Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 118: Minor Trouble at the Ministry of Magic (Monthly Ticket 65007000 plus more)

While Dudley was downstairs, Harry finished writing his letter to Nicolas Flamel.

He considered the signature for a long time, and finally signed Vivi's name on the back.

Hi, I hope the old man won’t make a sharp explosion sound after seeing this.

Hmm... But judging from the fact that the old man Flamel's bones were as thin as cookies the last time I saw him, he shouldn't be able to make any sharp popping sounds.

What Harry didn't expect was that Dudley never came up again after he left.

He didn't pay much attention to it and didn't go downstairs until dinner time.

Before going downstairs, he did not forget to deliver the letter to Nicolas Flamel - he could only trouble Hedwig.

He also specifically told Hedwig that when it arrived at Flamel's house, she didn't have to fly back - he would bring it back when he went to France.

As for replying to the letter, he believed that Mr. Flamel would find a way.

Hedwig: Thank you for caring about me traveling across the ocean.

The dinner was quite sumptuous. Aunt Petunia's cooking skills were actually quite good. Otherwise... Uncle Vernon and Dudley wouldn't have been fed so fat.

Sometimes Harry thought that if Aunt Petunia opened a pig farm, she would make a lot of money.

Look, these two...

The meal was eaten in silence, and just when Harry thought the meal was about to end, Uncle Vernon suddenly spoke.

"Harry."

Harry was a little surprised; this was the first time Uncle Vernon had called him that.

He was usually called "boy", "freak", "Potter" and "Harry Potter", but this was the first time he called himself Harry.

"What's the matter?" he asked casually.

"Dudley told me about the potion," said Uncle Vernon, his face flushed, as if he was embarrassed to say the next sentence: "Do you think it really works? Of course I don't either... Well, anyway, does it really work?"

"It does work, uncle." Harry took out the bottle of glittering potion from his arms and placed it on the table: "Just add a little to the dishes, and the people who eat it will be very happy - do you want to try it?"

"Okay," Uncle Vernon nodded.

Harry pulled the cork out and poured a little into Uncle Vernon's glass.

Uncle Vernon took up his glass and drank it all.

After a moment, Uncle Vernon couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

“I feel very happy.”

He turned his head and looked at Harry with an indescribable look.

"To be honest, this is the first time in more than ten years that I like you so much. It feels like seeing Dudley..."

At this point, he realized something was wrong.

"Oh my god! It really works?!"

"Like I said." Harry shrugged.

"Thank you." Uncle Vernon reached out and patted Harry. "I owe you one, boy."

Harry smiled at Uncle Vernon.

On Harry's birthday, he even got a huge birthday cake at noon.

His little house was already filled with birthday presents from friends, as well as letters from Ron, anxiously asking him why he didn't come to visit their home. He had been waiting for a long time, and the whole family was looking forward to his arrival.

Harry wrote him a reply, telling him to come over that afternoon.

At lunch, Harry told his uncle and aunt that he would not eat at home in the evening - especially as his owl had left.

After receiving his uncle's hypocritical attempt to keep him, Harry shook his head to refuse.

Then he took Pappy, hailed a taxi, and arrived at the door of the Leaky Cauldron.

In the Leaky Cauldron, Ron sat there waiting.

When Ron saw Harry come in, he quickly put down the butterbeer in his hand and ran over.

"Harry! Happy birthday!" he said.

"Thank you, Ron." Harry patted his shoulder with a smile.

"Oh, we have to wait a moment." Ron glanced behind Harry, "My dad should be here for a while, then we can go home together."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the Leaky Cauldron was opened again.

A slightly thin middle-aged man walked in from outside. Harry noticed that he was a little bald, but the little hair he had left was as red as Ron's.

If nothing unexpected happens, he is Ron's father, Arthur Weasley.

He was wearing a green robe and looked dusty.

"Dad." Ron waved.

When Mr. Weasley saw Ron, he waved to him and walked over to his seat.

"Give me a beer!" he said loudly, slumped in his chair, took off his glasses, closed his eyes, and seemed exhausted.

"What a day it has been!" muttered Mr. Weasley. "The Aurors have failed in their duty, and we have to clean up after it -"

"What's wrong, Dad?" Ron asked. He introduced, "Dad, this is Harry, the Harry Potter I always told you about."

"Harry?" said Mr. Weasley blankly. "Which Harry?"

He looked around, saw Harry sitting inconspicuously nearby, and jumped up immediately.

"Oh my God, is that Harry Potter? I'm so glad to see you. Ron told us so much about you... Hello, I'm Arthur Weasley, Ron's father. Thank you for helping our Ron at school."

"Hello, Uncle Arthur, that's what I should do." Harry greeted with a smile, "I saw you were very busy just now, is there anything urgent?"

Mr. Weasley had an indescribable look on his face. He waved his hands and said, "Oh my God, there was a dark wizard who imprisoned several Muggles in Knockturn Alley. They were rescued by an unknown kind-hearted person. But the kind-hearted wizard forgot to erase the memories of these Muggles. After they got out, they took out advertisements in Muggle newspapers. This cost us a lot of effort... If nothing unexpected happens tonight, you see, we will have to go out to erase the memories of those Muggles..."

"What do Dark wizards do by imprisoning Muggles?" Ron asked curiously.

"You don't want to know, Ron." Mr. Weasley looked at Ron with a wise look, took the cold beer handed to him by the bartender, and took a big gulp.

"Ah..." He put down his glass: "This is life--"

"Then do you know who rescued those Muggles?" Ron asked again.

"I don't know. I heard that the Muggle Prime Minister has communicated with Fudge and forbade us to use Veritaserum on those Muggles." Mr. Weasley sighed, "But he is right. After all, those people have been tortured once. If we use Veritaserum on them again... it would be a bit inhumane."

"It's hard for us." Mr. Weasley took another sip of beer and said to Harry, "I remember Ron said it was your birthday today. Happy birthday, Harry."

"Thank you, Uncle Arthur." Harry was polite and well-behaved. Mr. Weasley sighed in his heart, this child... is really good, he really looks like his mother.

"So I heard you've been living in the Muggle world?" Mr. Weasley asked again, "Then can you tell me what the rubber duck is for?"

"Actually, it's a toy that Muggle children play with in the bath. It doesn't have any other uses." Harry described it: "When you press it, it makes a sound. Children like it very much."

"Oh! So that's how it is!" Mr. Weasley suddenly realized. The mystery that had been bothering him was finally solved.

He added, "I will take you home in a while. I still have to go back to the ministry to deal with the trouble. It's really... tiring."

Then he said to Harry again, "It's okay, Harry. Come home just like you're home. Don't be restrained. Your Aunt Molly is always talking about you. Especially Ron said that you're coming back today, so she prepared a lot of delicious food for you."

"Really?" Harry asked happily.

"Of course." Mr. Weasley took a breath and said to them, "I'll take you back after I rest for a while."

Mr. Weasley finished speaking, leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. Ron poked Harry in the ribs and whispered, "Maybe he fell asleep."

As soon as he finished speaking, snoring sounds began.

"Mr. Weasley is already very tired." Harry patted Ron, "We'd better not disturb him. He will wake up on his own in a while."

He felt a little guilty when he said this, because he was the one who didn't erase the Muggle's memory.

It would be fine if someone else was implicated, but the main thing is that this Mr. Weasley... is the descendant of his good buddy Gareth, and the father of his good buddy Ron.

This generation... well, it’s a bit confusing.

"If I knew who that man was, I would make him pay!" Ron was still a little indignant. He was not doing this for anything else, but for his old father who had fainted from exhaustion. "Just wait and see, Harry!"

"Um...yeah." Harry turned his head away, feeling very guilty.

"What are you doing?" Ron patted Harry's shoulder: "That person is not you."

No, Harry thought, that's me.

Eh?
No, he thought about it. His previous alias in Knockturn Alley was "Sebastian It's none of your fucking business". So what does what Sebastian did have to do with him, Harry Potter?

Thinking of this, Harry felt a little less guilty.

After a while, Mr. Weasley snored, as if he was choking and woke himself up.

He chewed his lips sleepily and asked, "How long have I slept?"

"Half an hour," said Ron.

Mr. Weasley rubbed his face with his hands and yawned.

"Wait till I wake up," said Mr. Weasley. "I'll Apparate you two home in a moment - oh, I forgot to drive today, otherwise I would have let Harry see our car..."

"I remember Mr. Granger seemed very interested in flying cars." Harry looked at Ron and said, "At Christmas, when we were at Hermione's house, Ron and Mr. Granger talked about your car, the flying car."

"Really? Haha!" Mr. Weasley said proudly, "I put a lot of effort into modifying it - you mean Mr. Granger, right? Hermione's father? I remember Ron often told me that there was a little girl named Hermione who had a good relationship with you guys?"

"Yes, we are members of the Dueling Hut." Harry said with a smile.

"I've heard about your dueling organization, Harry." Mr. Weasley patted Harry's arm. "If you don't mind, you can bring Fred and George. Those two guys have unlimited energy every day. It's better to let them spend it practicing dueling than playing tricks on people in school."

"Sure." Harry did not refuse Mr. Weasley's request.

"Okay," Mr. Weasley stood up, "You two come with me to the door and I'll Apparate you."

A moment later, the three of them appeared at the Weasley's door.

As soon as Ron landed, he vomited all the butterbeer he had just drunk on the ground.

"No matter how many times, I don't like this feeling," Ron groaned.

"Just go in and drink some water." Mr. Weasley patted Ron on the back, trying to make him feel better.

Harry raised his head and looked towards Ron's house.

To be honest, Ron's house was very simple - it seemed to have been a large stone pigsty, and later some rooms were added here and there, stacking it up to several stories high, crooked and as if it was built by magic.

Harry swore that if it hadn't been for magic, the house would have collapsed long ago.

There are four or five chimneys on the red roof, and a sign with the words "Humble Dwelling" written on it is stuck diagonally in front of the house.

There were some high-top leather boots and a rusty crucible thrown next to the gate. A few fat brown chickens were pecking at food in the yard, looking very comfortable.

"Not so good, is it?" Ron turned his head away embarrassedly, his ears turning red.

"It's great." Harry sincerely put his arm around Ron's shoulders. "I mean, it feels like home. It looks very warm."

"Really?" Ron finally smiled. "I think so too - although it's a little shabby, it's indeed a warm home."

"Okay, kids." Mr. Weasley sighed, "I won't attend the party tonight. I have to go back to the Ministry. Oh my God..."

"Be safe, Uncle Arthur," Harry said politely.

"Thank you, Harry." Mr. Weasley said this and disappeared on the spot.

Ron waved his hand towards where Mr. Weasley disappeared and said to Harry, "Come on, let's go inside first..."

"Wait, I brought a friend with me." Harry said, opening his wallet and letting Pappy out.

As soon as Papi came into contact with the sunlight, he let out a hissing sound, and then jumped twice happily.

"Oh my god, you actually brought the unicorn out?!" Ron pointed at Pappy, his expression unable to hide his shock.

He really didn't expect that his good friend was so brave that he dared to smuggle unicorns!

"Relax, we are all friends." Harry patted Pappy's waist.

Before Ron could say anything, he saw an owl flying over from the distant sky.

"Whose owl?" Ron asked, looking up.

Soon, the owl gave him the answer.

The owl flew to Harry and threw a gorgeous-looking envelope in front of him.

"Oh, it's your letter."

Ron bent down to pick it up for Harry, looking at the letter and then at Harry.

"Nicholas Flamel?! Harry, you actually know Nicolas Flamel? He actually wrote to you?"

Harry's heart skipped a beat when he heard this.

Nicolas Flamel?

How did he know that I wrote that letter?
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(End of this chapter)