Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 111: Compensation of the Fairies (Monthly Ticket 35004000 plus more)

Invite Harry Potter?
Lucius was stunned. He glanced at his anxious wife and moved his lips but said nothing.

He really wanted to tell his wife that Draco was young and ignorant, so do you believe what he said? !

But Lucius, who still had some sense, wisely chose to remain silent. After all, he was the head of the family on paper, but sometimes he had to... well, respect Narcissa.

But now Narcissa simply couldn't care less. As a mother who loved her son deeply, how could she sit idly by and watch her child being contaminated by the Dark Mark?
Her current state was that she was desperate and would try any possible means, without thinking twice, and just wanted to invite Harry Potter over first.

After all, Mr. Potter could discover the Dark Mark on the little dragon's arm, so he might also have a way to deal with it - in Narcissa's view, if there was even a slight possibility that Harry could do it, she didn't want to miss it.

Draco's eyes lit up. It seemed that my mother still loved me - look, she believed what I said!
"Cissy." Lucius took a deep breath.

He wanted to persuade his wife to give up the idea, but when he saw her sad eyes, he swallowed back the words of persuasion that were already in his throat.

"I'll write an invitation letter right now, personally!"

……

The atmosphere at Malfoy Manor was low, and it was not very good at Hogwarts either.

As soon as Snape got the news, he went to find Dumbledore.

Now he is sitting in the principal's office.

In fact, Lucius told Snape about this matter, not expecting him to tell Dumbledore - even though Snape was the head of Slytherin and the Potions professor at Hogwarts.

The reason is simple. In the minds of all Death Eaters, Snape is a die-hard Death Eater and would never betray the Dark Lord.

Correspondingly, Lucius did not think that Snape would convey this news to Dumbledore.

As for that Lily Potter? Ha... Lucius knew that Snape had loved her madly, but he didn't think that a woman could shake Snape's loyalty to the Dark Lord.

This is also the reason why he chose to ask Snape for help without hesitation.

"Oh, Severus." Dumbledore yawned. He was wearing a nightgown decorated with stars and moons, and a magic nightcap of the same style. "It's so late. I think you must have something important to do, otherwise you wouldn't disturb an old man's sleep."

The implication is that you'd better be busy.

"A Dark Mark has appeared in Hogwarts, and some students have had the mark branded on their arms." Snape said expressionlessly and concisely.

Dumbledore was visibly stunned for a moment.

"The Dark Mark?"

He recalled for a moment, shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, Severus, I don't remember Professor Quirrell ever giving detention to a student alone. What's going on? Who are those two students?"

Snape said in a gentle voice: "One is Joseph Rawl, a second-year student, and the other is a classmate... At the request of the other party's parents, I should keep this matter confidential."

"Thank you, Severus." Dumbledore understood the other meaning in Snape's words.

In the entire Slytherin, the only one who could make Snape remain silent was Lucius, the head of the Malfoy family.

"Can you tell me what is going on?" Dumbledore felt relieved. As long as it wasn't Harry, there would be no big problem.

Besides, the parents of the Rawls and Malfoys are Death Eaters, so they probably won’t care too much about this matter.

As for what happened in Slytherin, Dumbledore was not aware of it - he was not omniscient and omnipotent, and was not as omnipotent as people imagined.

Snape spoke very quickly, without any of his usual procrastination, and repeated to Dumbledore everything he had heard from the Malfoys.

Dumbledore slowly opened a drawer and pulled out a jar.

The jar was full of cockroaches, crawling around huddled together.

When Snape saw the jar, his eyelids twitched slightly.

"Want a little cockroach pile, Severus?" Dumbledore pulled a cockroach from the jar.

The cockroach raised its two long antennae and struggled rapidly in the air with its six legs, trying to break free from Dumbledore's fingers.

Snape showed a look of extreme disgust, as if what Dumbledore was holding in his hand was not cockroach candy, but James Potter.

"If you eat less sweets, maybe your hard-working Potions professor won't find the time to brew a tooth-strengthening potion - he's tired enough waiting on those unlearned little trolls."

"I'm sorry, Severus."

After being rejected, Dumbledore sighed regretfully, stuffed the cockroach into his mouth, chewed it twice, and then showed a satisfied look.

"Life is already too bitter, so we need sweets to feel some rare sweetness—"

"Besides, the money for the tooth-health potion comes from the school board's funds, right?"

Snape pouted and reminded greasyly: "Let's focus on the notebook again, Dumbledore."

"Oh, speaking of notebooks... I know the original owner of that notebook." Dumbledore screwed up the jar containing the cockroaches and stuffed it back into the cabinet. "Cassandra Malfoy? Right? She should have been a seventh-year student when I entered Hogwarts... But I heard from my classmates that she didn't finish the sixth grade and went to study divination with the prophet Cassandra Trelawney - Sybil's great-great-grandmother. Later, for some unknown reason, Mr. Septimus Malfoy, the head of the Malfoy family at the time, published an announcement in the newspaper to remove her from the Malfoy family. Since then... I haven't heard anything about her since."

"Really?" Snape said sarcastically, "It seems that the Malfoy family really values ​​family..."

"None of this is important. What's important is this notebook, Severus." Dumbledore's half-moon glasses gleamed in the moonlight. "As far as I know, this should be an extremely advanced dark magic creation. If I'm not mistaken, the woman disguised as the so-called 'Merope' should be the young Voldemort."

"But..." Dumbledore frowned slightly: "Merope... I always feel like I've heard of this name somewhere?"

Snape did not interrupt Dumbledore's thoughts, but just sat there quietly.

Dumbledore thought for a long time, but couldn't remember who this 'Merope' was, so he put the name aside and spoke again: "If I'm not mistaken, Voldemort should have used some evil black magic to split his soul and hid part of it in that notebook."

"I'm afraid this is not the point, Mr. Headmaster." Professor Snape's signature sarcastic voice sounded again: "If I'm not mistaken, I think there should be two Voldemorts waiting for us, two."

"Yes, one is enough to give us a headache." Dumbledore sighed, "After the semester starts, I think you should conduct a thorough investigation of Slytherin House to prevent similar incidents from happening again."

"I will," Snape raised his eyelids, "At the same time, I also hope that the headmaster can take his eyes out of the honey jar to prevent them from becoming blurry after being soaked in sugar."

After Snape left the headmaster's office, Phineas Black's somewhat obscene voice came from the wall.

"If I were you, Albus, I wouldn't worry about Voldemort."

Dumbledore chose to ignore Headmaster Black. In his opinion, the Black family, who advocated "eternal purity", could not say anything good in this regard.

Phineas just said one sentence and then stopped talking. He sat leisurely on the sofa in the portrait with his legs crossed, still expecting Harry Potter to give Voldemort a little shock of ancient magic.

However, Snape took two steps out and returned to the headmaster's office.

"Anything else, Severus?" asked Dumbledore.

"I need to remind you, Headmaster." Professor Snape said slowly, "The parent doesn't know that I came to the Headmaster's office." "Don't worry, Severus." Dumbledore smiled gently, "After all, he is a Hogwarts trustee. I am willing to leave this respect to him."

……

Harry got out of bed early the next morning.

The habit of going to bed early and getting up early is a necessary quality for a little wizard, so as to maintain good health and energetic.

After stretching, Harry went downstairs in his slippers to wash up.

He went outside again, bought a bunch of food, and returned to the room.

Since there was a Pappy in the suitcase, Harry bought a lot of food, and Tom was a little worried that it would be wasted - but Harry assured him that he had eaten more recently due to his growth, so he could finish all of it.

"Time to eat, Pappy," he said, opening the suitcase.

"I feel like you're a poacher smuggling magical animals," Pabbie said mysteriously, "So, so, has anyone caught you smuggling unicorns?"

"No." Harry rolled his eyes: "I need to remind you that I am only an underage wizard and do not have the strength to subdue a unicorn by myself."

"Huh? So what?" Pappy asked.

"So it's the evil unicorn that's holding the poor first year students hostage."

Harry took the initiative and said, he took out a sandwich and stuffed it into Pappy's mouth who was still trying to speak.

"Eat your sandwich."

Pappy's mouth was blocked by the sandwich and the words he wanted to say were choked.

"What are your plans for today?" she asked curiously, swallowing her sandwich.

"I have to go to Gringotts in a while, so you have to stay here for a while." Harry said, "Once I finish my business at Gringotts, I can take you back to your uncle's house."

"Yeah!" Pappy cheered.

She had heard that Harry's uncle's house had gardens and lawns in front and behind - she hadn't eaten grass for a long time, so she should go there and have some.

After dinner, Harry put Pappy back into the box.

He drank the aging potion again and turned back into seventeen-year-old Harry.

However, what he didn't notice was that the suitcase was slightly arched.

After he left the room, the suitcase slowly closed.

In Gringotts, the goblins were still busy moving around.

Yesterday's minor incident did not affect the operation of Gringotts. After all, the goblins' crisis public relations were still very effective.

The moment Harry arrived at Gringotts, several goblins in suits and leather shoes immediately ran up to him.

"Dear Mr. Potter, this way please."

Harry nodded and followed them to the VIP lounge.

After a while, Bodrick and Scudder, the head of Gringotts, walked in.

"Good morning, Mr. Potter." They both saluted Harry.

"Hello." Harry bowed in return.

"This is what I mean, Mr. Potter." Scudder walked up to Harry, "Can I sit down?"

"Of course." Harry nodded.

Scudder breathed a sigh of relief, took out a piece of paper and placed it in front of Harry.

"After an urgent consultation among the Gringotts board of directors yesterday, in order to compensate Mr. Potter and Miss Grindelwald for their losses and to express our apologies to both of you, we have unanimously decided to offer you generous compensation."

Scudder raised his eyes and glanced at Harry secretly, and continued, "It should be admitted that this is indeed a loss caused by our poor storage, so the board of directors decided to transfer the position of director of the Hogwarts Board of Directors to Mr. Potter as compensation."

Harry was a little surprised to hear what Scudder said.

School director status?

You know what, a hundred years ago, he was actually quite envious of Cassandra because her father was the director of Hogwarts.

But he did not show any satisfaction or dissatisfaction. He just sat there with a normal expression and did not make any statement.

Seeing Harry's performance, the goblins looked at each other and their hearts sank.

They couldn't tell whether Mr. Porter in front of them was satisfied or not, so they came up with a second plan.

"In addition, the board of directors can propose some compensation in terms of alchemical materials, such as some scarce materials, such as ghost tears."

Ghost tears?

Harry didn't know what this thing could be used for. What he needed most at the moment were the Angel's Feather and the Basilisk Fang.

Originally, Vivi stored some angel feathers in the vault, but the alchemical materials that Gellert took away from the vault included angel feathers, which were important materials for rescuing Vivi.

In fact, Harry didn't care much about the money, and those antiques and other alchemical materials were also of no importance to him.

Only this angel's feather is what he needs most.

"Mr. Potter, are you satisfied with this plan?" Bodrick asked tentatively.

"Gringotts has a long history. I think it should have materials about the basilisk, right?" Harry asked casually.

Scudder breathed a sigh of relief.

"Indeed, there are some, but there are only some basilisk sloughs left. If Mr. Potter needs them..."

"I need some basilisk fangs, and some angel feathers," said Harry.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Potter, all the basilisk fangs were bought out fifty years ago." Scudder said regretfully, "As for the angel's feather... Gringotts doesn't have such a treasure."

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