I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 71 The Ravenclaw Crown

Louis's Defense Against the Dark Arts class is a huge hit; who can resist a fun class with evil creatures to fight?

So many upperclassmen came to audit the class that Snape stared at Louis for a long time, deeply moved by the matter. [Remember this site's domain name]

However, in the end, he honestly handed the course over to Louis... after all, most of the courses did not conflict with his.

Snape taught the sixth and seventh graders himself, since he couldn't bear to part with the course, so he could only torment the students in those two grades.

The students applauded this, as no one liked Snape's torturous, lifeless lectures on theory.

Aside from the sixth and seventh graders, who were also tormented by Snape, they watched with resentment and pain as their classmates excitedly discussed the new content of Professor Mountbatten's courses in the Great Hall and their own house's common room.

Yes, Lewis is now an associate professor, a title personally awarded by Dumbledore.

The reason is that Mr. Mountbatten has already proven his ability.

Thanks to the support and behind-the-scenes maneuvering of Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy, the matter passed with an overwhelming majority on the board of trustees, and no one questioned why a twelve-year-old should be appointed as a professor.

Yes, in the eyes of the board of directors, there is little difference between associate professors and professors; they are more concerned with their own interests.

The pace of Defense Against the Dark Arts courses is almost the same until the fourth year, but after the fourth year, there is more to be taught, since students need to prepare for exams.

So Louise was thinking about whether she could bring all five grades together for classes in the auditorium at a specific time.

In fact, the practical skills of fifth-grade students are not very good, except for a few outstanding ones.

Through screening students in each grade, Louis discovered that there were actually quite a few highly talented students, but very few of them practiced diligently.

The main reason is that there is no suitable person to guide them onto the right path.

Don't think too highly of fifth graders. In the original story, before Dumbledore's army training, they were probably evenly matched with the goose.

Of course, this is an exaggeration, but the exaggeration cannot hide the fact that they are weaklings.

People like Ginny, who can reach the pinnacle of skill after initial setbacks, are if not unique, but certainly extremely rare.

Dumbledore didn't object to his plan, but the problem was how to find a suitable time for all five years? Everyone's classes and free time overlapped, making it difficult to find a time when everyone was bored out of their minds.

Don't even mention Saturdays and Sundays, those are too grueling. Louis may be a bit gruff, but he doesn't want to be the subject of backstabbing.

We won't do anything that involves taking advantage of others on weekends; he does have some bottom line, to a certain extent.

Louis completed his task and received ownership of the Room of Requirement.

He is now staring blankly at a beautiful and magnificent crown.

Ravenclaw's Crown (Corruption)

Crown

(For women only)

All talents +2

All skills +1

+30% Faster Casting Speed

Improve mental agility

Louis thought for a moment, chanted for two seconds, and then cast a mass dispel on the crown.

The Great Chariot was indeed a Great Chariot. A thick plume of black smoke slowly rose from its crown, accompanied by faint wails, and the corrupted characters on the crown disappeared completely.

Louis knew that Voldemort's Horcrux had been completely purified.

"What are you doing?" Catherine asked, coming over with great interest.

"Here's a gift for you." Louis chuckled and handed the crown to Catherine.

"So beautiful..." Catherine exclaimed in admiration. Women are always powerless against beautiful accessories, and even a strong woman like Catherine was not immune.

"Try wearing it," Louis suggested.

Catherine examined the crown for a moment, then handed it to Louis.

"What, you don't like it?" Louis asked, raising an eyebrow.

Catherine turned her head away and snorted, "When you give someone a gift, you should at least put it on them as a sign of politeness..."

The implication is that you should help me put it on quickly, as it will feel more ceremonial.

Louis, of course, did not refuse and accepted the crown. Catherine also knelt down so that he could reach the top of her head.

He slowly placed the crown on Catherine's head, then recklessly used his fingers to lift Catherine's delicate chin.

Catherine's eyes were unfocused.

It must be admitted that these magnificent ornaments, worn by a beautiful woman, absolutely enhance her beauty. Catherine's already stunning face, paired with the splendid crown, exudes an even more noble air, and even adds a touch of Ravenclaw's intellectual beauty.

"It looks beautiful." Louis put his hand down just in time before Catherine could react and kept praising her.

"What?" Catherine asked.

"Everything is beautiful, the people are beautiful, the crown is beautiful—" Louis chuckled, "But... the people are the most beautiful."

Catherine's pretty face flushed slightly.

"Where did you get this done? Why is it so fancy?" she asked belatedly.

"Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure," Louise said, without giving a direct answer.

"Why are you talking about Ravenclaw's house motto...?" Catherine didn't react at first, then covered her mouth in surprise and took off her crown to examine it carefully.

When she saw the small print on the crown, she asked in surprise, "This is... a Ravenclaw crown?"

“Yes, this item once belonged to Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw,” Louis chuckled. “But it now belongs to Miss Catherine Worley.”

Catherine gazed at the crown for a moment, a wave of happiness washing over her. After a while, she lifted her head, bit her lip, and embraced Louis.

"I will become public enemy number one in Ravenclaw, little fawn." Catherine breathed softly in his ear, the warmth tickling his ear, his heart, and his ears.

Louis held her soft, fragrant body in his arms, feeling a little distracted. The treasure he cherished even more than his extraordinary wisdom made him feel very comfortable.

But at his age, there's not much he can do.

"Your extraordinary wisdom and this crown will become your most precious treasures," Louis replied in a low voice.

"No, I already have the most precious treasure." Catherine said the most touching words, her arms tightening their embrace.

"Alright, alright..." Louis felt a little suffocated by his senior's overwhelming love. He gently patted Catherine's back and protested in a muffled voice, "I can't breathe...!!!"

"Oh..." Catherine belatedly loosened her arms.

Louis breathed in the fresh air as if he had just escaped a disaster. Good heavens, Catherine had almost succeeded in murdering her husband.

She's about to do what the dancers of Irithyll of the Boreal Valley and the blue-eyed demon couldn't.

So you admit that you are her husband, right?

(End of this chapter)

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