Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 144 How to Replenish Magic Power (12000 words)
Mr. Flamel's words caused the entire alchemy room to fall silent.

The most silent ones are the Scamander family.

Newt looked at Mr. Flamel in shock, thinking, didn't we reach an agreement before? We must help my aunt and Potter...

Mr. Flamel, Mr. Flamel, I didn't expect that you would be the first to rebel!
Pabbie wanted to sniff hard to express his protest, but he didn't dare to do so in front of Vivi.

"What kind of method is this to replenish magic power?"

Harry was shocked, he could never have imagined that after absorbing the Philosopher's Stone, he would have such an effect?

What is this? A self-propelled humanoid magic stone? Or...

"As you can see, Mr. Potter." Mr. Flamel trotted over to Vivi. "Well, Vivi, why don't you give it a try?"

Only then did Vivi put away her surprised look, walked to Harry's side, and took Harry's hand.

She only felt a warm current flowing in from the place where her two hands met, gradually circulating in her body, and slowly, she felt as if the magic power was reviving.

"It's so slow." she said softly.

"I told you, it has to be a large area of ​​contact." Mr. Flamel crossed his arms, "Not only will this affect the speed of magic recovery, it will also affect the strength of magic... You don't want to have the magic strength of a first-year student, do you?"

"Oh."

Vivi nodded and looked at Harry.

"Harry, give me your other hand," she said.

Harry's little face flushed red. He hesitated, but Vivi grabbed his other hand.

Vivi's hands are soft and delicate, and really comfortable to hold.

"Eh? What's going on?"

Pappy suddenly exclaimed.

Harry, awakened from his intoxication, raised his head and asked blankly, "What's wrong?"

"Look at Vivi's hair!" Pappy exclaimed. "It's changed color!"

Harry looked up at Vivi and found that Vivi's hair was no longer the previous silver color, but turned into a light golden color.

"What's going on, Mr. Flamel?" Harry looked at Mr. Flamel in confusion and asked.

"Oh, it might be because of her body." Mr. Flamel squinted at Vivi's hair and said to Harry, "You don't need to worry - the color of her hair represents the magic index in her body... When the color becomes lighter, it means you need to continue to replenish her magic."

"Is there such a saying?" Harry was stunned.

He didn't know why, but he recalled the time when he secretly played Dalinar's game console, and the battery level on the screen showed...

Could it be that magic is like electricity, and Vivi's hair is the indicator of the level of electricity?
Silver means the battery is exhausted, and gold means it is fully charged?
“It’s a bit like a Muggle battery.” Newt made a sharp comment without knowing whether he would live or die, expressing the thoughts of most people present.

Theseus was worried about his good brother... After so many years, my stupid brother still couldn't change his bad habit of suddenly complaining.

"Now that you put it that way, they do look alike."

Vivi didn't feel offended. She took Harry's hand, walked to the chair and sat down, pulling him and holding him in her arms.

Harry felt like he was trapped in a soft embrace. He was caught off guard and subconsciously tried to escape, but Vivi's arms wrapped around his waist.

"Be good and don't move." Vivi said softly.

Harry froze in place, still sitting on Vivi's lap. It was not right to leave, nor was it right to continue sitting there.

However, this way, Vivi's magic power recovered faster, and her hair was recovering its original color at a speed almost visible to the naked eye.

Newt suddenly cleared his throat.

"Ms. Grindelwald, I need to remind you that Mr. Potter is only twelve years old."

Newt tried his best to appear considerate of both of them.

For the happiness of his aunt, he decided to rush -

He thought that at least he had to bring Miss Grindelwald back to the same starting line as his aunt.

"As his professor next semester, I think I need to remind you that he is still a child..."

After saying this, Newt felt as if he had used up all his courage in his life.

But, for my aunt...

Pabbie stretched out his mouth, grabbed the corner of Newt's clothes, and pulled it back hard.

She was really afraid that the scary transfer student would suddenly get angry and bring disaster to her old nephew.

"You are right, Professor Scamander." Vivi smiled and ruffled Harry's messy hair: "But I think, precisely because Harry is still a child, I should not let him go--"

"You like...?" Newt looked at Vivi in ​​shock, as if he was shocked by her XP.

Weiwei glanced at him and said, "I think you should establish healthy values, Professor Scamander - it is precisely because Harry is still a child that I don't need to avoid suspicion, right...my dear brother?"

Vivi said the last sentence close to Harry's ear.

The warm, fragrant breath tickled Harry's ears, making them really tickle.

This sentence left Newt speechless.

So, does that mean my thinking is unhealthy?
He turned to look at Tina and Theseus and asked silently with his mouth: "Is it really my unhealthy mind?"

Tina nodded hesitantly, while Theseus shook his head frantically.

Judging from what he said, it was obvious that... You actually believed the cunning Grindelwald?
However, at this moment, Harry suddenly thought of Cassandra.

The last time I was hugged by Vivi because I was injured, I happened to meet Cassandra passing by.

Cassandra seemed very angry at the time, but she said nothing, just glanced and left.

Harry suddenly felt a sense of guilt. He sighed and said, "I remember when I was at the Malfoy's house, Mr. Septimus told me that Cassandra seemed to be trying to travel through time to find me a hundred years later... But I haven't found any clues since I got the news until now..."

At these words, Mr. Flamel suddenly moved again.

He trotted slowly to another room, and in everyone's expectant and curious eyes, he came back with a letter.

"Weiwei, this is a letter someone asked me to pass on to you."

Mr. Flamel's eyes sparkled with the gleam of an old man, and he looked at Vivi expectantly.

"Who wrote this?" Weiwei took the letter curiously.

Harry also leaned over to take a look, and the signature on it was a name that no one could have imagined.

CC Malfoy.

Vivi raised her eyebrows slightly, put Harry on the ground, patted him and motioned him to sit aside.

Harry, who was slapped, felt as if he was being treated like a child. He looked at Vivi angrily and stretched his neck to see what was written on the letter.

After all, he was raised by Cassandra, so how could he remain indifferent to her news?
"This is a letter from Kate, Harry." Vivi reached out and ruffled Harry's hair, saying softly, "Let me finish reading it, okay?"

"Okay." Harry could only walk aside and sit down.

Vivi raised her head, glanced at Mr. Flamel, then looked at Harry who was sitting next to her, and finally lowered her head and opened the envelope.

Cat stealing fish:
Congratulations on breaking free from the constraints of time and coming to Potter's side.

I hope you can shoulder your responsibility as a friend and take good care of the careless and stupid Potter.

By the way, please tell that silly little troll that being careless is not a good habit. A qualified wizard should always be on guard against sneak attacks from the dark.

Also, please allow me to toast to your friendship.

Your best friend
CC Malfoy

Vivi read the letter with a smile, and at the end, she raised her head calmly.

The image of a beautiful blonde with a mocking smile on her lips seemed to appear before her eyes, raising her goblet to toast her from afar.

"What did Cassandra write on it?" Harry asked concernedly.

Everyone gathered together, wanting to know what was written on it.

"Oh," Vivi said softly, handing the letter to Harry.

There was a raging fire of war in her eyes.

As the person who knows Cassandra best, Vivi can certainly understand the subtext of this letter.

The whole letter was about how she had merely gained the upper hand and had won unfairly, but she still maintained that aristocratic, sarcastic tone.

Especially the name that looks up...the fish-stealing cat?

What do you take me, Grindelwald?
Vivi's eyes gradually grew colder. She had originally planned to wait until Cassandra was rescued before launching an offensive, but she reaffirmed her determination.

Ah……

Kate...

Didn't you say I was cheating?

So what if I wait for you for some time?

With your tsundere personality, do you still expect to win Harry's heart?

Just wait, I will defeat you head-on once again!

At this moment, the people around also passed around Cassandra's letter.

Everyone had their own thoughts, especially the Scamander family who had heard what Pabbie had said about Cassandra.

How could we expect a woman who said one thing and thought another to be able to defeat Miss Grindelwald, the gentle older sister who was of such a high level?
The three Scamanders looked at each other, and all felt sorry for Miss Malfoy.

OMG…

However, Newt suddenly had an idea.

Eh?
Is it possible to unite with the Malfoy family and defeat Grindelwald first?
This is the strategic rule of offshore balancing hand and continental balance of power passed down by our ancestors!
Can you be as smart as our ancestors?
The more Newt thought about it, the more feasible it seemed to him. He planned to get in touch with Mr. Lucius, the school director, when he returned to Hogwarts to teach.

No, that's not right.

I remember my aunt said that Harry gave her the position of Hogwarts director. Does that mean... my aunt will also be a Hogwarts director in the future?
"So, have you heard from Cassandra?" Harry asked Mr. Flamel.

Mr. Flamel shook his head and said to Harry with a smile, "You should know Miss Malfoy. She just left a letter here but didn't tell me where she would be... But I recommend you ask someone with the gift of prophecy."

"Prophet's gift?" Newt thought for a moment and said to Mr. Flamel, "But I remember that the Trelawney family has lost this prophetic blood power, and it is difficult for the current Lady Sybill Trelawney to make any accurate predictions in a sober state. If we rely on her..."

"Isn't there another prophet?" Mr. Flamel smiled mysteriously and turned his gaze to Vivi.

Vivi?

Could it be that Vivi also has the gift of prophecy? Harry scratched his head. He had never heard of it.

But the others present understood what was going on.

Miss Grindelwald does not have the gift of prophecy, but everyone knows that her brother, Gellert Grindelwald, is a natural prophet.

"If I remember correctly, your brother is a natural prophet, right?" Mr. Flamel said with a smile: "Ah, in those days, his prophetic gift really caused Albus and us a lot of trouble..."

"How is this possible?" Newt knocked on the table. "Oh my God, I don't believe that Grindelwald would use his gift of prophecy to find the location of Miss Malfoy. I absolutely don't believe it..."

He certainly wouldn't believe in Gellert's integrity. In Newt's opinion, Grindelwald was definitely a staunch supporter of Harvey.

Need I say more? The younger brother is of course on the side of his sister!
"We should set off for Nurmengard as soon as possible." Vivi said softly, "Cassandra's matter cannot be delayed. God knows what kind of accident she will encounter the longer we delay..."

"There's no need to rush, Vivi." Harry said hesitantly, "Are you sure your body... can handle it? I mean... we all know your brother's character. You should be fully prepared before going to Nurmengard."

"Ha!" Weiwei's eyes suddenly flashed with anger. "Perfect preparation? How dare he attack me, his sister? Does he think the magic world will mourn for him?!"

Upon hearing this, Newt and Theseus' faces froze at the same time.

These words... these words are so damn familiar.

I remember that when Newt was at Père Lachaise Cemetery, he was questioned by the jealous Mr. Grindelwald.

The original words were "Mr. Scamander, do you think Dumbledore will mourn for you?"

Oh my god, it’s such a bad memory that it made me stop spinning.

"I think you should not be too confident, Miss Grindelwald." Newt suggested tentatively: "How about... we go with you? In case there are any accidents..."

"Thank you for your kindness, Professor Scamander." Vivi said softly, "However, this is our Grindelwald's family affair. I don't believe that my brother dares to fight with me..."

Newt opened his mouth but didn't say anything.

Vivi was right. This was someone else's family affair, and it was not appropriate for him, an outsider with the surname Scamander, to get involved.

Besides, family disgrace should not be made public. What if that old man Grindelwald did something... No, that's right, it's really... uh...

Newt thought of the relationship between Grindelwald and Dumbledore, which was closer than that of brothers, and he shuddered subconsciously.

Oh my God, now he not only wanted to say sorry for Grindelwald, but also wanted to mourn for Dumbledore.

However, Newt had no intention of reminding Professor Dumbledore.

On the one hand, it is a trust in the strength of the most powerful wizard of this century.

On the other hand, Dumbledore is right.

"Is this really okay?" Harry asked Vivi in ​​a low voice, "Do you want to add a little more magic power..."

"Oh, I need to remind you..." Mr. Flamel suddenly said, "Replenishing magic power also has disadvantages. After all, your contact is not close enough, so although the effect of the magic power is maintained for a long time, the magic power is not strong enough..."

Vivi took out her wand and cast a spell at the ceiling.

"Lumos!"

Harry looked at the flickering light on the stick and scratched his head.

"Expelliarmus!"

The spell hit the lamp, and the candles on it fell down with a crackling sound.

"I don't recommend you to experiment again, Vivi." Mr. Flamel sighed: "My alchemy room can no longer withstand your destruction..."

"It's pretty much what I expected," Weiwei said cheerfully, "Although the actual effect may be a little worse, but with my dueling experience, I should have no problem dealing with an ordinary dark wizard."

"An ordinary dark wizard?" Newt said quickly, "Miss Grindelwald, your brother is not an ordinary dark wizard. He is a dark wizard who has caused a huge stir in Europe."

"I see." Vivi looked at Harry, "Harry, would you like to go with me?"

"Of course," Harry replied, "Even if you can't beat Gellert, don't you still have me?"

His impression of Gellert has always remained that of the eight-year-old boy from a hundred years ago.

That little sunflower parrot, the one that had a grudge against him.

However, Harry did not underestimate his enemy. A name that could be on the Chocolate Frog card was certainly not mediocre, not to mention that he was Dumbledore's mortal enemy when he was young. How could his spell skills be bad?

"I think you should replenish your magic power, Vivi." Pappy raised his head and said, "Even if Gellert Grindelwald still recognizes you as his sister, the dark wizards under him may not recognize you..."

Newt lowered his head and sighed silently.

Oh my god, my aunt, you are so honest...

Isn't this just handing Mr. Potter over to Miss Grindelwald?

"You're right." Vivi chuckled, reached out and pulled Harry over, ignoring his protests, and held him in her arms and sat on the chair.

"Are you shy?" Vivi whispered in Harry's ear.

Harry froze for a moment, but he stopped struggling after being so irritated by these words.

"How come? Isn't it just to replenish your magic power?"

Harry wanted to relax, but found that he couldn't do it at all. He was still sitting tensely on Vivi's legs.

It should be said that this was the most intimate contact Harry had with a girl.

Even a hundred years ago, Harry had never... well, not really. What he didn't know was that after being knocked unconscious by the spell, he had enjoyed Cassandra's lap pillow - although when he showed signs of waking up, Cassandra quickly threw him aside, causing him to be knocked unconscious again.

"Thinking about Kate?" Vivi suddenly asked.

"Well, no," Harry said truthfully.

There was a moment of silence between the two.

"Don't worry, Harry," Vivi said softly, "She is not only your friend, but also my best friend. I don't want her to sleep somewhere forever... Besides, you promised Mr. Malfoy that you would find his daughter safely."

"Yeah." Harry nodded. Even though Cassandra was sometimes really... he still missed her very much.

Sometimes when he thinks about it carefully, at Hogwarts a hundred years ago, apart from the Weasley family, Cassandra was the only one who treated him unconditionally well.

Although he didn't know why, that was the fact.

Even though she was harsh in her words and Harry still felt that she was annoying at the time...but afterwards Harry still felt that she was indeed a nice person.

"Actually," Harry said softly, "I miss her too. I even want to see her now..."

Weiwei suddenly became alert.

what happened?

I remember you thought Malfoy was the most annoying thing, didn't you? Why do you suddenly miss her now?

Could it be that you have changed your personality?

But no matter what, the proud Vivi didn't intend to play any tricks. Being able to endure a hundred years of loneliness itself represents Cassandra's feelings for Harry - Vivi is also someone who has experienced a hundred years of loneliness, so of course she knows what it feels like.

As proud as she was, she simply couldn't say anything bad about Cassandra behind her back or create trouble between her and Harry.

As for the winner, she thought, let's wait until we meet to decide who's better.

"We will meet," Weiwei comforted softly, "Don't worry, once we and Gale find out Cassandra's whereabouts, I will help you find her."

Newt, who was standing next to him, heard this and looked at Tina.

It seems that Miss Grindelwald...is not as bad as her brother?

From her character, Newt felt that Miss Grindelwald should be a woman who was sincere to her friends and loyal to her lover... How could such a person be the sister of Grindelwald? He was puzzled.

Or, when did the Grindelwald family break down the "feng shui" that the Eastern wizards often talk about, and produce a bad guy like Gellert?

Madame Flamel came out at some point and snuggled up to Mr. Flamel, looking at Harry and Vivi with an aunt's smile.

"Young people," Perenal Flamel said with emotion, "Nicol, were we like this when we were young?"

"Yes." Mr. Flamel sighed, "We were so innocent back then that we blushed even when we walked hand in hand by the river."

"Yes, those were really good days," Mrs. Flamel recalled. "Only six hundred years ago, the water of the Seine was as clear as crystal, and the air was not as polluted as it is now. You could even drink the river water directly without getting sick..."

"Why does this sentence sound so much like a lyric?" Tina asked Newt in a low voice.

Newt also whispered, "It's a German folk song, 'We Hope Old Emperor William Comes Back'."

"Oh." Tina nodded suddenly.

Harry pulled a chocolate bar out of his wallet and prepared to take a bite.

Just as he was about to put it in his mouth, he suddenly saw Pappy approaching from the side.

"What are you eating? Break some off for me!" she said.

As she spoke, she was about to take a bite of the chocolate bar in Harry's hand.

But Harry grabbed him by the horn.

"Ouch, it hurts, it hurts~" she cried, "Please be gentle, it hurts so much..."

"You're still pretending?" Harry snorted. "Mr. Flamel told me that you can't eat human food at all... By the way, Mr. Flamel, what's wrong with Pappy? Why is he always like this?"

"Well," said Mr. Flamel, looking at the pitiful Pappy, "there are indeed some minor problems, but..."

"But the problem has been solved!" Pappy raised his head with full energy and jumped up and down happily.

But Vivi frowned slightly and looked at Pappy who was still jumping around.

Pabbie noticed Vivi's eyes that seemed to see through something. She put down her front hoof a little embarrassedly and chuckled twice.

"Hey, I forgot this is in Mr. Flamel's alchemy room." She said embarrassedly, "If I break something, it will be broken..."

"Didn't she say she couldn't taste anything?" Harry continued, "Last time I took dark chocolate by mistake for milk chocolate, and she took it seriously, saying that the dark chocolate was sweet..."

"So I don't recommend that you continue to feed her. After all, as I said, her body is different from that of a normal unicorn." Mr. Flamel sighed.

"What should we do?" Harry asked, "Pappy can't keep on like this, can he?"

He turned his head again, raised his face and asked Weiwei: "Weiwei, didn't we agree to show Pappy her body after you come back? Do you have any good ideas to turn her back into human form?"

"I don't have any good solution for now, but we can carefully record Pabby's symptoms, and when we return to Hogwarts, we can go to the map room to consult the three professors." Vivi suggested softly.

"What a good idea!" Harry clapped his hands. "Professor Rackham is very knowledgeable. He must have a way."

But from his angle, he couldn't see that Vivi was looking at Papi with complicated eyes.

"Well, we've been chatting for so long, it's time for dinner." Mr. Flamel suddenly changed the subject. He looked at Vivi who was holding Harry and said, "You've been trapped in Slytherin's study for so long. I'm sure you've missed your hometown food... Perenelle just asked Lucy to cook some of your hometown food. I hope she hasn't forgotten the Austrian Empire's dishes after all these years."

"It's the Austro-Hungarian Empire." Vivi corrected. She seemed to have an unimaginable obsession with this country.

"You should understand an old man, Vivi." Mr. Flamel sighed sadly: "In the first half of my life, that country has always been called the 'Holy Roman Empire'..."

"If you call me that, I have no objection." Weiwei raised her eyebrows and said, "Greater Germany should be together, not scattered into countless pieces."

Newt turned around and whispered to Theseus and Tina: "But in fact, the Holy Roman Empire is also fragmented..."

What you said makes so much sense, I'm speechless.

The dinner was sumptuous, perhaps because it was to entertain the guests, or perhaps because Lucy was serving her hostess again. In short... this dinner was not much worse than the one in the Vienna court back then.

“I have to say, I really like this Tafelspitz.”

After Harry finished eating the beef and sausage in the bowl, he picked up the bread and wiped the soup in the bowl, dipped it full of soup, and paired it with a bite of fried pork cutlet. It was simply the ultimate enjoyment on earth.

In fact, Austria has a long beef culture, and beef can be seen in many recipes that have been passed down for hundreds of years. Among these recipes, one of the most famous dishes is Tafelpitz, which Harry is enjoying now. It is one of Emperor Franz Joseph I's favorite dishes.

The dish involves simmering beef in broth for hours until it's so tender it melts on your tongue.

It is served with potato borscht, root vegetables, horseradish, applesauce and chive sauce.

"If Miss Malfoy saw you like this she'd say you're dishonourable, Harry."

Pabbie spoke softly at the side, her saliva almost dripping to the ground.

"In her words, only barbarians would be so disrespectful as to not even spare the soup."

"is it?"

Weiwei didn't know when the soup in the plate appeared on the bread. She elegantly cut the bread into small pieces with a knife and put them in her mouth.

"Hmm... not bad," she commented, "I personally think that Kate doesn't know what real deliciousness is."

Pabbie looked at Vivi who was imitating her, then looked at Harry who was grinning at Vivi, and suddenly understood where Cassandra lost.

Although she has cultivated this little cabbage for such a long time, Pabbie asked herself that she was a little moved now, not to mention Harry.

Such a considerate big sister is really touching, isn’t she?
The dessert after the meal is the classic Viennese court dessert - Emperor's pancake.

Kaiserschmarrn is one of the most famous and popular traditional Austrian desserts. It is a light caramel pancake made from flour, eggs, sugar, salt and milk mixed into a batter and baked with butter. It tastes between a muffin and a cake, and is sweet and delicious. It is paired with fruits, raisins, almonds, jam, milk or hot cocoa. It is simply a rare delicacy.

This delicacy got its name from the fact that it was loved by Emperor Franz Joseph I. The name is a combination of the words Kaiser (German: Emperor) and Schmarrn (hodgepodge).

Emperor pancakes were a very popular delicacy during the Austro-Hungarian Empire, but there are different opinions about the origin of the pancakes.

One version is that Franz Joseph I and his queen, Princess Sissi, were traveling in the Alps and had lunch at a farmer's house. The farmer was so nervous that he threw all the best ingredients into the pan to make pancakes. Then, because his hands were shaking too much, he accidentally smashed the pancakes. In order to cover the mess, the farmer poured plum jam on it. Fortunately, Franz Joseph I thought the dish was delicious and named it Kaiserschmarrn.

"So is this Emperor Pancake really named after that legend?" Tina asked Vivi while eating.

As a country with a somewhat barren food scene, the United States is of course more curious about the legends of Old World cuisine.

What's more, this thing can be traced back to the Austrian court... and Miss Grindelwald in front of him might be one of the parties involved.

"That should be the case, at least that's what my aunt told me." Weiwei seemed to be reminiscing, but she smiled and said, "However, there are also many delicacies that are forcibly labeled as being related to the emperor. But my uncle is more generous and did not pursue these people. He just tasted it himself. If it suits his taste, he would ask the imperial chefs in the palace to learn. If it doesn't suit his taste, he would ask them to remove the emperor's label."

"He is a real gourmet and is afraid of ruining his reputation." Vivi said humorously at the end.

Such little stories liven up the atmosphere after dinner.

"What about us in Britain?" Newt asked Theseus again, "Does Britain have delicacies that have been selected by the kings or queens?"

"Uh..." Theseus racked his brains and finally came up with an answer: "French food?"

Hearing this, Flamel, who was drinking his tea, almost choked.

He let out a loud crack that shook the earth, but he held his chest for a long time before he recovered.

"What's wrong, Mr. Flamel?" Newt asked concernedly.

"Ribs..." Mr. Flamel gasped. "Broken ribs!"

After a hectic recovery, Mr. Flamel's ribs were reattached.

"You probably don't know, Mr. Scamander." Vivi said leisurely, "Back then in Britain, even the menus were in French..."

"How do you know this?" Newt asked in astonishment, "Aren't you from Austria-Hungary? Why do you know about British affairs?"

"Because this incident became a laughing stock throughout Europe..." Weiwei picked up the cup of hot cocoa on the table, "It is said that when George V of the United Kingdom was in power, he was extremely fascinated by everything French - including French cuisine, of course. He even decided to officially change the royal menu to French. As a result, the ministers of the empire followed suit, and this became a common practice in the United Kingdom."

Weiwei did not lie. Since 1880, the royal family has almost switched to writing menus in French. In other words, since 1880, the British royal family has written menus in French for every state banquet in the past.

In fact, the current British royal family is the descendant of the Normandy royal family of France. French was once the language of the British upper class. In Britain at that time, speaking pure French represented a reflection of having received a good aristocratic education.

Of course, this is not just the case in the UK. In fact, it is the case in many European countries, such as Tsarist Russia. If you have seen "War and Peace", you will find that the conversations between the nobles in it are mostly in French.

In Queen Victoria's 1899 menu, only the last column, buffet, is in English.

(Menu for the Queen's accession to the throne in 1953)
"I feel a little breathless." Theseus grabbed his collar, "Oh my God, this is clearly the world of Muggles, but why do I feel so ashamed?"

"In the world of food, you just get used to it." Mr. Flamel said with a hint of sarcasm: "British food? Even dogs won't eat it..."

"At least our English breakfast is delicious!" Harry retorted.

Mr. Flamel snorted. This was the natural incompatibility between the French and the British.

"But your British food is just not delicious. I need to remind you that your British King Henry I ignored the doctor's advice and enjoyed a large amount of stewed lampreys during his inspection in Normandy. He eventually died on the toilet due to indigestion!"

Harry took a deep breath.

He picked up a napkin from the side, dipped his fork in some water, put the napkin on the fork, and waved it like a white flag.

"Okay, I surrender."

Mr. Flamel stopped talking suddenly and glared at Harry fiercely.

"What does this mean?" Vivi asked curiously, looking at the white flag made by Harry.

It should be said that it seemed that Newt and Theseus didn't know either. Only Tina sat there, laughing.

Harry told these people who didn't know the Muggle world about the story of World War II, especially about how art students quickly traveled to France.

Newt and Theseus suddenly realized that this was what he was referring to - they hadn't reacted just now.

"It didn't even last as long as one of the Russian buildings," Harry commented sharply at the end.

Mr. Flamel stood up and trotted out of the restaurant.

Seeing Mr. Flamel being driven away in anger, Harry smiled with a very evil smile. He took two bites of the emperor's pancake and suddenly felt that the taste was very familiar.

"Actually, I think it tastes a bit like rock cake." Harry began to comment. "By the way, Hagrid is the gamekeeper. Vivi, I'm going to recommend him to be Professor Scamander's assistant. He's very nice to me and a very interesting friend. When we return to Hogwarts, I'll introduce him to you."

"Okay." Weiwei held the cup and nodded gently, "But... Rock Cake? This name sounds a bit scary."

"How should I put it? Just like its name, it's hard..." Harry shuddered when he thought of the hardness of the rock cake when he first bit it. "But it tastes good after you soften it with water or hot milk. It tastes like this emperor pancake, which is really good."

"I'm very familiar with this Hagrid you mentioned." Newt smiled happily: "If I could have him as my assistant, I would be very happy and it would save me a lot of trouble."

"By the way, Vivi." Harry looked at Vivi and asked, "What are your plans for the next few days?"

"What about me?" Weiwei raised her head, thought for a moment, and said with a clever smile, "I will definitely go back to Hogwarts with you. Have you forgotten? I am just a student who just finished the fifth grade not long ago. I have only passed the OWLs and have not taken the NEWTs yet. I have to finish the seventh grade anyway."

"Given your level of magic, you don't need to go to school at Hogwarts, right, Miss Grindelwald?"

Theseus suddenly said that he also felt that he should do something for his aunt.

"I suggest that you should come to the Ministry of Magic. Perhaps being an Auror would be more suitable for you."

"You asked the sister of a dark wizard to catch a dark wizard?" Weiwei asked with a smile, "Aren't you afraid that she will collude with the dark wizards?"

Theseus choked.

"I still stick to my point of view." Theseus was unwilling to give up: "You are really born to be an Auror. You should do this kind of work."

"But I don't have any magic power now. I need to borrow some from Harry, right?"

Vivi reached out and ruffled Harry's messy hair. The latter squinted his eyes, seeming to enjoy the touch from his older sister.

She was fed up with Harry's character. The child in front of her lost his mother when he was young and was a typical person who longed for maternal love. For such a child, it was best to give him the greatest tolerance and pampering, so that he could rely on her and they could never be separated.

As for Cassandra's method? Ha, may she stay single forever.

Not to mention Harry, any normal boy probably wouldn't be able to stand the way she expresses her love.

"So, what should we do about Professor Dumbledore?" Harry asked suspiciously, "If I want to study at Hogwarts, I think I need to go through some kind of assessment, right?"

"It's the Book of Admission and the Pen of Acceptance," Newt said suddenly. "The Pen of Acceptance is needed to write Miss Grindelwald's name on the Book of Admission so that she can get the opportunity to study at Hogwarts."

"But wasn't it written once a hundred years ago?" Harry asked puzzledly: "Logically speaking, she is not considered a graduate..."

"She's not even British, Harry." Newt raised his eyes and glanced at Vivi secretly. Seeing that she was not looking at him, he quickly lowered his head and said quickly: "If I remember correctly, this book should only record the names of people who are currently in the British Isles."

"Did it write automatically?" Harry asked curiously.

“I don’t know the exact principle,” Newt shook his head and said, “but from what I heard, it is indeed the case - but I have never heard of the name of a transfer student appearing on it... If I remember correctly, Miss Grindelwald is already 100 this year...”

Before he could finish his words, he saw Weiwei's eyes suddenly become dangerous.

"Sixteen years old." He said sincerely, "I've never heard of anyone over twelve being accepted."

"I think I should go talk to Professor Dumbledore about this matter." Harry said to Vivi, "After all, you are his senior, and you did go to Hogwarts. I don't think he would refuse your request for admission."

"Who knows?" Weiwei said with a twinkle in her eyes, "Maybe he will be prejudiced against me because I am Gail's sister and won't allow me to re-enroll."

"He won't. Even for the orphan Tom, Dumbledore never refused him admission." Harry suddenly laughed when he said this, "But he also didn't accept Tom's application for the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor - oh, by the way, Tom is Voldemort, his name is Tom Marvolo Riddle, and he is actually a half-blood wizard."

When they heard that Voldemort was actually a half-blood, everyone looked a little strange.

no……

We thought you were a pure-blood, but it turns out you’re a half-blood?

"That's a wise choice," Theseus said, shaking his head. "In the last wizard war, the British wizarding world suffered heavy losses, all thanks to this Tom Riddle. I don't think we should call him by his alias. Obviously, Mr. Riddle is more suitable for him."

Harry couldn't help but blurt out all of Voldemort's family affairs.

After all, Voldemort was not his friend, and Harry had no obligation to keep it secret.

Instead of keeping this secret deep in your heart, it’s better to tell it out loud so that everyone can have fun together.

"This Merope is really..." Vivi frowned, but her good upbringing prevented her from saying anything unpleasant: "Oh my God, how can there be such a shameless witch? It's really ridiculous..."

"I didn't expect that Voldemort's birth was such a tragedy." Newt shook his head and said, "No wonder he was so cruel. It turned out to be the product of a love potion. It's really..."

Before Newt could finish, Harry said, "Last year, Voldemort attacked Pappy in the Forbidden Forest. If I hadn't appeared in time to save her, she might have been killed by Voldemort..."

"He deserves to die!" Newt cursed through gritted teeth.

It seems that he is really angry, as he can make the usually good-tempered Freckles curse.

"I really don't know what kind of twisted existence would attack a noble unicorn. Is his soul... already so polluted?" Tina asked with lingering fear.

“No matter what, he is hopeless.” Theseus made a firm judgment on Voldemort.

……

However, what Harry and the others didn't know was that as early as yesterday afternoon, the Pen of Acceptance had written Vivi's name on the Book of Admission.

The first person to know about this was Professor McGonagall.

She was packing up her things in the tower at the time, but she saw the Pen of Acceptance dancing quickly and signing a name on the Book of Admission.

Curious Professor McGonagall walked forward and saw the name written on it.

"Vlatia Grindelwald."

Professor McGonagall reached out and grabbed her collar. She certainly knew what this last name meant.

She hurried to the headmaster's office at Hogwarts, but did not find Dumbledore.

It was not until the next day that the haggard Professor McGonagall waited for Dumbledore's return.

"What's wrong with you, Minerva?" Dumbledore asked with concern, "Didn't you sleep well?"

"Of course, Albus." Professor McGonagall took a deep breath, "The pen of acceptance moved, and a name was written in the Book of Admission."

"Wrote a name?" Dumbledore became interested. It was the first time he had seen such a thing happen.

It's already the middle of the semester and it's Christmas vacation, why did this happen?
Logically, shouldn't the new name be written at the end of the school year?

"You definitely don't want to know who that name is..." Professor McGonagall's face looked a little ugly, "Oh my God, oh my God, Albus, I really don't want to mention it..."

"Could it be Tom Riddle?" Professor Dumbledore asked as if jokingly.

"Oh, that's not the case." Professor McGonagall looked strange for a moment, but she still said, "But it's not much different. I saw her name in the admission book. Her last name is Grindelwald..."

Professor Dumbledore suddenly became serious. He sat up straight and asked again, "What did you say? Minerva? What's that person's last name?"

"The last name is Grindelwald." Professor McGonagall sighed, "That's the last name of the Grindelwald in Nurmengard Castle. Her name is...Vlatia Grindelwald."

Veratia?

Dumbledore always felt that this name was very familiar, but for a moment he forgot where he had heard it.

Could he be Gale's descendant?

Oh my god, no way? Could it be that Gale has an illegitimate child or daughter outside?

Dumbledore subconsciously thought it was impossible, because of the name...

He felt an urge to make a sharp explosion.

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(The last 4000 words are early repayments for monthly tickets of 10500-11000)
(End of this chapter)