Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 152: Teach Grindelwald a Lesson! (Part )
Amid the noisy discussion of the classmates, Vivi stood up from Harry's side and walked to Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall picked up the tip of the hat, causing the old hat to struggle.

"Thank you, professor." Vivi bowed like a lady.

Professor McGonagall had a very good impression of this blonde girl. Originally, based on Gellert's character, the image she had created for Vivi in ​​her mind should be a gloomy girl, or in other words, an ambitious and manic person. She never expected that she would be such an elegant and quiet girl.

"You're welcome, Miss Grindelwald." Professor McGonagall's expression softened, and she said to Weiwei, "Sit on the chair, and the Sorting Hat will assign you to the house that suits you."

Weiwei sat on the chair. This was not her first time to be sorted, but she was looking forward to it.

I'm looking forward to her reaction after the Sorting Hat is put on her head.

Soon, Professor McGonagall took the Sorting Hat and placed it on Vivi's head.

"what……"

The Sorting Hat let out a long sigh.

"What's wrong?" Vivi asked in her heart.

"I'm wondering if you guys have discussed this beforehand. Why are you all here to torture the old hat one by one?" The Sorting Hat said indignantly, "Last year it was Potter, and this year it's you, Grindelwald. I really can't imagine if there will be another person sitting here next year who will ask me to sort him or her."

"It's hard for me to say there won't be any," Vivi replied, "but no matter who comes to Hogwarts, you have to sort him according to the rules, right?"

"I think you're right, Miss Grindelwald." The Sorting Hat said with a smile, "It's really nice to see old friends. I just hope that when Phineas knows you're back, he won't have any extreme reactions - especially since you're still with that Potter."

"I still don't quite understand why Phineas admires Harry so much, but still targets him?" Vivi asked.

"Because he is a Gryffindor, but he has won the hearts of two pure-blood Slytherin girls," the Sorting Hat whistled disrespectfully, "Do you remember the Black family motto? Always pure -"

He quickly added: "But now Phineas likes Harry very much, because he knows that Harry is not a bad boy from Muggle family."

"Such thoughts should not appear in a principal," Weiwei commented, "It should be said that there is a reason why Phineas is so unpopular."

"But I still insist that all Hogwarts headmasters are very competent in at least one aspect." said the Sorting Hat with a smile.

Vivi agreed with what the Sorting Hat said. She said to the hat, "Tell me about Dumbledore. I'm very interested in him."

"What kind of interest?" The old man's interest was immediately aroused. "Oh, I remember, the bad boy who was expelled from Durmstrang was your brother, right? Albus once told me this story... I personally think that you can trust the headmaster of Hogwarts, even if this person once locked up your brother."

"What about the other professors? For example, the professor with the greasy head who looks like a Slytherin?" Vivi mentioned Snape.

this person……

She had a deep impression, but if Snape had any sense of humanity, he would not push Lily to James's big fat head.

"You mean Severus, right?" The old hat introduced with a smile: "He is a little boy with a complicated childhood. He is now the head of Slytherin. I don't know more, but I know he is Dumbledore's man."

"You know, what you said is really ambiguous," Weiwei commented.

"Oh~" the old hat said, "So we have talked so much, can you stop the brain blocking technique? You are really not like that Harry, at least he will not hide anything in front of the old hat."

"If he knew Occlumency, you wouldn't be able to read his mind."

After hearing what Vivi said, the Sorting Hat suddenly realized.

"Well, if you don't want to, I can't say anything, so... I don't think anyone would betray their own house, you should go back to Slytherin again."

"Yes, I should reform Slytherin." A fire ignited in Vivi's eyes. "What do you think?"

The old man did not answer, but expressed his thoughts with a loud voice.

"No doubt! Slytherin!"

There was complete silence in the hall, but fortunately Harry clapped in time, thus preventing the sorting ceremony from being a dull occasion.

"Oh my god, she's actually a Slytherin." Ron whispered, "But I think she should go to Gryffindor. Think about it, she's your sister..."

Hermione rolled her eyes. Oh my god, Ronald, your emotional intelligence is really...

Can't you see something else?

"Everyone has their own choice, Ron." Harry smiled and patted Ron's shoulder: "I think--"

Before she finished her words, Vivi sat back down next to Harry.

She had changed into Slytherin attire, but sat in the Gryffindor table which was a sea of ​​red and black.

Just like when they were first sorted.

"Oh my god, aren't you going back to your Slytherin seat?" Ron whispered, being dragged back by Hermione.

"The school does not dictate where students sit, Mr. Weasley."

Weiwei said lightly that she did not have a bad impression of Ron. After all, his great-grandfather Gareth had given her countless assists.

Several people in the Slytherin seats looked unhappy, but since they were in the auditorium at the time, they didn't say anything.

Miss Farley, on the other hand, looked at Harry meaningfully, then glanced at Vivi's back.

Then, with a wave of Dumbledore's hands, the banquet tables of various colleges were instantly filled with all kinds of delicious food.

Ron said nothing, picked up a chicken leg in one hand and activated the Titan's Grip.

"Just think of it as a reward for winning the Wizard Chess Tournament twice, so I can eat two chicken legs?" Seamus complained from the side.

Hearing this, Ron turned his head and rolled his eyes, but didn't say anything, and continued to fight with the chicken leg.

After the banquet, Vivi said goodbye to Harry and followed Miss Farley back to the Slytherin common room.

Miss Farley weighed the pros and cons for a long time before finally deciding to assign Vivi to her own dormitory - as a prefect, her power was... well, limited, but there was still a single room in the dormitory.

This is all caused by the invisible hands of the class leaders.

"Hello, Miss Grindelwald." Farley held out his hand. "I'm Gemma Farley, Slytherin prefect."

"Hello, Miss Farley." Vivi smiled reservedly and sat opposite Miss Farley.

Not long after, Lucy suddenly appeared and started to make Vivi's bed.

"Is this your house-elf?" Miss Farley asked with interest. "Oh my God, I've never heard that Hogwarts allows house-elves to enter the school to serve students." "Maybe I'm a little special." Vivi smiled nonchalantly.

"So, are you really, as outsiders say, the descendant of that... um, Mr. Grindelwald?" Miss Farley asked tentatively.

"No, it's not." Vivi picked up the water glass.

After hearing Vivi's answer, Miss Farley didn't know whether she should be happy or relieved, but she always felt inexplicably lost.

Perhaps she didn't realize that she actually hoped that the other person was the descendant of Grindelwald.

"Are you English, then?" Miss Farley asked again.

"I am German." Vivi said an identity that she has always identified with.

Yes, not Austrians, nor Hungarians, nor Germans, but... Germans.

"Oh, you are German." Miss Farley suddenly said, "I have also had the honor of going to Germany with my father several times. The pork knuckles and sausages there are really delicious..."

Vivi didn't respond, but just looked at Miss Farley gently with her eyes, as if she wanted to see through her completely.

"Madam." Lucy's voice sounded from beside them, "Lucy has sorted your luggage. In addition, the books have been sorted and placed on the bookshelf according to your requirements."

"Okay, thank you, Lucy." Vivi said gently.

"Mistress...Mistress is always so gentle to Lucy..." Lucy's big eyes fluttered twice, tears were about to overflow, "Oh my God, mistress..."

"Okay Lucy, it's nothing." Vivi smiled and said, "Maybe you should go back home and go to bed. After all, it's getting late, and I still need to chat with Miss Farley."

"Yes, mistress." Lucy wiped her tears and disappeared on the spot with a snap.

Miss Farley looked somewhat envious, and she seemed to also want house-elves to come to school.

But she knew the school rules. How could she bring house-elves into the school to serve people without the permission of the principal and the board of directors?
She thought to herself that this Miss Grindelwald must be the descendant of that Grindelwald, and perhaps she just didn't want to get into trouble.

After all, only that person can open the door to convenience for future generations, right?
"After asking so many questions, it's time to talk about you, Miss Farley." Vivi folded her hands in her lap.

"Ask, Miss Grindelwald," said Miss Farley.

"I want to know, when did Slytherin become like this?" Vivi asked softly.

"Become like this?" Miss Farley was stunned. "Hasn't Slytherin always been like this? Why do you say 'become'?"

"In my impression, Slytherins are smart, capable, and able to judge the situation, not the current ones who only cling to the so-called 'pure blood' concept and abandon all other characteristics."

Vivi said this and glanced out the window.

"But pure blood is something Slytherin has always insisted on," Miss Farley retorted.

"Yes, I do admit that." Weiwei said softly, "Pure blood is the philosophy that Slytherin House has always upheld, but this is just one of them - we are ambitious, value honor, judge the situation, and put victory first... But what about now? Apart from calling a few Muggle-born wizards 'mudbloods', what else can we do?"

Miss Farley opened her mouth to retort, but found she had no words to say.

After all, the truth is the sharpest knife.

"Of course, you, whose minds have been poisoned by the mysterious man, have given up some of the excellent qualities of Slytherin. This is not your fault at all, but the ills accumulated by generations of Slytherin." Weiwei said softly, "I think it's time to correct these unhealthy tendencies."

Miss Farley suddenly remembered that after the Sorting, Vivi was still sitting with Harry.

"Do you care about the opinions of other colleges?" she asked tentatively.

She thought that it was because of what Harry had told her about Slytherin that she had such thoughts.

"That's my evaluation." Weiwei said with a faint smile, "At the same time, it's also your evaluation of yourself - people can be as humble as dust, but they can't be twisted like maggots."

"I understand, Miss Grindelwald." Miss Farley nodded, but did not agree with Vivi's words.

In her opinion, those people in Slytherin who were not in her sphere of influence had nothing to do with her in any way.

"Then, here's another question." Weiwei said softly, "You seem to be very familiar with Harry? I want to hear your story."

Hearing this, Miss Farley instinctively felt a chill in her tailbone.

This... this feeling of being caught...

She figured out a strategy to deal with the situation almost in a flash.

So she told Vivi everything from the duel with Harry to the Christmas present.

At the same time, Weiwei's eyes changed from full of smiles to calm.

"So that's how it is..." Weiwei said as if she had realized something, "Well, it's getting late, I think we should go to bed, right?"

"Yes, Miss Grindelwald." Miss Farley agreed immediately.

What no one expected was that Miss Grindelwald had been dining at the Gryffindor table for several days.

The Gryffindors themselves had no objection to this matter. After all, it was not a big deal for a Slytherin to come over for a meal and study.

Besides, he was just a transfer student who had just arrived at Hogwarts and had no grudges against Gryffindor...

But the Slytherins didn't see it that way.

Even though her last name was Grindelwald and she might be the descendant of Grindelwald, she couldn't be so depraved as to get so close to Gryffindor, or even talk and laugh with that know-it-all Mudblood.

What, is there no one in Slytherin that you care about?
But everyone was afraid of the name Grindelwald, and no one wanted to step forward first.

A few days passed like this, and they observed secretly. In class, Miss Grindelwald's performance was mediocre, and her grasp of spells was only average.

However, just when they were about to make a move, a piece of news came out from somewhere.

This Miss Grindelwald is not a descendant of Mr. Grindelwald, she just happens to have the same surname.

After knowing the "truth", several sixth and seventh grade students of Slytherin instantly got together and planned to teach Grindelwald a lesson in the evening.

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