Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 161 Prophecy, Valentine's Day Gift with Cassandra (8000)

There was no point in Gellert being angry, after all, he couldn't roast Jack.

In fact, although his defense was broken, he would not go so far as to shout and kill a parrot that looked like him.

It should be said that he actually quite likes this parrot which looks very much like him.

Since knowing about Jack's existence, Gellert would come to the Gryffindor table from time to time to tease Jack or feed him some supplements he had bought.

At the beginning, Hermione was wary of Gellert. After all, she was worried that Gellert would do something bad to Jack.

But as time went by, she just let it go and let Gellert come over and rub Jack whenever he had nothing to do.

Young wizards at this age are extremely naughty. Just like Snape was given the nickname of "Oil-Headed Bat", Gellert also got the nickname "Parrot".

But everyone calls him more of a nickname, after all, he has become friends with his classmates.

On Saturday afternoon, Harry called Gellert outside the Great Hall while he was stroking Jack.

"Assistant Professor Gale." Harry said, "Would it be convenient for you to come out for a moment? I have something to discuss with you."

A cunning gleam appeared in Gellert's eyes.

"Just talk about it here, Harry."

"Something personal." Harry emphasized the 'personal' part.

"Okay." Gellert reached out and rubbed the cockatoo's head. "Jack, I'm going to go out with this Scar...Harry for a while, and I'll be back later."

Harry: ()?!
Did you mean scarhead?

Gellert seemed to see through what Harry wanted to say. When he reached the door of the Great Hall, he politely nodded to the two girls who greeted him and said in an aria-like voice: "Actually, what I wanted to say is 'Scar-headed human-bespectacled beast'."

Harry decided to ignore him.

"So what exactly do you want to talk to me about, Mr. Potter?" Gellert asked with a smile.

"About Cassandra." Harry said, "You seem to have promised us that when you come to school, you will help us find Cassandra through the prophecy."

Gellert looked surprised.

"Oh..." he said suddenly, "I thought you were immersed in my sister's tenderness and forgot about your old lover——"

"Cassandra is my good friend," Harry tried to argue. "Best friend."

Gellert showed a look of contempt, the kind of extreme contempt.

"I'll just treat her as your best friend, Potter." He snorted, "But... it's also a relief that you still remember Cassandra. Oh~ Is it because my sister has ignored you recently that you remember her kindness?"

At this point, Gellert looked as if he had suddenly realized something.

"You are such a scumbag, Potter." He did not forget to sow discord while speaking, "But I'm glad that you can realize this. My sister is like this. She is very career-oriented - you know? Whether it is you or me, in her heart, we will never be the first..."

His prophetic eyes were rolling around and there was a meaningful smile on his face, as if he had seen some interesting future.

Harry noticed Gellert's rolling eyes and knew that he must have seen something.

"What did you see?" he asked with concern.

"Nothing, not about Miss Malfoy." Gellert looked at him meaningfully, turned around and said, "Come with me, I think it's better to make the prophecy in a suitable place."

The two walked one after the other and came to the fountain in the central courtyard.

It was still winter in the Scottish Highlands at this time, and the snow in the castle had not yet melted.

The fountain was also covered with white snow. Even though this was a school in the magical world, it still followed the rules of the four seasons, and the fountain was in winter break.

As the cold wind was still blowing outside, there were not many classmates here, and the few people who occasionally appeared were just passing by, so it was more suitable for the two of them to chat about Cassandra.

Just as Harry reached the fountain, Hedwig appeared from nowhere and landed on the bench next to Harry, flapping her wings.

"You have a nice bird." Gellert praised Hedwig: "She is very beautiful--"

"It was a birthday present from Hagrid."

Harry looked visibly amused when Hagrid was mentioned.

Gellert raised his eyebrows noncommittally. After half a month of getting along with him, he knew Hagrid like the back of his hand.

Gellert actually liked this master of Legilimency very much, because he was a simple-minded person and was someone Dumbledore trusted and relied on.

"Here." Harry looked at the snow-covered fountain in front of him and recalled, "In the first grade, it was here... Yes, Cassandra loved to come here to see the fountain, and sometimes she would ask me to come along."

Gellert showed a look of seeing through everything: "So you were very resistant at the time and felt that she was bullying you, right?"

Harry glanced up at Gellert and said nothing.

"Humans are complex creatures, Harry." Gellert said briskly, "Although you are a member of the class of 87, I am older than you in terms of age - so I am also an elder."

"You're going to teach me some life lessons?" Harry asked with a squint.

"You wish." Gellert chuckled and said, "We are enemies with a grudge, Harry - but don't worry, I also have my own principles, and I will not compromise on the things I promised you."

"I know because you are Vivi's brother," said Harry.

Gellert seemed to enjoy what Harry said, and he gave a smug smile.

"Okay, let's get to the point - do you have any items related to her?" Gellert said, "If we can find items used by Miss Malfoy, perhaps the prophecy will be more accurate."

Harry thought back and remembered the notebook that Cassandra had left behind.

"There is a notebook," he said. "Wait a moment. I'll go get it."

He turned around and walked away quickly, returned to the Gryffindor common room, took out the treasured notebook, held it in his arms and ran back to his original place.

Gellert was still waiting for him there. When he saw Harry running over, Gellert said nothing, but just stretched out his hand with a smile.

"This is it." Harry handed the notebook to Gellert. "This is the notebook that Cassandra used to use. Try to take a look at it and see if you can find any clues through it."

Gellert said nothing, took the notebook in his hands, and gently closed his eyes.

Nearly half an hour passed and he didn't open his eyes.

Just as Harry was getting a little impatient waiting, Gellert opened his eyes and whispered, "What I saw... is not comprehensive. Can you find clues about Cassandra? Maybe it's related to this notebook, and... Merlin?"

At this point, Gellert frowned at Harry.

"Finding clues about Miss Malfoy has a lot to do with Merlin - if you can know how she is trying to travel through time, it may be the final key to solving the mystery."

Merlin?

Harry rubbed his temple. Merlin...what was the relationship between Merlin and Cassandra?
Could it be that the things Cassandra stole from the family vault were related to Merlin?

but……

Harry thought again of the Trials of Merlin that he had gone through a hundred years ago. Or was Cassandra somewhere at the location of Merlin's Trials?
"Any other clues?" Harry asked again.

"That's all I can see for now, Potter." Gellert said with a smile, "Don't worry, I will never hide anything from you about this matter. I even hope Miss Malfoy will come back earlier than you do."

Yes, he absolutely meant it.

In Gellert's opinion, his sister's biggest rival was Miss Malfoy.

If Miss Malfoy could just lower her status a little, his sister might really have no chance at all.

Although Harry could feel Gellert's sincerity in this matter, he still instinctively felt that the other party was up to no good.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye it seems like the second Friday of February has arrived.

After two weeks of auditing, Pabbie lost interest in the classes, but she would occasionally take time to audit Harry's classes.

She didn't really need to find any excuses. After all, she was a school director and it was just a small exercise of power.

As for Harry, he recently held a map of Britain in his hand, with the locations of Merlin's Trials marked across the country.

Vivi has not returned to Hogwarts recently and seems to have been completely immersed in the ocean of Muggle knowledge.

He had thought that Vivi would come back and help him mark the address of Merlin's Trial on the map, but unfortunately.

However, the Merlin Trial ruins that Harry had visited were only limited to the Scottish area... He planned to take advantage of this time to visit these addresses again.

Yawning, he came into Dumbledore's office.

"Professor," Harry greeted him.

"Harry." Dumbledore raised his eyes and saw the obvious dark circles under Harry's eyes. He asked with concern, "What happened to you? It seems that you didn't rest well?"

"I've been comparing and marking the locations of Merlin's Trial recently, so I haven't slept very well." Harry said with a yawn.

"Merlin's Trial?"

This was not the first time Dumbledore had heard this term. He asked curiously, "What is that?"

"Didn't you know?" Harry asked curiously.

Dumbledore replied: "I have only heard others talk about it, but I have never found the real 'Trial of Merlin'."

Harry thought, all the wonderful little games left by Merlin that can be found in the Scottish Highlands have been cracked by Cassandra and me, it would be strange if you could find them.

"Ms. Nora Treadwell believes that those things should be some kind of entertainment games he left for his Slytherin alumni. You know, Merlin is famous for liking all kinds of puzzles and mysterious events." Harry yawned and said, "Gellert's prophecy said that Miss Cassandra Malfoy's whereabouts seemed to be related to Merlin, so the first thing I thought of was the Trial of Merlin."

"Is there such a thing?" Dumbledore immediately became interested: "When I was young, I also tried to start the Trial of Merlin. Unfortunately, I never found the right way. I spent a whole year in the restricted area and still couldn't find the right way."

Harry caught Dumbledore's words sharply and asked suspiciously, "You mean, you stayed in the restricted area for a year?"

"Haha, do you want a piece of candy?" Dumbledore took out a piece of Orange C candy from the candy jar: "Eat it, it's delicious..."

That's a really awkward way of changing the subject, Harry thought, taking the candy bar.

Harry did not continue to expose Dumbledore, but chose to save his face. After all, he still needed his help.

"To start Merlin's Trial, we may need the inheritance of ancient magic. I don't think Merlin is like what Ms. Treadwell said. This game is not prepared for Slytherin students."

Harry didn't say too much, after all, Pabbie couldn't do the Trial of Merlin at that time, but Cassandra could.

"So that's how it is." Dumbledore suddenly realized: "No wonder..."

Harry added, "I'd like to ask for leave from you, Professor."

"You want to search for the remains of the trial left by Merlin?" Dumbledore asked with a smile.

"Yes." Harry did not deny it. "It is very important to me."

Is it crucial?
Although Dumbledore wanted to bring Harry and Vivi together, he would respect Harry's wishes to the greatest extent possible.

He did not persuade him, but said to Harry: "I understand your feelings, Harry, but I still have a small suggestion-"

"You say." Harry looked at Dumbledore.

"I think it would be best if you take Miss Grindelwald with you while you search for Merlin's remains. On the one hand, one more person will mean more strength, and on the other hand..."

Dumbledore said this, and after a moment's silence, he continued: "Are these 'trials' one-time only?"

"It should be, but I'm not sure." Harry thought for a moment, then said, "There is a site of Merlin's Trial not far south of Hogwarts. I remember that after I passed the trial, I couldn't trigger it when I went there again... But who knows what will happen after a hundred years?"

"That's right." Dumbledore nodded as if he understood something.

"As for Vivi, I'd better not disturb her for now." Harry said, "She has been busy absorbing knowledge from the Muggle world recently and is too busy to get away. I'll do the job of looking for Cassandra myself."

"Alright."

Dumbledore did not continue to persuade Harry. After Harry left, he was still thinking about whether he should write a letter to Senior Grindelwald to explain the situation?

In the afternoon, Harry was so sleepy that he lay down on the long table in the hall, intending to take a nap until dinner.

"What's wrong with Harry?" Hermione and the others asked curiously when they passed by Harry.

"He should be asleep." Ron whispered. He gently placed the book on the long table and said to Hermione, "Speak softly, don't wake him up."

After that, Ron sat next to Hermione and continued, "He didn't seem to sleep much last night. When I got up this morning, I found that he was still writing and drawing on the map. I don't know what he was doing."

Hermione took Jack off her shoulders and placed him on the table, then took out a thick book from her bag and placed it on the table.

Ron noticed the thick book and whispered in shock: "Merlin's stinky socks..."

Hermione gave him a warning look.

Ron was warned by the look and then he remembered that his good brother was catching up on sleep. He shrugged, stood up and planned to ask Ginny what she wanted to eat in the evening.

As soon as he stood up, the twins surrounded him.

"Ronnie, baby?" Fred whispered in Ron's ear, and glanced at Hermione who was absorbed in reading with ill intent: "The day after tomorrow is Valentine's Day. I say, have you prepared any gifts for your girlfriend?" "Girlfriend?" Ron was stunned, "What girlfriend? What are you talking about?"

George reached out and patted Ron on the back. "Are you still pretending to be stupid? Let me tell you, Mum already knows everything. She said that you are completely under the control of Miss Granger..."

Ron's face flushed immediately, and he stammered, "What discipline? What are you talking about? I don't understand..."

What followed was a burst of incomprehensible words, saying something like "discipline in studying doesn't count," and that she just cared about my academic performance. For a moment, the air was filled with a happy atmosphere.

Jack looked very happy too, and his feet made soft clacking sounds as he walked on the long table.

It shook its head, its crest swinging back and forth, and called out leisurely: "Ahhhhhhhh~"

"Huh?" It saw the notebook next to Harry.

The parrot couldn't understand what it was, but it was curious enough.

So Jack stuck out his mouth, intending to find out what the notebook was all about.

Hermione, who was reading a book seriously, suddenly heard a loud "crack".

Not only did she notice it, but even Ron, who was arguing with his twin brother about "that's not my girlfriend", heard it.

They turned to look in the direction of the sound and found that Jack had torn up the notebook next to Harry.

Jack realized at this time that he had done something wrong. He ran back to Hermione, shouting "Ahhhh", and his body made a spring-like vibration as he ran.

It lowered its head and tucked itself into Hermione's sleeve.

"Oh my God, Jack!" Hermione pulled Jack's head out of his sleeve in disbelief: "Look at what you have done!"

The cover of the notebook in front of him had been completely torn off, and was completely disconnected from the notes inside, just like a melon seed shell with the kernel removed and helplessly split in half.

Harry was still sleeping, unaware that the notebook Cassandra had left behind had been torn.

"Oh my god..." Ron looked at Jack the parrot, then at Hermione, "Jack is really in trouble now... What should I do? Should I wake up Harry?"

The twins laughed and stood behind Hermione and Ron, one on each side.

"I say, you two," said Fred, and George followed up with, "Have you forgotten that magic exists?"

"Why not try the magical restoration?" they both said in unison.

Hermione then remembered the magic, so she took out her wand and pointed it at the notebook.

“Reparo!”

The tip of the wand lit up, but the notebook did not respond.

"What should I do?" She had a sad face and was completely at a loss.

"We should wake up the owner of the notebook," the twins said in unison.

"Harry, Harry?"

Hermione was at a loss and reached out to push Harry, trying to wake him up.

Harry opened his sleepy eyes after being pushed, but he didn't realize what was happening yet.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Hermione was a little embarrassed.

She pointed to the torn notebook on the table and said, "Well, Jack got into trouble. He tore your notebook..."

Harry followed the direction of Hermione's finger and saw the notebook with the cover torn off.

His brain froze for a moment.

"Perhaps a Restoration Charm could be used," said Harry, and he drew his wand and pointed it at the notebook.

But the spell passed and still nothing happened.

"I'm sorry, Harry." Hermione whispered, "It's my fault. I shouldn't have let Jack come out so easily..."

As she spoke, she began to sob softly.

She didn't know what the notebook was, but she knew that it seemed very important to Harry, otherwise he wouldn't be inseparable from it.

God, just thinking about it was enough to suffocate Hermione.

If you put yourself in her shoes, if it were her, she would probably be angry to death.

"I have a responsibility, too, Harry." Ron stood beside Hermione and helped her share the responsibility: "If I can also keep an eye on Jack..."

Harry looked at Ron and Hermione softly, and said with a smile: "Well, it's not your fault. It's just a notebook... Besides, the contents inside are not damaged, right?"

"No, Harry, I can't forgive myself..." Hermione whispered.

She felt guilty from the bottom of her heart. It would be fine if the notebook could be repaired by the spell, but for some reason, the spell had no effect at all.

But she did not blame Jack entirely for the mistake. Although the notebook was destroyed by Jack, it was also related to her carelessness as the owner.

"Okay, sit down and continue reading." Harry smiled at them gently.

but,

Is it just a notebook?
He felt a little sad.

Mr. Septimus' voice seemed to ring in my ears.

"Not only can you not protect her, boy! You can't even protect her relics!"

Harry sat on the stool in a daze, stretched out his hands, and picked up the notebook cover and notes on the left and right.

Although Ron and Hermione had already sat down, they still looked at Harry worriedly.

Jack also poked his little head out to look at Harry inquiringly, but was gently hit on the mouth by Hermione's head.

However, Harry spotted a piece of paper tucked inside the cover of the notebook.

This location would never be discovered if the cover had not been torn.

Note?

He quickly picked up the note and opened it.

It turned out to be Cassandra’s deposit slip!

The deposit slip at Gringotts!
He raised his head in surprise and looked at Jack who was held by Hermione.

I thought Jack had caused trouble by tearing up Cassandra's notebook, but I didn't expect that this coincidence actually helped him find something important!
Perhaps Cassandra's vault contains important clues to her!

Who said Jack got into trouble? He actually did a great job!

No wonder the cover of the notebook cannot be repaired, it seems that Cassandra did it on purpose.

It should be said that the cover of the notebook is not a set with the notes inside, so it cannot be repaired by the repair spell.

"Hermione, give me Jack," he said happily.

Hermione shook her head frantically: "No, Harry, it's my fault, Jack...Jack she..."

"No, I want to thank it for helping me a lot!" Harry smiled happily: "If it weren't for it, I wouldn't have found such an important thing!"

Hermione looked at Harry doubtfully, and when she saw that the expression on his face did not seem fake, she handed Jack over hesitantly.

Harry happily lifted Jack up like the baboon elder who had lifted Simba.

He brought Jack to his mouth and kissed him, then subconsciously sucked Jack's bird breasts hard as if he was sucking Hedwig.

It should be said that Hedwig is an owl, so it's okay to take a few puffs...but Jack...

Harry quickly handed Jack to Ron and started coughing violently.

This damn feather powder is all over his throat.

Hermione was so amused by Harry that she burst into laughter. She just thought that Harry was just comforting her, but now she realized that what Harry said was true.

However, she still held Jack's beak tightly with two fingers, and decided in her heart that she would definitely keep a closer eye on Jack in the future to prevent him from getting into trouble again!
Draco came over as soon as the cover of the notebook was torn off. He stared at Birdie Jack with an unhappy look on his face, but said nothing.

After all, Harry didn't say anything, so he had no right to speak - even if the notebook belonged to his great aunt, in terms of close relationship, he thought Harry and his great aunt were closer.

However, after Harry found the cash vault receipt, Draco performed a wonderful change of expression.

He decided in his heart that he would write to his father now and ask him to prepare some supplements for the parrot.

Since tomorrow is the weekend and there are no classes this afternoon, Harry plans to go to Gringotts.

Dumbledore had given him special permission to come and go as he pleased at Hogwarts - but Harry didn't have a phoenix and couldn't Apparate within the castle, so he could only Apparate outside the castle.

"Harry."

Draco followed breathlessly, following behind Harry as they emerged from the Great Hall.

After all, it belonged to his great aunt, and he felt that he had to take this opportunity to get closer to Harry.

By the way, improve the relationship between the two parties - about the great aunt and Harry.

"So that's really my great aunt's deposit slip?" He asked curiously, "Is it her deposit slip at Gringotts?"

"Yes." Harry didn't hide anything.

"Cool." Draco smiled and said, "I always thought there was something about her in the family vault, but Dad looked for it several times during the holidays and found no trace... It turns out she has another vault."

"Speaking of which, Valentine's Day is coming soon, Harry." Draco began to make small talk again, "You know what? I received several Valentine's Day gifts - from Pansy and several Slytherin seniors, but I don't know who to give them to, after all, I don't have anyone I like... I think you must have received one too, right? Miss Grindelwald should bring you a gift from the Muggle world, right?"

Harry: ()?!
It's obvious to you, isn't it?!
It's really hard to pick up any pot...

After Draco's reminder, he also realized that Valentine's Day was coming soon.

Today is February 2th, and Sunday is February 12th, the classic Valentine’s Day.

People give gifts to their loved ones as a hint - or an explicit sign - of their affection.

Draco noticed the slight change in Harry's expression, and he immediately understood that Miss Grindelwald didn't give him a gift!

OK!

This is really great!
Although he didn't know why Miss Grindelwald didn't give Harry a gift, he knew that now was definitely the perfect time - a time to help his great aunt!
Draco's brain began to overclock, ready to provide the strongest assist.

"I think it must be a Valentine's present from my great-aunt, Harry."

At this point, Draco forced a sad look.

"Think about it, why not at some other time, but now? On the eve of Valentine's Day... God, maybe this is Merlin's guidance."

Harry was stunned for a moment after hearing what Draco said.

Don't say it, really don't say it.

"How could that be?" Harry waved his hands, pretending it was impossible. "It's just a coincidence. No one could have expected Jack to tear up the notebook at this time, not even Cassandra herself."

"You're still denying it?" Draco looked at Harry angrily. "Oh my God, Pot! You really disappoint me! Why don't you move your scar and think carefully about what could drive a young girl to abandon her father and brother who loved her so much and risk her life to travel through time and space to find you a hundred years later!"

This was the first time he called Harry "Potter" since he learned of his identity.

Draco tried his best to protect his great aunt.

How do you say that?

The Malfoy family, family comes first.

Even though this was his great aunt he had never met, Draco still instinctively wanted to protect her.

Harry opened his mouth, but Draco's words left him with no way of refutation.

"Think about it carefully! You are no longer the Muggle-born orphan little wizard who was nothing when you first met her a hundred years ago!" Draco said angrily, "You are now the legendary wizard from a hundred years ago! You are the savior who defeated the most powerful dark wizard of this century! What on earth are you doubting about, Bront!"

After saying that, Draco walked away angrily without even looking back.

Vivi, who was attending classes in a Muggle school, sneezed twice.

It’s strange. He is a wizard, so why would he sneeze?
She rubbed her nose gently.

However, what she could never have imagined was that even though she was trapped somewhere and her life or death was uncertain, Cassandra could still pull off a classic counterattack.

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