I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 52 Snake Spirit (Please read further and vote with monthly tickets)

Ron, after much painful reflection, finally began spending time with Harry and Hermione reading books and investigating Detective Snape. 𝒔𝒕𝒐520.𝒄𝒐𝒎●

Yes, they haven't given up their suspicions about Snape; in fact, their suspicions are growing stronger.

Following in the footsteps of Professor Snape, Professor McGonagall finally followed suit and fired her most resounding salvo—she announced that a Transfiguration assessment would be held at the end of January.

The reason for not doing it in December is so that the students can at least have a good New Year.

Professor McGonagall was ultimately too kind; the next Potions exam was scheduled for mid-January, right after the students returned from their holidays.

Snape must have been a giant panda in his past life; he stole all the bamboo shoots within a ten-mile radius of Hogwarts.

With the addition of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, study sessions were moved from the common rooms of the various houses to the Great Hall.

The evening study sessions were supervised by all the teachers: Professor Sprout on Mondays, Professor McGonagall on Tuesdays, Professor Flitwick on Wednesdays, Professor Snape on Thursdays, and all four professors together on Fridays. At Lewis's suggestion, Hogwarts adopted the "silent and unobtrusive" approach of Hengshui High School's evening study sessions—mainly because it aligned perfectly with Professor McGonagall's suggestion. When Lewis made this suggestion, Professor Sprout's chubby face was filled with reluctance.

There was also a hint of something he wanted to say but hesitated, wanting several times to stop Louis from continuing his devilish ways, but not wanting to disturb Professor McGonagall's enjoyment.

Professor McGonagall is finding Louis increasingly pleasing to the eye, and she's even considering discussing with Snape the possibility of swapping the beloved Mr. Mountbatten for the Potter trio.

In addition, Nick, who was almost headless, also volunteered to take on the task of supervising the students. He floated in the air above the auditorium, with a view like a camera.

Peeves wanted to join in, but Professor McGonagall firmly rejected him.

He even specially appointed Barrow the Bloodman as the hall's security guard to prevent Peeves from disturbing the young wizards' studies.

Pippi was furious and spent the last two days playing pranks on the little wizards, but his enthusiasm faded quickly, and he forgot about it after a few days.

Louis, who was reading in the lounge while waiting for Catherine, caught a glimpse of Draco walking towards him with a piece of paper in his hand.

"Louis," he greeted, then handed the paper to Louis.

Louis took the paper; it contained a list.

"What is this?" he asked with interest. At the top of the list were two coiled snakes, ferocious yet majestic.

"I recently formed a small team within Slytherin with Lestrange and Flint, and of course, you're in charge." Draco's expression was quite complex, a mixture of anxiety and anticipation.

"Hmm." Louis remained noncommittal, glancing briefly at the list. Under Draco's anxious gaze, he said with a hint of satisfaction, "This snake drawing is quite good... Your little team should at least have a code name, right? What's it called?"

Seeing Louis's satisfied expression, Draco breathed a sigh of relief and replied with a touch of smugness, "Serpent Spirit."

"The abbreviation for your organization sounds pretty 'criminal'," Louis said, leaving Draco scratching his head. But the name just didn't sit right with him.

Why does that sound so familiar? He thought to himself, a flash of lightning striking his mind.

Holy crap, if translated into Chinese, isn't this just a snake spirit?

You watch Detective Dee, right?

"Huh? Oh." Draco said belatedly, "Senior Lestrange suggested using code names. His code name is Demon Spirit, or demon for short."

"A demon?" Louis smacked his lips. To be honest, Samir's thick skin and tough flesh made him a suitable candidate for demon spirit.

Big sister, the demon spirit is seriously injured, right?

So what should I call myself? Hmm, if nothing unexpected happens, it should be Gua Ling.

"And what about you?" Louis asked again.

"I haven't decided yet." Draco scratched his head. "I don't know what cool codename would suit my style."

"Viper," Louis said with a smile, offering him a suggestion.

Jaycee Chan, the Underworld Dragon, right? You're still missing Kai Ko, the Venomous Sorcerer, to be your partner.

"That's cool." Draco happily accepted his suggestion.

"What are you two doing so mysteriously?" Catherine's voice rang out from the side. Louis looked over and saw that Catherine's face clearly showed some disgust.

"Isn't this a silly weasel? Why isn't it going to find its frog prince? What is it doing bothering my little deer?"

Draco slunk away, not daring to look back.

Louis was completely bewildered. "Your little deer? When did I become yours? I clearly belong to all girls... all pretty girls."

"Hmph." Watching Draco's retreating figure, Catherine snorted coldly, then turned to Louis: "What, is this a love letter from the ferret to you?"

Louis handed over the list.

"How childish, calling yourself a snake spirit." Catherine's beautiful face was full of disdain.

"It seems like they still treat me like the boss..."

"So, you play these childish games with them too?" Catherine sat down next to him.

"Every towering tree grows from an inconspicuous sapling." Louis subconsciously patted Catherine's soft thigh: "You know, Cathy, this is actually a kind of investment."

Cathy is a nickname for Catherine, just as Ron is to Ronald and Charlie is to Charles.

Of course, only very close people can call someone that. Louis's relationship with Louis was one of unintentional yet unconscious closeness.

Catherine stared coldly at Louis, her thin lips parting slightly, her words carrying a chilling edge: "Don't you want your deer hooves anymore?"

"So, are you interested in walking this path with me?"

Louis did not remove his claws, but instead looked at Catherine with a very serious expression.

Generally speaking, white girls' skin doesn't hold up to close scrutiny; it's usually quite blemished. But Catherine was different; even upon close inspection, her radiant skin was flawless. Under Louis's gaze, a suspicious blush suddenly rose on Catherine's fair face.

Was he... was he confessing his feelings to me? Catherine's mind was in complete turmoil, and her usual aloof demeanor began to crumble.

Louis is indeed an eleven-year-old boy, but Catherine is only fourteen years old this year, so the age gap between them is not that big; moreover, Louis' mature personality often makes it hard for people to think that he is still a child.

Aside from the significant height difference.

Catherine truly always treated him as a peer and never looked down on him because of his young age.

The aloof beauty sat on the sofa, her expression calm, but her mind was in turmoil.

How should I answer him in a way that is both appropriate and doesn't come across as overly eager?

She was in a state of utter confusion.

"Cassie?" Louis reached out and waved his hand in front of her eyes, trying to pull her out of her chaotic thoughts.

(End of this chapter)

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