I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 63 I'm afraid Louis will misunderstand.

Louis accepted his senior's explanation; after all, Catherine had consulted so many books on this subject, her assessment was certainly much more accurate than his wild guesses. [Read the error-free chapter]

The kitchen elves also sent a representative, Aslo, to thank Master Louis for the Christmas gift, and they all expressed their loyalty to him, just as they would to his mother.

The mystery is solved! Louis finally understands that the house-elves' preferential treatment of him wasn't due to his personal charm, but rather because of his mother...

It's a case of being delusional.

The House of Requirement project will continue, and Catherine decided to spend an hour with him at the library every day after dinner.

While she said it was out of "pity for the little deer pitifully flipping through books in the library," she actually didn't want Louis to leave her alone to practice magic in the Room of Requirement.

What kind of tsundere is this, saying one thing but meaning another...

As the holiday ended, students gradually returned to school.

Over the past two weeks, the two of them have basically searched through all the books in the restricted section, but unfortunately, they still have no clue what to do.

"Louis, Louis!"

Louis looked in the direction of the voice and saw Miss Beaver, who was holding the ginger-colored, round-faced cat and waving to him.

It's actually a big orange cat.

Louise was really afraid that the orange cat would crush her...

Miss Beaver, carrying the cat, stumbled over, the overweight cat carrying her small body: "Thank you, Louise, I really like Crookshanks."

"Big cat, say thank you." She said with a grin, stroking Crookshan's front paws.

"I'm glad you like it," Louis said warmly. "I'm just about to go to the auditorium for dinner, would you like to come along?"

"Okay!" Miss Beaver agreed excitedly.

Halfway through the meal, a beautiful Ravenclaw senior with long, brown curly hair hurried over, glanced at Louis, and shyly pulled a pink letter from her pocket.

"Mr. Mountbatten...I..." The senior student stammered for a long time without managing to utter a single complete word.

"Please speak slowly," Louis said, his tone as gentle as spring sunshine. "I still don't know your name."

"My name is Penelope Crivate," Penelope said, suppressing her shyness and introducing herself confidently.

"Just call me Louise, Miss Penelope." Louise prepared to open the letter.

"Um..." Penelope called out to Louis, and seeing his puzzled look, she said in a barely audible voice, "Can we go back and look at it later?"

"As you wish, my lady." Louise smiled and nodded as she put the letter away.

Penelope hurried out, and Gryffindor prefect Percy quickly stood up and stopped her at the door.

"What were you doing just now, Penelope?" Percy glanced at Louise, who was talking to Hermione, then turned and stared intently at Penelope, his tone full of accusation.

Now was not the time to face Louise. Penelope's shyness had long been left behind, and the intellectual elegance unique to Ravenclaw College had returned to her.

Penelope gently raised her hand, tucked her hair behind her ear, and spoke words that instantly froze Percy's lips at a 36-degree angle.

"From now on... don't look for me anymore. Just call me Miss Crevat, Mr. Weasley." Penelope thought for a moment, then added a sentence that made Percy despair.

"I'm afraid Louis will misunderstand..."

After saying that, he hurriedly ran away.

Percy stood there for a long time, then his legs gave way and he knelt down in the swirling snow.

"No—!" he screamed desperately, drawing the attention of all the teachers and students.

Holy crap, Yuan Hua'er?

Even though it was Hogwarts in the West, Louise seemed to hear Zhang Mingmin's "A Plum Blossom Song" in a daze.

Snowflakes are falling, the north wind is howling...

Louis rubbed his ears, smiled, and sighed.

I've probably been too busy lately, and I'm starting to hallucinate.

Back in the dorm, before even opening the letter, I saw Catherine with an icy expression.

Tom and Jerry sat at the desk, looking at the male and female owners in front of them with gossipy expressions.

Draco followed him in, and seeing Catherine's gaze slowly shifting towards him, he said without hesitation, "Sorry, wrong place."

After saying that, he turned around gracefully and sped away.

"You're in your own dorm, what the hell did you do wrong?!" Louis screamed inwardly, "Don't leave me all alone!"

Catherine sat on his bed, her face frosty, arms crossed, her long, slender legs in black stockings crossed and raised, looking like she was interrogating him.

"Oh, isn't this the amorous little fawn?" Catherine's tone was extremely sarcastic, with an icy air about her. "To actually win the favor of a Ravenclaw beauty and even accept her love letter, aren't you afraid that eagle will snatch you, this naive little fawn, back to its nest to raise its young?"

Louis's single sentence made Catherine Bon lose interest.

"You're jealous," Louis said confidently, courting disaster.

Then he was hung up.

"Put me down! You wicked woman!" Louis panicked. How come his senior is now casting spells silently and without a staff, hanging him upside down? Is she trying to deceive him, to exploit this twelve-year-old (he's a year older now) comrade? Is this okay?

This is not good.

"Where's the letter?" Catherine's thin lips were pressed tightly together.

Louis shrugged: "Can't you at least respect my privacy?"

Catherine looked at him, her heart aching as if it were being hammered.

"That's right, that's a good girl." Afraid she'd misunderstand, Louis quickly pulled out the letter: "This is something I won't give you, and you can't take it from me..."

The old emperor's mind was cunning.

Catherine's mood instantly brightened. She realized the inappropriateness of her behavior just now. Instead of reaching for the letter, she put Louis down and, under his startled gaze, apologized for the first time ever: "I'm sorry, Little Deer, I... I just... I don't know why I was so angry. Anyway, I hope you can forgive me."

Louis sat on the bed, leaning back with a mocking expression, and after a long while asked, "Have you... taken the wrong medicine?"

Catherine was furious. She hesitated for a moment, then took off her little leather shoes and stepped onto the edge of Louis's bed.

She pounced on him and pinned Louis to the bed in a very "wall-slamming" position.

"How...do you want to die?" Catherine's eyes flashed with a dangerous light.

"If possible, I would choose to dedicate myself to you until my dying breath," Louis said with a hint of frivolity in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, Catherine's head throbbed with embarrassment. She straddled Louis, pounding on his shoulders and chest, "How could you be so...so...shameless! You bastard! God, I was so wrong about you! Who asked you to do that for me..."

Catherine was essentially still an innocent young girl, and she wasn't as shameless as Louis. How could she possibly say such shameful things? In a moment of panic, tears welled up in her eyes.

Tom was happily eating potato chips when he casually placed his hand in front of Jerry's face.

(End of this chapter)

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