I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 62 The End of the Holiday (Please continue reading)

The day after Christmas in 1991, another momentous event occurred, one that shook the world and reshaped the global landscape. ▲Search "smash 520.smash"▲

Louis was sullen all day, sitting in the auditorium sighing.

However, this matter doesn't really concern him much, since he's the one who's always the one making others work 996007.

The year before he transmigrated in his previous life, during Christmas, everyone in various groups was talking about the meme of turning on the TV to listen to the map head's speech. Now, he can actually turn on the TV and watch it.

It was even broadcast live.

For the first time ever, a sad Louis ordered a high-calorie butterbeer and sat in the auditorium, sipping it half-heartedly.

It's important to note that butter beer is not alcoholic; it's simply a beer-flavored beverage similar to beer tea.

In the original story, Harry was able to drink it in a pub when he was in his third year, which is enough to prove that it was actually non-alcoholic.

It tastes a bit like the sweet aroma of movie theater popcorn. He really likes this rich and pleasant milky aroma and is wondering whether he should have another cup later.

"Oh, there you are." Catherine sat down next to Louis. "It seems this castle has gained a sad little deer."

Louis looked at her and thought, "Tsk, woman. She says she hates it, but she still wore it for me to see."

I have to say, my senior's legs are really...

I wouldn't trade it for a mountain of gold.

"I'm feeling a little uneasy." Louis looked away and continued to struggle with the butterbeer in his hand.

Jerry sat obediently on the table with his legs spread apart, happily chewing on cheese.

He hasn't played with Banban for three days.

The senior looked at him with disdain, clicked her tongue, and asked, "Eh, you're not actually a girl, are you? Hmm... come to think of it, it's the age when that should be happening."

"..." Louis didn't know how to respond to that sentence.

He stared intently ahead, his gaze deep and unfathomable; no one knew what he was thinking.

Catherine shook her head, placed a stack of books on the table, and without disturbing Louis any further, began to browse through the books on her own.

The aroma of butterbeer whetted her appetite. Catherine picked up a card, wrote "butterbeer" on it, and gently tapped the table. Soon after, the house-elves brought her a glass of butterbeer.

She picked up her beer and took a sip, glanced at Louis who was still silent, thought for a moment, then moved her leg slightly toward Louis before quickly pulling it back.

Seeing Louis's melancholy expression, she felt a pang of pain in her heart. She steeled herself, bit her lip, and pressed her leg against Louis's side.

As a result, Louis didn't notice her little actions for a long time, which made her grit her teeth in anger, but there was nothing she could do.

She didn't know how to cheer Louis up, but she remembered Louis's longing words from yesterday: "Can I touch you?"

As long as it makes him happy, touching him isn't a big deal, she thought.

Louis didn't notice his senior's subtle actions at all; he was thinking about the collapsing pole.

The most glorious era in human history has come to an end.

Although the story of the catfish effect is fictional, there is no doubt that Big Brother is the strongest catfish in history. Otherwise, how do you think the high welfare system in Northern Europe came about? Did it come from other people having a change of heart?

Child, you are so naive.

From then on, we entered an era of competing to be the worst... Pshaw.

So, it's time to send the eagle down to join the bear.

He pulled his mind back, only to see Catherine struggling with her thoughts.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you acting like a sturgeon scattering its eggs?" Louis's sharp tongue was just as sharp as Catherine's.

Catherine didn't say anything, just snorted, pulled her leg back, and continued to look down at her books.

"Why are you suddenly reading a book?" Louis tapped the table, and the little elf poured him a refill of his drink, then looked at Catherine.

"A certain lazy little deer is slacking off, so poor me has to search for information about the blue-eyed demon all by myself," Catherine said as she flipped through the pages of the book on the table.

"Any progress?" Louis leaned closer and asked.

Catherine gave him two big eye rolls: "How could it be so fast? What do you take me for? The KGB?"

"Oh, you even know about the KGB?" Louise became interested. She didn't expect that her senior, a native of the wizarding world, would know about the famous Lubyanka Grand Hotel.

"I also know that the Kremlin usually gets intelligence about our country much faster than 10 Downing Street." The senior student didn't hold back at all: "Look at this, the Muggle world is really a bunch of useless trash..."

"Uh..." Louis found he couldn't refute it.

"The Worley family isn't isolated from the world either. My father was once your aunt's chief court mage." Catherine continued flipping through the book in her hands, without looking up.

"And now?" Louis asked, dumbfounded.

"Dead," Catherine said calmly, as if referring to someone unrelated: "When I was two years old."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," Louis said sheepishly.

"It's alright, it's not your fault." Catherine continued examining the book in front of her. "I have some doubts about whether what Headmaster Dumbledore said was just to appease you. All the records about demons in the Forbidden Books section say that demons only have three eye colors: black, red, and dark gold."

She took out a small notebook, on which Catherine had recorded the information she had looked up in neat handwriting.

"Legend has it that Beelzebub, the Lord of Gluttony, had dark gold eyes," Catherine said, pointing to the book she was reading, "Journey to Hell." "He was one of the six demon kings under Satan's command. The author of this book also mentioned Abaddon, the Hell Knight created by Satan, whose eyes were jet black."

"As for the red-eyed demons, they are mentioned in the book as demons responsible for transactions in Hell." Catherine tapped her fingers lightly on the table. "Because of their special class, Satan designed their eyes to be scarlet, to distinguish them from ordinary demons."

"So...the blue-eyed demon wasn't mentioned?" Louis asked, puzzled.

"No, no demon has blue eyes," Catherine said with certainty. "Not only does this book mention it, but even Merlin's journals address this issue."

"Could it be Satan himself?" Louis raised the most crucial question.

"Don't forget, Satan was sealed away in the prison of Hell by the archangels Michael, Gabriel, and Raphael." Catherine's eyes held pity. "Many legends mention that Satan is Lucifer, but the reason I believe this is..."

At this point, Catherine took out Merlin's notebook: "Look, compared to the speculations of countless people, I am more willing to believe Merlin's records."

(Don't argue, don't show off your knowledge that you probably found on Baidu. This setting is based on my settings.)

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