry... well, Harry is someone who's been terrified of poverty.

That's roughly the mindset.

After getting off the bus, Louis saw Sirius Black and Aunt Molly standing together, with his mother and sister Diana beside them. He waved to them, and his mother waved back, but her expression wasn't as cheerful as usual. Even Diana's usual smile was gone. For some reason, Louis suddenly had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, as they walked to the side, Diana whispered, "Grandpa's health isn't good; he was even hospitalized a few days ago..."

Louis felt a sudden jolt and staggered back two steps. Although he was a transmigrator, the bond he had formed with his grandfather since childhood was genuine and undeniable. His grandfather's love for him was real and unadulterated. He was somewhat unable to accept the sudden news that the old man was critically ill.

"Why didn't you tell me about something this big?" Louis's eyes were red. If something had happened to his grandfather, he... didn't dare to think about it.

"Don't worry, Grandpa's out of danger for now... We were going to let you know, but we can't call from Hogwarts. Just as we were about to have Emerys pass on the message, Grandpa was out of danger. He said you're someone who does important things and shouldn't let this little thing bother you. He repeatedly told us not to call you back..." Diana said worriedly, "But the doctor said the situation isn't optimistic... Grandpa is too old, and his bodily functions are declining..."

"What did Chromie say?" Louis asked, looking up. "Grandpa already accepted..." As he spoke, he noticed that they were at a train station, surrounded by people and gossip, so he greeted Harry and the others, and then got on the train with his mother and Diana.

In the car, Mom said in a low voice, "Even if they accept the inheritance, there's nothing they can do. Chromie said that even humans on their side who reach the Epic level can't resist the natural aging of their bodies..."

Louis fell silent, then sighed and said, "Let's go home and see Grandpa first."

Louis was in a bad mood the whole way. Catherine sat beside him, holding his hands silently, offering him encouragement. Louis rested his head on Catherine's shoulder, his mind preoccupied with getting back to Cromy and questioning him thoroughly.

Upon returning home, the first thing Louis did was rush to his grandfather's room.

Grandpa was sitting by the window looking at the scenery. Louis noticed that Grandpa no longer had his usual high spirits. Instead, he looked very tired and looked like an ordinary old man who had been suffering from a long-term illness.

"You're back?" That was the first thing his grandfather said when he saw him.

Louis had a lot to say; he had been preparing for it for a long time on the road. But all the words he wanted to say ultimately turned into a simple "hmm."

"It's good that you're back." Old Louis turned around, looked at his eldest grandson, and remained silent for a long time.

Louis walked over to his grandfather's recliner, pulled over a chair and sat down, hesitating for a long time, unsure of what to say.

"Look at yourself now, what's there to be sad about?" Old Louis was furious when he saw his eldest grandson's appearance. He picked up the cane next to the recliner, wanting to give Louis a couple of whacks, but then couldn't bring himself to do it. After a while, he reluctantly put down the cane and reached out his old hand to stroke his eldest grandson's hair.

"Take it easy. Birth, aging, sickness, and death are all part of life; it's the law of nature." Old Louis was quite philosophical about it. He looked at his beloved grandson with obvious satisfaction. His grandson had inherited the excellent traditions of the Mountbatten family and now held a certain position in the wizarding world, so he had no regrets.

If there's any regret, it's that my son David died too young.

"You must live to be ten thousand years old, a hundred thousand years old." Louis couldn't hold back his tears, which streamed down his face. "You haven't even seen the birth of my child with Catherine yet..."

"Silly boy, do you think I'm that shark?" Old Louis glanced at his eldest grandson. "Long live ten thousand years, a hundred thousand years? We don't have that kind of feudal thinking in our family..."

"Grandpa, our family is a remnant of feudalism," Louis kindly reminded him.

Old Louis: ...

I can't respond to what you're saying.

"Alright, alright, tell me, how can I be happy when you come back like this?" Old Louis glared at his grandson and said irritably, "I just managed to get back into a good mood, and you ruined it the moment you arrived. Tell me, are you doing this on purpose?"

"..." Louis thought to himself, am I still your grandson or not? He touched his nose, coughed twice, and tried to cover up his embarrassment.

"Alright, let me have some peace and quiet," old Louis started to shoo him away. "Go on, if you want to cry, go cry to your mother. You're a grown man, acting like this..."

Louis: ...

"Alright, I'll go find my mom then. Don't regret it?" Louis asked tentatively.

Old Louis waved his hand impatiently, telling people to go cool off somewhere else. He could have lived for a few more months, but with his grandson causing trouble for a few more days, he'd lose at least several dozen days of his life.

As soon as Louis stepped out of his grandfather's room, he called out to Chromie. Chromie, who was always quick to respond, sprang from the air the instant Louis called out, bringing with him a cloud of yellow sand.

This wasn't something Louis needed to worry about; it wasn't his job to clean the house anyway, the servants would handle it. He pulled Chromie to the next room, looking intently at her: "Chromie, I have a question for you, and you must answer truthfully."

"Huh...?" Chromie asked, somewhat bewildered. She probably knew why the usually calm Louis was in such a hurry.

"If we can obtain the life essence of the Red Dragon Legion, is there any hope for my grandfather?" Louis's voice trembled slightly—he was afraid that Chromie would shake her head.

Chromie let out a sigh and shrugged, "I thought it was something serious... Is that all? If we could obtain the life essence of the Red Dragon Legion... your grandfather, a mere mortal, could at least live forever, let alone be saved."

Louis slammed his fist on the table excitedly, startling Chromie: "What are you doing? Why are you so jumpy... The life essence of the Red Dragonflight is hard to come by... Don't count on Kristastha and Lylastha; they're just ordinary red dragons, not guardian dragons like Her Majesty Alexstrasza. They can't condense life essence for you... But they can certainly keep your grandfather alive. Kristastha has been keeping him alive these past few days..."

"Let's go, to Azeroth." Louis sighed. "I've taken the job of raiding Grim Batol—good things must be done soon, my grandfather can't wait."

"Are you sure?" Chromie hesitated for a moment, then looked at Louis and asked, "If you go with Catherine, even if you rescue His Majesty Alexstrasza, you'll only get two portions of the Red Dragonflight's essence..."

"Oh, you don't need to worry about that." Louis thought to himself that the reward for completing the mission would be more than twenty. He patted Chromie's small shoulder. "I'll go call Catherine. Let's set off now."

"Alright..." Chromie nodded. "After all, the flow of time is different on both sides. In Azeroth, it would take about a month to equal one day here."

Louis wanted to ask if it wasn't still, but then stopped himself and asked instead, "Why are the flow rates different?"

"Of course it was the Bronze Dragonflight's help, are you stupid?" Chromie rolled her eyes at him. "It was only with His Majesty Nozdormu's special permission; otherwise, do you think you'd receive this treatment?"

"Please thank His Majesty Nozdormu for me." Louis said, then turned and walked out of the room. A moment later, he came in with Catherine.

When they came in, Chromie didn't say much, only asking, "Are you ready?"

"Yes, I've already told Mom and the others that I'm going out with Catherine for a day or two before coming home... Let's get started." Louis nodded. He didn't dare tell his mother that he was going on an adventure, nor did he dare tell his grandfather, otherwise, it would be uncertain whether he could come back here.

Chromie snapped his fingers, and a portal filled with yellow sand appeared before them.

"Go in," Chromie said. "You two go first; I need to maintain the portal."

Louis took a couple of steps, then suddenly remembered something, stopped, and turned back to ask, "I have a question. Where are you planning to take us?"

"Of course it's Dalaran, what else?" Chromie asked with an adorable expression.

"I hope we don't see a repeat of what happened at the entrance of Qinglong Temple, where you suddenly disappeared and left us here?" Louis's expression was somewhat unfriendly; he was thinking about what happened at Qinglong Temple.

Chromie chuckled twice, waving her little hands repeatedly: "How could that be? How could that be? Don't worry... Here, take this. It's a token of the Bronze Dragon Clan. Just give it to Koroostras... And don't worry about the gold coins. Galleons and the gold coins over there are interchangeable and look almost identical."

"If you lie to me, I'll be eating a whole roasted dragon when I get back," Louis threatened, his eyes gleaming with malice.

Chromie waved his hands repeatedly, saying it was impossible, absolutely impossible. He said he was an honest man and would never disappear again.

Louis gave Chromie a long look, took Catherine's hand, and stepped into the portal through the yellow sand.

Chromie muttered to herself, "It can't be disappearing again, it must be...."

……

Compared to the outskirts of London, Dalaran is far superior in both its sky and air quality. The air, in particular, is polluted even in the most beautiful manors, and this is true even in the magical world.

"The air is so fresh..." Catherine said softly.

Louis felt the same way. He looked around and realized that the two of them seemed to have entered a bedroom, though he didn't know whose house it was—through the window, they could see a clear blue sky.

Upon closer inspection, the style seemed to be that of a magic hotel in Dalaran. Louis walked to the bookshelf and casually picked up a book.

The cover reads "A tear-jerking romance novel..."

Well, it seems to be the story of Marcus—but does the legend of Marcus even exist now? Louis wasn't very familiar with Warcraft history either.

He threw the novel back onto the shelf as if he'd been electrocuted. Catherine, seeing his action, asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, this novel is a bit... well..." Louis coughed twice to cover his embarrassment. "Let's wait a bit. After Chromie arrives, we'll go downstairs and take a look. To be honest—I've never been to Dalaran before, so I don't know what the situation is like here. We'll have to wait for Chromie..."

"Okay, whatever you say." Catherine agreed with Louis. She picked through the bookshelves, found a book called "Basic Theories and Research of Arcane Arts," and then sat down to read it carefully.

Louis noticed the book's authorship—Kelsugard.

Goodness, it starts with names... no, I mean famous people...

Kel'Thuzad is now one of the six members of the Kirin Tor Council, and has not yet turned into the lich in Naxxramas... so it's not surprising to see his works in Dalaran.

But he should have already started researching psychic arts by now, right? Louis wasn't quite sure either.

"Why isn't Chromie here yet?" Louis glanced at his watch. It was four in the afternoon. Chromie had said that the time difference between the two places was different. In that case, he would just have to wait a little longer.

……

Two hours later.

"What time is it? Is Chromie still coming? I'm getting a little hungry..." Louis muttered to himself. Catherine closed the book, her expression also looking rather unpleasant.

"I suspect..." Catherine's expression turned cold, "We've been stood up by Chromie again!"

(End of this chapter)