I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 42 Your cat cooked you four dishes and a soup overnight.

The Weasley twins readily agreed to Lewis's request—simply because Lewis had offered far too much. [Read the complete chapter without errors]

A hundred gallons appearance fee just for setting off fireworks, and Louis even reimburses the cost of the fireworks. Such a generous boss is a rare find.

The Gemini secretly made a tough decision: even if the Poker Face Queen hung them upside down for another hour, they would still earn those 100 Galleons.

Louis spent a good amount of time trying to teach the house-elves how to make a bowl of longevity noodles, but to no avail. Just as he was deciding whether to make do with a cake instead, Tom, who had been watching for a while, shoved the house-elf Aslo aside, picked up the rolling pin with practiced ease, and with dazzling speed, kneaded the dough and rolled out the noodles, making a bowl of longevity noodles in the blink of an eye.

Being able to eat such authentic noodles is enough to make one feel gratified.

He wasn't so bored as to want to incorporate Seris elements; he simply wanted to see how his senior could eat a whole bowl of noodles in one go.

As Louis watched Tom's busy figure disappear into the distance, he recalled that classic meme.

After seeing the food you made, your cat cooked four dishes and a soup for you overnight.

However, Louis had never thought about Chinese food. After all, he wasn't particularly interested in food; as he put it, as long as he could fill his stomach, that was enough.

—Of course, gazing at the stars is an exception, except for bizarre delicacies like blue cheese, which is still too early for human appreciation.

As Tom successfully made the soup noodles, an achievement notification sounded.

Even the cat won't eat the food you make. (10)

Achievement Reward: Recipe: Pandaren Eight Treasure Soup Noodles

Panda Man Eight Treasure Soup Noodles: Increases energy recovery speed after consumption, lasting for one day.

Louis decided to give the cooking recipe to Tom to learn, along with that crunchy spider leg.

I never expected Tom's cooking talent to be only 20...

As for the venue, it's simple. There's no one in the auditorium after nine o'clock anyway, so we'll just use the auditorium.

He also borrowed a piano and a saxophone from Professor Flitwick, intending to give them to Tom and Jerry. These two rascals were practically musical geniuses; it would be a shame not to take advantage of them.

Tom and Jerry know plenty of sheet music; they don't need him to provide it.

Louise thought for a moment, then handed out invitation letters to each of the professors, acting arrogantly and clearly disregarding school rules and regulations. Professor McGonagall received the letter while discussing new ideas about Transfiguration with Dumbledore. She looked at the letter and was so angry she couldn't speak for a long time.

The impact is extremely negative!

Headmaster Dumbledore took it all in stride, and a simple mention of 30 million pounds dissuaded Professor McGonagall from causing trouble for Lewis.

"Doesn't this lifeless school need some kids like Lewis to liven things up?" Dumbledore said with a wistful air.

"Just keep spoiling him." Professor McGonagall looked utterly helpless. "With the Weasley brothers and Mr. Potter, those three clowns, I'll lose ten years of my life, at least ten. I can't even imagine what chaos this school would be in if Mr. Mountbatten joined them..."

"At least Lewis is a sensible boy," Dumbledore said with a smile. "I think he can serve as a positive role model for his classmates."

"I really have to thank him." Professor McGonagall recalled the policy Louis had mentioned earlier: "If I hadn't overheard him discussing that policy with Miss Worley, I'd probably still be in the dark. It's unbelievable that Severus would secretly be doing this in his own college without my knowledge… I always thought he was an honest man!"

"It's just a pity for Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw; both houses are still completely in the dark." Dumbledore shrugged. "Hopefully, this monthly exam at Severus will make them realize their mistake."

"I hope so," Professor McGonagall thought for a moment and then concluded, "Mr. Mountbatten... is a good boy."

Filch's side was also simple. Louis gave him a lot of novel cat food from the Muggle world, as well as some cat supplies, toys and the like, which made Filch very happy. He repeatedly promised to turn a blind eye, since the professors were there too, right?

Amoris carried them all back herself—it's a story about a person and a bird, yet she can't have a name.

By the way, old Louis returned a long time ago, but he hasn't written to young Louis yet. He just sent Emerys to deliver a baguette to Louis, along with a little note.

"Hopefully this pet from France can bring you a sense of comfort and warmth from family at school."

He truly lives up to his reputation as the Grand Admiral of the Old London Union Jack, constantly bashing France.

He was also the purest of all grandfathers.

However, criticizing France is just a national custom and not really Old Louis's personal hobby. If we're talking about personal hobbies, then insulting Japan is probably Old Louis's real hobby. It's the Japanese who are living a good life who are Old Louis's true hobby.

The old man was far more fervent in his anti-Japanese sentiment than most Seres people; in his previous life, his will explicitly forbade any Japanese from attending his funeral.

Lewis didn't plan to invite too many people. Slytherin only invited Draco and Marcus, along with the three Gryffindor boys and Neville.

The twins were staff members who set off the fireworks; they weren't considered guests.

After arranging everything, Louise returned to the Slytherin common room half an hour early, making several turns.

The half-hour advance was for people who are bad at directions to allow extra time.

"I thought you weren't coming back, Little Deer," Catherine said without looking up from the middle of the lounge, reading the Daily Prophet.

She didn't even need to look up to know that it was Louis who came in.

"Oh, this." Louis glanced at the newspaper in her hand and asked curiously, "Didn't you hate Rita Skeeter the most? Why are you reading her Daily Prophet?"

"Because waiting for some directionally challenged deer is boring." Catherine put down her newspaper, her face flushed with anger. "I hope you can give me a reasonable explanation."

"Let's go, we can talk as we walk." Louis reached out and grabbed his senior's wrist, lifting her light body up.

"Let go of me..." Catherine shook off Louis's hand, her face slightly flushed. "I don't need you to lead the way. I really doubt you can find the eighth floor before dawn."

"..." Louis really wanted to give his senior a good beating.

"I need to go to the auditorium on the first floor first; there's something I need to take care of."

"What are you going to the auditorium for?"

"Something came up." Louis was planning to surprise his senior, so how could he reveal the truth now?

"You must be hungry. I think at your age, it's quite common for a family to go broke from being fed." Catherine thought for a moment, then dismissed her idea: "I'm sorry, I forgot you come from an exploitative family. There's no way a child like you could eat a family out of poverty."

She learned the term "exploiting class" from Louis.

The senior student was very understanding. In her opinion, you should eat when you're hungry, and forcing yourself to eat is not good for your physical development. So, although she complained a bit, she still led Louis towards the auditorium on the first floor.

(End of this chapter)

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