Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 113 Malfoy Manor

In the afternoon, Harry went to Madam Malkin's robe shop again and bought a set of clothes suitable for the dinner party.

Pappy originally wanted to go with him and help him choose clothes, but considering his current ugly appearance, he gave up the idea.

It was almost four o'clock when Harry prepared to set off for Malfoy Manor.

Before leaving, Pabbie grabbed the corner of Harry's clothes.

"You must come back soon."

"Don't worry." Harry patted Pappy's head. "Although you are a unicorn and don't need... um... but it's still better to eat less to avoid indigestion."

"I know, Dad!" Pappy groaned and shook his head, "You really are like my dad, just as annoying."

Harry shook his head in a helpless manner. He and Pappy waved their hands, walked out the door, and Apparated away from the spot.

After Harry left, a faint white light suddenly flashed across Pabby's body.

The beautiful girl in Hufflepuff robes appeared there again.

"Fool..." she murmured, "How could a unicorn..."

Yes, but I am a ghost...

She looked sadly at the large bed of food in front of her.

Thank you, Harry...

But I can't taste them...

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As early as when Dobby returned to Malfoy Manor to report to Lucius, Lucius ordered all the house-elves in the manor to start preparing for the dinner.

Even though Harry was a first-year student, Lucius intended to take him seriously.

It didn't matter much, because Harry counted the Dark Mark on Draco's arm.

As for what Draco said, he didn't take it to heart.

The Harry Potter from a hundred years ago?

Lucius had no doubt that this silly boy of his had been fooled.

But etiquette always had to be in place, and at half past four, he, his wife Narcissa, and his son Draco stood at the gate of the manor waiting for Harry's arrival.

"Dad, will Pote have to wait a while before coming over..."

Before Draco could finish his words, he heard a hissing sound of air exploding in the air.

The air not far in front of them suddenly began to spin, and then Harry appeared in front of the family of three.

Lucius' pupils shrank when he saw Harry Apparate to the door of Malfoy Manor.

What the fuck is twelve years old?
As we all know, the spell of Apparition requires students who are at least seventeen years old to go through complicated learning before they can use it.

Even a considerable number of wizards are unable to Apparate, and are prone to the problem of splitting.

But this Harry in front of him——

You know, he was in the Leaky Cauldron! The Leaky Cauldron in London!
Malfoy Manor is located in Wiltshire, more than 100 kilometers away from London!
To teleport over such a long distance, not only extremely high skills are needed, but also surging magic power as support.

Of course, being the fence-sitter he is, Lucius smoothly accepted the fact that Harry was such a genius.

He actually figured it out. There must be something special about Mr. Savior.

"You must be Mr. Harry Potter?" Lucius thought, and stepped forward and held out his hand. "Lucius, Lucius Malfoy, it's a pleasure."

"Hello, Mr. Malfoy." Harry shook Lucius's hand and saluted to Narcissa. "Hello, Mrs. Malfoy."

"Hello, Mr. Potter," Narcissa returned the greeting.

"Draco, we meet again." Harry smiled at Draco again.

Draco showed an anxious look on his face. He really wanted Harry to explode as soon as possible.

"Potter...Harry." Draco inherited his father's smoothness perfectly, and the way he addressed him became more intimate.

Before he could finish, he was stopped by a warning look from his old father.

"Mr. Potter, please come in." Lucius extended his hand to invite Harry in.

Harry looked up and took in Malfoy Manor.

The estate is a stately manor house surrounded by carefully designed gardens with several fountains and free-roaming white peacocks.

It seems that this manor has not changed much in the past hundred years, and even has some minor decorations added, which does not live up to the reputation of the Malfoy family.

Walking into the mansion, the extremely luxurious decoration in front of you is very different from that of a hundred years ago. The luxurious furniture, marble fireplaces, gilded mirrors, and the floor covered completely with carpets all demonstrate the Malfoy family's style and financial strength.

Harry glanced at Lucius approvingly. This Mr. Malfoy... didn't seem to be a fool.

It seems that he has some good ways to make money.

Feeling Harry's gaze, Lucius was a little confused.

He felt very strange. The look in Harry's eyes just now... was not one of contempt, but it made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Speaking of which, it's more like praise, a kind of praise from an elder to a younger person?
Lucius shook his head, trying to get the strange feeling out of his mind.

He planned to eat first.

French cuisine was chosen for the dinner, which has always been the rule of the Malfoy family - Harry had once visited the Malfoy family a hundred years ago, and Mr. Septimus Malfoy treated him to French cuisine.

Since it was a small private dinner, the Malfoy family's long table was not extended. Under the guidance of the house elf, Harry sat on the right side of Lucius.

This is the rule of British dinner parties. Generally speaking, the first guest of honor should sit on the right hand side of the host, which makes it convenient for the two to talk about something, and the wife of the first guest of honor should sit on the right hand side of the hostess.

Of course, if the guest is invited by the hostess, the first guest of honor should sit next to the hostess.

Harry had no female companion with him, and in fact he could not have brought one even if he had wanted to.

First of all, Vivi is a portrait.

Secondly, Pappy is a unicorn.

Finally...if you choose Cassandra, she should be the grandmother here, the real hostess.

This damn seniority...

Lucius neither seemed overly enthusiastic nor distant, he struck a perfect distance.

Harry also enjoyed this feeling. To be honest, he didn't like being too familiar. He was pleased with Lucius's control of distance.

The topics of conversation were nothing more than things happening in Hogwarts and Gryffindor, and he also asked about the duel with Miss Farley in a roundabout way.

Harry's answer was flawless, totally unlike a first grader.

His speech and behavior were trained by Cassandra.

When Harry had nowhere to go during the summer vacation, Cassandra always recruited him to the Malfoy family in the name of "follower", and then Septimus Malfoy took him to various occasions.

Even a fool would learn it after watching for so long.

After the dessert came, the topic got back on track.

"Mr. Potter, I want to thank you again for helping Draco." Lucius said, "As a father, I don't want to see my child go astray." "You are too polite, Mr. Malfoy." Harry nodded slightly, "It's just a small favor."

Lucius was silent for a moment. Just as he was about to speak, Narcissa spoke impatiently.

"Mr. Potter, is there any way you can save my child?" Narcissa said anxiously, "I only have this one son, and I don't want him to be branded by a certain group..."

"This is a very deep Dark Arts curse, Mrs. Malfoy." Harry sighed.

"I know, I know--" Narcissa took a breath, "but my little dragon...Mr. Potter, if you can save him, the Malfoy family will be willing to pay any price!"

Before Harry could say anything, he heard Lucius sigh.

"What Sissy said also represents what I mean," said Lucius.

Although his wife's sudden words put him in a passive position.

But he was willing to stand with his wife.

It's not just for Xiaolong, but also for the couple to stick together.

Harry was slightly moved. Narcissa's love for Draco reminded him of his mother.

He could see that the Mrs. Malfoy in front of him loved her children as much as his mother did.

The most precious thing in this world is empathy.

He originally wanted to use this as a trade to win Lucius' support for the selection of school directors.

But the mother in front of him made him unable to bear doing so.

"I happened to have seen the antidote for this kind of thing in the books in the Hogwarts collection," Harry said. "Since the curse was planted not too late, I can still try to expel it."

Narcissa's face showed surprise when she heard Harry's words.

"Thank you, thank you, Mr. Potter," she said.

"Draco, hold out your hand." Harry held out his wand - not the holly one.

"Can...can I do this?" Draco swallowed.

In fact, he was willing to believe Harry, because he was firmly convinced that Harry was the legendary wizard from a hundred years ago.

But the problem is, he is now a little worried. What should he do if this mark really cannot be removed?

"Don't worry." Harry smiled gently and stretched out his wand to touch the Dark Mark.

Just then, Draco felt a sharp pain in his arm.

Not only Draco, but even Lucius' arm reacted.

Lucius' pupils shrank.

If he was 60% sure before, now he was 100% sure that the Dark Mark was planted by Voldemort.

He gritted his teeth secretly but remained expressionless.

"It hurts a little." Draco said through gritted teeth.

"It's normal to feel pain. Who told you to plant this thing?" Harry rolled his eyes, covered the tip of his wand with ancient magic, and tapped it on the snake's head.

The snake head suddenly opened its mouth and bit Harry's wand.

Harry pulled, and the entire snake was pulled out of his arm.

Then he did the same thing and tapped the skull again, and the skull was also pulled out.

Narcissa took Draco's arm and looked at it carefully, and found that his skin was as smooth as before, and there was no trace of the Dark Mark anymore.

The Dark Mark was exposed to the air, looking ferocious as if it was about to make some move.

As a result, Harry cast an emerald green spell, completely dispelling the shadow of the Dark Mark.

"What...what is that?" Lucius swallowed.

This……

Green spell?!

Silently casting spells, without the need for emotional preparation, can...

Merlin's pants...

"Oh, Mr. Malfoy, don't worry." Harry placed his wand in front of Lucius. "Why don't you try a flashback spell?"

Lucius took a deep breath, pulled out his wand from his pocket, and touched the tip of Harry's wand.

"Fluorescent...fluorescent flashing?!" He was a little surprised.

"Yes, the Dark Mark is theoretically a shadow. After it is torn off the arm, it can be dispelled with light." Harry said with a smile.

He did that on purpose just now, just to see Lucius's reaction.

Hmm...not bad, finally I see another expression of his.

As a Death Eater, Lucius had of course used the Avada Kedavra Curse.

But the problem is that the Harry in front of him is a first-year student!
Which first-year student can start with a silent Avatar? This is why he was shocked just now.

In fact, the reason why the Unforgivable Curse is unforgivable is not because it can control people's emotions.

Spells require strong emotional release, and using them too much can indeed make people despise life - but the problem is that this is far from being 'unforgivable'.

The "Unforgivable" in the Unforgivable Curse lies in the strong emotions required by the spell.

Just like what is called "subjective intent" in the criminal law, if you use a thunderbolt explosion to hit someone and kill them, it can be said to be an accidental injury - but then you release an Avada Kedavra, I want to see how you defend yourself?
If you don't want to kill someone, you can't successfully cast the Killing Curse.

"Phew." Harry breathed a sigh of relief and said to Lucius, "Luckily it's on time. If it was two months later, I'm afraid there would be nothing I could do."

Hearing this, Lucius couldn't help but press his left arm.

Ugh.

Forget it, as long as Xiaolong can get rid of control.

He smiled at Harry and said to him: "Thank you, Mr. Potter, you are the benefactor of the Malfoy family!"

"Yes, Mr. Potter." Narcissa also nodded: "If it weren't for Mr. Potter's help, I'm afraid the little dragon would..."

"That's nothing." Harry smiled politely.

Draco tapped the table, a sly smile also appearing on his face.

"Look, Dad, Mom, I told you that Harry is the legendary wizard from a hundred years ago - Harry Potter, and you still don't believe it! In my opinion, only a legendary wizard like that can remove the curse mark on my arm..."

"Draco!" Lucius scolded, then looked at Harry: "I'm sorry, Mr. Potter, Draco... is still a child, his thinking is a little jumpy."

Harry looked at Draco. He really didn't expect that this boy would believe what he said before.

But he didn't care. After all, with the bonus of the Philosopher's Stone, he was not afraid of ordinary wizards at all.

"But..." Lucius continued, "Even Dumbledore or the Dark Lord don't have such strength at your age - could it be true, as Draco said, that you are the one from a hundred years ago..."

(End of this chapter)