Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 1 Return
"Get up! Get up! Hurry!"

There was a rapid knock on the door and Harry Potter opened his eyes hazily.

He subconsciously reached for the wand under the pillow, but found nothing.

His green eyes narrowed and he raised his arms, only to find that his arms had become thin and weak.

what happened?

He was startled and looked around, finding himself in a small and cramped space.

The compartment under the stairs...

The compartment under the stairs at the Dursleys' house was a distant memory.

Could it be that I have returned to 1991?
"stand up!"

There was another scream, and Harry finally came to his senses, and he also remembered that it was his Aunt Petunia's voice.

After not hearing that voice for six years, he had almost forgotten the Dursleys completely.

Harry sat up and looked around the small, cramped space.

This is much smaller than the dormitories at Hogwarts, he thought.

Ever since he picked up the admission letter in the cubicle, he somehow came to a school called Hogwarts, where he studied and lived for six years.

He even felt that he was about to blend into the Victorian era, but for some reason, he suddenly returned to the Elizabethan era.

Harry picked up his glasses from beside the pillow, looked at the temples that were wrapped with tape, and flicked them lightly with his fingers.

The tape made a crackling sound, circled around the glasses leg, and flew into the glasses. At the same time, the glasses leg returned to its original state.

He put on his glasses and opened the door. His aunt had already left. An indescribable smell greeted him - he followed the sound to the kitchen and found that the smell seemed to be coming from a large iron basin in the sewage pool.

My aunt and her family were already sitting at the dining table. It was a miracle that they could endure the disgusting taste - but given Dudley's pig-like personality... and physique, it would be strange if he couldn't eat.

Uncle Vernon frowned instinctively when he saw Harry coming.

Before he could say anything, he heard the mailbox click, and then some letters fell on the doormat at the gate.

"What are you still standing there for?" Uncle Vernon said in a bad tone. He turned to Dudley and said, "Use your Smelting cane to drive him to pick it up."

Seeing Dudley reaching for his cane with ill intentions, Harry looked at him deeply and turned away.

There were three letters scattered on the carpet at the door. One was from Aunt Marge, one seemed to be a bill, and the last one was addressed to "4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, the closet under the stairs, Mr. Harry Potter."

The envelope was made of heavy parchment, the address was written in dark green ink, and there was no stamp.

Harry took a deep breath and turned the letter over. Sure enough, there was a wax seal with the Hogwarts coat of arms on it.

Such a letter, yesterday——

No, to be precise, it was six years ago that he also picked it up in the storage room under the stairs, and then he went to the Victorian era more than a hundred years ago.

He took the letters and slowly walked back to the kitchen under Uncle Vernon's irritable urging, put the two letters on the table, and then opened his own letter.

"Dad!" Dudley suddenly shouted, "Dad! Harry seems to have received something!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Harry felt someone rushing towards him. He subconsciously raised his hand, and Uncle Vernon, who was rushing towards him, floated up slowly, and then slammed to the ground.

Casting without a wand, casting spells silently.

This is Harry Potter, the head of the Hogwarts duelling wands. Winguardium Leviosa, the standard levitation spell.

In conjunction with this, there is also Descendo (Descendo), a combination of spells taught to him by Sebastian Saru of Slytherin College.

Considering that the uncle in front of him was as fat as a troll, someone might be killed if he was hit like this, so Harry instinctively followed the sound and landed on the ground, stopping the spell halfway through the fall.

Uncle Vernon's nose was only a few inches from the ground. Harry fanned himself with the letter and heard Uncle Vernon still yelling and swearing. Harry snapped his fingers and Uncle Vernon's mouth, which kept opening and closing and spitting out curse words, was sealed like a zipper.

"Do you mind?" Harry raised his eyebrows and asked politely.

Aunt Petunia let out a sharp popping sound when she saw this.

"You...you haven't even gone to Hogwarts...that freak school yet, why do you know magic?"

Harry keenly grasped the details in Aunt Petunia's words. He raised his head and looked at Petunia with a pair of emerald eyes: "That's not important. What's important is how do you know about Hogwarts and magic?"

As he spoke, he waved the letter in his hand.

"I……"

Penny felt her mouth go dry.

"It seems that you are hiding a lot of things from me, aunt." Harry chuckled and said in a relaxed tone under the frightened eyes of Dudley and Aunt Petunia: "Well, do you mind telling me?"

"No, it's impossible!" Aunt Petunia was hysterical.

Harry put down the thick parchment letter and saw his aunt's appearance, and the way Uncle Vernon was hanging in the air with his mouth blocked and struggling to swim towards him, and memories came flooding back like a tide.

Years of abuse could not be diluted by six years of magic school life. Instead, it became even clearer at this moment, even though he did not hate his aunt's family for it.

But with Aunt Petunia's attitude, Harry didn't mind scaring her a bit.

"Auntie, you should know that wizards have a magic called Legilimency - just as the name suggests, it can read other people's memories." Harry said politely and elegantly, "I think we are not at the point of using this spell yet, right?"

Penny looked at her nephew in front of her with fear and unfamiliarity. Why did he become so... polite after not seeing him for just one night?
She had attended high-society banquets with Vernon, and Harry's demeanor was exactly the same as those of the "big shots" she had met!
However, what she didn't know was that, thanks to the neurotic headmaster Phineas Black, all students at Hogwarts had to learn etiquette, and it was the damn etiquette of the so-called "pure-blood aristocracy"!

Even stone would be marinated after six years, let alone Harry, a smart little wizard.

"Okay, okay." Aunt Petunia succumbed to Harry's "polite" threat. "Your parents were both wizards, and they were killed because they offended a powerful dark wizard. Is that enough? I don't know what your parents learned in that weird - trick school. This is all I know!"

"So, you're not a wizard?"

After Harry said this, he noticed that Aunt Petunia's face became extremely ugly.

"Thank you for telling me, Auntie. I guess I don't have to go to Stonewall Middle School anymore, right?"

Harry chuckled and stood up, shaking his fingers to remove the spell on Uncle Vernon, without even looking at the family, and quietly returned to the stairwell under the three people's wary gazes.

After returning to the compartment, Harry opened the envelope and only took a first glance before he discovered the blind spot.

Albus Dumbledore?
Harry frowned as he remembered the headmaster Phineas Black when he was at Hogwarts.

Could it be that Phineas Black is dead?

Harry, who had been feeling unhappy because of his aunt's family, was suddenly delighted by the good news.

Merlin's puff sleeves...

This is truly something worth celebrating!
(End of this chapter)