I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 50 "Didn't Do Well on the Exam" (Please read on and vote with monthly tickets)

That night in the Room of Requirement, Louise was dragged by her senior to study until dawn. (Due to caching issues, please access the website directly through your browser for the fastest chapter updates.)

Catherine was worried that he wouldn't do well on the test and would lose face in front of his classmates. Louis didn't know what she was thinking, and he didn't want to refuse her, so he forced himself to study the knowledge he already knew well and diligently followed his senior's instructions.

On the second day of the potions exam, Louis was the first to hand in his paper. Seeing him hand in his paper, Ron, who had been anxiously waiting for a long time, also handed in his paper.

Seeing Lewis's paper, Snape nodded in satisfaction. When Ron handed in his paper, Snape stared at him with a death stare for a long time before impatiently waving his hand, shooing the chilling Ron away like a duck.

Ron staggered out of the exam room like a puppet on a string and saw Louis gazing into the distance from the window.

"Ugh, I bombed the test," Ron said dejectedly.

"Sigh, I didn't do very well on the test this time either." Louis sighed along with him.

Ron looked at Louis with shining eyes, as if he had found a savior: "Really, Louis? Then you are really my good friend. If Mom knew I did badly on the test, she would definitely scold me... It's different now that you are with me. Mom thinks you are a good person and always tells me to study more with you."

Louis was starting to feel the pressure. Laughing would be unfriendly, but holding it in felt strange. He listened to Ron's rambling with a odd expression until Harry and Hermione came out.

Harry was still laughing like a big fool, carefree and oblivious, his eyes unfocused as he stared ahead, constantly chuckling to himself, clearly doing exceptionally well on the test; Hermione, on the other hand, looked distressed, constantly grabbing at her hair, which became even more disheveled after her frantic tugs.

"Damn it, I actually forgot the exact steps to prepare the forgetfulness potion during the exam! I should have chosen B..." Hermione tugged at her hair in self-reproach. "But what's the use of remembering now?!"

"It's okay, I don't know either, and I'm here with you." Ron tried to comfort Hermione with his own tragic experience.

"Who wants you to accompany me!" Hermione slammed her thick copy of "A Thousand Wonders of Herbs and Mushrooms" onto Ron's chest with a loud thud.

"You're so rude." Ron exaggeratedly rubbed his chest, though the sound was loud but it didn't actually hurt much. "I wonder who will marry you in the future... Oh, I really should mourn for him in advance."

If looks could kill, Hermione's gaze would be even more deadly than a max-level Divine Sharpshooter.

Louis almost burst out laughing. Goodness, so he was mourning for himself?

"Tch, anyway, Louis and I didn't do very well on the exam," Ron muttered, pouting. "Unlike you two, who are so disloyal and betrayed us."

"Putto, Putto!" Draco's voice rang out from behind. "What kind of happiness potion did you take? You're acting like a complete idiot!"

For some reason, Draco only makes that popping sound when he calls out "Potter".

"Shut up, Malfoy." Harry's good mood was instantly ruined by Draco. "I bet you didn't brush your teeth this morning, damn it."

"Haha, getting impatient." Draco chuckled, first greeting Louis, then walking around Harry twice with his hands in his pockets like a little rascal: "Let me see, oh, you're blushing? Poot?"

"You really should see a psychiatrist, Malfoy," Hermione muttered, shaking her head.

Harry, a first-year student, was not good with words and was far less eloquent than he would be later when he was a seasoned veteran. He had little experience in arguing and was so angry that his little chest puffed up as he glared fiercely at Draco.

"Draco," Louis couldn't stand it anymore and decided to step in. "Generally speaking, boys can't help but want to tease their crushes a little... Could it be...?"

Louise mimicked Catherine's exaggerated expression perfectly, covering her mouth with one hand and pointing at Draco with the other, asking in surprise, "You like Potter?"

Draco's previously smug face instantly turned as red as a boiled shrimp. Whether from embarrassment, anxiety, or anger, it was hard to tell. After stammering for a while, he finally blurted out, "A ghost...a ghost would like Potter!"

After saying that, she blushed and ran away.

Louis turned his head, and not only him, but Ron and Hermione also looked at Harry as if he were a new continent, after all, Draco's behavior was really misleading. Ron didn't say anything, just patted Harry on the shoulder; Hermione hesitated for a long time, and finally raised her eyebrows and frowned and said, "Oh...it's not fifty years ago now, you shouldn't have had a Turing-like experience...but, uh, I mean, don't care what other people think, I will always support you."

After she finished speaking, she gave Harry a warm hug.

"Sisters..." Hermione's tone was a little awkward.

"That's enough!" Harry cried out in a frenzy. "Louis! How could you... Oh my god..."

"That's a good thing," Louis shrugged. "At least you should see the bright side; Draco won't bother you for no reason anymore."

Harry thought about it for a moment, and the thought of being a big fool made him instantly feel relieved.

"Thank you, Louis. I didn't realize you had such good intentions."

Hermione and Ron slapped themselves on the forehead; this Harry was hopeless.

The next day, rumors spread like wildfire throughout Slytherin that Malfoy was in love with Mr. Potter, the savior of Gryffindor.

Ron told Percy about it during dinner, and Percy, annoyed by the Geminis, presented it to them as big news, hoping they would bother someone else.

If Gemini knows, then the whole world knows.

Several female fans of BL (Boys' Love) in Gryffindor had been staring at Harry intently since they were in the common room, as if they had discovered something new, and they continued to do so even during meals.

Harry was extremely awkward; he kept squirming on the chair while eating, almost making a dent in it.

The same goes for Slytherins. Countless upperclassmen told Draco that he could fly away without worry, that his mother would always be there for him. They all looked like close friends, but their eyes were filled with more gossip than anyone else's.

Draco was going crazy. He wanted to settle scores with Louis, the one who started it all, but he didn't dare to offend him. He was almost driven to internal injury by the frustration.

Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer. Under everyone's watchful eyes, he abruptly stood up, walked to Harry's seat on the Gryffindor side, and shouted, "Potter! Come with me!"

The entire auditorium fell silent, then erupted in enthusiastic applause and whistles, creating a lively atmosphere.

"Potter! Potter! Potter! Potter!" The Gryffindor students, led by the twins, clapped and chanted, while the Slytherins, not to be outdone, also chanted Malfoy's name.

The two of them froze for a moment. Their faces flushed, they ran outside, each inwardly cursing the other to the point of a bloody rage.

"What's going on?" Professor McGonagall, sitting on the faculty bench, was shocked, wondering when the school had become so united.

"Ah, youth is wonderful," Professor Dumbledore remarked, a glint of reminiscence gleaming behind his half-moon spectacles.

(End of this chapter)

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