I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 72 Does this thing bite?

Louis, a survivor, lay in his dorm room all night having...you know what kind of dream. ▲Search "𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑔𝑙𝑒" for 𝑠𝑡𝑜520.𝑐𝑜𝑚▲

When he woke up the next morning, he found that he was actually able to do it.

I'm getting old enough; if things don't improve, I really should see a doctor.

Thinking of this, his eyes welled up with tears.

The usually composed Louis suddenly did a backflip on the bed, which terrified Draco.

Adhering to the principle of not asking what shouldn't be asked, Draco obediently chose the word "run".

Louis was all smiles as he sat in the auditorium having afternoon tea.

As they were drinking, Harry and Ron, looking worried, came over.

"Louis, Louis."

"What's wrong? You two look so listless?" Louis chuckled, picking up a scone.

"Hermione...Hermione..." Harry stammered for a long time, unsure how to say it. Seeing that he didn't speak, Ron impatiently interrupted, "Hermione, she's crazy!"

"Huh?" The scones in Louis's hand fell onto the table with a thud.

Hermione's gone mad, huh? Louise could only picture the face of Miss Watson, the face she'd conjure up the day after tomorrow, for reasons unknown.

At that moment, the change could not be explained by anything other than drug use.

"Come and take a look with us..."

Gryffindor Common Room.

The usually pleasant atmosphere in the lounge was unusually eerie; even in the afternoon, it gave people goosebumps.

It's late in the afternoon, I wonder where everyone has gone.

Suddenly, an ominous laugh came from one of the rooms.

The three of them were so frightened that they jumped in surprise.

I went over to take a look and it turned out to be Hermione... lying on the bed holding Crookshanks, laughing, kissing and nibbling at her nonstop.

Crookshank was clearly overwhelmed by this heavy love; its face showed helplessness and despair, as if it had become somewhat disillusioned with the world.

"Hehehehehe, what can a little kitten like you do? Can you escape my grasp? You can't! Hehehehehehehehe!"

She released a distorted love while kissing him.

It's such a pity she didn't go and act in the birth of the stone monkey...

"Hahaha, hehehehe! A kitten like you was born to be eaten by your mother! Hahaha! Resisting is useless... Waaaaah!"

Crookshan looked utterly disillusioned after being kissed.

"Does this thing bite?" Louis asked Hesitantly, pointing at Hermione. Then, realizing it might be inappropriate, he added, "I didn't mean a cat..."

Yes, beavers can bite when cornered.

Hermione, who was lying in bed, heard the sound, turned around, and threw Crookshanks away as if she had been electrocuted.

Crookshank: So love will disappear, right?

"Harry, Ron...Louis, what's wrong with you...?" she asked awkwardly, her face flushed red with embarrassment, wishing she could disappear into the ground right now.

"Although... I've always believed, uh, well, that people are free to act," Louis said hesitantly, "I still suggest you see a psychologist..."

"It must be quite a struggle for Crookshanks to eat a single bite of your cat food..." Ron chimed in with a sarcastic remark.

Louis couldn't hold it in any longer and laughed for a long time in front of Hermione.

Louis's smile was so infectious that none of the trio could hold back their laughter; even Hermione was laughing hysterically.

After all, what just happened was rather funny.

"So, Hermione, how many children do you eat in one meal?" Louise asked jokingly.

"One." Hermione said, feigning a fierce look, her large front teeth gleaming.

She laughed as she finished speaking, and Ron and Harry were already doubled over with laughter.

After laughing for a while, Hermione asked, "What are you all doing here?"

"Ron was worried about you, so he called Louise to come and check on you," Harry said.

Ron's expression immediately became awkward, and he said hesitantly, "Well, you know, I actually wanted to come and see for myself, but I was afraid you'd bite me..."

Wow, he's truly single by his own merit.

As a result, Ron got a good beating, and Louis and Harry, seeing that things were going badly, very disloyally ran away with it.

But as it turns out, Ron wasn't the only one who courted disaster.

Weekends are always relaxing, especially at the end of the semester. Aside from academic superstars like Hermione, few people study on their own initiative.

It seems the roll wasn't rolled hard enough.

Professor McGonagall was immediately awestruck upon seeing Lewis's exam paper. The main reason was that Lewis's handwriting was neat, standard, and beautiful. Compared to Ron and Harry's dog-paddle-like handwriting, Professor McGonagall felt a pang of disappointment.

The next day, she launched a vigorous calligraphy practice campaign within the college. After consulting with Lewis, Professor McGonagall discovered that there was such a wonderful invention as calligraphy practice books, which made Lewis quite embarrassed—Professor McGonagall's calligraphy practice books were based on his own handwriting.

He casually mentioned this to Ron, and now he's been listed as one of the most unpopular people in Gryffindor.

Laugh at skr people.

Nowadays at Hogwarts, you can often see students diligently studying calligraphy in the Great Hall, trying their best to write the most beautiful characters.

Inside the house, where requests were always granted, the two finished their practice early for the day, as their final exams were tomorrow.

Remembering what had happened to her Gryffindor classmates, Catherine sat down and asked with a strange look, "So, you're the one who got Gryffindor practicing their handwriting?"

The moonlight, like water, poured into the room through the window, making Catherine's already fair skin even more radiant.

"It has nothing to do with me." How could Louis possibly admit to this? To be honest, he really wasn't the one who started it. Seeing that Catherine still didn't believe him, he explained, "Actually, it really has nothing to do with me. It's just that Professor McGonagall saw my handwriting when she was grading the papers, so..."

"You only played a very small role in it, didn't you?" Catherine knew Louis all too well; she could predict what he was going to say next.

"Hey...you actually found out." Louis gave a shy smile.

He sniffed and smelled a pleasant aroma. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be his favorite blueberry scent.

"You smell like blueberries," Louis said, leaning closer to Catherine.

"This is my lip gloss. I chose a blueberry flavor today. Do you like it?"

"Oh, that's good..." Louis thought for a moment, then asked, "Does it taste the same as it smells?"

"Would you like to give it a try?"

"Can I?" Louis hesitated for a moment.

Catherine closed her eyes slightly, raised her head, and her moist lips looked very tempting.

Louis reached out a finger, smacked Catherine's lips, and put it in his mouth.

It really does taste like blueberries.

"That's true." He said with a smile.

(End of this chapter)

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