I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 4 Without etiquette, one cannot stand.

"There are also spinach, liver, and intestine flavors. George said he even had one that tasted like booger. ◆Search 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐠𝐥𝐞 on 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝟓𝟐𝟎𝐜𝐨𝐦◆"

Ron enthusiastically introduced the product to everyone.

"Next time you run into him, remember to ask him how he knows the smell of boogers."

Louis astutely spotted the key point.

Potter secretly slipped the Beans into the crack of the sofa; he didn't want to eat Beans that tasted like boogers—that would be awful.

"Louis, you're so smart! Why didn't I think of that?"

Ron popped a bean into his mouth, sniffed, and laughed, "Hmm, it's chocolate flavored. I'm really lucky."

"Really?" Louis chewed the flavored beans carefully and said with a smile, "It's alright, mine is black pepper flavored."

And our savior has already picked up the Chocolate Frog.

"Mine tastes like a toad," Neville said with a bitter face.

After everyone laughed for a while, Ron started talking again: "Hogwarts has four houses. Our Weasley family has always been Gryffindor. George and Fred told me that the Sorting Ceremony is a wizarding duel, and the house is decided based on the performance in the duel."

At this point, Ron's little face fell: "Oh God, if I don't get sorted into Gryffindor, my mom will kill me..."

"Me too. If I were sorted into Slytherin, Grandma wouldn't let me off the hook..."

At this point, Ron suddenly realized and asked, "Wait a minute (chewing), Neville, how do you know what a toad tastes like?"

While he was talking, he didn't forget to tear into the chewy, orange-yellow gummy candy.

"I once licked my Rafer, oh Rafer was a pet my grandma bought for me, it was a toad."

Neville's words commanded the respect of everyone in the cubicle.

"Oh no! It's my Rafer! My Rafer is gone!" Neville belatedly stood up and said to everyone in a panic.

"Calm down, Neville," Ron comforted him. "Think carefully about where Rafer was last seen."

"I...I don't know, my memory isn't very good..." Neville's little face was so bitter it could be used as a cold dish.

"Alright, Neville and I will go out and look for it. You two stay here and watch the house." Louis stood up and patted Neville on the shoulder. "Come on, Neville, let's go take a look together."

"We'll go too," Ron and Harry said, clearly two enthusiastic people.

"No, someone has to watch the house... Only Neville knows Rafer, so having more people won't make much difference. You two can keep each other company in the cubicle."

Louis added, "We'll both be back soon. Keep an eye on my Emerald."

"Amory?" Harry and Ron exchanged a glance and looked at the backpack that was still wobbling irregularly.

"No problem, Louis, we'll take good care of it for you."

"Okay, let's go then." Louis patted Neville, gesturing for him to follow.

It seemed the carriages were divided according to the houses; aside from the freshmen, almost every student had their own carriage. After searching unsuccessfully through the Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, and Ravenclaw carriages, Lewis and Neville arrived at the Slytherin carriage.

"Maybe... let's go back, Louis." Neville seemed very afraid of this carriage.

"What's wrong?" Louis asked with a hint of concern.

"Slytherin... I don't like Slytherin, they're all dark wizards." Neville seemed to recall some unpleasant memories.

"Prejudice in people's hearts is a mountain, Neville," Louis patted his arm to comfort him, then knocked on the door of the first cubicle.

There was only one student in the cubicle, a senior student who was reading a book. She was facing away from the cubicle door, so her face was not visible, only her golden hair, which shone like the sun, was visible.

"Hello, have you seen a toad? It's a classmate's pet," Louis asked politely.

"Sorry, no."

The senior's voice was somewhat aloof and arrogant, yet as clear as a stream.

"Sorry to bother you." Louis closed the door, and then heard bursts of laughter coming from the next cubicle.

He walked over and found Neville hanging awkwardly upside down in the doorway, while an older student with long, prominent teeth and his classmates were pointing at Neville, who was magically suspended, and laughing at him.

"What's wrong, Neville?" Louis's face darkened.

"They...they laughed at me and cursed me..." Neville said, large tears welling up in his eyes and falling to the ground on his forehead.

Louis patted him on the shoulder to comfort him, then reached into his pocket with his other hand, while the big-toothed man continued to laugh loudly from inside the cubicle.

"Hey, Snotty Longbottom, you're just as useless as your stupid parents, hahaha..." Big Teeth was even imitating Neville's parents, which caused another round of unrestrained laughter.

"Excuse me, gentlemen, has any of you seen Longbottom's toad?" Louis asked with a smile and polite manner. "I would be very grateful if you could provide any information."

"Where did this nosy country bumpkin come from? The Longbottom family's snotty idiot and the filthy Mudblood, you two really are birds of a feather."

Big Teeth's mouth is exceptionally poisonous.

Neville, emboldened by some unknown source of courage, broke free from the magical restraints and collapsed to the ground with a thud. He scrambled to his feet, pointed in their direction, and shouted, "I...I won't allow you to insult Louis! Marcus Flint!"

"Alright, Neville, don't bother with them."

Louis gestured for Neville to leave the cubicle with him.

"At least you, little mudblood, have some sense of propriety," Marcus mocked the two. "I think you should understand that Hogwarts is not a place for mudbloods like you. You should keep your braids, tuck your tails between your legs, and go back to your braided country."

Upon hearing this, Louis suddenly stopped. He gently pushed Neville out of the cubicle and spoke softly.

"My grandfather once told me."

"Manners..."

Louis closed the cubicle door.

"Maketh..."

As he spoke, he locked the door to the cubicle.

"Man (without propriety, one cannot stand)."

He turned gracefully, drew his wand, and said politely, "It seems that pure-blood families don't pay much attention to the etiquette education of their offspring. I think it's necessary for me to give you a proper etiquette lesson."

"Hahahaha... You think you can take me on?" Marcus and his four companions laughed so hard they were breathless. He nudged the tall, muscular fat man next to him and said, "Fries, go teach him a lesson."

"You all come at me together, I'm in a hurry." Louis's tone was always so elegant.

"Kid, you're asking for it!" Fris lunged forward menacingly, but unexpectedly heard a clear shout.

"Stupefy (collapses)!"

With a thud, Frith collapsed to the ground. Marcus and the others stared at Louis in astonishment, shocked that a first-year student could be hit by a Stunning Charm, when they noticed he was toying with a strangely shaped crystal sword in his hand.

There was also a large bump on Frith's forehead.

Louis's elegant and composed voice rang out at just the right moment, pulling them back from their astonishment.

"Should we continue with the class, or just stand here like idiots and waste each other's time?"

(End of this chapter)

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