I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 69 I've wanted to do this for a long time!

"If you're going to punish me..." Louis swallowed hard. "Please just say so. Don't keep me hanging like this; it's really scary, you know?"

"Heh heh heh..." Snape's smile was always so sinister. He stepped aside, revealing Professor McGonagall with a serious expression. (Due to caching issues, please access the website directly through your browser for the fastest chapter updates.)

He smirked, like a smug dragon king with a crooked mouth: "I've been quite busy lately, so I asked Professor McGonagall to punish you for your disrespectful behavior—I hope you have a good time, goodbye."

After saying that, he created a gust of wind and swept away with a whoosh.

Louis looked at Professor McGonagall and asked nervously, "Professor, you...?"

To everyone's surprise, Professor McGonagall glanced back at Snape as he walked away, then abruptly turned back, her previously serious face instantly transforming into one of excitement. She swung her arms excitedly back and forth, beaming like a young girl: "Well done, Mr. Mountbatten! I've wanted to do this for ages!"

(The cat is excited)

Louise, Harry, Hermione, and Ron stared at Professor McGonagall in stunned silence—had someone really drunk Polyjuice Potion and turned into Professor McGonagall's appearance?

Amidst the four people's puzzled gazes, Professor McGonagall happily disappeared from their sight.

"This...is Professor McGonagall?" Ron asked uncertainly. "Holy crap, this is Professor McGonagall?"

"Um, I've heard of a potion called Polyjuice Potion that can temporarily transform someone into their likeness," Hermione asked hesitantly. "Do you think... it's possible that someone could have transformed into Professor McGonagall?"

"I actually have a question," Louis began, "We all know Professor McGonagall is an Animagus, so here's the thing: if someone wanted to look like her but took her cat-like fur, what would they look like?"

Goodness, Snake has a brilliant plan to deal with you.

What strange and tricky questions?

Hermione looked thoughtful, preparing to ask Professor Snape a good question about it the next day.

Asking questions when you don't understand is a fine quality of Miss Know-It-All, even when facing an old bat like Snape.

The young wizards in the Great Hall, who had just finished Lewis's course, were excitedly chatting about their Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson, enthusiastically describing how interesting Professor Mountbatten was.

The girls formed a circle, and at this moment, Draco and Harry accomplished what countless Hogwarts headmasters and professors, and even the four founders, had failed to do over the centuries.

They huddled together, setting aside their academic prejudices for the first time, and chatted enthusiastically, discussing how Draco and Harry were a perfect match.

And so, it was afternoon.

This time his attire was more normal, a crisp little suit, but he looked a bit precocious for his age.

Even a good temperament can't make up for the disadvantage of being short.

He's growing taller! He eats plenty of meat, eggs, and dairy every day, so he doesn't care about the Brazilian rainforest at all.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the third year was also taught together by Slytherin and Gryffindor.

He knew quite a few people in this class, which consisted of students from two different colleges.

The Weasley twins of Gryffindor and Catherine of Slytherin are both familiar faces.

The upperclassmen, who already knew about Professor Mountbatten's novel teaching methods, stared at Louis with wide, expectant eyes, except for Catherine.

Catherine's eyes resembled a fan, containing three parts shyness and annoyance, three parts worry, three parts affection, and one part doting.

People are complex, and their attitudes toward others are constantly evolving, spiraling upwards.

He walked to the podium, not at all shy, turned around and said confidently, "Alright, class is starting."

"Good afternoon, teacher—" Just like in Seris's English class, the students drawled out their "good afternoon."

He is a professor, not a teacher.

After all, a teaching assistant can be rounded up to the level of a professor, just like you can't call a deputy director the director.

This is about social etiquette, not about being overly serious.

"I think you may have heard from other students about some minor changes I made to the Defense Against the Dark Arts course." With that, Louis clapped his hands, signaling Tom and Jerry to bring in the Mirror of Erised. "Admittedly, it's a cursed course, and I've inquired with other professors about everyone's progress. To be honest, I'm not entirely satisfied."

"Please forgive me for saying this, but Headmaster Dumbledore is incompetent." For the first time ever, Louis launched a scathing attack on Headmaster Dumbledore: "The wizarding world is unsafe. Don't think I'm exaggerating; just look at it! Dark wizards are everywhere, Death Eaters are stirring, Voldemort might return, and you...do you really think you're safe?"

"Do you really think that the Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts professors, whose jobs are only offered once a year, can actually teach you anything useful?"

"No, terribly wrong. They haven't even fully grasped each of your learning progress, and all sorts of unexpected things have happened. Tell me... how can you possibly learn—forgive my bluntness—this art of survival in such a situation?"

Louis clenched his fists, his tone inflammatory: "Students, more than anyone else, I hope that one day you won't have to take this course on fighting dark wizards. As fellow students, do you think I love studying?"

A burst of good-natured laughter came from the audience.

"Let me tell you, the answer is no, I don't want to study either. But why should I study this course so hard? Because this world is dangerous, and I just want to live, that's all."

Louis patted his chest and looked around.

"I would much rather that no one ever learns this damned course, and that the wizarding world is no longer filled with betrayal, killing, pain, and torture. I would much rather that a true order be established in the wizarding world, one that can completely deter dark wizards from encroaching upon the order of kind and law-abiding wizards!"

"I know some of you will say, Mr. Mountbatten! You're just daydreaming! You're dreaming. Yes, yes, you're right, I am indeed daydreaming, dreaming." He laughed at this, and the young wizards in the audience laughed along. After a while, his expression suddenly became incredibly serious and earnest: "But—what if we take action?"

"Some might say we're too young, that dark wizards won't even give us a second glance—but in my mother's hometown, an immortal philosopher once said, 'A tiny spark can ignite an entire prairie!' Though we are young, we are like that spark, and one day, we will burn away all the dark wizard weeds in this entire prairie called the Magic World!"

(End of this chapter)

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