I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 54 It Must Hurt When She Hit People (Seeking Investment and Reading)

"You say I'm dishonest, but you don't want me to take responsibility. This puts me in a difficult position. (Due to caching issues, please access the website directly through your browser for the fastest chapter updates.)" Louis shrugged helplessly.

Catherine was furious and turned away, refusing to acknowledge him.

What a nemesis! If it were anyone else, she would have already unleashed a Fiery Curse on them.

She now understood that Louis was her nemesis. She couldn't bring herself to hit him, but when she tried to verbally abuse him, it was as if her sharp tongue seemed to have diminished several times over in front of Louis.

Louis always manages to corner him with just a few words.

"Are you angry?" Louis chuckled and leaned closer to ask her.

Catherine ignored him; she simply didn't want to talk to him.

"Ignoring him is like being a puppy," she thought to herself, silently looking up at the ceiling.

Suddenly, she felt herself lean back and be pulled into a very thin embrace, with two slender arms encircling her waist.

Louis put his arm around Catherine and rested his chin on her shoulder.

Hmm... He stepped onto a stool that had been temporarily conjured by the Transfiguration spell.

After all, if he didn't stand on the stool, just looking at his back would make people think that the child was being affectionate with his mother.

"What are you doing..." Catherine sensed something was wrong and, disregarding her embarrassment, asked, "How come... you've grown taller?"

"I'm standing on a stool..." Louis said somewhat awkwardly in his senior's ear.

The senior's ears were crystal clear and extremely pleasing to the eye.

Catherine removed Louis's arms from around her waist, turned around, looked at his embarrassed expression, and burst out laughing: "Hahaha..."

She covered her mouth, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons with laughter.

"Laugh if you want to..." This time it was Louis's turn to break down. Standing on the stool, he said irritably, "Dislike it if you want, it's because I'm young. Just wait two years, and I'll make sure you can't laugh anymore..."

"Silly little deer." Catherine looked at Louis for a while, finding him adorable no matter how she looked at him. Seeing his anxious and angry expression, Catherine began to have some doubts.

Could it be... that this little deer dislikes being treated like a child?

To test her suspicions, Catherine hesitated for a moment, then forcefully suppressed her shyness and wrapped her arms around Louis.

A one-for-one trade is considered a perfect outcome.

Louis was overjoyed. Could it be that he had finished his senior's conquest?

Then his senior's actions and words made him realize how young he really was.

Catherine lifted him down and placed him on the ground, her gaze looking down at him with pity: "At least for now, you're better suited to serve Snow White than to kiss her awake."

Louis broke down again.

So you're saying I'm a dwarf?

"Good little deer." Catherine reached out and ruffled Louis's head. It seemed her guess was correct... To be honest, the smooth and soft feeling on that little head was quite addictive.

Now it was Louis's turn to be at a disadvantage.

Never before had he longed to grow up as much as he did now.

Sooner or later, I'll have to make my senior realize that she's a real man.

The senior student also figured out the best way to deal with Louis—treat him like a child.

"Let's go." Catherine smiled gently, took Louis's hand, and led him outside. "It's time to go back to the lounge."

The two of them walking together looked more like an older sister taking her younger brother out for a stroll.

Louis was furious; Catherine had now found the password to pass the level.

The next morning at breakfast, Louis sat there, full of anger, chewing his food expressionlessly.

Even Tom's panda-themed eight-treasure soup noodles couldn't soothe his emo heart.

He has now set himself a small goal: to improve his skills as quickly as possible and strive to easily subdue the senior before the second year.

"Smash her ass into four pieces!" Louis thought viciously, slurping up the noodles in one go.

"Still angry?" Catherine's teasing voice rang out beside him, but Louis didn't even turn his head, ignoring her.

The Weasley twins, who had been sitting next to Louis, stood up dejectedly, intending to leave, but Louis stopped them.

"This is your family matter, Louis. Isn't it inappropriate for the two of us to get involved?" George glanced awkwardly at Catherine.

"No, I mean I'm coming with you." Louis casually placed a notepad in his hand and patted Catherine on the back. "George, Fred, and I have something to take care of, so we'll head out first. We can talk in the lounge later."

Catherine smiled and replied, "Mm."

Louise glanced at the "fool" sticker on her back, clapped her hands in satisfaction, and slipped away with the red-haired brothers.

Catherine chuckled and beckoned with her finger, and the random sticker on her back flew into her hand.

I'll give you some face for now, but I'll settle the score with you when we get back...

Catherine looked at the "fool" in her hand and decided she would teach him a lesson later.

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"I'm actually quite curious, given your fearless personalities, why do you act like mice seeing a cat when you see Catherine?" Louis asked the two brothers curiously on the way.

"You probably haven't been hung upside down by her for more than an hour." Fred shuddered. "Oh my god, I never want to think about that brain-boosting feeling again."

"Actually, that's not the scariest part," George added. "A classmate once confessed his feelings to her, and she turned him into a dog instead..."

"That student has already transferred to Beauxbatons," Fred chimed in.

"Oh, is that so?" Louis chuckled.

"Yes, that person seemed to say something..."

George was only halfway through his sentence when Fred quickly interjected, "Miss Worrey, I want to be your dog."

"It's a pity Catherine doesn't like dogs, isn't it?"

"That's right." The Weasley twins put their arms around Louis's shoulders, one on each side. "Actually, we're quite envious of you too, being able to conquer a queen like Worley."

"Ha, it's nothing special," Louis laughed heartily, quite proudly.

He seemed to have forgotten that he was the one at a disadvantage, and that his business was still in its infancy.

"Actually, I think the girls in Slytherin are all very nice."

"Better than Gryffindor." The Weasley twins started chanting in unison again.

"Why do you say that?" Louis was a little puzzled as to why they said that.

"Look, the Slytherin girls, they're covered in weird elements, and they're even showing their thighs," Fred said, pointing to a Slytherin upperclassman walking by.

"Look at Gryffindor again, a long robe, covering everything." This time, George was referring to the dark-haired Gryffindor senior sitting and eating.

The black-haired senior seemed to have overheard their conversation. She turned around angrily, her knuckles cracking as she clenched her fists.

The three of them quickly made their escape.

"Are you out of your mind, George?" Fred whispered. "That's Hestia... Good heavens, you're brave."

"I can tell that the older sister named Hestia..." Louis looked behind the twins, thought for a moment, and said, "She must be quite capable of hitting people."

"Yes, Gryffindor women hit really hard. I'm not exaggerating, Cousin Hestia's Doomsday Fists... Ouch!" George was interrupted halfway through his sentence by a heavy blow to the shoulder.

It was Hestia, the black-haired senior from before, standing behind them with a kind expression.

Who is the younger brother talking about?

"George, Fred, what bad things are you saying about me to the freshmen again?" Hestia clenched her fists, her knuckles cracking.

(End of this chapter)

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