Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 103 I am your ancestor (more!)
Harry wanted to find an excuse to get away with it, but he suddenly thought of the missing Cassandra.

He folded his arms across his chest and looked down at Draco.

"Of course I care about her, in fact - she's still my friend."

"Could it be... that the notebook in your hand is also..."

Draco pointed at the notebook Harry was holding in shock, and in his mind he imagined a scene of ancestral spirits teaching Harry.

Could it be that...Po Te is so strong because of the teachings of his ancestors? !

Do not!
He roared in his heart!

That's my ancestor! Why do you want to teach Pot!

"Oh, this is just an ordinary notebook, different from your Merope." Harry flipped through the notebook casually and said to Draco: "But I think if your brain, which is not much smarter than the troll, has not been completely blinded by beauty, you should have seen through the evil nature of that person long ago-"

"Evil?" Draco subconsciously wanted to argue, but he was a little timid.

He felt that what Harry said was somewhat familiar, as if Professor Snape usually liked to be sarcastic to others in this way?

"You Slytherins are sleepy every day, right? The professors have to deduct a lot of points from you for this." Harry said lazily, "That notebook is a very evil magical creation. It can devour the vitality of others and then strengthen itself. Believe me, although the Malfoys are more flexible in their bottom line, they are not that low."

"Dark...dark magic creation?" Draco looked shocked.

Of course, there are some artifacts related to dark magic hidden in the Malfoy family's treasure house.

As the heir of the Malfoy family, he would sometimes accompany his father.

Every time he went to the treasury, his father sternly warned him not to touch any of the artifacts created by black magic.

"What else?" Harry sneered, "Those Slytherin students had their vitality absorbed by the so-called 'Merope'; didn't you also feel sleepy and weak at the beginning?"

Finally, he added: "But she is not without bottom line. At least she gave you back some of the life force she sucked away as compensation."

"Miss Merope still cares about me." Draco's eyes were moist.

Harry saw how confused he was, and a feeling of helplessness and disappointment welled up in his heart.

In fact, thinking carefully back to life a hundred years ago, although Cassandra was harsh in her words, she was very good to me in every way.

Thinking about Cassandra and then looking at Draco in front of him, Harry really felt that this boy was not worthy of being Cassandra's successor.

Damn, why did the Malfoy family become like this?

Harry stretched out his wand and pointed it at Draco.

“Aguamenti (clear water like a spring)!”

A stream of icy water like a high-pressure water gun gushed out from the tip of Harry's wand, almost knocking Draco against the wall.

After being poured with cold water, Draco calmed down a little.

"You might as well use your brain and think about it - or you can go home and ask your father." Harry said coldly.

"So, you're not lying to me?"

Draco's intelligence regained the upper hand.

"I said, Cassandra is my good friend -" At this point, Harry's evil taste suddenly came to his mind. He used his wand to dry Draco, poked his face and said, "Boy, according to seniority, I am also your ancestor."

"You are humiliating the Malfoy family!" Draco raised his head in anger: "I...I will tell my father!"

"Oh, even if it's your father, he should be my grandson." Harry tapped Draco's head with his wand, and seeing that he was crouching with his head in his hands, he continued to talk to him: "Think about it, your father once told you that your great-aunt once suppressed the goblin rebellion with someone?"

"It's Harry Pott..." Draco repeated subconsciously, and then he suddenly had an idea.

He pointed at Harry and stammered, "H... Harry Pott? Are you the one..."

"Why else do you think I was able to defeat Miss Farley so easily? And Professor Quirrell?"

Harry suddenly felt a sense of mischief when he said this.

He remembered Ron once said that the Malfoy family were die-hard Death Eaters who followed Voldemort.

"Or... Voldemort stuck to the back of Professor Quirrell's head?"

"How dare you...how dare you mention that name!"

Draco said in horror, but even so, he was becoming calmer and calmer.

yes……

If he was a freshman, how could he achieve such a level?

Not to mention the resurrection of the Dark Lord, even Merlin couldn't have such attainments in magic at this age, right?
Could it be that he really...

Draco looked up and met Harry's leisurely gaze.

"Really? It's really you?" Draco's mind closed a loop at this moment: "Oh my God, Mr. Pot, it's an honor, an honor..."

If Draco was defeated by a first-year kid, even if that person was a savior, he would feel unconvinced.

But if you say that this man is Old Deng from a hundred years ago... the old monster, then Draco really has no objection at all, and even feels damn honored.

I fought against a legendary wizard from a hundred years ago, and I won 3:0! Can you guys do it?
At this moment, Draco began to hypnotize himself.

Even if this idiot in front of me is fooling me, he must be the idiot from a hundred years ago!
Harry said nothing, just smiled.

"You still have the curse - or mark - left by Miss Merope," Harry said to Draco. "When you get home, ask your father what that thing on your left arm is."

Draco was shocked and quickly rolled up his sleeves. Just as Harry said, there was a black skull branded on his left forearm. A huge python was coming out of the skull's mouth, like a tongue. It looked very eerie and terrifying.

"What...what is this?!" Draco asked in horror.

Of course Harry didn't know either, as such an evil mark had never appeared a hundred years ago.

He simply held out his hand and gestured to Draco to silence him.

"Shh, I don't recommend you show this mark to anyone. When you get home, just ask your father and you'll know."

"Oh, okay..." Draco nodded in confusion. "Also, the so-called 'power bestowed by Miss Merope' on you is just a kind of enhancement that overdraws your vitality." Harry reminded again: "This is a temporary spell. After a few days, when the spell wears off, you will be weak for at least a month."

"Thank you for the reminder." Draco nodded.

"Well, I've said everything I need to say. I think you should go back." Harry said to Draco, "I think after you ask your father about the curse on your arm, he will invite me to visit him. By then, I will also have something to discuss with your father."

After saying that, Harry turned and left the abandoned classroom.

If Pappy hadn't reminded him yesterday, he actually didn't want to have too much contact with the Malfoy family.

But it seems that only the Malfoy family has the channels to obtain rare magical items such as basilisk fangs...

In addition, after learning the news about Cassandra from Draco, Harry felt it necessary to have a good talk with Lucius.

But these are things to do during the holidays, so now let’s just enjoy the afterglow of the exams.

A week later, the test results finally came out.

Looking at the all-O's on Harry's report card, Hermione vowed to herself that she must study hard and try to get all O's next year.

Ron's grades were also good. Except for Potions, where he got a "T", all other subjects were either "E" or "O".

His mother was also very satisfied with the result. After all, you couldn't expect a Potions Professor who was at odds with the Weasley family to give them an E - of course, the Weasley family's Potions results had never been very good.

No one except Bill and Percy ever received a grade above an "E" from Snape.

He was not targeting Gryffindor. Professor Snape was relatively fair in assessing grades, he was just strict.

Even Hermione understood him, because potions were indeed a precise science, and a slight mistake could lead to a huge difference, turning a pot of antidote into a pot of poison.

Believe me, no one would take such a risk. The extra points lost in Potions class are all less suffering in the future...

Before leaving school, Harry went to the Chamber of Secrets for the last time to say goodbye to Vivi.

Professor Rookwood reluctantly left with Principal Fitzgerald, leaving the map secret room to the two young men.

"I'm going to go back, Vivi," Harry said. "I plan to take out the materials stored in your vault during the holidays, and then look for the basilisk fang."

"No, it's our vault," Vivi corrected.

"Does this... make any difference?" Harry scratched his head. "Didn't you deposit all of it? I remembered you said there was a small amount of money in the vault?"

"This is different, Harry." Veratia crossed her arms and said, "The vault was opened in the name of the two of us. No one else has the right to open it except us two, unless it is our future..."

At this point, Weiwei suddenly stopped talking, with a suspicious look on her face.

"Our what?" Harry didn't understand what Vivi meant.

"It's nothing, anyway..." Veratia said softly, "It's nothing anyway."

"Oh, yes." Harry suddenly thought of Cassandra: "There is a descendant of the Malfoy family in our class. I got the news about Cassandra from him."

"Cassandra?" Vladia suddenly became alert: "What about her?"

"The news, according to the Malfoy family, it seems that when Cassandra was in seventh grade, she stole the family heirloom and has been missing since then." Harry said with his hands spread out.

"No wonder." Weiwei said softly.

"No wonder what?" Harry asked puzzled.

"No wonder she wrote me that letter. It turns out she was afraid that I would travel through time and space to find you in the future before her." Weiwei smiled softly, "It seems that she is also making the same plan. She wants to use the treasure inherited from her family to travel through time and find you a hundred years later."

"This... this is impossible." Harry said in disbelief, "Didn't she clearly say in the letter that she would never fool around with you? Why is she..."

"Harry." Vivi's eyes softened: "You are blinded by appearances - believe me, she has definitely used time magic. Maybe she is trapped in a certain time and space like me, waiting for you to rescue her..."

When it comes to understanding Cassandra, Valatea dares to say that she is second to none, and no one dares to claim to be first.

In fact, she had already figured out Cassandra's personality. This tsundere girl's words sometimes had to be interpreted in the opposite way.

For example, Cassandra once told Vivi that she hated Harry because he was lazy and arrogant...

But when she said this, Vivi caught the subtle tenderness in Cassandra's eyes.

From the moment she met Cassandra, Vivi realized that although she and Harry didn't seem to get along well, she was her biggest rival in love in her life.

And what was just in front of her was a perfect opportunity. According to Harry's usual habit of obeying her, as long as she determined that Cassandra did not conduct research on time magic, Harry would definitely believe her and give up looking for clues about Cassandra.

But she couldn't do it—she didn't even think about it.

Even if she might lose, she didn't want Cassandra to be trapped somewhere - like her, her body frozen in time and space in Slytherin's study, but her soul attached to the portrait, experiencing a hundred years of loneliness that ordinary people could hardly endure.

Yes, she lied to Harry because she didn't want him to feel guilty about it.

But...

She didn't mind hiding Cassandra's strategy from Harry, otherwise, she would lose her biggest advantage despite having some disadvantages.

"Really?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"Harry, you shouldn't give up even if there is a slight possibility." Vivi seemed to be sighing: "Cassandra is your good friend. Maybe you haven't realized it yet, but in the whole Hogwarts, the one who treats you best is not me, nor Omnius, nor Sebastian - but Cassandra! Cassandra Malfoy!"

"Remember that Flint? The Flint who insulted you?" Vivi asked.

Harry felt a little disgusted when he mentioned this man.

"Of course I remember. If it weren't for Vice-Principal Weasley, I might have been bullied by him - just like Draco Malfoy bullied Neville."

"Vice Principal Weasley?" Vivi smiled softly, covering her mouth: "Harry, you are so cute."

"Huh?" Harry scratched his head.

"The Flint family was also a leading family in the British wizarding world at the time," Weiwei said to him, "Although Professor Weasley was the vice-headmaster, you also know the atmosphere of the school at that time. She had no way to ask the Flint family to restrain their children."

"It was Cassandra. Although she did not stand up to help you at the time and just watched from afar, she wrote a letter to her father that afternoon. It was Mr. Septimus Malfoy who convened a school board meeting that evening to put pressure on the Flint family. Otherwise, why do you think that from then on, no matter which Slytherin saw you, they would stay away from you?"

(I’ve been excited for the whole afternoon, so I’ll add one chapter today, and all three chapters will be updated together at midnight tomorrow. I’ll try to add more than four chapters tomorrow!)
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