I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 73 End of Semester

Catherine's cherry lips felt wonderful, soft and delicate like jelly or pudding. Louis suddenly realized what he had just done. 𝒔𝒕𝒐520.𝒄𝒐𝒎●

What a missed opportunity!

It's clear you've misunderstood; Catherine meant it was possible...

He looked at Catherine again, only to find that she had already stood up, angrily stomped on his foot, and walked away.

If the Weasley twins sold a pill to undo mistakes, Louis would gladly sell everything he owned to buy it.

pity……

There is no such thing as a "regret pill" in this world.

After that incident, Catherine ignored him for several days.

Indeed, no one could accept this...

The girl has already made it clear, but you're oblivious to her feelings; it's almost like you did it on purpose.

Those straight men are just awful.

The final exams went smoothly; they were a piece of cake for a natural-born genius like Louis. Thankfully, there were no exams for flight lessons, otherwise Louis would definitely have failed.

Defense Against the Dark Arts only had a written exam, with questions set by Professor Snape himself—he didn't trust Lewis and rejected his suggestion of a practical exam.

Louis decided to go home and search through his belongings to see if his mother had left any relics related to the persecution of Snape.

We have to give Snape a taste of his own medicine.

As expected, the top ten in each grade were completely dominated by Slytherins—except for the first and fifth years. Hermione, the second-place student in the first year, was Miss Beaver, and Percy Weasley was the first-place student in the fifth year.

It seems that Percy has channeled his grief and anger into motivation for learning.

However, there was a side story to that incident: Penelope was hung upside down by Catherine for two hours and only recovered after lying at Mrs. Pomfrey's place for two or three days.

She could only secretly rack her brains, waiting for a better opportunity, an opportunity when Catherine wasn't around... to steal the tower!

Students from all grades gathered in the auditorium to celebrate the upcoming holiday—or so the students thought.

The entire Great Hall was newly decorated in Slytherin's green and silver to celebrate their seventh consecutive House Cup victory. A huge banner depicting the Slytherin Snake hung on the wall behind the main seating area.

Everyone chatted happily, sharing the interesting things that had happened to them. Professor Sprout sat in the main seat, watching the joyful students below, thinking to himself that as long as the children were happy, it didn't matter if their grades were a little lower.

A short while later, Dumbledore walked in from outside the Great Hall, and the noise gradually subsided as he walked to the head table.

"Another year has passed!" Dumbledore said cheerfully. "Before you enjoy these delicious dishes, I must ask you to listen to an old man's cliché: what a wonderful year it has been! Your little minds must be a bit richer than before. A whole happy summer vacation awaits you, allowing you to digest what you've learned before the start of the next term and clear your minds."

In the Gryffindor section, Ron muttered to Harry, "Studying? Study my ass..."

Then he got hit by Hermione.

"Shut up, Ronald, and listen to the headmaster." Hermione glared at him like a lion.

Headmaster Dumbledore continued, "Yes, yes, it has been a wonderful year. First of all, we must thank Professor Severus Snape for establishing new rules and regulations that have enabled everyone to better engage in their studies."

Sparse applause broke out from below; no one genuinely thought Snape had done a good job.

Only Snape himself was particularly enthusiastic, clapping his hands rapidly.

"Of course, Mr. Louis Mountbatten's contribution is also indispensable." Dumbledore mentioned Louis's name.

The Slytherins clapped enthusiastically, as if afraid of clapping too little or too slowly.

If you're being forced into this, just blink...

"Now, as far as I know, we must first hold the House Cup awards ceremony... The scores for each house are as follows: Fourth place, Gryffindor, 334 points; Third place, Hufflepuff, 368 points; Second place, Ravenclaw, 437 points; First place, Slytherin, 689 points!"

As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, a thunderous cheer, applause, table-pounding, and stomping erupted from the Slytherin table.

Louis and Catherine sat there calmly, clapping quietly.

Dumbledore did indeed give the three Gryffindor boys extra points, but those extra points couldn't compare to those of Slytherin.

After all, a difference of more than 300 points is not so easy to bridge.

Looking at it this way, Snape was actually quite a scoundrel.

But Louis didn't dislike it—he was from Slytherin, and what difference did the Slytherin headmaster's favoritism make to him?

I'm just asking you what the impact will be.

"Furthermore, thanks to Mr. Mountbatten's patronage of Hogwarts, the top ten students each academic year will receive a scholarship—first place fifty Galleons, second place forty Galleons, third place thirty Galleons, fourth through tenth place… ten Galleons!"

The entire auditorium fell silent, then erupted in enthusiastic cheers.

The Weasley brothers, in particular, were happier than anyone else—fifty Galleons was a huge sum of money for them, meaning Ginny wouldn't need to use her brothers' old books when she started school next year.

Ron was also happy, thinking that he should have a new wand ready.

Sprout sat at the head table, somewhat surprised—she hadn't known Louis had this trick up his sleeve, it all came as a bit of a surprise…

Dumbledore continued, "The house with the highest average grade each year will receive five thousand Galleons in research funding... also thanks to the generous donation of Mr. Mountbatten, for whom we should all pay tribute."

All four academy seats cheered enthusiastically, after all, such generous rich guys are rare, really rare.

Professor Sprout's eyes reddened—as a professor of herbalism, she had many expenses... Unlike Snape, who could make a lot of money selling potions, herbs had long cultivation cycles and required various harsh conditions, especially since her greenhouse had not been repaired for a long time.

The way she looks at the Hufflepuff table has changed.

Happiness? How can you be happy if you don't study well? She thought fiercely.

The house-elves worked quickly and efficiently, helping the young wizards tidy up their houses and belongings. Tom and Jerry were in charge of Louis's luggage; Louis trusted them completely.

Warnings prohibiting the use of magic during the holidays were handed out to each student. Louis glanced at one of them, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the trash can.

On platform 943, Ron invited everyone to visit his home during the holidays, saying he would write a letter to each of them.

"Remember to write to me." Catherine smoothed out the wrinkles in Louis's collar.

"I will," Louis agreed readily.

(End of this chapter)

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