I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 65: Just a teaching assistant for Defense Against the Dark Arts (Please read further and vote with your monthly tickets)

Louis righteously rejected the headmaster's suggestion to add a pile of cockroaches to the Crazy Thursday fried chicken meal—that wouldn't be a reward, but a fright…

Look at this! What normal person would like to eat such bizarre-shaped things?! Principal, you really need to reflect on this. (Likely a placeholder or error)

His main purpose in proposing this "Mad Thursday" was that if he did so, Dumbledore would feel embarrassed to give Harry extra points.

The old-fashioned layered cake is one of them.

In addition, Lewis suggested to Dumbledore that each wizarding family could order a serving of fried chicken from the Hogwarts kitchen for just fifty copper knuckles.

On the one hand, it's to generate revenue for Hogwarts; on the other hand... it's also a way to show some care for impoverished families.

Dumbledore readily accepted the suggestion, stating that it was Lewis's advice, which also served to improve his public image.

Sure enough, within three days it caught the attention of Rita Skeeter, who openly wrote on the front page of the Daily Prophet that Louis Mountbatten might be the illegitimate son of Dumbledore's illegitimate son.

This was said without Old Louis knowing, otherwise he would definitely have opened fire on his beloved pink flagship cannon.

Little Louis knew this, of course, but considering that Rita never said anything nice, he decided to hold back for now and wait for the right opportunity to give this old woman an irresistible reason to praise him.

Next Thursday arrived quickly, and Louis was about to begin his first Defense Against the Dark Arts class, which he taught independently.

Louis even communicated with the system and asked it to grant him the authority to summon monsters from other dimensions.

As for the most reasonable way to summon it, he thought about it for a long time before finally remembering the Mirror of Eris.

When Lewis went to borrow it from Dumbledore, Dumbledore was curious and wanted him to demonstrate. Lewis wasn't going to stand on ceremony; he dragged Dumbledore to the Quidditch pitch and summoned the Dancer of the Boreal Valley.

We must open Old Deng's eyes wide.

So Dumbledore gave him a demonstration of what it means to be a master of Transfiguration.

The dancer, whom he had been struggling to deal with, was simply slammed into the ground by Dumbledore using weeds as vines, a metal hammer, and a puppet.

Louis watched as the dancer gradually turned to ashes and flew into the Mirror of Erised, his eyes twitching. His understanding of Professor Dumbledore's power reached a new level.

I thought that with my cheat code, surpassing Snoop and Dumbledore within a few years wouldn't be a problem. But judging from the current situation, my thinking was really too naive.

He secretly used a scout on Dumbledore.

Albus Dumbledore

Level? Wizard

Talents: Charms (15), Potions (8), Transfiguration (20), Dark Magic (10), Defense Against the Dark Arts (17), Flight (10), Herbalism (5), Divination (4).

He became emo after watching it.

Thinking of the pendant Catherine had given him, Louis's fighting spirit was rekindled.

He didn't need to help with the first few classes, except for the Defense Against the Dark Arts classes for first and third year students, which conflicted with Snape's teaching schedule.

So Snape chased him away like flies and sent him to teach.

Louis was unhappy, extremely unhappy. In his unhappiness, he begged the house-elves to make him a cloak just like Snape's, and also asked Emerys to buy him a black wig.

Yes, he was cosplaying Snape.

Standing at the classroom door, he took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and flung the door open with a bang. Amidst the students' surprised, incredulous, and slightly amusement-filled gazes, he used his wand to slam all the classroom windows shut with a "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh." Like a little bat, he strode to the podium, executed a clean, Snape-esque turn, tossed his greasy hair into a side part, and, mimicking Snape's oily accent, began to speak:

"You've come here to learn this method of defense and counterattack against dark wizards. Since there aren't any fools sitting in front of cauldrons boiling slugs here, some of you might not believe it's actually a sophisticated science—I don't expect you to truly grasp the beauty of that melodious magical resonance when you wave your wand, the wonder of unleashing powerful spells. You won't truly understand the kind of magical spells that punish dark wizards, those that captivate the mind and confuse the will… I can teach you how to increase your reputation, gain glory, and even conquer death—"

"But there has to be one condition: you can't be the kind of idiots and fools I usually encounter."

At this point, the students who had been holding back their laughter burst into a roar of laughter.

"Quiet—" Louis squinted, his tone drawn out, perfectly mimicking Snape. This made the students laugh even harder, especially Harry, Ron, and Neville, who laughed the loudest.

Hermione looked at Louis with a worried expression, wondering what would happen if Louis was targeted by Snape.

"Ahem, quiet down—" He tried to maintain order in the classroom again. This time, the students were very cooperative and suppressed their smiles, waiting to see what other tricks he could pull.

Louis appeared like a gust of wind, like a little bat, and whistled towards Harry.

"Potter!" he exclaimed suddenly. "What spell should I use to remove a wizard's wand?"

"Disarming Charm, Professor," Harry said, barely suppressing a laugh. "The spell is Expelliarmus."

"Well, well, Pott." Sneaky... Lewis asked again, "If I want to stun a dark wizard, what kind of spell should I use?"

"The Stupefy Spell, Professor," Harry replied fluently and smoothly. "The spell is stupefy."

"Let's try again, Pott... What spell do I need to smash this obstacle in front of me?"

"The Smash Charm, the spell is Reducto." Harry smiled as he looked at the young professor, who was the same age as him.

"Sometimes, fame really does come from somewhere." Louis chuckled and turned around. "Good answer, Gryffindor—no extra points."

The room erupted in cheers. The Slytherin students, who had been wearing long faces when they heard the name Gryffindor, suddenly beamed with joy, and the whole class was filled with a happy atmosphere.

"Why, Professor!" came the question from the explosives genius, Seamus Finigan.

"I think you should understand, Mr. Demolition Genius, I'm not a professor, I don't have the privilege of extra points," Louis replied slowly.

Not only his tone, but even his sarcastic remarks were exactly like Snape's.

The students laughed for a while, then Louis took off his wig and bat-shaped cloak and put them aside. He clapped his hands, and Tom and Jerry rushed over to help him move the outfit aside.

Of course, just like how British civil servants have secretaries, how could Louis, who carries the British Union Jack, not arrange two teaching assistants for himself when he became a teaching assistant?

However, Tom and Jerry's assistant coach was more like a caddie, simply helping them serve tea and water.

(End of this chapter)

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