Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 114 Cassandra's Tears (Monthly Ticket 45005000 plus more)

The one from a hundred years ago?

That legendary wizard, Harry Potter?

Harry glanced at Draco and saw that he was looking at him with an expression of extreme expectation.

It's obvious that he's saying, just admit it, Pot, you are the wizard from a hundred years ago!

You see, my parents don’t trust me, so let’s shock them quickly.

Seeing him like this, Harry suddenly felt a sense of evil interest.

"How could that be?" Harry said with a grin, "I was just teasing Draco when I said that to him before."

"So that's how it is." Lucius showed a look of understanding. "I said that traveling through time is understandable, but changing from seventeen to eleven is absolutely impossible!"

It's not Lucius's fault for not believing it, it's just too bizarre to tell out loud.

Draco looked shocked, then looked at Harry with an accusing look.

Harry smiled wickedly at Draco, and in the eyes of Lucius and Narcissa, it was confirmed that Harry was just teasing the child.

But they didn't mind, after all, Harry saved Draco's future.

"By the way, I have some personal matters to attend to when I came to Malfoy Manor this time," Harry said suddenly.

"Please tell me. As long as my Malfoy family can help, we will do our best." Lucius leaned forward slightly and said firmly.

Harry pulled two pieces of paperwork from his wallet and handed them to Lucius.

"This is the clerk for Gringotts and the Lestrange family on the Hogwarts Board of Directors. Gringotts has transferred the position on the Board of Directors to me." Harry said in a brisk tone.

Lucius was shocked. He took the document and examined it carefully, and found that it was indeed authentic.

This……

This Potter, at such a young age, is so powerful?
He looked Harry over again, assessing him further.

Not only is he powerful, he also has a wide network of contacts, and he is also Dumbledore's golden boy...

Lucius admitted that he was a little shaken, maybe betting on him early was a good choice?

Following the principle of not asking what should not be asked, he said to Harry: "So Mr. Potter wants me to help you become a Hogwarts director?"

"No, it's my friend." Harry said easily, "I'm just a student. There's no point in joining the board of directors. It's better to let my friend be the board of directors temporarily."

"No problem." Lucius nodded and said, "As long as the documents exist, with the power of the Malfoy family, we will be able to successfully help Mr. Potter and your friend obtain seats on the school board."

"It's just..." Harry changed the subject: "Maybe my identity as a friend... is a bit troublesome."

"A bit troublesome?" Lucius smiled inwardly. No matter how troublesome an identity was, could it be as troublesome as that of a Death Eater?
"Don't worry, Mr. Potter," he said firmly, "May I ask who your friend is..."

"It's a unicorn," Harry said, shocking everyone present. "A unicorn in the Forbidden Forest."

"You mean - unicorn?" Lucius confirmed persistently.

"Yes." Harry nodded. "Is it difficult?"

"No, it's not difficult!" Lucius took a deep breath and forced a smile: "As long as he is Mr. Potter's friend, I am willing to support this unicorn..."

"Her name is Pappy, and she can talk." Harry said with a smile, "Don't worry, Mr. Malfoy, I will never make things difficult for you."

"Okay." Lucius nodded.

"But..." Lucius asked suspiciously, "Excuse my curiosity, Mr. Potter, isn't it said that unicorns only get close to women with the purest hearts? Why would she be friends with you?"

Harry sighed: "Because I was in detention in the Forbidden Forest at the time, and she happened to be attacked by Voldemort, who wanted to drink her blood to prolong his life - I repelled Voldemort and saved her, so we became friends."

Hearing Voldemort's name, everyone present was shocked again.

This name... no one dares to mention it.

Some people bring it up out of ignorance, others out of fearlessness.

And the Mr. Potter in front of him was obviously the latter.

As a director of Hogwarts, he naturally has sharp ears and eyes, and he knows more or less what happens in Hogwarts.

He defeated Voldemort at the end of the semester. He was not bragging when he said that he repelled Voldemort in the Forbidden Forest, because he really had the ability to do so.

"No wonder." Lucius sighed. He looked up at Draco, who looked a little admiring, and shook his head weakly.

Forget it.

If the gap between their children and others' is not that big, they might still push them forward.

But this gap is obviously so big that it makes people despair...

Lucius was tired of love.

After the banquet, Lucius was not in a hurry for Harry to leave, and of course Harry was not in a hurry either.

He asked Draco to take Harry for a walk around the manor.

Mr. Porter has never been to the manor, so he must fulfill his duties as a host.

Draco stood up and motioned for Harry to go out.

As they walked outside, Draco suddenly frowned.

"Harry, why don't you tell the truth to Mom and Dad!"

"What truth?" Harry laughed.

Seeing Harry's cheerful expression, as if he was teasing a child, Draco felt a little crazy.

"That's right - why don't you say that you are the Harry Potter from a hundred years ago!" Draco questioned.

"Guess." Harry said with a smile.

Draco's face twitched and he muttered, "Saint Potter!"

"Has anyone ever told you that you actually look a lot like your great aunt?" Harry said suddenly, "She called me that at the beginning, Saint Potter - let me think, it seemed to be in the second year."

"Can you tell me your story?" Draco was still a child and was immediately diverted from the topic.

In fact, he was quite interested in the experiences of legendary wizards - especially those related to his ancestors.

"There's not much to say, actually. I first met her on a train." Harry showed a look of nostalgia, "Just like when you first came to see me on the train. But to be honest, Cassandra's upbringing is much better than yours. She never attacks a person based on his personality or family background. At most, she would mock me for being lazy and arrogant..."

Draco opened his mouth, not knowing how to respond.

"Do you know why I beat you up back then?" Harry smiled evilly.

"Why?" Draco asked.

"Because I remembered her," said Harry. "You have the same last name and the same hair as her, but you are really annoying. My thought at the time was to teach you a lesson for her." "Well, I'm really sorry." Draco scratched his head.

"Yes, you should feel sorry." Harry snorted, "Your so-called pure-blood pride is very different from a hundred years ago - you know, the pure-blood pride that your great-aunt was proud of was to shoulder the responsibilities of pure-blood wizards and take care of Muggle wizards like me."

"Aren't you very strong? Why does she still..." Draco asked curiously.

"That was all a long time ago." Harry sighed. "Do you still have anything related to her at home? I miss her a lot..."

"I don't know." Draco shook his head and said, "No wonder you found out right away that Merope was not Cassandra after you used Legilimency. It turns out that you have such a good relationship."

"Okay?" Harry thought for a moment, "In fact, she has always disliked me."

"I don't think so, Harry," Draco said suddenly. "I think she must like you very much, otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?" Harry asked.

"I can't really explain it, it's just my intuition." Draco spread his hands.

Harry suddenly stopped and looked at Draco seriously.

"The reason I told you so much is that you are her junior, and I hope you can be like her, proud and principled, instead of just being proud. I hope you are not hopeless and wasted all my words today."

"I will, Harry," Draco said seriously. "You are a legendary wizard - I will listen to you."

"So," Harry asked, "you know Cassandra's father, right? Mr. Septimus Malfoy?"

"That's my great-great-grandfather," Draco replied. "You knew him, too?"

"This is not my first time to come to Malfoy Manor. The last time I came, the owner of the Malfoy family was Mr. Septimus Malfoy." Harry replied, "I heard that big families like yours will keep some portraits of their ancestors at home. Do you have a portrait of him at home? I want to talk to him."

Draco immediately became excited when he heard this.

Great! If I can meet my great-great-grandfather, then I can definitely prove Harry's identity!

see!
Must take him to see!
Thinking of this, Draco quickly said: "I know, he is in the room on the third floor, I will take you to see him."

After saying that, Draco turned and left.

Harry smiled. This impatient boy...

He followed Draco to a room on the third floor and pushed the door open.

Harry took out his wand and lit the lights in the room.

"I need to remind you that there are people sleeping here."

A familiar voice sounded, mellow and gentle.

"Mr Malfoy," Harry greeted.

When Harry's voice was heard, there was an obvious pause for a long time.

"This voice...sounds familiar?"

Harry walked forward and came face to face with Septimus, who was sitting in a chair.

Septimus was silent for a moment, and his eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Po Te!"

Harry made a nasal "tsk" sound and almost laughed out loud.

Well, it is indeed the Malfoy family. The pronunciation of this "Potter" is exactly the same...

It's no wonder Septimus didn't hear it at first. After all, the last time Harry came to visit the manor was the summer vacation of his fourth grade.

But the moment he saw Harry, Septimus recognized who the boy in front of him was!

"Potter! Well...you dare to come to Malfoy Manor?!" Mr. Septimus was obviously suppressing his anger, and his long platinum hair was even flying in the wind.

Draco lowered his head with a "whoa" look on his face.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Malfoy." Harry said somewhat unexpectedly, "I didn't expect you to remember me and even recognize me at a glance."

"Recognize you?" Septimus laughed with a toothache, "Potter, even if you turned into ashes, I would recognize you, you bastard! What kind of magic potion did you give Cath? She is like a possessed person, wanting to travel through time to find you!"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Malfoy." For the first time in his life, Harry did not retort. He was indeed in the wrong in this matter.

Because the person in front of him was none other than Mr. Septimus, a father who had lost his daughter.

"Sorry?!" Septimus smiled somewhat sadly: "Can this be ended with just an apology? I lost my daughter! My most beloved daughter! Now she may have died with that illusory goal!"

Harry opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer.

He could only lower his head and let Septimus scold him.

He didn't have any objections, which he deserved.

After a moment Septimus seemed to calm down a little.

"What comforts me is that at least you, a Muggle-born, are not completely ungrateful and still remember to come to Malfoy Manor to visit me."

Mr. Septimus snorted, his eyes full of dissatisfaction at seeing a wild boar eating his own cabbage.

"Uh, Mr. Septimus." Harry said suddenly, "In fact, I just found out that I am from the Potter family and not from the Muggle world."

You know what, when Harry said this, he could clearly see that Septimus's whole spirit and energy were different.

"Ha, you mean, you're a Potter boy?" Septimus stood up excitedly, walked back and forth, paced constantly, and muttered something.

He was not happy because Harry was "a member of the Potter family", but he was happy that Harry was not a Muggle-born but a pure-blood wizard.

This is a little consolation.

"This is a blessing in disguise, Pot." Mr. Septimus snorted coldly, "But this cannot erase your irresponsibility - after you and Lanlock died together, Cath seemed to be crazy. She first begged me to introduce her to the prophet Cassandra Trelawney to learn prophecy. She wanted to know your whereabouts through prophecy..."

"Oh, right." Septimus pointed behind the photo frame. "There's a letter Cath received behind the photo frame. At the time, she... well... never mind. You can read the letter yourself. If you still have a little bit of interest, I believe you can help me find Cath's whereabouts."

Harry was stunned for a moment, then he immediately used Transfiguration to conjure up a stool, stepped on it, and reached behind the photo frame.

Sure enough, he touched an envelope.

He took it out, opened the envelope, sat on the stool, and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from it.

The writing on the paper was obviously wet and a little blurry, but still legible.
Miss Malfoy:
I regret to inform you that you have been dismissed from my apprenticeship.

I'm sorry that I misjudged your divination potential, and I hope you can understand that even the most talented prophets can make mistakes occasionally.

At least now you can stop worrying about your stupidity and pursue more personal goals, such as weaving rugs.

Unfortunately, I don't know any carpet weavers and I don't have time to write you a recommendation.

Please, when you see this letter, return to Wiltshire as soon as possible.

Cassandra Trelawney
(Please give me a monthly ticket...)
(End of this chapter)