Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 126: Vivi Cassandra and Poter (12000 words)
The map chamber fell into silence for a long time.

Even though Vivi has known the portraits of the three professors for more than a hundred years, she has never told them about her past.

However... the inheritors of ancient magic do have this or that... shortcomings, or you could say defects.

Dumb gun is just one of them.

According to the rules of that era, and since Vivi was born into a pure-blood family, her childhood must have been difficult.

Even as open-minded as they are today, most wizard families still cannot accept the fact that their child is a Squib.

For a moment, the map secret room fell into silence.

Even Professor Rookwood did not make any jokes to ease the mood, but just stood silently in the frame.

It took a long time for Vivi to recover from her trance.

"It was... Christmas of 1888," Vivi said softly.

……

Nurmengard Castle.

Gellert Grindelwald sat in front of the fireplace, staring at the snow-capped Alps in the distance.

Even though he was defeated by Dumbledore and imprisoned himself in Nurmengard, he actually still retained a lot of autonomy.

Apart from not being able to leave Nurmengard Castle, it is still possible to meet some old friends here.

This is the custom in the West, and it can be considered a kind of decency - just like when Napoleon was exiled for the first time, he was still able to retain a considerable amount of freedom.

"How's Vida doing?" he asked casually, reaching out to fiddle with the chin of the owl in front of him.

"We have successfully entered Hogwarts, sir." The white-bearded wizard serving behind him answered.

Gellert pondered for a moment and ordered, "Give that... that writer some more hair growth potion. Remember not to cut Vida's hair."

"Yes, sir." The white-bearded wizard nodded.

"I have a feeling..." Gellert's eyes, shining with silver-white light, rolled around like Mad-Eye Moody.

He covered his eyes and waited quietly for a moment.

"call……"

"Sir, what's wrong with you?" asked the white-bearded wizard.

"My eyes hurt a little, but it's okay." Gellert said softly, "It told me that my sister is coming back..."

"Sister?" Everyone in the room was stunned.

They had never heard the husband mention that he had an older sister.

"Yes, sister..."

Gellert murmured something quietly.

He took the wand from the person beside him and stroked it carefully.

After a while, he walked out of the room, went down the stairs and went to the underground prison.

Even in summer, Nurmengard Castle located in the mountains is still a little chilly, especially in the dungeon, which is dark and damp, completely in line with the stereotype of it.

Gellert walked briskly into the dungeon on the left.

In the dungeon, there were several bed-like chopping boards, on which lay three witches in a trance.

When they saw Gellert come in, they whimpered and began to beg for mercy.

"You know, Wilhelmina," Gellert whispered, "my sister is coming back soon--"

Upon hearing Gellert's words, the witch named Wilhelmini's eyes widened instantly.

"But you don't have to worry. More than a hundred years have passed. You may not encounter the same tragedy as Hydra. Perhaps my sister has already forgotten about the existence of garbage like you. Don't you think so? Wilhelmina Grindelwald?"

"Please, please, Gellert, I'm your cousin—"

"Please..." Gellert played with the wand in his hand absentmindedly, "If you could have - ah, forget it, it's a waste of my time to tell you, let's start today's lesson."

He slowly pointed the wand in his hand at Wilhelminnie in front of him, and a red light shone from the tip of the wand.

The last thing Wilhelmina heard was a gentle spell like a lover's whisper.

"Crucio!"

……

Vienna, 1888.

Ever since the death of old Mr. and Mrs. Grindelwald, life has become increasingly difficult for the Grindelwald family.

The eldest daughter, Veratea Grindelwald, was a Squib at Nurmengard Castle, and this incident undoubtedly brought shame to the entire Grindelwald family.

Even though old Mr. and Mrs. Grindelwald had always been protecting their daughter, there were always some gossips that reached Veratria's ears.

Fortunately, Vivi's aunt is Princess Sissi. Even if she can't become a wizard, she can learn how to be a female official from her aunt.

However, in the eyes of wizards, entering the world and associating with Muggles is a decadent thing, even if Vivi is a Squib.

Especially pure-blood families like the Grindelwald family insist on this point.

Christmas is a day for families to reunite. Princess Sissi was a kind woman. She understood how difficult it was for her niece to raise her younger brother alone, so she arranged a holiday for her early on and even gave her an extra bonus so that their lives would not be so difficult.

Even though this niece was forgetful and couldn't do anything properly, Princess Sissi still tolerated some of her minor shortcomings because of her mother's sisterly love.

However, rumors about the "reckless Grindelwald" were circulating in the court.

"Hey, isn't this Squib Vera?"

A sarcastic voice sounded behind her.

It was her cousin, Hydra Grindelwald.

Vivi didn't answer, but just walked forward quickly, holding the beef her aunt gave her to take home and share with Gellert.

Seeing that Vivi didn't reply, Xudela smiled with some contempt.

She was not angry. Five or six girls of about her age followed behind Vivi.

They didn't dare to go too far, after all, there were court wizards in Vienna.

"Let me see, you must have the beef stolen from the palace in your arms, right? Squib Vera?"

Weiwei pretended not to hear. She was used to it - over the years, ever since she was declared a Squib at the age of eleven, she had suffered enough cold stares and ridicule.

"Did you steal something from the palace again?" Xudela walked forward, followed by several girls of the same age as her.

"She's holding him so tight, it must be her, Hydra." said a freckled girl next to her.

"Oh, thank you for your eagle eyes, Isabel." Xudela said without turning his head.

"I'm calling you, did you hear me?"

Xudela said again.

Vivi lowered her head, trying not to listen to the mocking words. She just wanted to take the food in her arms, go back home and spend the first Christmas without her parents with her brother.

"How rude of you, 'Grindelwald who is always almost late', that's the new nickname you got today, isn't it?" Hydra said with a grin.

Weiwei still didn't stop. She didn't want to get entangled with these sisters who bullied her for being a squib.

"Yes, that's true." Xudela seemed to be mumbling, "Don't you want to know who hid your shoes?"

Weiwei was slightly stunned, but not surprised.

Having worked as a female official for her aunt for more than a year, she could often find that she was missing something - even though she confirmed it again and again before each departure.

I was always forgetful and was scolded by my aunt...

She understood that these sisters would not bear to see her mixing with Muggles, even if it was the Muggle royal family.

"Muggle Princess, look what this is?" Xudela said, waving his hand.

Vivi stopped and turned around to find Xudela holding a piece of beef in her hand.

Xudela smiled contemptuously, shared the beef with the girls around him, and ate a piece himself.

"It should be said that the royal chefs of the Muggle royal family are indeed very skilled," Xu Delarui commented, "but a Squib like you who has fallen to the point of mixing with Muggles can actually enjoy such delicious food..."

As she said this, she threw the beef in her hand to the ground, stomped on it hard with her foot, and even twisted it hard, trying to stomp the beef into the snow pile.

Vivi looked at Xudela's actions with a calm expression, as if she was watching something that had nothing to do with her.

"I really hate the way she looks. She's really pretentious, as if she's really a princess." Isabel said from behind.

"Oh, don't say that." A girl wearing glasses at the back said sarcastically, "Her aunt is the queen. She was born to be a princess - our Muggle princess."

"Oh, thank you, Wilhelmina." Xudela replied casually, and then said to Vivi: "Listen, Squib Vera, I'm warning you for the last time... As long as you still work with the Muggles, we will not let you go - understand? Now I'm just teaching you a little lesson!"

After saying that, she turned around and left with her sisters without looking back.

Weiwei squatted on the ground and picked up the beef piece by piece.

"What a pity, I can't eat it anymore." She seemed to be mumbling.

But fortunately, there is still a part in my arms.

Returning home - that temporary home, because she was a Squib and both her parents had passed away, she and Gellert lost the inheritance right to Nurmengard Castle.

According to the rules of the Grindelwald family, only official wizards have the right of inheritance - and Vivi, as a Squib, is naturally not qualified; and Gellert is still young and has heterochromia, so he has no inheritance rights at all.

Vivi struggled to light a fire, and the smoke made her cough.

"What are we having for dinner tonight, sister?" Gellert asked naively, leaning against the door frame.

"Beef." Vivi said concisely. She took out some ingredients from the cabinet at home and added a few side dishes for Gellert.

Under the dim light, the girl was cooking the ingredients in the pot carefully.

"Gellert, go and light the candles," said Vivi.

"Oh, okay." Gellert ran to the dining table obediently and lit the candles one by one.

After a while, Vivi quickly set the table for food.

"Eat it," she said simply.

Gellert noticed that his sister looked amiss and asked worriedly, "Sister, did they bully you again?"

"Not really." Weiwei bit off a small piece of black bread expressionlessly, "Enjoy your meal."

"No, it must be!" Gellert recalled the snow marks on his sister's knees when he came back, and said firmly: "It must be the little witches of Grindelwald's family... When I grow up, I will kill them all! Avenge my sister!"

"Don't be like this, Gail." Weiwei said softly, "Murder is a great sin, and no one is bullying your sister, don't worry - even if someone is, your sister will pay you back in the future."

"Oh." Gellert lowered his head.

At night, in the dim candlelight, she told Gellert fairy tales she brought from the palace.

"Sister, can the ugly duckling really turn into a white swan?" Gellert asked, blinking his watery eyes.

"I will, Gail." Vivi gently rubbed Gellert's head with her hand.

"Sister, you are an ugly duckling now." Gellert said seriously, "You will definitely become a white swan in the future."

"Thank you, Gail." Vivi said softly.

After Gellert fell asleep, Vivi blew out the candle and returned to her room.

She sat on the bed and thought about what had just happened.

Finally, Gellert's babyish voice rang in his ears.

"Sister, you will definitely become a white swan in the future."

Before she knew it, Vivi's eyes were already filled with tears.

……

On the Sunday after Christmas, Vivi was told to welcome pure-blood wizards from England.

In fact, Vivi's aunt is also a dud, which is why she is so tolerant of Vivi.

If they hadn't shared the same plight, Vivi would probably have kicked her out the door the second or third time she was pranked.

Weiwei didn't want to ask about the specific reason for the meeting, nor was she interested in asking.

As the queen's niece, Vivi naturally received a lot of care and even had a silver-white princess crown.

This was the crown my aunt wore when she was a duchess. After all, before she married Franz, she was a carefree Bavarian princess.

No matter how much the Grindelwald girls hate "Muggles", they still have to serve the Muggle royal family in the end.

As the backbone of the Austro-Hungarian Empire's large population of pure-blood wizards, the Grindelwald family would naturally attend this meeting.

After all, there are hundreds of people in the Grindelwald family, which is a considerable force no matter where they are.

However, before Vivi set off, she couldn't find her crown.

That crown was the one her aunt had designated for her to wear when attending the meeting yesterday.

She searched the room thoroughly but could not find any trace of the crown.

Helpless, she could only set off with a worried heart, ready to face her aunt's scolding.

However, when she arrived at the palace courtyard, she ran into Hydra and Wilhelmine.

"Look, isn't this the Muggle Princess Squib Vera?" Wilhelmini said sarcastically, "Why, can't you find your Muggle crown? Don't worry, maybe if you are more careful, you can find it..."

"Oh my God, Wilhelmina," Hydra echoed sarcastically, "I think this squib princess must have been careless and lost her crown somewhere... Oh, if you lose your job, what will you and your heterochromatic brother do?"

Vivi couldn't help but clench her fists tightly.

She could guess that the crown must have been stolen and hidden by these two men.

"Where is the crown?" she asked softly.

"Guess?" Xu Dela shook his head. "Ha, forget it. It's boring to let you guess. I'd better show you a clear way."

She raised her hand and pointed to a big tree not far away.

"See? It's hanging on the branch of that tree." Xu Dela glanced at Vivi's lady's dress and smiled maliciously: "Well, let's see, in your heart, which is more important, the crown or your clothes... Or, you can't get the crown, and you tear your clothes, let's see how your aunt scolds you..."

"Squib Vera, go get it yourself!" Wilhelmini made a face.

"William Minnie?" Xudela patted Wilhelm Minnie's shoulder and said, "Be polite. We are pure-blood wizards participating in an important occasion. We should follow our etiquette... We should call her... Her Royal Highness the Muggle Princess."

Vivi no longer cared about their ridicule and ran to the tree where the crown was hung in a daze.

But the tree was too tall, and as a lady, she had no idea how to climb a tree, so she could only look at the crown hanging high in the air and feel anxious.

"Muggle princess, go quickly." Xu Dela smiled maliciously: "Maybe you can climb up like a monkey and take down the crown - but you have to be careful, don't fall to death."

Weiwei stood under the tree, looking at the crown hanging high in the tree in despair.

She didn't know what she had done wrong to be treated like this.

Yes, we are all Grindelwald, we are all cousins...

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew past.

Vivi saw a boy riding a broom and wearing strange glasses pass by him, and he reached out and took the crown off easily.

After getting the crown, the boy spun his broom, drawing a graceful arc in the sky, and finally stopped steadily in front of him.

"Here is your crown," the boy whispered. "Be careful not to lose it again—"

Vivi noticed that the boy in front of her was speaking English.

She had been studying with her aunt for many years, and naturally learned English and French. Of course, she could understand what Harry was saying.

"Thank you." Weiwei replied in English with a strong German accent.

"The scene where the prince saves the princess? How boring."

The shrill sound rang out again.

"What are they saying?" asked the boy in front of him, who didn't understand German.

German has always been one of the official languages ​​of the Austro-Hungarian Empire. In 1867, the Austro-Hungarian Empire issued a language decree, the main purpose of which was to maintain the status of German and Hungarian as official languages, while also recognizing and protecting the rights of other national languages ​​to a certain extent.

Therefore, these wizards who came from the traditional German regions of the Austro-Hungarian Empire usually spoke German.

"They're saying it's the classic prince-saving-princess scene, which is so boring." Vivi translated for the black-haired boy in front of her.

Hearing this, the boy smiled brightly.

"Haha, I'm not a prince." The boy scratched his head and said, "Have you ever seen an orphan prince? - I mean, a prince without parents, without any relatives, ha... He even relies on welfare to go to Hogwarts..."

Vivi's eyes softened.

She originally thought that the boy in front of her came from a pure-blood family, but now it seems...

The boy's situation might not be much better than his own.

The most difficult thing in this world is to empathize. Weiwei felt that the boy in front of her... seemed very similar to herself.

"These people are really annoying, aren't they?" the boy asked. "What's your relationship with them?"

"It was my cousins." Weiwei said softly, "They hung my crown on the tree, thinking that this would make my aunt chase me away... In fact, this is not the first time it has happened. They think it is shameful for me to do things for Muggles and a disgrace to pure-blood wizards."

"Ah, just like my cousin Dudley, isn't it?" said the boy. "My cousin Dudley also likes to bully me, just like your sisters often tease you, but he also beats me and sometimes uses me as a punching bag for boxing practice."

Vivi didn't understand what boxing was because the boy spoke too fast.

But she understood what he meant.

Both of them lost their parents, and their families were in financial difficulties. They were even bullied by their brothers and sisters...

but……

Weiwei was a little wary. Was this some kind of trick? Or was it——

Is this a new trick played by Xudela and the others to play a prank on me?

"Po Te!"

A haughty yet sweet voice sounded.

"You rude little troll, what are you running around for? How rude of you - this is a palace, not a Quidditch field where you are running wild on your broom!"

"I'm sorry, Miss Malfoy." The boy named 'Potter' turned around and said, "I just... uh, this lady's crown was hung on the tree, and I just helped her take it down."

In Vivi's sight, a haughty young lady walked over from the side.

Like me, they both have blonde hair.

"Oh? Really?" Miss Malfoy narrowed her eyes, examined Vivi, and then looked at Pott: "Well, Pott, I don't know when you became a knight protecting women - it's really ironic, isn't it?"

"I'm sorry, Miss Malfoy." Pot quickly put away his broom and bowed to apologize.

"No need to apologize. Be careful next time." Miss Malfoy raised her head and looked around disdainfully. "Why don't you come in with me?"

"Yes, Miss Malfoy." 'Potter' bowed to Miss Malfoy and said.

Vivi put on the crown and hurriedly walked behind Pot and Miss Malfoy. Is this boy... called 'Potter'?

It seems that he should be the servant of the girl in front of him?
Who are they? Why do they speak English? Are they the guests my aunt is going to meet today?
With such questions in mind, Vivi followed the two of them inside, feeling confused.

"Why is it so late again? Grindelwald?"

The leading female official frowned when she saw Vivi.

After scolding her a few times, she asked Vivi to stand behind Princess Sissi.

"Vivi?" Princess Sissi saw that Vivi's crown was a little crooked and said softly, "I think you should know the royal etiquette - your crown is crooked."

"I'm sorry, Your Highness," Vivi said quickly, reaching out to straighten the crown on her head.

This is a formal occasion, so Vivi cannot call her "Aunt" as an intimate title, but must use the more formal "Your Highness".

"I think your Highness should train your maid properly." Grindelwald's current master, Frederick, looked at Vivi with a mocking look on his face. "As your Highness's maid, she can't even learn the most basic manners."

"is it?"

Princess Sissi felt a little embarrassed when someone pointed this out to her in person.

Vivi swallowed her saliva. This was a mistake that was pointed out in a formal occasion between the two countries. She didn't think her aunt would let her off this time.

"What are they talking about?" Not far away, 'Potter' whispered to Miss Malfoy.

Miss Malfoy looked disgusted, but still translated it for Harry.

"That's enough, Vivi." Princess Sissi took a breath.

Weiwei is somewhat desperate...

Before Princess Sissi could say the next sentence, Vivi saw a figure standing up from the British wizard's side.

It's the 'Po Te' from before.

"Your Highness, that's not the case!"

Vivi was a little puzzled. She didn't understand why Harry would speak for him - and in her opinion, Harry's status was no different from hers.

Is it worth it for a dumb female official like yourself?
Princess Sissi was fluent in eight languages, so she naturally understood English.

Seeing someone talking to her niece, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Sir, who are you?"

"Excuse me, Your Highness."

At this moment, the "aristocratic etiquette" that Principal Black forced them to learn came in handy, and Poter performed a perfect and impeccable gentleman's etiquette.

"If I'm not mistaken, the lady-in-waiting next to you was teased by the two little witches next to this gentleman." Pot said, "I saw them bullying her, hanging her crown on the tree, and standing beside her with gloating eyes, forcing her to climb up the tree to get it."

"And this has happened more than once. I heard that they often bullied your female officials in the past. They just admitted it and said 'Ja'."

Princess Sissi was certainly not a fool. After hearing this, she certainly understood what had happened.

"Weiwei, why didn't you tell me these things earlier?" she asked with concern.

She didn't know how much injustice her niece had endured, and now she just wanted to vent her anger.

"Sorry, aunt." Vivi's voice was very soft. She didn't want to explain, nor was she good at explaining.

"Your Highness."

Miss Malfoy's voice rang out.

Princess Sissi looked at Miss Malfoy.

"I'm sorry, my servant spoke without permission and disrupted the normal progress of the banquet." She glanced at the two girls named Grindelwald with contempt, "But I still have to commend his courage. After all, not everyone can stand up and speak for a lady they have never met in such an occasion."

"But..." Miss Malfoy said again, "I think it is a disgrace to the Malfoy family to sit with such a person."

Of course, she was referring to the two girls with the last name Grindelwald.

Miss Malfoy's meaning was very clear, that is, the two Miss Grindelwalds were not worthy of sitting in such an occasion.

"I think you are right, Miss Malfoy." Princess Sissi did not feel offended. She turned to the two girls who were shaking with anger and said, "You are not welcome here, Miss Grindelwald. I think I need to advise His Majesty the Emperor to re-evaluate the status of the Grindelwald family in the empire."

"Your Highness, you..." Frederick Grindelwald said in a dry throat.

"The same goes for you, Mr. Grindelwald." Princess Sissi's voice was cold.

……

"Later I found out that the boy's name was Harry, Harry Potter." After Vivi explained the whole story and the portraits of the professors, she sighed faintly.

"Is this why you chose to study at Hogwarts after awakening your ancient magic talent?" Professor Rookwood did not complain for the first time. Instead, he said after a moment of hesitation, "In that case, I can understand why you, as a German, did not go to Durmstrang to study."

"What happened next? What about those cousins ​​who bullied you?" asked Principal Fitzgerald.

"Oh." Weiwei's tone was very relaxed. "They are all dead. My only regret is that, besides Gale and I, there are still three people in the Grindelwald family alive in this world."

The three professors fell silent.

They finally understood why the once prosperous Grindelwald family now only had Vivi and Gellert left.

After all this time, I just want you to...

There was a long silence, and finally Professor Rookwood began to speak.

"Oh, I don't think there's anything wrong with that." He said, "If I stay and accompany Gellert Grindelwald to wreak havoc on the wizarding world, many people will die..."

Don’t say that. After saying this, the atmosphere in the map secret room became even colder.

……

Harry actually didn't remember what happened when he was a guest in the Austro-Hungarian Empire. He didn't even know the name of the lady-in-waiting at the time. He just felt sorry for her and helped her.

Of course, he was addicted to the broom and would feel uncomfortable if he didn't fly a few circles on it.

Afterwards, he was still worried about whether he would be punished by Mr. Septimus, but to his surprise, Mr. Septimus not only did not punish him, but praised him instead.

Mr. Septimus said that this was what a proper pure-blood wizard would do.

He was quite happy now. After all, Vivi was only angry about Gellert taking away part of the money, but it seemed that she was not that angry.

Then wait until she comes out and then tell her about those things, for example, the things about Gellert and Dumbledore.

I hope Weiwei won’t be so angry that she explodes, or even cracks…

Thinking of Vivi's slender waist like Princess Sissi, Harry always felt that if he told the truth, his waist would be enlarged -

The first class of the new semester was Herbology. Harry actually liked Herbology quite a lot, provided that the class was taught by Professor Garrick, the beautiful elder sister from a hundred years ago.

However, Professor Sprout's teaching is acceptable. After all, she never makes things difficult for others and sprays venom everywhere like Snape.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with Professor Snape. Apart from being a little cruel, harsh, cold and unkind, he has no other shortcomings.

"Today we're in Greenhouse Three," Professor Sprout said, her tone as gentle and warm as usual.

The students murmured with interest; they had only been in Greenhouse One—the plants in Greenhouse Three were more interesting, but also more dangerous.

Professor Sprout took a large key from his belt and opened the door.

Harry smelled a scent of damp earth and manure, mixed with a strong floral scent.

The flowers were as big as umbrellas and hung from the ceiling.

Harry noticed that there were dozens of earmuffs of different colors on the table. These earmuffs were what he had used before. They were used to block out the screams of the mandrakes.

It seems... today we are going to learn about Mandrake?

But isn't this a bit dangerous?
Even in the environment a hundred years ago, the actual practice of repotting the mandrake was not done until the fifth grade - Harry felt that the current teaching method was to be gentle where it should be wild, and to be quite wild where it should be gentle.

Even for him, who went to school a hundred years ago and had close contact with dark wizards, he thought it was a bit extreme.

Just think about it, if some little wizard didn't wear earmuffs and was yelled at by the scream of the mandrake...

Then Hogwarts would have faced a teaching accident.

He was right. Professor Sprout stood in the middle of the greenhouse, looked around and said, "We are going to repot the mandrake today. Now, who can tell me what the characteristics of the mandrake are?"

Hermione and Neville raised their hands together.

Seeing the two men raise their hands together, Professor Sprout thought about it and chose Neville.

She felt that young wizards like Neville who lacked confidence should be given more opportunities to express themselves and to cultivate more self-confidence.

"Mandra..." Neville looked up at Professor Sprout and saw that he gave him an encouraging smile. Neville felt confident again and continued, "It is used to restore people who have been deformed or cursed to their original state..."

"What is it called, then?" asked Professor Sprout encouragingly.

"It's also called... Mandrake root!" Neville was much more confident, "It's a powerful restorative agent."

"Excellent!" Professor Sprout shouted. "Ten points for Gryffindor!"

When Neville heard the sound of adding points - especially ten points, he looked incredulous.

Oh my God, he has been deducting points in class all the time. When has he ever added points?
"Mr. Longbottom," Professor Sprout asked again, "Mandra is an important component of most antidotes, but it is also dangerous. Can you tell me why?"

Neville raised his head and thought for a moment, then replied, "The book says that hearing the cry of a mandrake...can kill a person."

"Absolutely, ten points," Professor Sprout said loudly.

There was applause in the classroom, led by Hermione.

Neville was laughing so happily that he even forgot to sit down.

"Well, Mr. Longbottom, please take a seat," said Professor Sprout.

Harry suddenly said, "Professor, I have a question."

Seeing that it was Harry who asked the question, Professor Sprout smiled gently.

This child who looked very much like Lily made her like him very much.

"Go ahead, Mr. Potter," she said.

"So, Professor, if you cast Rapid Growth on the Mandrake and then Loud Voice on it, will it cause greater damage?" Harry asked naively.

Hearing Harry's words, Professor Sprout froze in place as if he had been hit by a petrification spell.

She looked at Harry mechanically and groaned inwardly.

Oh my god, this is another James!
"Mr. Potter, I need to remind you that Mandrake is a very dangerous plant!" Professor Sprout said in a serious tone, "Please don't cast this spell on Mandrake. It will cause immeasurable harm!"

"Oh." Harry nodded and asked, "Actually, I have another question, Professor Sprout."

"Please ask, Mr. Potter." Professor Sprout said. She thought that Mr. Potter would not give her any new tricks this time, right?

However, what she didn't expect was that Harry's next topic was even more frightening.

"Professor, if a Howler letter was recorded using the call of a mandrake, would it have the same lethality?"

Professor Sprout clutched his collar tightly, his face turning pale and blue.

Oh my god, oh my god, this Mr. Potter...

She wanted to grab Professor McGonagall by the scruff of her collar and yell at her in cat form -

"Is this what you call like Lily?!?!"

Harry quickly shut his mouth. Actually, he didn't mean to do that. He had never explored the specific uses of Mandrake - in fact, these were just his flashes of inspiration and had not been used in specific practice.

Well... I can try it next time I see Voldemort and see if Voldemort can withstand the rapid growth and loud cry of the Mandrake.

"Sit down, Mr. Potter." Professor Pomona Sprout sighed, "I still hope that you little wizards can use your energy in other places, even if it's just learning some harmless little evil spells? It's better than studying these troublesome things."

The corners of Hermione's mouth twitched.

Well, a harmless little curse. If Professor Sprout meant the "harmless little curse" carefully selected by the Gaunt family, then it would be better to study the application of mandrake.

"Today we will learn how to repot the mandrake." After Professor Sprout recovered, he said to them, "When I tell you to put on the earmuffs, make sure to cover your ears tightly. When it is safe to take off the earmuffs, I will give you two thumbs up... OK - put on the earmuffs."

After hearing Professor Sprout's order, all the students put on their earmuffs.

Professor Sprout walked down and carefully checked every student. After confirming that everything was correct, she walked back and began to demonstrate it to everyone in detail.

She pulled the doll-like mandrake out of the pot, then, ignoring its screams, stuffed it back into the pot and covered it with soil.

Then Professor Sprout held up two fingers, signaling them to take off their earmuffs.

"Our mandrakes are only young plants, so hearing their cries won't kill you," she said quietly. "But they can knock you out for a few hours, and I don't think any of you want to miss the first day of school, so make sure you wear earmuffs when you work. I'll try to get your attention when it's time to clean up - all right, four per pot, let's get started."

They were divided into groups in an instant, but unfortunately, Harry was alone and had no team members.

"Harry, I hope you do well." Ron and Hermione said gloatingly.

They weren't worried at all about whether Harry could do it alone - are you kidding me, a man who could come up with so many applications for Mandrake would worry about how to accomplish it?
Under the command of Professor Sprout, the students put on earmuffs and began to transplant the mandrakes into pots.

The process is very difficult. After all, the mandrake is like a doll. After being pulled out, it will still struggle wildly. If you want to press it into the soil, you need several people to help.

Harry reached out and grabbed the mandrake, and when it came into contact with the air, it let out a sharp cry.

Harry couldn't hear it, but he could feel it more or less from the ferocious expression of Mandrake.

He examined the mandrake for a moment, then laid it on the soil.

Mandrake struggled not to go in, but it suddenly felt a heat approaching.

A cluster of azure flames ignited on Harry's fingers.

The mandrake screamed and began to dig the soil in the flowerpot with its hand-like roots. After a while, it dug a small hole for itself.

It jumped in and continued to dig itself in the dirt, screaming, until it had completely buried itself and the terrible student was no longer visible.

"He is really obedient." Harry said with emotion. He liked obedient children the most.

When he turned around, he saw his classmates with petrified faces.

"What's wrong? You guys?" Harry laughed, "Why don't you keep digging?"

But the students were wearing earmuffs and couldn't hear him.

After staring blankly for a while, Hermione stuck the shovel into the soil in frustration.

Oh my god, Harry is not human! He...he is really...

Hermione searched for a long time but couldn't find a suitable description, so she simply gave up thinking about it.

Seeing Harry bury the mandrake skillfully in the soil, Professor Sprout planned to give Harry ten points later.

She didn't see Harry using the flames to threaten the mandrake just now, she just got a rough idea of ​​it.

After class, on the way back to the Great Hall, Hermione walked up to Harry and asked, "Harry, what did you just use in class?"

"What?" Harry asked, biting his liquorice wand.

"It's that cluster of blue flames." Hermione asked curiously.

"Guplai fairy fire." Harry answered truthfully, "But it is not recommended for second-year students to learn it, because if you haven't mastered magic to a certain level, you won't be able to successfully control this kind of fire."

"What about you? Why can you?" Neville asked stupidly.

"Because he is the savior." Hermione turned her head and rolled her eyes.

She had no intention of competing with Harry at all. Instead of comparing herself with such a genius among geniuses, she might as well find something else to do, such as reading a book or practicing spells, which were much better than such meaningless things.

By the evening, a cold wind began to blow through Hogwarts.

Ron, Hermione and Harry were sitting outside to enjoy the fresh air. A gust of cold wind blew over, and Hermione shivered.

"I feel like I'm not wearing enough," Hermione said, looking down at her legs.

"You're wearing just a pair of over-the-knee socks with your thighs exposed, how can you not be cold?" Ron Rui commented.

“That’s what the Scottish Highlands are like, isn’t it?”

The three of them turned around and saw a blonde girl wearing carrot earrings.

The girl had a pale complexion, light eyebrows, silver eyes, and shoulder-length dark golden-brown hair.

Looking closely, her eyes seemed to bulge out slightly, giving her a look of surprise.

"Hello," the girl looked at Harry with lifeless eyes, "I know you, you are Harry Potter, right?"

"Yes..." Harry always felt that this girl should be able to play together with Pappy.

Hmm... they all look the same... it's a hard word to describe.

But thinking of Pappy... Harry felt that he hadn't seen her for a long time and really missed her.

Not knowing how Pappy was doing with Mr. Flamel, Harry wondered if he should write a letter to Mr. Flamel to ask about Pappy's recent situation.
Harry thought about it and decided to give up. As for the owl... Hedwig had already taken an international long-distance flight. Flying from London was fine, but flying from the Scottish Highlands to Paris... Harry was really worried that Hedwig would be exhausted to death.

"I'm Luna Lovegood from Ravenclaw." Luna stretched out her hand and shook hands with each of them. "Nice to meet you."

After shaking hands with everyone, Luna looked at Harry again, her big eyes full of curiosity.

"There look to be a lot of harassment flies around you, Harry. You're entangled in them," Luna said softly. "They're flying around you, buzzing."

"Harassment fly?" Harry asked, puzzled. "What is a harassment fly?"

He really didn't know what a harassment fly was - he had never heard of this term either in books or in real life.

"Disturbance flies... they're invisible and they float into your ears and mess with your brain," Luna said. "I thought I heard one buzzing around here just now."

She slapped the air with her hands as if trying to shoo away giant invisible moths.

"She is...?" Hermione nudged Ron and circled her index finger around his temple.

An internationally used hand gesture, meaning that one's mind is not very clear.

"I don't know," Ron whispered.

"Oh, they do call me a crazy girl." Luna seemed to hear Ron and Hermione whispering.

It was indeed embarrassing to be caught talking behind someone's back. Hermione smiled sheepishly and apologized to her repeatedly.

"Sorry, Luna."

"It's okay." Luna said softly, "I'm used to it-"

After saying that, Luna hopped back to the auditorium like a rabbit.

"Next time, let's not speak ill of others." Ron was a little embarrassed. "Look, she heard us all clearly."

"But do harassment flies really exist?"

Hermione looked a little confused, which is always the case when a top student encounters something he doesn't understand.

"Harry, have you heard about that?" Ron asked.

Harry recalled again and said firmly, "At least I haven't heard of it, but since she said so, she must have her reasons... I know that many wizards have some special abilities, such as being able to see things that ordinary people can't see."

He was talking about ancient magic.

"Well, that's true." Hermione shook her head and said, "Let's go back first - I think I should prepare for the course well. After all, he is the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and he is also an adventurer and a best-selling author..."

At this point, Hermione cupped her hands around her heart and started to act crazy again.

"I think he must be all show and no substance!" said Ron indignantly. He always felt that the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was just like Quirrell last year - or even worse than Quirrell.

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