Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 102: Crying? Crying also counts as time! (rd update)

Harry felt that the most difficult people in the world to understand were women - and Cassandra was even more difficult than most women.

But he didn't know why, Pabbie was the person who could restrain Cassandra the most, and not only Pabbie, but even Vivi understood Cassandra very well.

But the two of them never told him the trick, so he didn't know how to communicate with Cassandra.

"That's a good suggestion, Pappy," said Harry. "I think I should go to the Malfoys and ask if they have any basilisk fangs - if they do, I can buy some."

"Or the shop in Knockturn Alley." Pappy added: "I remember Borgin and Burke's selling this kind of contraband. I think he must have some channels."

"It's hard to say. Mr. Burke isn't omnipotent." As Harry spoke, he felt Pappy lean forward slightly.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked.

Pappy raised his head and said cheerfully, "Keep your head down and eat grass."

Harry:…

Forget it, after all, she is a unicorn now.
"Don't worry, Pappy," Harry said sadly, "When Vivi comes back, she will definitely find a way to make you human again."

"Hee, really?" Pappy jumped for joy and said, "Actually, it's pretty good now - you see, the magical animals are all very close to me, and you know I like them the most."

Seeing that Harry was about to say something, Pabbie interrupted him.

"Compared to this, I think you should quickly think of a way to rescue Vivi -" She sighed twice, "Compared to me living carefree in the Forbidden Forest with magical beasts, she has been trapped alone in Slytherin's study for more than a hundred years!"

"Well, you're right, Pappy." Harry reached out and ruffled Pappy's mane.

Pabbie whistled happily twice, drove Harry around the Forbidden Forest twice, and then sent him back to the Black Lake.

Hermione and Ron were lying on the ground with their arms and legs spread out, while the other was skipping stones over the water.

"Hi, Hermione, Ron." Harry jumped off the unicorn and greeted his two friends with a smile.

Hermione tilted her head and snorted.

She really wanted to ride a unicorn...

But she also knew that unicorns were not horses. Even though they looked very similar to horses, if you really treated them as ordinary horses, you would be the one in trouble.

Someone once wanted to ride a unicorn, but unfortunately, he had a transparent hole on his chest.

Only those who are specially recognized by unicorns can ride them.

"See you tomorrow, then." Harry waved at Pappy.

"Okay, Harry." Pappy shook his head. "I heard you're going to participate in the Quidditch final? Can I come then?"

"Of course, Pappy." Ron and Hermione said together, "We can make room for you in Gryffindor. If you want, we can make you a Gryffindor unicorn!"

"Thank you for your kindness, but I'm actually a Hufflepuff." The unicorn curved his eyes and said with a smile, "But you can visit Gryffindor."

"Great!" the two little ones cheered together.

At noon the next day, Pabbi came to the Quidditch field as scheduled.

The professors extended a warm welcome to the sudden appearance of a unicorn as a guest at the school.

It’s Merlin’s blessing that such a holy and noble creature can visit Hogwarts!

Pappy declined the professors' invitation and followed Hermione and Ron to the Gryffindor stand, where he sat in the seat that originally belonged to Harry.

This game is the Quidditch final of this school year, Gryffindor vs. Ravenclaw.

Madam Hooch sat on her broom and blew the whistle to start the game.

It took Harry only three seconds to catch the Golden Snitch, setting a record for the fastest clearance in the history of Hogwarts.

At the same time, he also got a nickname - the fastest man.

This nickname was given to him by the Weasley twins. The two boys probably didn't mean it that way, but Harry just felt uncomfortable hearing it.

Gryffindor captain Wood had a jubilant smile on his face. Winning the Quidditch championship was his biggest dream since he entered school.

Now, with everyone's joint efforts - and of course, it is inseparable from Mr. Three Seconds' buzzer-beater.

Harry felt a little fucking desperate. He had never expected that the people with the cruelest nicknames in this school weren't the Weasley twins, nor Professor Snape, nor Draco Malfoy.

But it’s the captain in front of him, Oliver Wood.

"No, I don't want to be Mr. Three Seconds!" Harry shouted desperately.

But it was no use, as he was lifted up and thrown into the air by the enthusiastic Gryffindor classmates.

Fortunately, his protest was effective, and the title was not retained for long before it was forcefully and ruthlessly passed over.

Very bad nickname, love coming from Professor McGonagall.

Pappy had left at some point, and Harry looked for him but couldn't find him, so he had to give up the idea.

After celebrating with his Gryffindor classmates, Harry came to the Great Hall.

Miss Farley had been waiting for him at the door, and when she saw Harry coming, she hurried over to greet him.

"Hello, Gemma." Harry nodded to her. "Please help me call Draco. I have something to ask him... It's still the old place, the abandoned classroom on the second floor."

"Okay." Gemma bowed and turned to leave.

Harry also came to the abandoned classroom on the second floor.

A moment later, Draco Malfoy arrived at the door.

To be honest, Draco has been in a bad mood recently.

On the one hand, Harry's success made him feel uncomfortable. It was either jealousy or he simply felt annoyed to see Harry in the spotlight.

If you want to know why he hates Harry, it's because Harry rejected his invitation to make friends.

Saint Potter!

On the other hand, it was because Miss Merope, who had always been by his side, disappeared.

On the day when Professor Quirrell carried out his subversive conspiracy, Draco could only vaguely remember that he came to the fourth floor with his notebook, but he could not remember what happened afterwards.

Without Miss Merope, not only Draco was miserable, almost half of the Slytherins were going crazy.

Miss Merope is not only beautiful, but also very gentle and considerate - most importantly, she has a deep understanding of magic. No matter what problem she puts in front of her, she can solve it easily and use all kinds of magic tricks at her fingertips.

Slytherins all worship the strong. This was true a hundred years ago. Even though most of the current Slytherins are children of death row inmates, it cannot conceal their inherent pursuit and worship of strength.

Power and glory!

More than one person came to Draco, believing that he had hidden Miss Merope's notebook.

But Draco also had his own difficulties. You want to ask where Miss Merope is, and I want to ask the same thing.

Even though the Malfoy family is a pure-blood family, who among the Slytherin family is not pure-blood?

The Malfoy family was indeed powerful in the past, but you know that was in the past. This is not the 19th century, when Septimus Malfoy was the Minister of Shadows, and the glory of the Malfoy family was already a thing of the past.

Draco had no choice but to open his dormitory for a search. When they found that the notebook was indeed not there, the Slytherin students had no choice but to give up.

He was also upset, not only because of the search by this group of people, but also because of Miss Merope's sudden disappearance.

But... fortunately, the power was preserved.

Just when he was feeling unhappy, Miss Farley found him and said that Potter from Gryffindor was waiting for him in an abandoned classroom on the second floor.

Of course Draco would not give up such a good opportunity for revenge. He could not suppress his excitement and set off immediately, abandoning his half-eaten meal and rushing upstairs without stopping.

The moment he saw Harry, Draco showed a ferocious and confident smile.

"Well, well, Pot!" Draco walked out from behind the door: "If I were you, you would not meet me alone in such a place - don't worry, I will save your life and let you acknowledge me as the savior in front of all the classmates in the school..."

"Listen to me, Malfoy." Harry interrupted Draco's trash talk: "I want to ask you, what's the matter with the notebook circulating among you Slytherins!"

"You don't deserve to know!" Draco's eyebrows twitched twice, and he took out his wand: "All you need to know is that you, the saint, are about to be defeated by me!"

Harry sighed.

Can't we just communicate properly?

He didn't even draw his wand, he just stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, and a circle of azure flames surrounded the two of them.

Then, the flames swept across, and a deep blue flaming lion leaped out from the blue flames and roared silently at Draco.

Draco opened his mouth. He didn't know what spell he should chant when facing such a flaming lion.

After all, he is not Hermione and does not have much pursuit of learning.

So Draco could only cast a few spells in vain, but they could not affect the flaming lion at all.

The flaming lion moved closer and closer, forcing Draco back into a corner until he plopped down on a stool.

"You... this is..." Draco said in a dry voice: "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Miss Merope gave me so much power, how... why did you become so strong?!"

It was certainly exciting to gain strength, but Potter's growing power made him inevitably feel despair.

Harry really wanted to laugh.

Why did I become stronger?

I sucked the Philosopher's Stone, brother, what about you?
However, Harry breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the name Merope.

"Tell me about your Miss Merope." He leaned on the table and asked leisurely.

"No! I will never tell you anything!" Draco said with his neck stiff. "Never!"

Seeing that he was not cooperating, Harry took out his wand from his arms.

"What...what are you going to do?" Draco asked horrified.

Harry didn't want to waste any time talking. He looked directly into Draco's horrified eyes and chanted the spell.

"Legilimens!"

Draco suddenly felt a pain in his head, and memories surged out like a wave.

Miss Merope gave him powers, taught him spells, and he spread notebooks in the Slytherin common room...

Malfoy Manor, conversation with Mom and Dad, discovery of Miss Merope's notebook...

Finally, the scene freezes on Draco frantically searching for Miss Merope's notebook in the dormitory.

"A little sad?" Harry's voice sounded from behind Draco.

Draco then came to his senses. He was not looking for his notes, but was under Pot's control.

"This is my privacy!" Draco gasped.

"Not to me." Harry curled his lips, "Malfoy, you should thank me because you seem to have been deceived."

"Being cheated?" Draco still couldn't calm down.

Harry sighed helplessly: "That notebook, are you stupid? Think about your Malfoy family. Your grandfather, your father, and you all have light blond hair. I have also seen the photo of Mr. Septimus Malfoy... He also has light blond hair. How could there be a black-haired member in your family? Or red eyes?"

"Impossible!" Draco didn't believe what Harry said at all: "Absolutely impossible! Miss Merope would never lie to me! Never!"

Harry reluctantly pulled out the notebook belonging to Cassandra from his pocket.

"Look, this is Cassandra Malfoy's notebook, yours is a fake."

"How...how do you know Cassandra?" Draco asked in horror.

Harry stirred his wand when Draco mentioned Cassandra.

"No, don't use that spell..." Draco rubbed his body back, tears couldn't help but burst out: "What do you want to know, I'll tell you--"

"Let's talk about Cassandra." Harry sat back in his chair and crossed his legs casually.

"You...why did you ask her?" Draco sobbed. The splitting headache just now really made him desperate.

Harry said nothing, but waved his wand and conjured up an alarm clock.

He fiddled with the time, set it for five minutes, and slammed the alarm clock on the table.

"I'll give you five minutes before I use Legilimency," Harry warned him.

"Ah? I..." Draco couldn't hold it in and started sobbing again.

Even though he came from a prominent family, he was still just a twelve-year-old child.

Draco, who had lived in a greenhouse since childhood and grew up under the care and admiration of others, had never experienced such treatment.

"Crying?" Harry smiled coldly: "Crying also counts as time!"

Draco hiccuped.

"I said--"

Draco began to tell Harry what he had heard from Lucius.

"and many more!"

Harry was suddenly shocked: "You mean... Cassandra stole the secret treasure inherited from your family and disappeared since then?"

“Yes…yes.”

Draco nodded hurriedly. He raised his eyes and glanced at Harry secretly, but found that the other party's expression was gloomy and seemed to care a lot about Cassandra, the ancestor of the Malfoy family.

"You... seem to care a lot about my ancestors?" Draco asked in a flattering manner.

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