I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 59 Secrets (Part 1) - Please continue reading and invest!

"Okay. ▲Search 𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑔𝑙𝑒 on 𝑠𝑡𝑜520.𝑐𝑜𝑚▲" Professor McGonagall was still willing to believe the two students in front of her, mainly because neither of them had any bad records.

If it were the Weasley twins, Professor McGonagall wouldn't believe anything she said.

Just like when a good student makes a mistake in school, the teacher will let it slide; but if it's a dishonest student, well... who knows what might happen.

For example, back in his high school days, when Louis and his deskmate both made mistakes, the teacher only patted Louis's shoulder lightly when calling them out—but when it was his deskmate's turn, the teacher went berserk, unleashing a barrage of electric cannon kicks, face-slapping punches, and endless slaps.

He was completely dumbfounded.

What kind of Pandaren Monk is he? He's incredibly skilled at using Thunderstrike.

Of course, Professor McGonagall will at most use her invincible cat punch to fight people; she probably won't use her Thunder Strike like Teacher.

"Hopefully, this won't happen again," Professor McGonagall warned sternly. "Hogwarts doesn't forbid early romantic relationships, but certain outrageous behaviors are not permitted."

"Yes, Professor, I understand, Professor." Louis hung his head, his attitude of admitting his mistake extremely good. He even tugged at Catherine's sleeve, trying to get her to admit her mistake with him.

Actually, sorting the gifts could have been left to Tom and Jerry, but Louis didn't want to miss the chance to spend time alone with his senior, so he sent the two of them to the auditorium to get some food.

Louis didn't mind if they teased Scabbers a little, and he didn't mind Scabbers being teased by them.

He also gave Tom a strict order: he could play with Scabbers, but he absolutely could not let Scabbers get away.

Tom's abilities are reliable; countless facts have proven that if he wants to catch Jerry, Jerry will definitely not be able to escape.

He kept Jerry because he was afraid that if Jerry died, he would also be kicked out by his owner because he was useless.

Old Li has become a beam.

With Jerry's help, it would be strange if Banban managed to escape.

"Alright." With the misunderstanding cleared up, Professor McGonagall's anger subsided. She looked at Louis and smiled, "Mr. Mountbatten, I received your Christmas present, and I must say, I love it."

They shared similar interests; one had countless ingenious ideas, the other was known for his strictness. Professor McGonagall found Louis pleasing to the eye no matter what.

"Such a good child, how did he end up in Slytherin?" Professor McGonagall grew angrier the more she thought about it.

Sigh, Hogwarts is really falling further and further down the international school rankings. Professor McGonagall is always worried about this, especially about the students' lazy and unambitious attitude, which she finds incredibly frustrating.

How can you expect these insects to get good grades?

Thankfully, thankfully, an owl hooted and brought Mr. Mountbatten to Hogwarts.

"I'm glad you like it. It's really just a very small contribution, nothing to mention," Louis said modestly. "If you like it, Professor, I have quite a few other good ideas."

"Really?" Professor McGonagall's eyes lit up.

"Of course, but considering the current situation of the students at the school, I think we should proceed step by step to avoid putting too much pressure on them and causing them to rebel," Louis suggested.

"Hmm, you make a good point." Professor McGonagall nodded and pondered for a moment. "Alright, Mr. Mountbatten, we can talk again another time. Now you should go to the Headmaster's office; Headmaster Dumbledore must be getting impatient."

"Okay, Professor."

"The password is 'cockroach pile,' ugh, I really don't know why Professor Dumbledore would like this stuff..." Professor McGonagall's face was full of disgust.

……

As soon as Louis entered the headmaster's office, he heard Phineas excitedly shout, "Ha! Slytherin's genius has arrived!"

"Hello, Principal Black." Louis bowed slightly, smiling and greeting him with a very upright posture.

"Hello, young man, I'd prefer you to call me Phineas..." Before Phineas could finish speaking, he was once again tied to a chair by Principal Delis and the others.

And they stuffed his mouth with a rag.

Louis took a deep breath.

—You think you're Onyxia?

Women are not to be trifled with... He stood there, head bowed, and silently mourned for Phineas for half a second.

"Louis." Headmaster Dumbledore pulled his head up from his desk, his face still bearing the marks of his clothes. "Haha... an old man like you're getting sleepy. I hope you're not angry."

"How could that be, Principal?"

"Have a seat," Headmaster Dumbledore said, pulling out a chair for him.

"Thank you." Louis didn't stand on ceremony and plopped down in the chair.

"Lemon juice?"

"Low sugar, thank you."

"You're always so disciplined, just like your mother," Headmaster Dumbledore chuckled as he poured Louis a glass of lemonade.

"I love your gift." A hint of regret and reminiscence flashed in his eyes. "I loved your mother when she was at Hogwarts; she was the most outstanding student Slytherin had ever had..."

"Shouldn't Voldemort be the most outstanding one?" Louis is now back on the subway, old man, and cell phone.

If you're going to brag, then brag awkwardly.

"No, no, no," Dumbledore shook his head. "Voldemort is no match for your mother..."

"You're just bragging," Louis said, clearly unconvinced. "If my mother were really as amazing as you say, how could she have died so young?... The killer would be Voldemort, wouldn't it?"

Why do you use "也"?

"No, the world faced a much greater threat at the time." Dumbledore noticed Louis's lemonade was empty and refilled it. "Didn't your grandfather tell you that?"

“My grandfather…” Louis choked up for a moment, “My grandfather never mentioned anything about the magical world to me.”

"It seems he didn't want you to get hurt either... You know, I also chose a time when he wasn't home and had Professor McGonagall sneak over." Dumbledore blinked. "If he were home, he probably wouldn't have agreed to let you come to Hogwarts."

"Why?" Louis asked, puzzled.

Dumbledore peeled a piece of candy and put it in his mouth. After a long pause, he replied, "Your grandfather has already lost his son. Do you think he would want to lose his only grandson?"

"However... since he sent you that record, it means... he now hopes you can leave his protection. A fledgling bird that is used to surviving under the protection of its elders will never become an eagle."

“But I’m not Ravenclaw.” Lewis’s words left Dumbledore speechless. “I’m Slytherin, and by all accounts, I should be a snake.”

Dumbledore looked at him, speechless for a moment.

This kid... is just as infuriating as his mother...

He looked at Louis and couldn't help but think of the past.

Back then, Emma also sat in Louis's seat, making sarcastic remarks about herself and often joking about Gellert.

To be honest, when he heard that record, he wasn't as angry as Louis had expected; instead, he felt a tightness in his chest.

(End of this chapter)

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