Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 119 Give him face and call him the Ministry of Magic, don’t give him face… (Additional update by leader babium)

Before Harry could open the letter, another owl fluttered over.

The envelope above was very official and had the seal of the Ministry of Magic on it.

"It's a letter from the Ministry of Magic, Harry." Ron said with a look of horror, "Did you use a spell at home? Oh my God..."

"It was just a few spells." Harry sighed. He thought he wouldn't be discovered if he didn't use the wand.

He opened the letter and read:

Mr. Porter:
We have received reports that since the holidays you have been using Apparition and Silencing Charms at 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, and have been recommending magical products to Muggles.

As you know, underage wizards are not allowed to use magic outside of school, and are not allowed to add potions such as ecstasy to Muggles' food. If you do this again, you may be expelled from the school (Act on the Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards, 1875, Section 3).

Also remember that according to Section 13 of the International Confederation of Wizards' Statute of Secrecy, any magical activity that might attract the attention of non-magical members of the world (Muggles) is a serious offense.

Considering that you are only a freshman and this is a first-time offender, our company is only sending you a letter to inform you.

Have a nice summer!
Mafalda Hopkirk
Ministry of Magic: Misuse of Magic Department

"How many laws have you violated?" Ron was watching from the side, stunned by the shock.

"I don't know," Harry folded the letter into a paper airplane and threw it out indifferently. "I think Hermione's guess should be correct. The Ministry of Magic is only monitoring one area - 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging. I am the only wizard there, so they will judge that I am using the spell."

In fact, we can use the process of elimination to unravel the mystery. After all, Harry did not use a wand when he performed spells in Little Whinging, which means that the Ministry of Magic is monitoring more than just the wand itself.

When Harry was in Knockturn Alley, he used a few harmless curses that could have gotten him thrown into Azkaban, but the Ministry of Magic didn't monitor them. This just goes to show that the Ministry of Magic cannot monitor a specific person in areas where wizards gather.

"No wonder Dad sometimes takes us to practice some spells. So this is the reason." Ron said with sudden enlightenment.

He looked up and saw Harry throwing the paper airplane, and asked worriedly, "Then... if you handle the Ministry of Magic's official letter in this way, will it be..."

"Don't worry." Harry stretched out his hand to make a canopy and watched the paper plane fly away. "It's just the Ministry of Magic. He won't put me in Azkaban——"

But he was still thinking that it was better to have less trouble now. After all, saving Vivi and Cassandra was the most important thing, so it was better not to be entangled in such mundane matters.

Sometimes he wondered how nice it would be if they could swap places.

How great would it be if he went to Hogwarts first? Once he entered the wizarding world, he would be known to the world, everyone would be vying to shake his hand, and he would have money to buy a lot of snacks on the train to share with his friends - and he could even show off his skills in Quidditch.

No matter what mistakes he made, his friends would be punished together with him. If he was unhappy, he could go to Hagrid's hut to complain. The tall friend always tolerated him in his own way.

But what about him who went to school a hundred years ago?
He had no relatives or friends around him, and he was penniless. He was very cautious in the wizarding world, fearing that he might say something wrong and upset others, and be expelled from school.

If it weren't for the help of Professor Weasley and Gareth, he might have continued to be autistic.

The days a hundred years ago...it’s better not to mention them.

Although he was reluctant to admit it, apart from the Weasley family a hundred years ago and the two Slytherin bad friends, Cassandra was really one of the few sunshine he felt - of course there was also Vivi who transferred to Hogwarts in the fifth grade.

So after receiving the notice, Harry did not intend to have any conflict with the Ministry of Magic - nothing was more important than saving the two girls, so he decided to deal with everything later.

Uh...but judging by the personalities of these two girls, they might not take the Ministry of Magic seriously.

After all, one is the sister of a legendary dark wizard, and as a wizard who can cast any spell at a glance, she might even be stronger than her brother; and the other one's father was the actual controller of the Ministry of Magic back then.

Harry opened another letter from Mr. Flamel, which read:

【Dear Sir,

I'm very happy to receive your letter. I haven't seen you for a long time. It's worth mentioning that your handwriting is still so ugly.

Albus has explained your situation to me in detail, and considering my recent schedule, I would like to expect you on August 16th.

If you have any news, please reply by owl, I will be very happy.

Nicolas Flamel's letter to Harry Potter, 29 Juillet 1992]

Harry glanced at the owl still standing nearby, took out a pen and paper, wrote a new letter to Nicolas Flamel, and asked the owl to take it back for him.

When he sent the owl away, he found Ron was already playing with goblins in the field.

The little creatures looked like potatoes and screamed when they were picked up, shouting "Let me go".

Ron swung his arm around like a Chaser throwing a Quaffle and hurled the goblin away.

"Nice pitching ability, Ron." Harry praised loudly, "It seems you can make a qualified chaser."

"Hey, if you've finished writing the letter, come over and help!" Ron said loudly.

As soon as he finished speaking, he was hit on the head by his mother.

"Ron! Harry is a guest, how can you let him work with you!"

After saying that, Mrs. Weasley's expression changed at the speed of light: "Oh, my dear Harry, I'm so glad you can come to our home - happy birthday."

"Thank you, Aunt Molly." Harry smiled and nodded, walked in and said, "I'll help Ron - after all, there are too many gnomes in this garden, he can't finish them all by himself... By the way, where are Fred and George?"

"I wonder where they've gone to have fun," Mrs. Weasley said with her hands on her hips, sighing, "These two funny guys, I never know where they'll go..."

Just as Harry walked over to Ron and wanted to help him pull out the goblin, he heard a whistle coming from the distant sky.

"Fred! George!"

A roar erupted beside him.

Harry turned his head to look, then turned back anxiously.

That's horrible, Aunt Molly...

"Haha, the two of them stole Dad's car and were caught by Mom." Ron said gloatingly.

It wasn't him who made the mistake, so Ron could just enjoy watching the show.

Fortunately, Ron had been performing well recently and had good test scores, so Mrs. Weasley did not direct her anger at Ron.

Come to think of it, this youngest son won 50 points for the college at the end of the year!

After scolding for a while, Mrs. Weasley went into the house and began to prepare dinner.

After their mother left, Fred and George threw away their humble and submissive appearance and immediately started a new round of fun. "Hey, Harry." Fred and George came forward one after the other, "I forgot to tell you that we invented a little thing a few days ago - here, try this candy."

Harry took the candy from Fred and asked curiously, "What is this?"

"We call it the quick-acting candy for skipping classes," Fred whispered. "After you eat it, you'll have a constant nosebleed - of course, the nosebleed is fake and won't harm the body of the person who eats it. I think if you can sell this stuff to your cousin's school, you'll definitely make a lot of money, right?"

"It's a pity, Fred." Harry sighed, "I sent some snacks from the wizarding world to my cousin a few days ago, and I received a letter of warning from the Ministry of Magic."

"I'll testify." Ron chimed in, "For now it's just a warning. If there's a next time, Harry will have to report to Azkaban."

"Oh, it seems there is such a rule." Fred shrugged.

George put his arm around Fred's shoulders and said with a smile, "But it's okay, we can also sell it to other students—"

"Just think about it," they both said in unison. "If there was a candy you could buy for just two Sickles that would let you escape Professor Snape's Potions class..."

"I want it all."

Ron said without hesitation, searching his pockets and finding only a Sickle and ten copper Knuts.

"How about, as our first business, you sell it to me at a low price?" Ron asked tentatively.

"Two Sickles," Fred and George said at the same time, not wanting to give Ron any chance to bargain.

"Come on, I'm your brother!" Ron said angrily, "Is money all you care about?"

"Well said, Ron, well said," they said together. "Four Sickles."

Harry almost died of laughter at the antics of these three funny brothers. He could see that Fred and George were definitely Ron's biological brothers, otherwise they wouldn't tease their younger brother like that.

The brothers laughed and joked, and finally Fred and George took away all of Ron's savings and gave him several pieces of quick-acting skipping candy.

"You can help us sell, Ronnie, baby." George whispered in Ron's ear, "The brothers will give you some commission as a reward, what do you think?"

"Deal!" Ron was afraid that if he agreed too late, his two brothers would go back on their word.

"It's settled then," said Fred and George, very satisfied.

They were in the garden, playing with the gnomes and chatting about random things.

The conversation started from the Dursleys' and continued on to the Weasleys', and ended with Mrs. Weasley inviting them to dinner.

"I actually have another friend." Harry suddenly remembered Pappy and let her out with his wallet.

After seeing Papi, everyone present gasped.

"Oh my goodness, Harry," said Fred and George. "You know what? We thought you were the Lion King because of your strength - but now we really mean it, because you dared to bring a unicorn out of the Forbidden Forest!"

"If it weren't for the meal, I would have really forgotten about Pappy." Harry said with a smile, calling Pappy: "Pappy, can we have some food together?"

"I'm not hungry yet," Pappy said sheepishly, "I ate all the snacks you bought while I was in your wallet."

"You're such a big eater..." Fred was shocked. "My God, I never knew unicorns eat human food."

"Maybe I'm special." Pappy nudged Harry's shoulder: "Are you guys going to eat?"

"Well, but it looks like you don't need to take this one." Harry stretched out his hand and pinched Pappy's neck. "I'll take you to meet Aunt Molly and the others first..."

"Hello." Pappy said cheerfully.

When she walked in the door, she saw Harry leading a horse, Mrs. Weasley hadn't realized what was happening yet.

But when she looked more closely, Mrs. Weasley saw the horns on Pappy's head.

"This...is this a unicorn?!" Mrs. Weasley asked in shock.

Percy, who was sitting at the table reading a book, dropped the book on the table with a thud.

"Yes, this is my friend, Pappy." Harry put his arm around Pappy's neck and began to introduce them to everyone.

Pappy is very sweet-talker and good at pretending to be young. She calls Mrs. Weasley "Aunt Molly" all the time and makes her very happy.

Harry's eyelids twitched. You said you are over a hundred years old...

After getting to know each other, everyone sat down together, including Pappy, who couldn't resist Mrs. Weasley's enthusiastic greeting and stood at the table, next to Harry.

Just after we sat down, Mr. Weasley came back from outside, exhausted.

"Looks like I'm back just in time?" Mr. Weasley was holding a big cream cake in his hand: "Here, this is for you, Harry - um? Unicorn?"

Harry said quickly: "Thank you, Uncle Arthur - this is Pappy, my friend."

"Hello, Uncle Arthur." Pappy shook his head.

"you're good too."

Mr. Weasley greeted Pappy, walked to the table, put the cake on the table, and saw his twin sons looking dejected. He smiled and asked, "What's the matter? Fred, George - why are you two so dejected?"

"Yes, Arthur, they both drove the car!"

It would have been better if she hadn't mentioned it. As soon as she did, Mrs. Weasley's eyes began to blaze with anger. "Just imagine, a wizard buys a rusty old car and tells his wife that he just wants to take it apart and take a look at the internal structure, but in fact he uses magic to turn it into a flying car -"

"Oh, don't worry, dear. There are actually loopholes in the law. As long as you don't actually fly in it, you won't break any laws." Mr. Weasley said casually.

"But in fact! At noon today! Your two sons flew up in this car!" Mrs. Weasley said angrily.

"Really?" Mr. Weasley had a smug smile on his face, and he quickly asked his two sons: "How does it fly?"

Mrs. Weasley rapped the table sharply.

"This is wrong, boys, very, very wrong—" Mr. Weasley corrected himself hastily.

"Dad, why are you back so late?" Fred tried to change the subject: "Didn't they say that the Muggle issue is over?"

"It's not over yet." Mr. Weasley sighed, "Things seem to be getting more and more troublesome. The Muggle Aurors said that a murder occurred on a cruise ship from London to New York. All the Muggles on board were killed. It is said that something called 'surveillance' showed that it was done by a girl with black hair and red eyes."

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(End of this chapter)