Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 116 Papi: Sleep together?
With such doubts, Lucius followed Draco half-believingly to the room where Septimus' portrait hung.

It's no wonder that he was skeptical. After all, the other party was his ancestor and someone who had seen Potter.

What's more, my great-grandfather had some influence in the wizarding world back then, so he must be well-informed.

Hey, what influence does Great Grandfather have? His influence in Britain is just slightly greater than Voldemort's.

When he entered the room, he saw Draco eagerly approaching the portrait of Septimus.

"Don't bother me unless it's important." Septimus was obviously in a bad mood after waking up.

"Great-grandfather, great-grandfather." Draco ran over happily and said to Septimus, "My parents don't believe that the Harry is the Harry from a hundred years ago. Please help me prove that he is the Harry..."

Septimus looked at the silly child in front of him with difficulty.

Even without Harry's previous agreement, Septimus, whose sleep was disturbed, did not want to tell him.

Portraits also need to sleep!
The two combined, Septimus revealed a very dangerous smile.

"Lucius." He looked at Lucius behind Draco.

"Great-grandfather." Lucius bowed quickly to greet him.

"I have no doubts about your ability to manage money, Lucius." Septimus glanced at Draco: "But now that I see your son, I begin to doubt your ability to educate children-"

Hearing this, Lucius looked at Draco with a very bloodthirsty look.

Draco swallowed in horror.

No, great-great-grandfather, why don't you tell the truth? !

In his mind he turned into a groundhog and screamed.

He turned around and tried to escape, but found that his mother had blocked his way out.

"Great-grandfather, you are right." Narcissa took over the conversation, "I also think that appropriate retro education is more suitable for the physique of children nowadays. Blindly emphasizing humanization is not suitable for the healthy physical and mental growth of children."

Under Draco's desperate eyes, he was dragged out of the room by Lucius and Narcissa, each holding one of his arms.

Soon, bursts of screams were heard from the Malfoy mansion, startling a flock of crows and causing them to fly away.

Harry foresaw the suffering Draco was about to endure, but he was happy.

Perhaps he inherited some of this from James. He actually has quite a bad taste.

He also learned a more important clue from the Malfoy family.

Although the Malfoy family did not have angel feathers and basilisk fangs, Lucius pointed out a clear way for him - perhaps he could try his luck at the home of the legendary French alchemist Nicolas Flamel.

Nico, Nico is so familiar.

He and Vivi had been guests at Nico's house before, and Vivi's parents were close friends of Nick regardless of age difference.

Yes, when Vivi’s father was little, the Nicoles held him in their arms.

In terms of seniority and age, it seems that there are few people in the magic world who can rival Nick and his wife.

Considering that it was quite late, and to show respect to the old man, Harry decided to write a letter to Nick first, and then set off to Nick's house after receiving his reply.

Apparition can be used over long distances. Harry was able to use Apparition to reach Hogsmeade from London, spanning almost the entire country.

Now with the added benefit of the Philosopher's Stone, his understanding of this spell has reached a new level.

For some spells, magic strength means that bigger is better, more is beautiful, and as long as you have great strength and can fly bricks, you're done.

When we returned to the Leaky Cauldron, the bar was still open.

Harry greeted Tom, shook hands with a few enthusiastic wizards, and walked up the stairs.

In the middle of the room, Pabby was lying on Harry's bed with his legs spread out, covered with a quilt, and looked like he was sleeping soundly.

Hearing Harry open the door, Pappy lazily opened one eye.

"Pappy," Harry greeted, "I'm back!"

"Oh." Pappy sniffed, "I smell it. You must have eaten something good, right? You must have eaten something good, right? Did you bring me anything delicious?"

Harry reached out and rubbed Pappy's head, and said with a smile: "It's not polite to bring food out from someone else's house. I'll buy you something delicious tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay, okay." Pabbie murmured a few words, squinting his eyes and enjoying Harry's touch.

After a while, she seemed to remember something and said, "By the way, don't buy the coffee flavor. I don't like the bitter taste. I like sweet ones."

"Okay, okay." Harry said with a smile, "You can eat whatever flavor you want, here -"

He took out a piece of chocolate from his bag and handed it to Pappy, "This is milk chocolate, sweet, try it."

Pappy looked at the chocolate in front of him suspiciously, then opened his mouth and ate it.

After a while, she smiled and said, "Hey, it really is."

"Just eat half a piece," Harry pulled his hand back, "Don't eat too much, or you might not be able to sleep at night."

"Don't worry, Harry." Pappy shook his head.

"Well, I'm going to France soon," Harry said to Pappy. "Do you want to come with me?"

"Great, let's go to France!" Pappy cheered, "There are so many delicious foods in France. I like French food the best——"

Harry gave her an ok sign.

"Then go to bed. We have to get up early tomorrow morning." Harry said, opening the suitcase. "Come in and go to bed. Let's go back to your uncle's house tomorrow, and then I'll ask Hedwig to write a letter to Mr. Flamel."

"I don't want to go in." Pabbie said, shaking his head.

Harry raised his eyebrows and said helplessly: "Well, since you don't want to go in, forget it, just sleep outside."

Pappy cheered again, jumped onto the bed, and patted the quilt with his hoof: "Come up, Harry, sister will take you to sleep--"

"I'm not a child anymore." Harry couldn't help laughing.

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry at Pabby's recklessness. Fortunately, she was a unicorn, otherwise if Vivi or Cassandra knew...

Huh? Why do I think so? He muttered to himself.

In the middle of the night, Harry vaguely felt as if a big sister in Hufflepuff robes was lying next to him.

He opened his eyes and found Pappy dozing off on the bed.

Oh, now I remember, horses sleep standing up...

He didn't take it too seriously, turned over and quickly fell asleep.

Pappy, who was standing, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him turn over and fall asleep. Early the next morning, Harry felt heavy, as if some unbearable weight of life was pressing on him.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Papi's head resting on his chest. He seemed to be dreaming about eating something delicious, and his mouth was still chewing.

"Pappy..."

He has difficulty breathing.

Do you know how much damage a horse's head that big would cause to a twelve-year-old child?
"Huh?" Pappy grunted as she stood up. She noticed that Harry was having difficulty breathing and nudged his chest with a smile.

"Okay, okay, wash up first - come, I'll help you brush your teeth first." Harry said.

What surprised him was that even though Pappy had been in the forest for so long, his teeth were still as white as snow.

I envy such good teeth, he thought to himself.

"Are my teeth very old?" Pappy said incoherently as Harry pinched his mouth.

"White." Harry brushed the toothbrush up and down, and then fed Pappy a small basin of water, "Rinse your mouth."

Pabbie spit out the water obediently, but it landed on Harry's face.

"Haha." She laughed happily.

Harry wiped his face helplessly and put the towel down.

"Have breakfast first, and then go back to your uncle's house - you can stay in my purse for a while."

"Wallet?" Pappy stretched his head. "What wallet?"

"Compensation from Gringotts," Harry answered truthfully. "They gave me compensation. After all, the property left behind by Vivi was lost due to their poor supervision."

"Huh? Is there such a thing?" Pabbie asked curiously.

"You'll know when Vivi comes back." Harry patted Pappy's head. "When he goes to Austria-Hungary... to Austria to settle accounts with Gellert, I will take you with me and stand on the front line."

"Then you must never forget, I love witnessing this kind of scene the most." Pabbie said softly.

Harry agreed promptly. Of course, he couldn't forget his good friends when doing such an interesting thing.

"But, Harry," Pappy said suddenly, "since you said Gringotts would cover the cost of finding the materials, then if you find alchemical materials in France, remember to let Gringotts pay for it..."

Harry realized this immediately after Pabbie said this.

"You're right, Pappy." Harry nodded seriously, "I think this idea is indeed very feasible."

After a quick breakfast at the Leaky Cauldron and settling the room bill for the past two days, Harry Apparated back to the Dursleys' house.

It was an early morning and the Dursleys were having breakfast.

Uncle Vernon had a cigarette in one hand and The Guardian in the other.

As "a man who believes he should run the country", Uncle Vernon is extremely enthusiastic about The Guardian.

"I want some more bacon," said Dudley. "I'm hungry, Mum."

"There's plenty in the frying pan, baby," Aunt Petunia said to her big son with tears in her eyes, "We have to make the best use of time to fatten you up... The school meals make me uncomfortable..."

Before he could finish his words, Harry appeared in the kitchen, spinning.

The family of three was stunned for a moment, and Petunia and Vernon screamed in unison.

"I think I've made you feel even worse." Dudley dropped the fork in his hand onto the table. He quickly reacted and raised his hand to greet Harry, "Hi, hello Harry."

"Hello, cousin." Harry pulled a stool over and stretched his head to look into the frying pan. "Ah, and bacon. I think I should eat some more."

Dudley smirked at him.

You know what, after not seeing Harry for a year, he really missed his cousin - especially the chocolate frogs and cauldron cakes his cousin brought out. Whenever he thought of these two snacks, Dudley felt tears streaming from the corners of his mouth.

Harry was not at all shy. He had barely eaten a bite of food in the guest room that morning because the breakfast at the Leaky Cauldron was truly terrible.

Seeing that Papi was eating with great relish, he stuffed all his breakfast into Papi's hands.

Pappy also accepted everything and would eat as long as Harry fed him. Harry looked at Pappy with some worry, thinking that eating so much... would it have any adverse effects on his body?
"I seem to have warned you in the letter!" Uncle Vernon's face flushed, and he slammed the table: "In this house! That kind of trick is not allowed!"

"Oh, uncle, hello." Harry seemed not to hear what Uncle Vernon said, and looked at his aunt again: "Hello, aunt, you seem to be several years younger."

He was not kidding. In fact, the effects of beauty potions in the wizarding world were countless times better than beauty products in the Muggle world.

The effect is immediate. No matter it is pigmented freckles or anything else, just use the beauty magic potion and the problem will be solved immediately.

After hearing what Harry said, his aunt's expression softened a lot.

"Here are some goodies for you, aunt." Harry took out a dozen beauty potions from his wallet. "I saw that you seemed to like this kind of... um, medicine very much, so I brought you some before I left."

He tried his best to avoid using words related to magic in his words. As the saying goes, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. Harry was a Muggle in his aunt's house and a wizard in the magical world, so he was very open-minded.

"Thank you," Aunt Petunia forced a smile.

You know what, Uncle Vernon's attitude changed when he saw Harry bringing something for Aunt Petunia, especially a beauty potion that made Aunt Petunia look radiant and obviously several years younger.

He snorted, sat on the chair, and said grumblingly: "Use your tricks... Don't let the neighbors find out, or I will never let you go!"

"This is a gift for you, uncle." Harry took out a lighter, "I bought it at Harrods before."

Harry specifically mentioned Harold just to put his uncle at ease.

Look, this is a Muggle product, not some gimmicky gadget from the wizarding world.

Sure enough, after hearing about Harrods, Uncle Vernon's expression softened.

As we all know, Harrods is a department store that sells luxury goods. Harry bought him a gift from there, which obviously showed his respect for him.

He took the lighter and muttered a barely perceptible thank you.

Harry smiled at him and took a strip of bacon from Dudley's plate.

"You didn't bring me a gift!" Dudley was a little unhappy.

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia looked at Dudley in surprise. They really didn't expect that someone could take food from baby Daddy's plate and let baby Daddy remain calm.

"Oh, my dear cousin." Harry said in a greasy, drawling tone, "Of course I have brought you a gift, but - please allow your poor cousin to eat a little food, he hasn't had breakfast yet."

Aunt Petunia looked as if she had seen a ghost.

This nephew, I haven’t seen for a year, why does he speak so much like that greasy little bat?

(End of this chapter)