I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 89 Let Me Touch Your Leg

The illusion shattered once again as the demons were banished to hell. This was indeed the last time, since the instigators had all been exiled.

Louis saw Luna standing under a tree, looking up and gazing.

"Luna? What are you doing here?" Louis asked.

"Oh...nothing, I was just thinking about what to eat tonight."

"What do you want to eat?"

"Honey cake, would you like some?" Luna asked, turning around with a charming smile.

Why mention honey? Louis looked up and saw a beehive hanging in the tree.

Luna's forehead was red; she had been stung and had a big bump on it.

"Tell me, why do bees work so hard to collect honey?" Her voice was ethereal and clear.

"I don't know what the bees are trying to do, but no one understands seagulls better than me," Louis said, referring to a lifelong pain.

"Oh?" Luna was clearly intrigued. "Then can you tell me, what are the seagulls flying around for?"

"So I can get some fries at the dock later," Louis said confidently, his eyes welling up with tears as he thought of the seagull that had robbed him of his fries last year.

"Is this their fate?" Luna asked, sounding a bit cryptic.

Have you ever considered studying divination under Sybil Trelawney?

Catherine has incredibly high emotional intelligence, as soon as she opens her mouth.

To put it in a low-EQ way, your crazy, eccentric manner really resembles Trelawney's.

Luna gave a cute hum and skipped away like a little rabbit.

The two were worried, so they followed and took Luna home.

The three people walking on the road looked exactly like parents taking their children for a stroll.

The only problem is that the father looks a bit young.

After politely declining Mr. Lovegood's invitation to dinner, Louis and his companion returned to Catherine's home.

Upon entering, the wreckage of the table in the living room is particularly eye-catching.

Catherine tenderly reached out to touch Louis's ribcage, then quickly withdrew her hand, cautiously asking, "Does it...do it still hurt?"

"It hasn't hurt for a long time. You hit me pretty hard. You should have said something." Louis shrugged and struck a bodybuilding pose to indicate that he wasn't in pain.

"I'm sorry, Little Deer, I..." Catherine's eyes reddened.

"It's not your fault, the enemy is too cunning." Louis snorted, pulled Catherine's hand and sat her down on the sofa, gently comforting her, "You don't need to take Shuzpaf's last words to heart. There's no such thing as two people being together always being harmonious. As long as you're together, there will always be some friction."

"But……"

"There are no 'buts,' Casey." Louis held Catherine's soft, boneless hand and gently comforted her, "Being able to be influenced by demons only means that we are not strong enough, so... if we don't want this to happen again in the future, we not only need to increase our strength, but also have a strong enough heart."

"Mmm." Catherine nodded, stared at Louis for a moment, then suddenly rushed over and hugged him tightly.

With a soft, warm body in his arms and the delicate fragrance of her hair wafting to his nose, Louis felt little romantic. He simply wrapped his arms around Catherine, enjoying this rare moment of tranquility.

"Little deer, I'm really, really afraid of losing you..." Catherine whispered in Louis's ear, her voice trembling.

The usually proud Queen Slytherin was now acting more like an ordinary girl her age, using coquetry to express her unease.

"Alright, alright, it's all over now," Louis said gently, patting her back and comforting her softly.

"I..." Catherine's voice choked with emotion.

"Alright, alright, Casey," Louis tried to lighten the mood so Catherine wouldn't feel uncomfortable. "If you really feel bad about it... how about I touch your thigh?"

He clearly sensed that Catherine paused for a moment, and then heard her reply, "Okay."

Her words were brief, but Louis could hear the shyness in her voice.

He was taken aback for a moment upon hearing this, but he quickly realized what was going on.

No, I just wanted to liven things up a bit, I really just wanted to liven things up a bit, how... how did you agree to that?

Shouldn't you angrily tell me to get lost and then stomp on my foot?

Where is your pride? Where is your self-respect?

Louis started to panic.

Catherine had already sat up straight and turned to the side, placing her long legs on the armrest of the sofa.

"bring it on."

"Well... I really touched it, please don't hit me!"

Louis reached out his hand shakily, and before he could even touch Catherine, he felt his palms sweating.

He quickly withdrew his hand and wiped it casually on his body, then smiled awkwardly at Catherine.

"Why don't you put on some socks first...? My palms are all sweaty right now..."

Catherine gave a noncommittal hum, being unusually agreeable at this moment.

Catherine got up and went upstairs. She took out a pair of white stockings from the closet and was about to put them on before going back downstairs when an idea suddenly flashed through her mind. Her face flushed, and she immediately grabbed the stockings and went downstairs.

Fine, consider it a treat for him.

Catherine thought to herself with a touch of smugness.

Downstairs, Louis was sitting awkwardly on the sofa waiting for Catherine to come down. Hearing footsteps, he quickly turned around and saw that Catherine had her hands behind her back and was not wearing anything on her legs.

Sure enough, it was all an illusion, Louis thought to himself.

"Kathy..." Louis was interrupted by Catherine before he could finish speaking.

"Ahem... You wanted to touch my leg, so I agreed. But on the condition that you do everything I say from now on."

"Now, sit quietly on the sofa and don't move or say a word."

Alright, please begin your performance... Before Louis could finish his internal monologue, he was so shocked by what he saw that his mouth dropped open.

Catherine stood in front of Louis, raised one of her delicate feet and placed it on the leather sofa cushion. Her full, rounded toes left a lovely indentation in the fine leather sofa.

The hands that had been behind his back were finally brought out in front of him, and the socks were placed aside.

Catherine picked up a pair of socks and slowly put them on. The white silk fabric was stretched open, revealing a semi-transparent flesh-like state, and the edges hugged her thighs, creating a line of flesh.

The pleated skirt blocked the little pervert's gaze from going higher, but it only fueled his imagination.

Is this something I, at my age, can see for free? Louis felt a burning sensation in his nose and a dizzy head. He quickly took two deep breaths to make sure his nose wouldn't let him get away with it.

Catherine had already put on both pairs of socks. She didn't put on shoes, but instead sat down on the sofa. This time, instead of putting her legs on the sofa armrest, she placed them directly on Louis's thighs.

"Let's begin."

Catherine crossed her arms, bent her left leg, and stepped on Louis's arm. She cleared her throat and said without changing her expression.

Her ears, hidden beneath her long golden hair, were already as red as blood.

(End of this chapter)