I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 93 He's still a child!

In the end, Catherine agreed to let Louis sleep in his own bed, while she would sleep with her mother.

"Aren't you really going to consider coming with me, Mr. Deer?" Solanlian's tone was seductive, her pink tongue licking her lips, giving her the look of a domineering older sister.

Louis swore that the woman's Patronus Charm was definitely a fox...

"No, no." No matter what he thought in his heart, he couldn't say it in front of Catherine, could he?

Catherine's bed smelled wonderful and had a very girlish feel. Unlike the mature, independent, and aloof decor of her dorm room, her bedroom was entirely decorated in pink; Louis could even find a Hello Kitty on her bed.

Oh no, her image as a proud and aloof older sister has completely collapsed.

"This was arranged by my mother!" Catherine argued on her own, but she didn't seem very confident. Louis sat on the edge of the bed and nodded, "Yes, yes, yes."

Catherine wanted to get him a new four-piece bedding set, but Louis dissuaded her.

We're all family here, so there's no need for formalities.

Lying in bed, Louis tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. His mind was filled with recent events, such as how Harry was doing at the Weasleys' house, what Draco was doing at home, and what to do after school started... How to get his classmates back on track. As he thought about these things, he finally drifted off to sleep.

In a daze, he felt something extra on the bed, soft and warm against his back. He didn't think much of it, assuming it was just a dream about what he had been thinking about during the day. He was finally able to enjoy touching Catherine's thighs, which he hadn't had enough of during the day, so he rolled over and hugged the "thighs".

He has a sleeping habit: he always likes to ride on something. When he sleeps alone at home or in his dormitory, he always rolls up the blanket and rides on it, or he rides on a pillow to sleep.

When he woke up the next morning, he felt something was wrong.

Why does my face feel itchy, and my arms are warm and soft, with a wonderful fragrance that goes straight into my nose?

My legs felt different from how they usually feel when I wake up. Why does the blanket feel so nice? And it's warm too?

He opened his eyes and broke out in a cold sweat.

It's over, Barbie Q.

It's Catherine.

He breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, it wasn't Solanlian.

Huh? What am I thinking?

My surname wasn't Cao in my past life either...

Although I really like Lao Cao's poems and essays.

A sleeping Catherine evoked a different feeling altogether. Her beautiful eyes, which held a wealth of emotions—boastfulness, pride, confidence, and a multitude of joys and sorrows—were now obediently closed. Soft strands of hair spread out, partially obscuring Catherine's rosy cheeks, some playfully falling onto Louis, while others were tucked beneath him.

Her sleeping posture was adorable, with her moist lips slightly pouting and her glistening nostrils flaring with each breath, making Louis want to reach out and pinch them.

Louis propped himself up and quietly reached out a hand, ready to put it into practice, but forgot that he was still pressing down on Catherine's hair.

The pain from her hair pulling at her scalp woke Catherine. She mumbled something as she opened her eyes.

He met Louis's mischievous eyes and his claws poised to wreak havoc.

Catherine was startled. Before her brain could process what was happening, she had already gotten up and pressed Louis down onto the pillow.

Just then, the tightly closed bedroom door was suddenly pushed open—

"Dear Mr. Deer, have you seen my daughter? I woke up this morning and found she wasn't with me..."

"Oh my god, what are you doing!"

Standing at the door was a shocked Solanlian.

The two felt a chill run down their spines for a moment, but neither of them saw the cat-and-mouse playfulness in Solanlian's eyes.

Yes, she secretly cast a confusion spell on her daughter on her way back from the toilet last night.

She is her biological mother.

That's why Catherine returned to her room in a daze.

The plot may be cliché, but the way it's presented is really fresh...

"You need to give me an explanation." Solanlian had actually been secretly laughing outside the door for a long time. She rubbed her face for a while before pretending to be very angry. Then she pushed the door open and questioned the two of them in a cold tone.

"I'm sorry, Sister Lian, I'm so sorry." Louis lay on the bed, trying to take the blame. He immediately thought of what his grandfather had said and looked at Solan Lian pitifully with his puppy-dog eyes.

For little Louis, acting cute is his most powerful weapon.

It's no exaggeration to say that when he acts cute now, his charm on older women increases by 500%.

He was lying in bed not because he didn't want to get up, but because Catherine had forgotten to get up and was pressing down on him, making it impossible for him to move.

Solanlian softened genuinely. She coughed, forcing herself not to show that expression, and said seriously, "This isn't your problem, Mr. Deer. It's a problem between me and my daughter."

Louis went numb instantly.

"Sleeping in the same bed before marriage, you're not even a couple! And I think you should have noticed how unladylike your posture was... Mr. Deer is still a child! Catherine, you've disappointed me greatly!"

Solanlian's expression was subtle; at least Louis sensed something was off.

He's still a child, don't let him get away with this!

A thought flashed through his mind: he was not fighting alone. At this moment, the spirits of Di Renjie, Sherlock Holmes, and Conan possessed him.

This awkward situation is definitely the work of this witty and funny woman in front of me!

Catherine, contrary to her usual behavior, showed no shame or anger. Instead, she raised her small face, revealing her long, fair neck, which was exceptionally alluring.

Louis swallowed hard, suddenly missing the delicious duck neck.

"This is my own business, Mom."

Catherine actually perked up.

Or rather, she didn't want to admit defeat to her mother.

Louis patted her arm somewhat awkwardly and whispered, "Cassie, could you get up first? My arm is a little numb."

Catherine belatedly climbed off Louis, ignoring her embarrassment and anger, but still looking at her mother with a defiant gaze.

"You know, you two aren't even a couple, and to do something like this is simply... simply..." Solanlian was at a loss for words, and after thinking for a long time, she couldn't come up with the right words to describe the scene.

"The impact is extremely negative," Louis whispered a reminder, temporarily stealing Professor McGonagall's words.

Can something done by a scholar be called stealing?

That's called stealing!

"Yes! The impact is extremely negative!"

With her arms crossed, Solanlian made the towering Alps appear even more ethereal.

Catherine was furious and punched Louis's arm with her fist.

She never imagined that her son would be in cahoots with her mother.

(End of this chapter)