Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 129: Pride ruins life (12000 words)
Harry was still willing to believe in Gringotts. After all, if he didn't push himself, he really didn't know how much potential he had.

He put away the two-way mirror and waited for the effect of the medicine to wear off.

Sitting in the Room of Requirement, Harry's mind was filled with thoughts about where Cassandra might be.

Now Vivi's location has been locked down, but there is still no clue about Cassandra's location.

Harry always repays others a thousand fold for any kindness they give him - even though Cassandra sometimes has a sullen face and always likes to mock him, which is really annoying, Harry still hopes that she can be safe.

In fact, Harry gradually realized that his ability to gain a foothold in Hogwarts a hundred years ago was inseparable from Cassandra's contribution, which could even be said to be the main reason.

After nearly half an hour, the effect of the aging agent finally wore off and he returned to his twelve-year-old appearance.

When passing the second floor, he suddenly remembered the sound he heard in Professor Lockhart's office today.

The sound was familiar, he had heard it more than once - the last time he heard it was last term, when Filch's cat was petrified.

Harry walked down the stairs and planned to turn to Gryffindor Tower.

As he reached the Fat Lady's portrait, he saw Percy coming out of it.

"Oh, Harry." Percy greeted Harry very formally, "Good evening."

"Good evening, Percy," Harry replied.

"What did you do?" Percy asked curiously.

As the head of Gryffindor, Percy had the power and obligation to inquire other students - he would not even turn a blind eye to his own brothers, the Weasley twins, let alone Harry.

Harry naturally understood Percy's responsibilities, so he answered truthfully: "Professor Lockhart asked me to go to his office to help him write a reply to his fans, so I came back so late."

"I see." Percy nodded reservedly, "I see. Go back and rest. It's getting late."

"What are you going to do?" Harry asked curiously, "It's so late now, are the prefects going out on patrol too?"

"That's not the case," explained Percy. "Creevy's roommate came to me and reported that he was missing - Colin Creevey, the one who was always hanging around with you, with a camera slung across his chest."

Harry nodded in understanding. Creevey...

It’s impossible not to remember this guy.

At this, Percy sighed.

"If my two troublesome brothers - you know which two - were not in the dormitory, their roommates would never think of notifying me, but Creevey is not someone who likes to break school rules, so..."

The 'two troublesome brothers' Percy mentioned were none other than the clone pair of Fred and George.

"I see." Harry nodded, "But can you find him by yourself?"

"There will be four prefects patrolling tonight. I think we will have enough manpower." Percy smiled at Harry, "Okay, Harry, you should go back..."

Before he could finish his words, he heard a voice coming from not far away.

"Percy, Percy?"

It was a female voice, clear and pleasant.

After a while, a girl wearing Ravenclaw robes and a prefect badge on her chest trotted over.

She looked anxious, but after seeing Harry, her expression changed slightly, she cleared her throat, and said, "Prefect Weasley—"

Percy leaned his head back and said in a serious tone, "Oh, good evening, Miss Clearwater - what can I do for you?"

Hearing the name, Harry recognized who the classmate in front of him was.

It was the Ravenclaw prefect, Penelope Clearwater.

Clearwater, that's a nice last name, Harry thought.

"We just found your Gryffindor first-year student on the second floor." Penelope said quickly: "The one who always carries a Muggle camera--"

Penelope paused here, trying to calm her breathing.

"What's wrong with him?" Percy asked, he instinctively felt that something was wrong.

"He's petrified, just like Filch's cat last year, Mrs. Norris," Penelope sighed.

"What?" Percy asked in surprise, "Where is he? Take me to see him - Harry, go back to the dormitory first."

"I'll go and take a look too, in case I can be of any help?" said Harry. He was also quite curious about what was going on.

Percy originally wanted to refuse, but after thinking about Harry's level of magic, he agreed to his request.

The two followed Penelope and went up to the second floor.

After passing a small puddle of water and turning left, Harry saw Colin lying on the ground, holding up a camera and posing for a photo.

Next to him stood Cedric Diggory, Hufflepuff prefect.

After seeing Percy rushing over, Cedric smiled at him worriedly: "You're here?"

Then he saw Harry following behind Percy and greeted him, "Hello, Harry."

"Hello," Harry nodded and looked down at Colin lying on the ground.

Colin seemed to have been completely petrified, his skin turned grayish white. One of his eyes was tightly closed, and the other was wide open, looking at the camera's viewing hole. His other hand was still on the shutter, as if he was taking a picture of something.

"Petrified." Harry gave the exact answer without even carefully identifying it: "It's not something that a petrification spell can do, but... a very advanced petrification spell. Look, Colin has turned into stone."

To be honest, Harry felt quite sad, but he also felt that it was not bad not to be harassed.

Then he secretly despised his own thoughts. How could he think like that? Colin was already like this...

Percy squatted down and touched Colin's hand tentatively. After feeling a cool marble-like touch, he frowned and asked, "Where's Miss Farley? Hasn't she come back yet?"

"She went to inform the principal and professors." Cedric sighed, "Miss Clearwater will go to inform you. I will stay here to guard Mr. Creevey."

"Harry, what spell do you think caused this?" Cedric asked again.

Harry shook his head uncertainly. "I have never seen such a spell. Even the Stop Instant Spell doesn't work... at least I haven't seen such a spell in the books I have read."

Just as they were talking, Professor Dumbledore and a group of professors trotted over here, followed by Miss Farley, who was panting.

"Harry." Miss Farley greeted with a smile when she saw Harry.

Harry nodded in response and looked up at Dumbledore.

"Poor Colin." Professor Dumbledore sighed, shook his head, and squatted down to carefully check Colin's condition.

"I shudder just thinking about it," Professor McGonagall pressed her collar. "If the prefects hadn't been on patrol and found Mr. Creevey, who knows what would have happened to poor Mr. Creevey..."

Professor Dumbledore saw the camera in Colin's hand. He reached out and pressed on the camera. He twisted it at an angle without hurting Colin and finally took the camera off.

"Could he have taken a photo of the attacker?" Professor McGonagall asked eagerly.

Dumbledore did not answer. He frowned and looked at the camera in his hand, then reached out and pried open the back cover of the camera.

Just then, a burst of hot air hissed from the camera, and even Harry, who was two people away, could smell the pungent smell of burning plastic.

"Merlin's beard..." Professor McGonagall exclaimed. "What does this mean, Albus?"

"This means that this is an extremely evil dark magic." Dumbledore put down the camera. "I seem to have heard of it somewhere... Let me think about it..."

Everyone held their breath, afraid of disturbing Professor Dumbledore's thoughts.

"Sorry." He sighed. "At the moment, I can't think of what kind of spell could cause such damage. Perhaps I should discuss it with my old friends..."

"And what about Mr. Creevy, Professor?" Percy asked anxiously.

Dumbledore looked down at Colin and said regretfully, "Then Mr. Creevey will have to stay in the school hospital for the time being. This extremely advanced petrification spell can only be removed by a special antidote made from mandrake... But even making this potion will take some time."

"As long as there are mature mandrakes..." Professor Snape's dragging voice sounded, "I think I can still complete the antidote as soon as possible, so that Mr. Creevy, who likes to run around like a squirrel, can resume normal classes as soon as possible."

Having said that, Snape suddenly changed the subject.

"Then... I have another question - besides the four prefects who need to patrol at night, why would an irrelevant person like Mr. Potter appear here? If I remember correctly, Mr. Creevey likes to harass him recently..."

Having said that, Snape suddenly stopped talking and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

That clearly means——

Points are going to be deducted again, what a special deduction!

Hearing Snape's question, everyone turned their heads towards him.

"Oh," Professor Lockhart said suddenly, "I should explain this for Harry. Yesterday we agreed to have him come to my office tonight to help me write some replies to enthusiastic fans. I just asked him to leave the office not long ago."

Professor Snape twitched his lips, but Harry couldn't tell what he meant.

Are you happy or unhappy?

However, he generally assumed that Snape was unhappy. After all, how could Professor Snape be happy unless he saw himself being humiliated?

Harry, who had known the grievances and love-hate relationship with his parents, certainly understood that Snape's attitude towards him was complicated.

In Harry's opinion, he would never watch me die, but he wouldn't mind seeing me get into a little trouble, preferably bad luck.

"I think we should first carry Mr. Creevy to Madam Pomfrey's hospital ward." Professor McGonagall suddenly said, "Since it has been proven that Mr. Potter has nothing to do with this matter, then... Mr. Potter, you should also return to your dormitory."

"Okay, Professor McGonagall." Harry nodded, said goodbye to several professors and prefects, and turned away without any hesitation.

When we returned to the dormitory, Ron and the others were still awake.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?" Harry asked curiously.

"Not sleepy." Ron sat on the bed with one leg stretched out, as if he was just chatting. "How about you, Harry? Do you have many letters from Professor Lockhart's fans?"

"Don't mention it. It almost filled up the whole house." Harry sighed and said, "You probably can't imagine that kind of scene. Anyway, I think it's... a bit scary."

As he spoke, he walked to the bed and sat down, then took out a can of soda from the suitcase under the bed and opened it with a click.

"Guess what just happened?" he asked after taking a sip of soda.

"What happened?" the three roommates asked curiously.

Harry put down his soda and said, "When I walked to the door, I met Percy. Before I even entered the door, I heard the Ravenclaw prefect calling him, saying that something happened to Colin?"

"Something happened to Colin?" The three of them grinned together.

"Yes, he's been petrified." Harry sighed, "Just like Filch's cat last semester, he was completely petrified by a very vicious dark magic. It's not easy to break the spell. We need to wait until the mandrake matures and then prepare the antidote to break his petrification spell."

Seamus and Neville looked at each other and said excitedly, "So that means we'll have some peace and quiet from now on? No one will bother you anymore, or wait for you at the door of the classroom every day by looking at your schedule?"

In fact, Harry really didn't think of this just now, and he also felt that Colin was quite pitiful.

But after being reminded by Seamus, Colin's intensive 360-degree tracking around the clock without blind spots made his sympathy disappear in an instant.

He pressed the bed sheet with one hand and grabbed the bed post with the other, and couldn't help laughing.

But as he laughed, he felt that this was not a good idea, so he held back for a long time, trying hard to control his facial expression. He went over all the sad things he had experienced in his life in his mind before he stopped laughing and revealed a sad look.

"What a tragedy..." Harry sighed.

"Tragic." "Tragedy." "Tragedy." Ron, Seamus and Neville responded together.

"He's a... well, good classmate," Harry added.

"Not bad classmates." The three of them responded in unison.

"We should visit him in the infirmary sometime," Harry said again.

"Go visit him." The three said the same thing.

"Even if we can buy mature mandrake, it will take at least two months to brew the antidote," said Harry.

"That means Colin and his camera will be gone for at least that long," Ron added.

"Alas..." Harry sighed.

"Alas..." The three sighed together.

"But seriously, if Creevey hasn't been petrified yet..." Ron added, "I might have to petrify him too. He's just too annoying."

Harry thought about it and didn't respond.

But to be honest, he also felt that this might not be a bad thing.

The class the next morning didn't start until after eleven o'clock, so they were not in a hurry to get up. They lay in the dormitory for a long time before climbing out of bed.

When they arrived at the auditorium, the students were all talking about what had happened to Colin Creevey.

However, most of the classmates were gloating. After all, Colin was such an annoying kid. He had no sense of boundaries and always liked to grab people to take pictures.

For this reason, Draco sat next to Harry mysteriously.

"Hey, Harry." Draco asked in a low voice, "Did you petrify that Muggle-born Creevey?"

Harry gave him a puzzled look.

"You're the only one who can do this in this school." Draco said excitedly, "Can you teach me this spell? I mean, you're a legendary wizard, so this spell shouldn't be difficult for you, right?"

"What are you talking about in secret?" Ron came over and asked.

"He suspects that I petrified Colin," Harry said to Ron.

"You want a punch, Malfoy?" Ron immediately raised his fist to threaten Draco, "How could Harry do that? Professor Dumbledore said that it was an extremely advanced dark magic..."

Who would have thought that after hearing these words, Draco showed a disdainful expression. He rolled his eyes and looked at Ron with his nose up to the sky: "Silly man, you don't know this, right? Harry is a legendary wizard from a hundred years ago! That Harry Potter, the one who had a very good relationship with my great aunt..."

Harry looked at Draco and knew that this boy could not keep secrets and could not help but reveal the matter.

But he didn't stop it.

"Oh come on Malfoy." Hermione rolled her eyes and pouted, "If you want to make up a lie, make it more convincing, okay?"

"If you don't believe me, ask him!" Draco said anxiously, pointing at Harry.

Harry nodded, not trying to hide it from his friend, "Yes, I am, he is right."

Unexpectedly, Hermione and Ron laughed together when they heard Harry's confirmation.

"Come on Harry, you just make fun of us—"

"I really am." Harry picked up the napkin and dabbed it across his lips.

Hermione and Ron laughed again. They just thought Harry was making fun of them.

"Do you think we believe it?" Ron said, rolling his eyes.

Harry shrugged. Anyway, I have told the truth. If you find out the truth in the future, you can't blame me for not telling you -

Instead, Draco sat there rubbing his slicked back hair in annoyance.

Oh my god, why doesn't anyone believe me?

Everything I said is true!

"This kid never tells the truth!" Ron complained as he looked at Draco's back as he left in disappointment.

He was telling the truth, Harry thought -

In the evening, Cedric Diggory, Hufflepuff prefect, came over.

"Harry." Cedric smiled gently: "When do we start? I can't wait."

"Tonight, after dinner." Harry said softly, "Who else is in Hufflepuff besides you?"

"And Megan Jones." Cedric said with a smile, "She is a good friend of mine. She is also very interested in the Duel Cabin."

"Okay." Harry nodded. "Meet me at the stairs on the eighth floor at half past six -"

Cedric gave him an "OK" gesture and turned away.

After dinner, Harry stayed in the dormitory for a while, then went up to the eighth floor with a few friends.

As expected, Cedric was waiting there, with a brown-haired girl with freckles beside him.

"Shh." Harry made a silent gesture and said to Cedric, "Let's go first and introduce each other after we get into the house."

Cedric nodded in agreement. After all, now was not the time to just go up to the eighth floor.

Harry stood under the picture of the troll beating Barnabas to death with a club, and paced back and forth for a few times, silently saying to himself, I want a duel room...

After a while, a big door appeared under the portrait.

"Cool." Cedric exclaimed, but before he could say anything more, he was dragged into the dueling hut by Harry.

After entering, Harry said to Cedric, "Welcome to the Dueling Hut. Let me introduce them to you first. They are the backbone of the Dueling Hut last semester. They are all from Gryffindor. They are Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Seamus Finnigan and Neville Longbottom."

"Hello." Cedric smiled brightly and introduced himself to everyone: "I'm Cedric Diggory from Hufflepuff, and this is my good friend Megan Jones."

Everyone applauded in welcome, and after the welcome, Harry cleared his throat.

"We all come here to promote each other, help each other, and better master dueling skills." Harry said in his opening remarks, "The purpose of our dueling practice is not only to improve dueling skills, but also to prepare for encounters with dark wizards in the future."

"So... Cedric, Miss Jones," Harry said, "who of you would like to step forward and demonstrate the duel with me?"

"Let me do it." Cedric drew out his wand and walked to the dueling stage.

Harry also stood up and said to Ron, "Ron, you be the referee - you should know the rules of dueling, right, Cedric?"

"I understand." Cedric gave a dueling salute. "Once the referee counts to three, we'll start, right?"

Harry bowed as well, nodding to Cedric.

Ron raised his hand.

"three……"

"Expelliarmus!"

Before he finished speaking, Harry threw a spell and hit Cedric.

The wand flew high into the air and landed in Harry's hand.

Cedric looked a little dazed, he didn't expect Harry to be so disregarding of the duel rules. He used the Disarming Spell before he even finished the word "three".

"Like I said, Cedric." Harry returned the wand to him. "Our dueling hut is a preparation for future encounters with dark wizards. Dark wizards are cunning and dark by nature. They don't care about etiquette at all. So... sticking to the rules may be one of the reasons for your failure."

"I understand." Cedric nodded seriously, "Come again!"

"Okay, we'll count to three this time." Harry raised his eyebrows at Cedric.

Ron raised his hand.

"three……"

"Expelliarmus!"

This time it was Cedric who attacked first, but his spell was deflected by Harry, and he was hit back with a Disarming Spell.

Cedric responded quickly. In a hurry, he used his armor to protect himself and block the spell that Harry had given him.

However, Harry had no intention of showing any mercy, and he cast spells so quickly that it was almost impossible to keep up.

Cedric was in a panic, and was finally hit by a spell on his hand, and Harry disarmed his wand again. "You are really strong." Cedric was not discouraged, and a blazing fighting spirit burned in his eyes.

Harry smiled and said to him, "These are just some basic dueling skills. We haven't learned any relevant knowledge in our school life. Perhaps it's because the professors of Defense Against the Dark Arts are incompetent."

"Yeah." Cedric thought about it and sighed, "You know, there have been four Defense Against the Dark Arts professors since I enrolled, but it seems that except for Lockhart, none of them can be called competent."

"Why does the professor of Dark Arts change every year?" Hermione suddenly discovered the blind spot.

"Because this position has been cursed by a You-Know-Who." Ron sighed and explained to Hermione, "When the You-Know-Who came to Hogwarts, he wanted to apply for a job with Headmaster Dumbledore to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, but was rejected by Headmaster Dumbledore."

"Since then, the mysterious man has held a grudge and cursed the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts. Anyone who applies for this position will have to leave for some reason - such as death or other accidents."

"Oh my god, he's so mean." Hermione muttered indignantly, "Just because he can't get the position, he lets others have no chance of getting it. He's really selfish!"

"Who says it's not?" Ron said, spreading his hands.

Harry raised an eyebrow. Regarding Voldemort's failure to be hired as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor...

If we count it strictly, Voldemort can actually be considered as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts in another way - he doesn't mean that Voldemort stuck to the back of Professor Quirrell's head, but that Voldemort gave him 1v1 tutoring at the end of last semester.

At least Harry thought the practical lesson had gone well.

"So we should do a good job in this course, dueling is one of them." Seamus said, "I studied with Harry for a year last year, and I also learned a lot of spells..."

"Like blasting the Inferi's eyes into the Slytherin's head?" Ron grinned gleefully.

Seamus couldn't help but laugh out loud himself.

It's actually a good thing that can make Slytherin unhappy.

"So are we going to learn any new spells today?" Hermione asked expectantly. "We learned a lot of new spells last semester, such as Expelliarmus and Stunning. We should learn some new spells this semester, right? By the way, Harry, what about the Summoning Charm that you talked about with Professor Flitwick in the Charms class? Can you teach us?"

"You mean that?" Harry groaned and said, "Although the Sling Spell is a fourth-year course, it's actually not difficult."

As he spoke, he stretched out his wand and pointed it at Cedric who was standing beside him.

"Accio (come fly)!"

Cedric was standing there waiting for Harry to say something, but he didn't expect another curse to come at him.

He only felt a strong force pulling him, and he was dragged to Harry's side.

“This…” He was a little shocked, and so was Megan behind him.

"If I remember correctly, the spell book said that this spell cannot be used on humans?" Cedric asked in astonishment.

He glanced at Harry's wand and patted his clothes.

Is it true that different people's talents in magic are really different?
"That's true, Cedric." Harry said with a smile, "But have you ever thought about this question? Although this spell cannot work on the human body, it can work on people's clothes. When I use the Flying Spell to pull your clothes, doesn't it achieve the effect of pulling you along with it?"

Cedric fell into thought.

Cedric suddenly realized.

"Ah! So that's how it is!" He slammed his palm and said, "I can pull the target by pulling its clothes with a spell. Why didn't I think of that..."

"Because it's extracurricular knowledge." Ron said with his hands on his hips, smiling.

Harry used the Marking Spell to draw a trajectory of the Flying Spell in the air and began to teach everyone how to use spells.

"Like this, watch the trajectory of my wand." Harry pointed forward and said to everyone, "Think of the object you want to pull over and recite the spell loudly... Accio (Fly)!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Harry pulled a chair over from not far away.

He pushed the chair away again and demonstrated it to everyone again.

"Or this, Accio Chair!"

The chair was drawn again by the wand, and came to Harry's side.

"See?" Harry patted the chair and said, "It's like this... but you can start with small things."

Cedric and Megan looked at each other. They had not yet learned the Summoning Charm - a spell they would only learn during midterms.

But they understood the key points of what Harry said.

"Accio Chair!" Cedric waved his wand and pulled the chair away from Harry.

Harry clapped his hands and praised, "Nice spell, well done, Thad."

Cedric smiled shyly and accepted Harry's compliment.

"Accio!" Ron was not to be outdone and successfully pulled the chair away.

It should be said that the Flying Spell is not a profound spell. It can even be said to be similar to the Floating Spell. It is simple and easy to use.

Harry also didn't understand why the Sling Charm had to be learned in the fourth grade.

The order in which spells were learned was actually very unscientific, and he had long since realized this.

The Spell of Flying Spell was so simple that even Neville had a basic grasp of it after practicing it several times.

After the friends practiced happily for a while, Harry crossed his arms and said, "Now that everyone has mastered it, let's start the advanced use of this spell - you two will form groups and start practicing."

Seamus decided almost instantly to be in a group with Neville, and Cedric naturally had to be in a group with his friend Megan.

"Looks like we can only team up in two." Ron looked at Hermione helplessly.

Hermione snorted but didn't answer.

"Well." Harry smiled secretly and asked Hermione and Ron, "Why don't you two practice first?"

Ron did not refuse. He patted his wand and said, "Don't worry, Hermione, I will show mercy--"

"Oh, thank you so much, Ronald," Hermione said, rolling her eyes.

Ron raised his eyebrows and looked at Harry with a classic helpless expression: "Harry, believe me, I have always been a gentleman--"

"Well, I believe you." Harry said, trying not to laugh.

The five of them stood on the sidelines, watching Hermione and Ron together.

Hermione was the first to raise her wand, pointing it at Ron.

"Accio Ron!"

However, the spell did not react at all on Ron, and Hermione was unable to pull Ron's body through the spell.

Ron felt relieved, as he felt that at least his face was saved.

"Hermione!" Harry shouted. "Remember what I said? Don't pull Ron himself, pull his clothes - all right, Ron's turn!"

Ron took a deep breath and raised his wand.

"Accio!"

Everyone's eyes blurred, and they saw a gray shadow flying past...

Hermione felt a chill under her feet and looked down to find that her right shoe and sock were gone.

When she looked up again, she found Ron holding her gray cotton socks in his hand, staring at her in a daze.

Hermione blushed and then burst into a roar.

"Ronald Wesley!"

Hermione was so angry that her hair stood up, like an angry lion.

There was a moment of silence in the Room of Requirement, and everyone was shocked by Ron's behavior.

Then, there was a burst of wild laughter.

Seamus's laugh was especially loud.

Harry was a little stunned. He didn't expect Ron to give Hermione a "take off your socks" move.

This familiar scene reminded him of the time when he made Cassandra angry in fifth grade.

That time, it was also because of the Flying Spell that Sebastian discovered the magical effect of the Flying Spell and asked everyone to practice it on each other.

It so happened that Harry and Cassandra were alone in the Room of Requirement that day...

"Oh? Pot?" Cassandra raised her head, her eyes full of contempt. "Humph... didn't you finally come to the Room of Requirement and practice the Invite Spell with me?"

Some time ago, when Harry was practicing dueling, he was hit on the cheek by Cassandra's spell and felt pain for a long time. He subconsciously avoided confronting Cassandra in the dueling wand.

However, without Harry's company, Cassandra didn't seem to want to duel with others. She just watched Harry and others with interest from the sidelines, and ridiculed Harry with sharp words, pointing out his shortcomings in the duel.

"Poter, too slow——"

"Po Te - you are dragging your feet. How can you do this?"

"Potter! What on earth are you thinking about! Is your armor spell just for show? You silly little troll!"

Harry was really annoyed, especially when he saw Cassandra's arrogant look off the court, he was so angry that he felt helpless.

But he just couldn't quarrel with Cassandra. After all, whether he admitted it or not, he was actually Cassandra's little follower - even his good brother Gareth thought so.

"We are both leftovers," Harry said helplessly, "It's not that I want to practice with you, it's just that I have no choice -"

"Hmph." Cassandra showed a smug smile, and the teardrop mole at the corner of her eye made the smile look very proud.

She waved her wand, pointing it at Harry.

"Accio!"

Harry felt his clothes being pulled, just like when Cassandra grabbed his collar before...

Then he felt himself being pulled in front of Cassandra.

The slender hand also grabbed his collar.

"It seems..." Cassandra's lips curled up, "This spell is very suitable for me..."

"It's my turn!" Harry shouted defiantly.

"Okay." Cassandra chuckled and let go of Harry's collar. "Go ahead. I want to see your talent for this spell..."

"Accio!" Harry pointed at Cassandra...

As a result, a dark shadow flashed before him...

Harry only felt a soft and silky touch on his hand, warm and humming...

Another fragrance lingered in my nostrils for a long time...

"Po Te!"

Harry had never seen Cassandra so angry, and he felt the silky touch disappear from his hand before the garment was ripped away by a Flying Hex.

The next second, he was hit by the spell and fell to the ground.

When he woke up, Cassandra had already left, and in front of him was Vivi, a transfer student who was looking at him with concern.

"Are you awake?" she said softly. "When I came to the Room of Requirement, you were lying here - I didn't dare disturb you."

Harry rubbed his head and it felt like it was exploding with pain.

"Nothing - where's Cassandra?" he asked.

"When I came over, you were the only one in the room." Weiwei said softly, "Do you need me to help you find her? She seems to be sulking in the dormitory now..."

"No thanks." Harry waved his hand and staggered out of the Room of Requirement.

He planned to apologize to Cassandra later, but that evening in the auditorium, Cassandra took a detour when she saw him.

This went on for several days, and Harry even cornered Cassandra after class to apologize to her.

"I didn't mean to do that, Miss Malfoy, I -"

"You are really annoying, Pot." Cassandra's bright eyes were full of disgust. "Stay away from me——"

Harry felt a sharp pain in his heart. He really didn't mean it. It would be helpful if Cassandra could just listen to his explanation...

Cassandra glanced down at him, then turned and walked away, leaving Harry standing there at a loss.

Really disgusted, Harry felt extremely regretful. He really wanted to slap his claws. Why didn't he pay more attention when practicing spells? !

Is this good? Cassandra hates me...

What Harry didn't notice was that Cassandra paused for a long moment when she turned the corner.

When she confirmed that he did not catch up with her to continue apologizing, anger really ignited in Cassandra's eyes.

Pote! Pote, pote, pote!
Shameless! Bastard! Disgusting! Silly little troll Pot!
And then... Cassandra didn't speak to Harry until after Christmas.

Reminiscing about the past, Harry stared at Hermione who was grabbing Ron's collar and roaring at him, and thought to himself - how great it would be if Cassandra could be like Hermione at that time?
Cedric noticed Harry's disappointment and stepped forward and asked with concern, "What's wrong, Harry?"

"Oh, nothing." Harry sorted out his emotions and smiled at Cedric: "It's just that I remembered some little things from the past. Youth, isn't it?"

"I think Hermione must like Ron." Cedric lowered his voice and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "God, if she hated Ron, she would have cursed Ron's face when the socks were taken off - or just ignored him instead of getting angry like this..."

Harry felt even more lost after hearing what Cedric said.

Yes, it turns out that...

Does Cassandra hate me like this?

Harry actually had this feeling a long time ago, but after Cedric pointed it out, he still felt a little uncomfortable.

But he didn't expect Cassandra to like him - think about it, he was just a poor boy whose parents had both passed away, he was penniless, and he had to rely on scholarships to go to school - and Cassandra? She was the eldest daughter of the Malfoy family.

He had originally felt a little secretly delighted because Cassandra had traveled through time to find him, but Cedric's words soon disturbed him and he became conflicted again.

I should wait until I find Cassandra and ask her in person what she really thinks.

After all, Kate abandoned her loved ones for her own sake...

"But Ron is really a bastard." Cedric said cheerfully, "You see, it's rare for a little wizard to use a spell to take off a little witch's socks..."

"Indeed." Harry nodded heavily: "Indeed he is a bastard."

This wasn't a comment on Ron, it was a comment on Harry himself.

It took a long time before Ron was released by the furious Hermione.

He rubbed the inside of his arm and sniffed his face, breathing in cold air.

"Look." He rolled up his sleeves, "Look inside! It's all purple! She's really violent!"

When everyone gathered around and took a look, they saw that seven purple stars were pinched out of Ron's arm - the arrangement seemed familiar to them.

"Oh, isn't this Orion?" Seamus suddenly pointed at the seven purple stars and said, "Look, there are four stars on the top, bottom, left and right, and the three stars in the middle are the sword..."

You know what, after Seamus said that, they do look alike.

"I didn't expect that Gryffindor girls would be so artistic." Cedric commented sharply, "Look at our Hufflepuff girls... well, Hufflepuff girls are still very gentle."

"Yes, the seniors from Ravenclaw are intellectual and elegant, while the seniors from Slytherin are noble and reserved—" Seamus also followed with a sharp comment.

"What about Gryffindor?" asked Neville stupidly.

"It hurts when a Gryffindor girl hits you!" Ron said without thinking, gasping as he spoke, the pain in his arm making him feel like it was on fire.

Everyone burst into laughter at Ron's sharp comment - even Hermione couldn't help laughing.

It was nothing, Ron's words were the most truthful and sharp comment, after all, he had just been beaten up by a Gryffindor girl.

"I hope you'll find a Gryffindor girlfriend in the future." Hermione raised her fist and said, "Let her beat you every day! Taste the iron fist from Gryffindor!"

Ron sniffed and retorted, "Oh, look at you, Hermione. Who would want to be a girlfriend to a violent girl like you?"

The two looked at each other for a while, and seemed to be disgusted with each other.

Finally, they turned their heads away from each other and uttered a uniform "hum".

Harry couldn't help laughing out loud again.

After the episode just now, they practiced in the Room of Requirement until after nine o'clock, and the first organized activity of the Duel Hut after recruiting new members was officially declared over.

"There are classes tomorrow." Cedric said, "Tomorrow morning's class is Potions... God, to be honest, I really don't dare to attend Potions class."

"Hufflepuff is not Gryffindor after all." Ron commented sharply: "Professor Snape always hates Gryffindor the most, not Hufflepuff."

"In his eyes, our heads are full of chinweed—" said Cedric.

"In his eyes, we are little trolls who are ignorant and unlearned." Ron said the same thing, and pointed at Hermione: "Except for Hermione, she is Miss Know-It-All."

"You learned it wrong." Harry grabbed Ron and imitated Professor Snape's greasy and dragging voice and said, "It should be like this - Hermione raised her hand and said, 'Professor, I know this question', and then Professor Snape said, 'Miss Know-it-all answered first - Gryffindor deducted ten points'."

This passage was imitated vividly, and it sounded very much like Professor Snape's tone.

Everyone laughed out loud when they heard Harry's imitation, even Hermione was no exception.

"Oh my god, Harry, oh my god." Hermione held her waist and laughed, "If Hogwarts held a competition to imitate Professor Snape, he would definitely win second place."

"What about the first place?" Neville suddenly asked.

"Harry, of course," they all said in unison.

Harry bowed slightly to them and smiled very reservedly: "Thank you all for your affirmation -"

Fortunately, this is the Room of Requirement, so when you are playing with Cricket Snape, the old professor will not suddenly appear behind you and catch you.

After leaving the Room of Requirement, Cedric invited them to go to the Hogwarts kitchen for something to eat.

But Hermione said it was getting late and it would be better to go back to the dormitory to rest - after all, she didn't want to be caught by the professors for night outings and have Gryffindor points deducted.

Everyone knows that Miss Know-It-All's college has a strong sense of collective honor.

Besides, they were not hungry, so they declined Cedric's invitation and returned to the Gryffindor common room together.

"Ronald!" Hermione whispered, "I don't allow you to tell anyone about what happened today - and you guys, don't leak it out! Do you hear me?"

"Don't worry, I won't even tell my parents!" Ron nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"What's the matter?" Neville looked at Hermione's angry expression with fear and swallowed: "I don't even tell myself--"

"I hope so, Neville." Hermione snorted in warning and turned to the girls' dormitory.

Neville swallowed and said to Ron, "Oh my god, Ron, I think you're absolutely right - Gryffindor girls really hurt when they hit people!"

"I never lie!" Ron rolled his eyes and rolled up his sleeves again to show the Orion stars that Hermione gave him: "Look, it's still purple here... God, I really doubt whether these seven purple stars can be eliminated by Christmas..."

"Okay, Ron." Harry patted Ron's shoulder: "Go to bed quickly, and don't forget - there is a Potions class tomorrow."

When they heard the word "Potions Class", the faces of the three of them immediately fell.

Potions class...

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