I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 43 Birthday Celebration

"Why are you looking so mysterious?" Catherine muttered to herself as she looked at Louis on the street. "You're not plotting something, are you, Little Deer?"

"Of course not. [I hope readers will remember our domain name here]" Louis chuckled, opened the auditorium doors, and gestured for them to enter: "Dear Miss Catherine, please."

She gave Louis a deep look, then strode into the auditorium with her long legs.

"Bang, pop!" The moment she entered the hall, the confetti exploded, and the twins whistled and threw fireworks into the sky.

The melodious sound of a piano filled the air; Tom was playing the birthday song.

At the same time, everyone in the auditorium stood up and sang "Happy Birthday" to Catherine, offering their birthday wishes.

Catherine stood at the entrance of the auditorium, stunned for a long time, her eyes gradually reddening. Looking at everyone in the auditorium, she unusually refrained from her usual sarcastic remarks, and simply said softly, "Thank you, thank you."

For the first time in fourteen years, someone had gone to great lengths to celebrate her birthday, and at that moment, Catherine felt a faint warmth in her heart.

To be honest, she had even forgotten that it was her birthday.

"Happy birthday, Catherine," Louis whispered in her ear as he stood on tiptoe.

You ask why he stood on tiptoe? Please, he's only eleven years old and a little over 1.4 meters tall, while Catherine is more than a head taller than him. How could he reach her ear without standing on tiptoe?

It's somewhat like a small horse pulling a large cart.

Catherine was still feeling touched when Dumbledore's voice rang out, completely out of place: "When is dinner? My mouth is watering..."

Professor McGonagall subtly stepped on his foot under the table and glared at him.

"Alright, alright." Louis smiled, took Catherine's arm, and walked into the center of the hall, softly calling out, "Aslo, the banquet can begin."

Amidst everyone's expectant gazes, a bowl of brightly colored... soup noodles appeared before each person?

"What is this?" Headmaster Dumbledore picked up a strand of noodles with his fork, hesitating for a long time, unsure how to eat it.

"This is Eight Treasure Noodle Soup from another world, said to be a specialty dish of the Panda People," Louis explained to them. "Of course... Catherine's bowl is different from the others. Her bowl only has one long noodle. According to my mother's custom, the birthday person must eat the noodle in one go without biting it off."

That's right, he was just indulging in a wicked whim and wanted to take the opportunity to mess with Catherine.

Teenage boys often have a strange mischievous streak towards the girls they like; they don't know why, but they just want to tease them.

Catherine sat on the stool, feeling somewhat uncomfortable under the gazes that gathered around her. Normally, she was the center of attention, but as the Queen of Slytherin, Catherine didn't care about others' opinions—but today was different; it was the first time so many people had ever watched her eat noodles.

Moreover, eating the noodles in one go sounds quite difficult.

Fortunately, Louis wasn't entirely heartless; he didn't let Tom roll the noodles too long.

Then the music changed, and Louis felt that the tune was somewhat familiar.

As the saxophone began to play, Louis finally began to appreciate its charm.

Isn't this "White Album"?

"Eat, Catherine," Louis's voice was persuasive, with a hint of Gul'dan's tone. He was afraid he might say, "This is the fate of Slytherin; you will all be kings."

Catherine knew the boy was up to no good. She gave the little rascal a charming glare, picked up a noodle, slurped it into her mouth, and finished the bowl of longevity noodles with elegance and speed.

Louis started clapping, and the others followed suit. The Weasley twins then delivered another string of fireworks, which crackled and popped all around them, creating quite a spectacle.

"I must say, this soup noodles from another world... mmm, it's delicious." Professor Dumbledore slurped his noodles, concluding, "It would be even better if it were a little sweeter."

Needless to say, Harry, Ron, and his two friends were even more impressive, especially Ron, who drank from a bowl bigger than his head with an air of overwhelming power.

The twins turned their heads to the other side in unison, indicating that they did not have a younger brother.

So embarrassing.

Draco's eating manners weren't much better; he moved his fork around very quickly.

Louis picked up a strand of noodles and took a bite with refined manners. Sure enough, the cuisine from the Pandaren lived up to its reputation; he had never tasted anything so delicious in his two lifetimes.

No wonder even Snape was so engrossed in slurping noodles.

"It seems that this magical noodle... can help our energy recover more quickly?"

As expected of a great master, the headmaster immediately discovered the amazing effects of noodles.

"Yes, Professor." Louis had a slight smile on his face. "However, only Tom can make this kind of dish with such magical effects. I suggest that... the top student in each college and grade can enjoy one of these dishes every day during the monthly exams to help them make better progress in their studies."

"Of course, tomorrow I'll have Tom make a bowl of Panda Man Eight Treasure Noodle Soup for every teacher and student in the school. After all, how can they be interested if they haven't tasted it?"

Tom: You're not the one who's emotionally exhausted.

Even while making noodles for Catherine's birthday, Louis didn't forget to stir... he didn't forget to roll. Louis truly hasn't forgotten his roots.

"A very good suggestion." Professor Dumbledore blinked and accepted the suggestion—the two deans, Sprout and Flitwick, who were completely bewildered, stared at each other, not knowing what kind of riddle the two were playing.

They knew about the monthly exam; it was Snape who orchestrated it. They initially thought Snape was just joking about deducting or adding points, but judging from the current situation, it seems that Headmaster Dumbledore also knew about it.

They both began to take this issue seriously.

We must not let Slytherin win the House Cup again! The two heads of the House and Professor McGonagall exchanged a glance, their eyes burning with a fierce fire.

Looks like we'll all have to go back to raising our kids.

Of course, it wasn't possible for all the professors to eat noodles. After the main meal, the house-elves served Professor Dumbledore a delightful dessert.

"Thank you."

Under Louis's gaze, Catherine smiled radiantly, like spring flowers in full bloom.

"To be honest, I'm a little sad." Louis, still lounging with his elbows on the table, forked a small cake and brought it to Catherine's lips. After watching her open her mouth and eat it, he shrugged and chuckled, saying, "I thought you'd be so touched that you'd decide to repay me with your body."

Catherine, who was initially touched, suddenly wanted to dump the cake on Louis's head.

(End of this chapter)

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