Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 120 Lucius Discovers the Truth
The girl with black hair and red eyes?
Almost instantly, Harry remembered the Merope in Draco's memory.

According to Lucius, the one on Draco's arm should be Voldemort's unique Dark Mark.

So from this we can know that the so-called "Merope" is Voldemort himself.

Harry couldn't help but feel nauseous at the thought.

You said that you, Voldemort, the Dark Lord, actually disguised yourself as a girl to deceive people?

It really is... there is no bottom line!

but……

He thought of what the Muggles called "black-haired, red-eyed youth"...

Could it be that this is the male version of Voldemort?
Harry thought it was most likely him...but why was he killing people on a cruise ship?
"It seems that Muggle technology should not be underestimated," Arthur continued, "Like that 'surveillance', it can actually clearly record the entire process of an event, and even record the sound... Harry, you come from the Muggle world, you should know what this thing is used for, right?"

"I'm sorry, Uncle Arthur." Harry sighed, "I haven't seen this thing either... It seems to be a very high-end and expensive thing."

"Really?" Mr. Weasley nodded in understanding. "No wonder... I think we should also make a batch of these things and think about them carefully..."

"Arthur!" Mrs. Weasley glared at him. "Don't forget which department you work in!"

"The Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department—" the five Weasley children said in unison.

"Okay, okay." Mr. Weasley sighed: "I do work in this department, but taking the strengths of Muggles to make up for the shortcomings of the wizarding world does not seem to be abusing Muggle items..."

"Let's wait until you become Minister of Magic," Percy muttered.

Mr. Weasley glared at Percy, and then he suddenly realized what was standing next to Harry.

"No, a unicorn?!" He exclaimed belatedly, "Oh my God, when did a unicorn appear in our family?"

"You just realized this problem?" Ron said weakly. It seemed that he had already adapted to the length of his father's reaction time.

"It's my friend, Uncle Arthur." Harry explained to Mr. Weasley.

"I see." Mr. Weasley nodded in understanding. "Oh my God, this is the first time I have seen such a holy magical animal at such a close distance..."

"You'll see it a lot these days," Fred and George said in unison.

Harry had to admit that Mrs. Weasley's cooking was indeed delicious, not much worse than Mrs. Granger's.

After all, Mrs. Granger is from the British middle class, she has no shortage of spices, and she is really good at using spices.

Judging from this comparison, it seems that Mrs. Weasley's cooking skills should be a step up - but Harry didn't want to make a comparison, it was already very good to have someone cook for him.

Especially the diced meat stewed with potatoes, the dish is stewed into a sticky consistency, and eating it with bread is really the happiest thing in the world.

After dinner, they divided the rooms. Harry and Ron slept in the same room - also on the same bed. As for Pappy, she went back to sleep in her purse.

"I hope you don't do anything rash in the middle of the night." Ron said seriously, "Otherwise, I will definitely kick you out."

Fortunately, the two young men slept well, and when they woke up the next morning, they were still clearly separated, and neither of them crossed the line separated by the quilt.

Although the Weasley family's home is simple and not as grand as the Malfoy family's, this warm living environment is what Harry desires most.

The mirror on the kitchen mantelpiece amused him most. Every time Ron walked by, the mirror would shout something, such as reminding Ron to tuck his shirt back in, or buttoning his clothes, or saying that he was sloppy.

But Harry had never been yelled at by the mirror. After all, he had lived in Hogwarts under Black for several years, and he had developed a subconscious mind in managing his personal appearance.

He would never admit that it was actually because of Cassandra.

What made Harry feel the most heavy was Mrs. Weasley's love. Harry felt that at almost every meal, Mrs. Weasley would ask him to add more food four or five times, and she would not stop until she had eaten her fill.

Mr. Weasley liked to have Harry sit next to him and kept asking Harry about products in the Muggle world. He seemed particularly interested in technological products such as televisions and computers.

Computers are too old for Harry. The last time he played with them was more than six years ago...that is, before he went a hundred years ago. Whenever the Dursleys went out, he would definitely secretly play with Dudley's computer.

In the past, Harry would have to secretly exchange some pounds to buy a computer to play with at school.

But now he has higher aspirations and doesn't seem to care so much about entertainment.

But this reminded Harry that he was worrying about what gift to bring to Nicolas Flamel when he went to his house. Now it seems... a computer is just right.

Pappy has been living a very comfortable life recently. There is a meadow around the Weasley house. She runs around in it to her heart's content. When she has nothing to do, she lowers her head to eat the grass. She looks carefree.

"Sometimes, I also want to become a unicorn." Ron looked at Pappy's happy figure with envy and said longingly.

"Come on," said Fred and George in unison. "You'll just turn into a Flobberworm, if you ask me."

"Or the Niffler," Percy interjected.

"Well said, Percy," the twins said in unison, giving Percy a tut.

Percy pointed his index fingers at the twins and returned the expression.

It seems that all brothers in the world have the same preference when it comes to persecuting their younger brothers.

After staying at the Weasley's house for almost a week, Harry received a letter from Hogwarts.

The envelope was made of yellow parchment with green lettering and was sealed with wax in the shape of the Hogwarts school emblem.

"It seems Dumbledore knows you're here," said Ron, holding the letter. "You can't hide anything from him, can you?"

Harry curled his lips, thinking that Ron seemed to think Dumbledore was too omniscient and omnipotent.

Just like Merope... or Voldemort causing trouble among Slytherin, he just didn't know about it.

If he knew, he would not remain indifferent and would have closed the net and punished Voldemort long ago.

For a moment, the Weasley household fell into silence, the only sound being the sound of envelopes being opened and papers being turned.

The letter still asked them to arrive at school on September 1st, and at the back of the letter was a list of the books they needed for the year.

Second graders should read: The Standard Book of Spells, Level 2, by Miranda Goshawk;
"The Break with the Ghost Girl", by Gilderoy Lockhart;
"Hanging with Ghouls" by Gilderoy Lockhart;
Holidays with a Hag, by Gilderoy Lockhart;
Walking with Trolls, by Gilderoy Lockhart;
"Sailing with Vampires" by Gilderoy Lockhart;
Wandering with Werewolves, by Gilderoy Lockhart;
A Year with the Tibetan Yeti by Gilderoy Lockhart.

"What's going on?" Harry muttered, "Is the new teacher a big fan of Gilderoy Lockhart? Why do we have to buy so many books written by him?" "Shh, keep your voice down." Fred held Harry, but his voice was not small at all: "Mom is a big fan of Lockhart. If you know that all the books we bought this year are his, she will definitely be crazy happy."

"Those books are not cheap," George quickly said, "but I know that Gilderoy Lockhart's books are very expensive..."

As they were talking, another owl flew in.

Ok……

"Oh my goodness, Mum, look, Ron's got a Howler!" Fred and George gloated.

Ron looked at the flaming red letter in horror. He swallowed and had a very bad feeling.

Mrs. Weasley also raised her head and looked at the Howler Letter - in fact, the perceptive mother had already guessed who sent the Howler Letter.

"What should I do?" Ron asked in horror.

"I should warn you, Ron." Mr. Weasley also looked at Ron with a gloating look: "If you don't open it immediately, the Howler will explode and roar even louder--"

Ron opened the letter without thinking.

The letter flew into the air and turned into the shape of a mouth.

"Ronald Weasley! What on earth is the matter with you! I've told you a thousand times, if you have any news! Be sure to write me a letter! I sent more than ten letters to Privet Drive, Little Whinging! No reply! And I stupidly thought Harry was at the Dursleys' - until someone told me he was at yours!"

Having shouted here, Hermione changed her tone and looked at Harry.

"Oh, Harry, it looks like you are done with your work. I am also going to Diagon Alley to buy books next Wednesday. See you there then."

With that, Howler stuck his tongue out at Ron and tore himself into pieces.

The family stared blankly at the fragments of the howling letter. They always felt that the letter...spoke...like someone in particular.

Someone they are particularly familiar with.

"I think she should have something in common with your mother." Mr. Weasley said after a long pause.

As a result, he was hit with a feather duster by Mrs. Weasley.

Harry calculated that next Wednesday would be August 12th, and the date agreed with Mr. Flamel would be August 16th.

Hmm...it seems like there's still time, he thought.

It wouldn't be too late to go to France after he bought the textbooks he needed for the new semester in Diagon Alley - he could Apparate across continents anyway, so the distance from London to Paris was actually not that far.

Recently, they have had plenty of time to have fun.

Of course, no one did their homework except Percy - but Fred still went with George to take the reluctant Percy out to play.

In their words, if they weren't careful, there would be another male student union president in the family - which would be a disaster for them, because there could only be one in the seventh grade, and they were in the same class, which meant that one of them would definitely lose.

Rather than being the only one in the family who wasn't the student union president, it would be better to take Percy out with him so that he couldn't become the student union president either.

It's obvious that they are brothers, Harry thought.

Soon it was Wednesday, and this time the method of travel was to use Floo powder.

Mrs. Weasley picked up the flower pot on the fireplace, sighed and said, "There's not much left, Arthur. We'll have to buy some today."

Then he handed the flowerpot to Harry.

Harry reached out and grabbed a handful of Floo powder - he used to use it when he was in school. After all, Hogwarts was full of Floo flames back then.

He couldn't understand why such a good thing had not been preserved.
Thinking of this, Harry walked to the fireplace, threw the powder into the fireplace, and a high flame ignited in an instant.

He walked right into the fire and yelled, "DIAGON ALAYS!"

Then, after a spinning sensation, he appeared in the Leaky Cauldron.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Harry coughed a few times. The reason why he never liked using Floo powder was that it was so uncomfortable. Once he used it, he would be covered in dust and cough all the time.

"Harry?"

An unexpected voice sounded and Harry looked up. It was Draco.

"You're here too?" He took off his glasses and flicked them in his hand.

The dust on the glasses disappeared instantly, and the dust on the clothes disappeared as well.

"Cool, is this wandless magic?" Draco exclaimed in admiration: "What a profound technique."

Then, a silver snake head was placed on his shoulder and pushed him aside.

"Mr. Potter, we meet again." Lucius extended his hand and said politely.

It was simple. Playing aside, joking aside, after Mr. Septimus had tricked his great-grandson, he still chose to tell Lucius the truth.

Yes, the Harry Potter who came today is the one from a hundred years ago, and he is also his great aunt’s favorite boy.

Lucius felt a little toothache, but it was no wonder he was such a jerk. After all, anyone would find it hard to accept that their son’s classmate might become their uncle-in-law.

Septimus didn't say much, but anyone who could be the head of the Malfoy family was no idiot, and Lucius immediately understood what his great-grandfather meant.

That is to try to make friends with this Harry Potter.

To be honest, even without this, Lucius would be willing to make friends with this savior, not to mention that he is now the person carefully selected by the ancestors to make friends with.

"Hello, Mr. Malfoy." Harry shook Lucius's hand. "Nice to meet you. What's up?"

"Bring Draco to Diagon Alley to buy some books," Lucius smiled reservedly, "You know, an owl from Hogwarts came to our house some time ago and brought the books we need for the new semester."

As soon as he finished speaking, Arthur's voice sounded from behind Harry.

"Lucius, good morning."

(End of this chapter)