I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 41 The Counterattack Begins Now

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Lee Jordan's professionalism as a Hogwarts Quidditch commentator is unquestionable, and he's also quite witty.

Especially when Slytherin tied the score at 20-20, Lee Jordan's line, "The counterattack begins now?" almost made Louis think that this guy was also from another time.

Unfortunately, Slytherin ultimately failed to mount a successful counterattack, after all, Porter's ability to find the ball was no joke.

Li Jordan used the exaggerated statement, "Potter from Gryffindor swallowed the Golden Snitch like a toad, winning 150 points for Gryffindor. The game is over! Gryffindor is the winner!" as the closing remark of the match. Since this match, Hogwarts has used imported Golden Snitches.

Dude, that makes sense.

There was a little mishap during the match; halfway through, Harry's broom went out of control, swinging left and right so much it almost spun his brains out. Fortunately, it soon returned to normal. Lewis looked towards Snape, and sure enough—Hermione, that audacious beaver, had set the professor's robes on fire.

Poor Snape only had this one black coat, which Lily gave him.

Snape gasped in pain.

Immediately after the game ended, the three clever men rushed over to find Louis. Looking at Catherine beside him, they hesitated to speak, wanting to say something but holding back.

"Looks like your little animal friend has something personal to discuss with you." Catherine raised an eyebrow. "I also have some things to take care of. See you in the Slytherin common room tonight."

"Okay, sure."

Louis was pleased with his senior's respect. He thought of his girlfriend from his past life, who was a bit of a troublemaker; she was practically a saint if she didn't cause any trouble, let alone show him this kind of understanding and respect.

The sharp-tongued and arrogant queen is actually quite adorable.

Seeing Catherine walk away, Hermione hurriedly looked around, and when she saw no one was nearby, she quickly said, "During the match, Professor Snape cursed Harry's broom!"

Louis suppressed a laugh and decided not to expose Snape's wrongdoing.

Let the three little ones misunderstand. Anyway, Professor Snape already has enough on his plate. What's that saying? Too much debt, no worries; too many lice, no need to raise them.

It's fine to let him keep his achievements hidden.

He led the three children to a secluded spot: "Come on, let's talk over there."

The autumn wind in the Scottish Highlands was slightly biting, swirling fallen leaves against the group. Louis tightened his coat and wrapped his scarf tightly around his neck, trying to keep warm.

"Tell me what happened," Louis said, straightening his clothes and looking at his three friends who were itching to speak.

"Snape, it was Professor Snape. We saw him casting a spell on Harry. I went over and set his clothes on fire, and Harry's broom stopped running away." Hermione spoke at a machine gun pace, fast but with very clear enunciation. It would be a shame if she didn't win a Grammy Award for rap.

But it seems she might not be able to get it, after all, she is a pure Englishwoman, not some black transgender female Muslim.

How can you win a major international award if you can't stack up your buffs?

In this day and age, Big Brother is still alive, and the world isn't that decadent yet. At least for now, stacking buffs doesn't work in the West.

"Personally, I'm willing to believe the Headmaster of Slytherin, but we can't completely ignore what Hermione said." Louis tapped his fingers rhythmically on his arm. "If you insist on asking for my opinion, I can only say that, considering the current situation, taking into account the overall picture, the complexities of Hogwarts, and the intricacies of the school, we might think that Miss Hermione has some merit. But in conclusion, you might find that, despite the unpleasantness of her words, we don't have sufficient evidence to prove Hermione's point... At this stage, this is all we can expect."

Just as Louis had predicted, after listening to his long and complicated sentences, the three little ones' eyes welled up with tiny circles, like mosquito coils.

Culturally speaking, Harry and Ron, who are at least uneducated and ignorant, are certainly not worth having to analyze long and complex sentences.

This is also thanks to the excellent matchmaking system of the British Magic World region.

Although Hermione could understand the meaning of all the words, she discovered a terrifying fact: even though she could recognize each word Louis said, she had no idea what the words meant when they were put together.

"Then... do you think Professor Snape was the one who wanted to kill Harry?" Hermione was starting to doubt her own judgment.

Under the expectant gazes of the three children, Louis slowly nodded and said, "Yes."

The three of them had just begun to show joy when Louis's next words made them completely lose their smiles.

"No, not exactly."

Louis shrugged and smiled as he said to the three of them, "Sometimes, things aren't as simple as you think. So-called bad people aren't just those who are mean to you all day long. A truly bad person might not necessarily fight you openly. Maybe he'll be like a venomous snake, lurking in the shadows, waiting for his chance to strike when you're at your weakest."

The three listened thoughtfully. Louis looked at them and continued, "Of course, I'm not denying your opinions. Personally, I think you should reserve your opinions..."

"Don't let my influence cloud your own judgment; that's the best advice I can give you."

Good grief, he rambled on for so long, but it was as if he hadn't asked anything at all.

"I know who the real culprit is!" Ron said with a smug look on his face.

"Oh? Who is it?" Hermione became interested; she wanted to hear what Ron had to say.

"It's Dumbledore... Ah!" Ron had barely finished saying the word "Dumbledore" when Hermione chopped him on the head with a chop.

"What are you doing? Ouch..." He covered his head and started crowing like a rooster.

Hey kid, you know you're showing your chicken feet!

"Well... if there's nothing else, I'll be going now." Louis turned around, then turned back and said, "Oh right, you guys need to take me to find George and Fred. It's Catherine's birthday today, and I want to give her a little surprise."

Yes, the senior's birthday is November 2nd, and Dumbledore secretly told him that.

As an extra reward for that check.

Louis thought to himself, "You think you can just let me miss out like this if I don't give you a check? I've actually worked hard for Hogwarts, after all..."

In the end, it was all a misplaced trust.

(End of this chapter)

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