I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 8 Voiceless consonants must be voiced.

Draco's words, though polite, implied, "I've never heard of a pure-blood family with the Mountbatten name." [The updated chapters are the most complete and comprehensive, with the most timely error-free content fixes. Due to caching, we recommend visiting the official website using a browser.]

Louis chuckled. "My grandfather was originally German, but he changed his surname after coming to England—your father should know that my uncle and aunt have a bit of influence in Britain."

"However... all I know is that my parents were wizards, but they are no longer alive."

A standard template for the time-traveler's parents to sacrifice themselves to the heavens.

"I'm sorry." Draco's expression softened, and he finally extended his right hand. "I think we can be friends, Mr. Mountbatten. After all, you're not mud—I mean, a Muggle."

"I hope you can keep this a secret for me." Louis grasped Draco's hand and winked. "I think my days in Slytherin are going to be quite eventful—just think about it, how could the noble Slytherin allow a Mudblood to bring shame upon the entire house?"

Draco was still a young boy, and as he thought about the days to come, he couldn't help but smile.

"Besides, family background doesn't define everything, Draco—may I call you that?" After Draco nodded, Louis reached out and stuffed the book into the politics category, saying softly, "Compared to the glory my family has brought me, I would rather my family be honored because of me."

Draco nodded. He was still only a first-grader and had a lot of potential, which was why Louis intended to train him properly.

Perhaps... this child could be the entry point into the Twenty-Eight Pureblood Families?

"Alright, Draco, you can rest now. I have something to take care of."

After tidying up the table, Louis patted Draco on the shoulder.

"What...are you going to do?"

"Night stroll." Louis pulled out the book "Low-Level Spells Tutorial," chuckled, and turned to leave.

He never denied his ambition. In his previous life, he was always the class monitor in school, and even in the game, he wanted to be the guild leader. He would do everything he could to escape the constraints of being disciplined, no matter how small the chance.

Coming to Slytherin was actually a good thing. In the friendly and welcoming environment of Gryffindor, he would have been too embarrassed to compete for anything like first place or prefect. But Slytherin was different. As long as he set a few traps to lure those pure-blood supremacists in, he wouldn't have to worry about them not taking the bait.

But the most important issue now is to improve one's own strength as soon as possible, so as not to be inferior to others and become a mere figurehead.

The rather embarrassing thing is that it took him more than an hour to reach the eighth floor.

Being directionally challenged is truly a nightmare, he thought to himself as he stood before the tapestry depicting the giant beating up Banaba.

"I want a training room to practice magic," Louis thought to himself, pacing back and forth three times. Suddenly, a smooth iron door appeared on the wall opposite the tapestry.

As he stood at the doorway, the iron gate quietly opened. Louis stepped inside and felt a sense of openness wash over him. He silently called upon the control panel in his mind, wanting to check his learning progress.

Louis Mountbatten

Level 15 Wizard

Mana: 275/275

Learned spells: Water Conjuration (Level 6), Glowing Light (Level 5), Armored Armor (Level 5), Wizard's Hand (Level 5), Tongue Lock (Level 3), Power Release (Level 3), Upside Down (Level 3), Levitation (Level 2), Alohomora (Level 2), Restore to Original State (Level 2), Stop Spells (Level 1)

*Water Creation: Current Level 6 (65/10000)

Mana required: 1

Casting time: 5 seconds

Skill Description: Creates a bag of magical glacial water.

Magic Glacier Water: Restores 5000 mana points within 20 seconds after drinking.

Louis pondered for a while and decided he should learn some offensive magic. He exited the panel and looked into the room.

Six magical mannequins stood there silently, their shadows stretched long by the moonlight.

In a corner he didn't notice, a strand of golden hair swiftly disappeared behind the pillar.

Louis didn't notice anything amiss. He opened his spellbook, intending to begin learning new spells.

Contrary to his expectations, each spell had its own fixed casting gesture. For example, to knock someone out, you draw a 75-degree angle from top to bottom, while to remove your weapon, you draw a 90-degree right angle from left to right.

The difficulty for beginners lies not only in accurate pronunciation, but also in strictly following the hand gestures when casting the spell, which is why the Levitation Charm can stump so many novice wizards.

Not only is the pronunciation difficult, but its casting trajectory is also difficult to control.

Unfortunately, even with the system at your side, there was no cheat-like scenario where someone could automatically learn a spell just by glancing at it.

Louis picked up his wand. Theoretically speaking, the simplest spell, in terms of both pronunciation and action, should be "Crucio," which involves drawing a diagonal line towards nine o'clock.

However, it is indeed a bit unconventional for a first-grader to start practicing such an unforgivable curse. He is not some born dark wizard. The waters of dark magic are too deep, and he knows he can't handle them.

He'd read fanfiction in his past life, and before he'd even attended a few classes, he was wielding Avada Kedavra like it was nothing. He could just enjoy the stories for fun; he couldn't guarantee that such chaotic spells wouldn't burn his mind.

He leaned forward slightly, recalling the starting stance of the spell, calmed his mind, and with a swift movement, his wand flashed as he uttered the incantation: "Expelliarmus!"

The tip of the wand made a "pop" sound, and now it was Louis's turn to be embarrassed. He looked around and breathed a sigh of relief, thankfully no one had seen the embarrassing scene.

Otherwise, he would risk everything to silence them.

After trying it out a couple of times, the wand was still as if it were broken, only making soft "popping" sounds, without actually releasing any spells.

He wasn't discouraged. He put down his wand and picked up the book again, only to find a line of small print.

"Many beginners have no problem with the wand gestures, but they are actually stuck on the spell. The spell Expelliarmus—the x in the phonetic transcription is /eks/, and remember to voice the voiceless consonant p after the s sound as b."

"I'm always hunting eagles, but I don't want to get pecked in the eye by a swallow..." Louis was speechless for a moment, then felt a little ashamed, and was even glad that he was still a native Londoner with the Oxford accent of the Union Jack, otherwise he would never have been able to learn magic properly if he had to swallow his words like the London coachmen.

He silently thanked Aunt Lily Bay, raised his wand, and this time finally corrected his accent.

"Expelliarmus! (Expelliarmus!)"

A slender red light shot out from the tip of the wand, knocking the wand from the dummy's hand.

"Congratulations on successfully learning the Disarming Charm: Disarm You."

"Note: Releasing an Exterminator weapon on a training dummy grants five proficiency points each time. Successfully releasing an Exterminator weapon in actual combat will grant even more proficiency points, depending on the difference in skill level."

Except for your weapon: Current level 1 (5/1000)

Mana required: 2

Casting range: 30 yards

Casting time: 2 seconds

Skill Description: Forcefully disarms the target's weapon.

After practicing the Disarm Charm to deplete his mana, Louis conjured a bag of magical glacial water, took a sip, and then stood up again to practice the Disarm Charm on the dummy. This cycle of depleting mana—drinking water—depleting mana continued until dawn gradually broke.

The night's training was quite effective, and the proficiency of the Disarming Spell increased to level 2, 1150/2000.

After letting out a satisfied sigh, Louis tiptoed out of the Room of Requirement.

He had just stepped out the door when a stunning figure flashed out from behind a pillar. If Louis had seen her, he would have been astonished. This person was none other than the senior student who had sat next to him at the Hogwarts freshman orientation.

……

Louis was glad that he had planned ahead and gone back beforehand, because his terrible sense of direction meant it took him more than an hour to get back to his dorm.

He secretly wondered if he should try to build a good relationship with the Weasley twins. The Marauder's Map should be in their hands now; he could just buy it at a high price.

What? You mean Potter? Let's talk about Potter later... The most important thing right now is to solve my terrible sense of direction. With a map, I can save at least three hours a day practicing magic, which adds up to ninety hours a month.

He slept for less than two hours before feeling refreshed. Looking at Malfoy, who was still fast asleep, he thought for a moment and shook him awake.

"Draco, wake up! How can you sleep at your age?"

He didn't really want to invite him to dinner; he was just worried about getting lost.

The first-year students' workload wasn't too heavy. They had three herbalism classes taught by Professor Sprout each week, and two classes each taught by Professor Flitwick, Professor McGonagall, and Snape the Bat, teaching Potions.

The rest is a supposedly sleep-inducing History of Magic class, a Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and an Astronomy class every Wednesday night from nine to eleven.

Louis guessed that the flexible scheduling was likely to prevent students from being late due to getting lost. The long lunch break and early dismissal time provided ample time for students to adjust to the environment or explore the castle.

It's worth mentioning that the herbal medicine classes are held three times a week: Monday at 3:00 PM, Tuesday at 11:15 AM, and Wednesday at 9:00 AM.

Each class lasts thirty minutes, ending promptly at 11:45 AM, with lunch break until 2:00 PM. Afternoon classes end at 3:30 PM. Louis could only say that it was even more relaxed than when he was in first grade.

Not to mention the days of senior year of high school, from 6 am to 11 pm.

Louis was clearly much earlier than expected; at Hogwarts at a little past seven, Draco was still visibly sleepy.

After being firmly rejected by the sleepy Draco, Louis was left feeling awkward. After a quick wash, he could only head to the dining hall—which was the main hall—by himself.

After searching the hall for the senior student without success, Louise had just sat down when he saw Ron and Harry heading towards him together.

"Hi, Louis," Ron greeted first. "I thought you'd sleep in."

"The early bird catches the worm." Louis looked up and smiled gently, writing down what he wanted to eat on the card the elf had provided. He tapped the table lightly with his finger, and before the sound faded, the card vanished.

Soon after, the dishes he wanted were served to him.

He picked up his knife and fork, and just as he speared a small sausage, he noticed Ron's troubled expression. Louis smiled gently and asked, "Ron? You seem troubled."

"Yesterday—uh, during the Sorting Ceremony, how did you end up in Slytherin?" Ron hesitated for a long time before finally asking, "We clearly agreed on the train to go to Gryffindor together. You know, Slytherin is—uh, I don't mean you are too, no, I believe you won't become a bad wizard, but…"

"Let me speak," Harry continued. "We talked late last night, and Seamus said it might be because of your own choice... but Ron and I don't believe him, so we wanted to come and ask you."

(End of this chapter)

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