I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 76: Initial arrogance followed by obsequiousness; the thought is laughable.

Mr. Dursley's mind is now filled with images of old Louis coming in a battleship and firing his cannons at his mother. ▲Search on 𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑔𝑙𝑒 for 𝑠𝑡𝑜520.𝑐𝑜𝑚▲

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, it was me just now... uh..." Mr. Dursley was flustered and nervous, not knowing where to put his hands.

Even a middle-class man like Mr. Dursley was actually no better off than a mule-horse-kneeling tribe in the face of true Roman nobles.

If you disagree, then write your own "My Marshal Grandfather" article.

Looking at Mr. Dursley, who was standing nervously inside the door, Louis couldn't help but smile.

His initial arrogance followed by his later obsequiousness is laughable.

He didn't make things difficult for Mr. Dursley, but simply said gently, "Now, Mr. Dursley, may I visit Harry?"

"Yes, yes," Mr. Dursley said repeatedly, nodding his fat head rapidly, his chin swaying back and forth.

He had completely forgotten the wish he had just made.

Mr. Dursley didn't care about Dumbledore because he knew Dumbledore couldn't do anything to him, and on the other hand, he had no concept of Dumbledore's identity.

But Louis is different. If you embarrass Louis today, Louis can embarrass you tomorrow.

The physical kind.

Mr. Dursley gave Aunt Petunia a wink, and Aunt Petunia understood, running upstairs to the second floor.

A short while later, she came down with Harry.

"Louis! Louis! Oh, my good friend." Harry saw Louis and tears welled up in his eyes.

He pounced on Louis like a fledgling returning to its nest and hugged him tightly.

Louis patted him awkwardly on the shoulder: "Alright, alright, I'm here now, aren't I? If you keep this up, Draco might misunderstand..."

"Pah..." Harry quickly released Louis, knowing that Louis wouldn't say anything nice.

After such a joke, Harry wasn't as sad as before.

"I……"

Harry tried to speak, but Louis interrupted him.

"I know, don't worry." Louis patted his shoulder to reassure him, then turned to Mr. Dursley and said, "I'm sorry about Harry, Mr. Dursley."

Mr. Dursley waved his hand to indicate that everything was alright.

"I'm sorry, but I can assure you that Harry didn't do it." Louis patted Harry on the back of the head and explained, "But he also bears some responsibility. How about this, don't worry about Mr. Mason's order. I'll have someone contact him and try my best to get him to meet your needs. Is that alright?"

There were many debates about the Dursleys' attitude toward Harry in his previous life, but Louis didn't care about them. What other people thought was their own business. There weren't that many people in this world who could truly empathize with him, and Louis didn't want to comment on it.

But Harry was indeed partly responsible for this, and Louise wanted to help him clean up the mess.

After all, Harry would have to stay here until Sirius Black came out.

The best approach is to use both kindness and severity, especially with the Dursleys… In fact, the main reason is that he's used to this method. Relying solely on intimidation is something only a dark tyrant like Voldemort would do. While others might obey orders temporarily under pressure, this passive approach is far less efficient than proactive ones.

Just like forcing people to work 996, under high pressure, employees are just taking a break and slacking off, so the actual efficiency is not that great.

But most capitalists would rather buy cars, while employees are not livestock, they are human beings too.

What's that saying? "If I earn 28,000 a month, the company is my home. If I earn 1,800 a month, the boss can go to hell."

"That...that's so kind of you, Your Highness!" Dursley's red face turned purple again, this time not from anger, but from excitement and joy.

This helped him a lot.

As a result, even Harry, whom I used to dislike, now seems so adorable.

People are just that realistic.

Louis had no interest in watching this British version of Ochumelov perform his color-changing trick. It was one thing for him not to comment on the Dursleys' previous attitude towards Harry, but it was quite another for him to dislike the Dursleys.

Helping him complete Mr. Mason's drilling rig order is a way for Harry to repay the kindness he has shown in raising him over the years.

Next, we'll have to seriously consider the issue of child abuse—but how to treat the Dursleys is up to Harry, as it's a matter of respect for his friends.

He chuckled and said to Mr. Dursley, "Well... I hope Harry has a very pleasant life ahead of him."

"No problem!" Mr. Dursley's eyes narrowed with a smile, and he pulled Harry into his arms. "From now on, Harry will be like our own son!"

"That puts my mind at ease." Louis smiled noncommittally, then pulled the reluctant Harry out from under his armpits. "I'd like to invite Harry to stay at my house for a while. You shouldn't find that too difficult, Mr. Dursley, should you?"

"No problem! No problem!" the Dursleys said in unison.

……

After all, the Dursleys are still Harry's guardians, so we need their consent to take Harry away.

Harry had quite a lot of luggage. Louis helped him carry Hedwig, and the driver carried the luggage down to the second floor. Amid the envious gazes of the Dursleys, the car sped away.

To avoid causing a stir, Tom and Jerry stayed in the car waiting for them to return. Since they started following Louis, things had become much easier – mainly because Louis was used to being waited on hand and foot and found it difficult to do everything himself at school.

After all, Bill and the others couldn't possibly follow him to Hogwarts, right?

Both men were dressed in sharp tailcoats, and they actually looked quite the part.

After Harry greeted them, he looked at the interior of the car as if he had discovered a new continent... He had never ridden in such a luxurious car before.

Louise sat opposite Harry, while Diana sat with him. Harry had been a little nervous, but Diana's gentle words quickly put his nerves at Hogwarts.

"Orange juice, is that alright?" Louis asked.

"Okay." Harry didn't know what he wanted to drink, so he asked and said anything was fine.

Tom elegantly dusted off his sleeves, took a jar of freshly squeezed orange juice from the liquor cabinet, and poured a glass for each of the three men.

Louis is still a minor, and drinking alcohol is not good for his health, so the wine cabinet is actually filled with various freshly squeezed juices that his servants make for him before each trip.

Harry took the juice and began to tell Louise about his ordeal.

"I thought none of you had written to me, Louis." Harry, now knowing the truth, was much more cheerful. He regained his carefree, goofy smile and handed his empty glass to Tom for a refill. "I was so worried... You know, I even thought you guys had stopped talking to me... Thank goodness Dobby said he intercepted all the letters sent to me..."

"You wrote to me too, didn't you?" Harry looked at Louise.

Louis chuckled, took the orange juice Tom offered, and said with a smile, "Silly boy... why would I write that stuff..."

"Not even Miss Worley?" Harry asked, looking rather silly.

When Diana heard the words "Miss Worley," her gaze became amused.

Louis dropped the glass of orange juice he was holding onto the carpet with a clatter.

(End of this chapter)

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