Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 173 Cassandra’s strategy…or code book?
The remaining days passed quickly, and it was almost time for the holidays in the blink of an eye.

The hall was decorated in the classic Gryffindor colors of gold and red. Thanks to the visible big hand of the school director, Ms. Pappy Sweeting, Professor Snape's evil act of precise score control was effectively controlled, so Gryffindor's score was far ahead, with an advantage of 124 points.

The three houses sat in the hall in high spirits, forming a sharp contrast with the slightly dull Slytherin.

Miss Farley, the Slytherin prefect, sat on the bench with a gloomy face, looking glumly at the Gryffindor lion flag not far in front of her, unable to utter a word for a long time.

Draco saw the sad Miss Farley, picked up a glass of pumpkin juice and advised: "Don't look so sad, Miss Farley, have a drink."

Miss Farley took the pumpkin juice, stared at the lion flag, and drank the pumpkin juice in one gulp.

“We are champions again.”

This is what the Gryffindor students said.

"It's not like Slytherin is the champion."

This is what the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students said.

When it comes to opposing Slytherin, the other two houses are actually quite united.

As long as it wasn't Slytherin who won the house cup, it would be acceptable.

Professor McGonagall tapped her cup amid the chatter in the hall, and the crisp sound echoed throughout the hall.

"Quiet, everyone, quiet down," she said.

The buzz in the auditorium died down.

Dumbledore stood up, cast a sound amplification spell on himself, and then said to everyone: "In the summer of the new year, we have another pleasant summer vacation."

"After all, for children, the happiest days are when they don't have classes, right?"

There was a burst of laughter in the hall, especially the laughter of the two troll brothers beside Draco - Crabbe and Goyle was the loudest.

Miss Farley glared at them both for their heartlessness.

Merlin, Slytherin's house cup was snatched away by Gryffindor, and you two troll brothers still have the heart to laugh?

"We had some minor incidents in the new school year," Dumbledore said loudly. "Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets was opened, an unfortunate classmate, and a poor cat were petrified."

"You should know that the Chamber of Secrets was opened fifty years ago, but the victim, Miss Elizabeth Warren, also known as Moaning Myrtle, was not so lucky. She was killed directly by the monster."

"Fortunately, Mr. Harry Potter of Gryffindor bravely solved the little trouble in the Chamber of Secrets for us, so that the monster in the Chamber of Secrets no longer harms Hogwarts... Therefore, on behalf of the headmaster of Hogwarts and all the directors of the Hogwarts Board of Directors, I would like to present him with the Award for Special Contribution to the School!"

The Special Contribution Award for the School is an award given to Hogwarts students who have made outstanding contributions to the school. It is a golden medal with the name of the winner written on it.

There was once a classmate who won this award. His name was Tom Marvolo Riddle.

He received this award in June 1942 for catching the culprit who opened the secret room. His medal was placed in a display cabinet in the corner of the trophy display room, but it did not explain the reason for his winning the award.

There was a moment of silence in the auditorium, and then a warm cheer broke out from the long tables of the three colleges.

The Slytherin classmates were much more reserved. They applauded Harry very politely and in an orderly manner.

You have to applaud. Miss Farley, the prefect, has a good relationship with Harry, and that scary transfer student also seems to have a good relationship with Harry - didn't you see it? She is sitting in the Gryffindor bench now, squinting her narrow eyes and scanning the Slytherin bench.

The meaning is clearly - whoever dares not to applaud, I will prevent you from applauding in the future.

"Then, the next thing to announce is - the final score of the House Cup... Hufflepuff, four hundred and forty-seven points!"

The students in the auditorium applauded together. The Hufflepuff students were the happiest. They didn't seem to care at all that they got the last place.

This is what the little badger is like.

"Ravenclaw, four hundred and fifty-six points!" Dumbledore announced again.

The students in the hall applauded again to congratulate Ravenclaw.

After the noise in the hall died down, Dumbledore announced loudly again: "Slytherin, four hundred and seventy-two points!"

This time, at first only the Slytherin classmates were clapping and celebrating, but after Harry applauded for the Slytherins, the Gryffindors also joined in the applause reluctantly.

Led by Gryffindor, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw also began to applaud Slytherin.

Dumbledore watched all this with satisfaction and praised Harry's broad-mindedness.

Harry actually has no prejudice against Slytherin. Apart from the fact that Slytherin was unlucky enough to have Voldemort, this college is actually a pretty good one.

Compared to that bastard Voldemort, even Headmaster Black seems so cute.

Headmaster Black, who was taking a nap at number twelve Grimmauld Place, suddenly sneezed in the portrait. He opened his eyes drowsily, rubbed his nose with his hand, and sneezed again.

"Finally, let us celebrate the birth of the champion—" Dumbledore said loudly: "Gryffindor, five hundred and ninety-eight points!"

There was a warm cheer in the hall, especially from the Weasley twins - they lit up the Filiba fireworks, and the hall was bustling with activity.

"We are the champions!" the twins shouted loudly. They put their arms around Percy's shoulders, jumping up and down with abandon - as if they had earned the points in Gryffindor.

"They both have forgotten that they are the ones making matters worse." Ginny shook her head helplessly.

"I bet if the two of them can behave themselves, Gryffindor will have no problem breaking 700 points." This is the evaluation from Angelina Johnson.

"So we can skip Quidditch practice today?" This was what Alicia Spinnet said cautiously.

Wood looked down at the cowering Alicia Spinnet and said with a smile, "It's already vacation, why would I drag you to practice Quidditch together? Of course - don't forget it when you go home, understand?"

"Yes, Captain--" the members of the Gryffindor Quidditch team replied in a drawling voice.

After the students finished celebrating, Dumbledore announced the official start of the banquet.

"Oh my god, Harry." Ron said, "I also want to get an award for special contribution to the school - then my mother will reward me with chicken legs."

"You can reward yourself." Hermione said with a little disdain.

Ron crossed his arms and snorted, "How can that be considered a reward? Even if I tell you, you still don't quite understand."

"Okay, then I'll reward you." Hermione picked up a chicken drumstick from the table: "Ronald Weasley, I, Hermione Jane Granger, will reward you with a big chicken drumstick."

Weiwei looked at the two children from the side with a smile on her face.

"What if you win the prize next year?" Harry said with a smile, "Don't worry, there are still five years left. You will always have a chance, Ron."

"I think so too." Ron said with a smile, took the chicken leg from Hermione and bit it happily.

"What are your plans for the holidays?" Hermione asked Harry, then looked at Vivi: "I thought you might go traveling?"

"No, I still have to complete my studies in a Muggle school, Hermione." Vivi said with a smile: "Don't forget, there is still the first semester..."

"What about you, Harry?" Ron said as he fed Scabbers with one hand, "What are your plans for the holidays? Are you going to stay at the Dursleys'?"

"Probably, but I might go out for a walk as well," Harry replied.

"Maybe we can go to the Weasleys' house together." Hermione said with a smile: "My father has always been very interested in Mr. Weasley's flying car. I think they can get along well. My father asked me to ask you about it when he wrote to me a few days ago, Ron."

"Oh, that won't do." Ron shrugged regretfully. "Dad won a prize - the annual prize of the Daily Prophet, the prize money is 700 Galleons - after discussing with Dad, Mom and Dad are planning to take our whole family to Egypt to visit my eldest brother Bill - you know, he works as a curse breaker in Gringotts in Egypt, and by the way, we will also have some fun in Egypt and travel to relax."

"I see." Hermione nodded and said, "Well, we can only wait until you come back from Egypt to see each other."

"Goodbye, goodbye." Jack shouted at the side.

Today, Vivi also knows that it was not the sunflower parrot that tore Harry's notebook, but the sunflower parrot.

But she couldn't do anything to a sunflower parakeet, after all, the parrot was her brother, and Jack was not.

"I also want to go to Egypt." Simo said on the side: "I want to go to the pyramids and see if there are really mummies inside - the kind with circles of bandages wrapped around their bodies. They look really scary, don't they?"

"Mummies aren't scary, Seamus," said Hermione. "They're just Egyptian mummies. They're probably the same as Inferi in fact. Any fire spell will just... turn them into ashes."

"Honestly, Seamus," Neville said timidly, "I think you're scarier than anything in the mummy's eyes."

Hearing this, Ximo was not angry, but became complacent.

"Haha, I think so too," he said. "Isn't it just a mummy? I don't believe that a mummy can survive my explosion spell..."

After the banquet in the auditorium, it was time for the holiday.

Normally, we can leave school today, but the train usually leaves in the morning, so most students choose to stay in school for a day and wait for tomorrow's train to go home.

A few students whose families had cars, such as Pansy Parkinson, went home early in the morning in their family's carriage.

That afternoon, Sebastian also woke up from being petrified.

Harry specially called Vivi to go to the school hospital.

"Hey, Seb." Harry called Sebastian by his nickname, "I'm really glad to see you're feeling better."

"I'm happy too." Sebastian replied sarcastically, "Especially when I was stuffed into your wallet and glared at by your basilisk, it really made an old friend very happy."

Weiwei turned her head away, pretending to be interested in the white sheets beside her, and forced herself to hold back her smile.

Harry, who was teased, began to make excuses: "This is your fault - the basilisk is not mine. It was raised by Slytherin and only obeys the heir of Slytherin... and Omnius is the descendant of Slytherin, so logically speaking, he is the master of the basilisk. If you want to settle the score, you should go to him."

After that, he changed the subject before Sebastian could continue speaking: "Well, I asked Professor Dumbledore, and he said that Morfin Gaunt didn't know where Voldemort hid the portrait of Omnius, but after our analysis, it is very likely that his Horcrux is with the portrait of Omnius. For example, the vault in Gringotts is very likely the hiding place of one of his Horcruxes."

"It seems that he is indeed a great man." Sebastian blew a loud whistle. "He was able to successfully split his soul to create a Horcrux. Just being able to endure such pain is enough to make him a great man. Moreover, from what I heard from you, he made more than one Horcrux?"

"Yes, his diary is one of the Horcruxes." Harry nodded and said, "According to Professor Dumbledore and I, the ring, Marvolo Gaunt's ring, is very likely a Horcrux made by him."

"This is a bit troublesome for you." Sebastian's soul was like ripples on the water: "I am just a ghost now, and I can only watch you fight with Voldemort - what a pity, what a pity."

Harry looked suspiciously at Sebastian, whose emotions were rippling. The other party looked very excited.

"I see you don't feel sorry, but rather look forward to it?"

"Of course." Sebastian said with a smile, "I taught you all the way - of course, I mean the dark arts. I am certainly looking forward to the exciting scene of you fighting against the most powerful dark wizard of this century, Harry."

Well, I am a person who likes to watch the fun and no matter how big the event.

"I knew that you taught him all those dark magics."

Weiwei suddenly turned around and looked at Sebastian with a bad look: "The three unforgivable curses, right? Can't you teach him something good?" "Well, in fact, I also taught him evil curses such as thunder explosion." Sebastian raised his hand and said: "There are also fierce fire, eye disease curse, etc...."

Harry quickly reached out and held Vivi's wrist to prevent her from raising her hand and bestowing an ancient magic on Sebastian.

"It's his blessing to have a friend like you!" Weiwei sneered, "If he didn't know ancient magic, he might have been driven crazy by the Cruciatus Curse!"

"But I know that all of you who study ancient magic will eventually gather your emotions into that collective emotion." Sebastian laughed, "Besides, how can you fight against dark wizards without knowing a few tricks of dark magic? Didn't Professor Haoying always say that if you understand yourself and your enemy at the same time, you won't lose even if you fight a hundred times."

"Also, I really don't know when you became so pedantic, Grindelwald." Sebastian added: "It was you who developed the method of using Avada Kedavra to kill all targets in the range at the same time-"

Before Weiwei could speak, she heard a teasing voice coming from behind.

"I can't believe you guys have had this kind of experience."

The three turned around and found that Dumbledore had come behind them without them knowing when.

"But I need to add that I don't approve of you learning the dark arts - at least not before the fourth grade. After all, the dark arts can affect people's minds. Young wizards will inevitably lose control and be affected by magic, eventually going astray."

"You're right, professor." Vivi nodded in approval.

Sebastian stood up and looked at Dumbledore.

"Are you the current headmaster of Hogwarts?" he said, "I seem to have heard of this name somewhere... Dumbledore..."

"Oh, you may not remember me, Mr. Saru." Dumbledore said with a smile: "You should remember my sister, Ariana - the little girl with the Obscurus."

Sebastian looked as if he had suddenly realized something.

"Ah, yes, I remember now," he said. "Ariana Dumbledore, isn't it? I remember meeting your sister and your rather volatile brother, Aberforth Dumbledore, when I went to look for a way to control Anne's condition, didn't I? ... How is she, Ariana?"

Dumbledore sighed and told Sebastian what had happened.

After listening to it, Sebastian looked at Vivi with an indescribable look.

Weiwei looked aside a little embarrassedly. She was also embarrassed for having such a bad brother.

"I heard from Harry," Dumbledore said, clearing the awkward atmosphere, "your sister, Annie Saroo, is now sealed in a cave somewhere in the Forbidden Forest by Omnis Gaunt. Unfortunately, even today, a hundred years later, the curse of the dark arts is still beyond his control."

"So we can only find the right time and wait until we really have a way to lift the curse before rescuing her." Sebastian sighed and looked down at his ghost body: "I hope she won't be sad to see me like this."

"At least you can still be with her, Seb." Harry said comfortingly, "It's much better than you completely disappearing from her life."

"That's true. It's just a little troublesome that I can't eat. However..." Sebastian said with a smile, "I'm not that Hufflepuff like Sweeting. It doesn't matter to me even if I can't eat after becoming a ghost."

"Speaking of Pappy," Harry said, "Pappy's situation isn't very good either. She's turned into a Magic Magus and can't turn into a human form."

Sebastian glanced at Harry.

"Some people are really sinful, Harry." Sebastian sneered and said, "Look, there are so many..."

"Okay, Saru." Vivi interrupted him and said, "Compared to these - what do you plan to do during the holidays? Harry is going back to the Muggle world and may not be able to take you with him."

"I'll stay in Hogwarts. I like it here." Sebastian said indifferently, "Maybe I will become the new ghost of Hogwarts in all these years..."

"You're not the latest one, the latest one is Elizabeth Warren, Moaning Myrtle, who was stared to death by a basilisk in 1942," Harry added.

Sebastian spread his hands indifferently: "Then I am also the newest one, because I just came to Hogwarts - if I go to the restricted area again this time, the people guarding the library should not embarrass me again, right?"

"Maybe Peeves will. Oh, by the way - in your current form, you should be able to beat Peeves up to vent your anger. Do you remember when you asked me to go to the restricted section of the library to find a spell to cure Annie, we were discovered by Peeves, and you received a heavy punishment for that?" Harry asked with a smile.

Sebastian thought for a moment, nodded seriously and said, "If you hadn't told me about this, I would have almost forgotten it. That's when I taught you the Disillusionment Charm, right? But... Peeves, I really need to give this guy a good beating with my fists."

Even though he's a ghost, he's still so angry.

But if you ask any Hogwarts student, whether they have graduated from the school or not, who they want to beat up the most - they will definitely answer Filch, or Peeves.

After all, these two are so annoying, especially Filch...

Dumbledore seemed to be studying his beard, not caring at all whether the ghosts in the school were going to get beaten up.

"And your task is heavy, Harry." Sebastian looked at Harry and said, "During this holiday, you must not only look for Omnius, but also look for Malfoy - do you remember what I told you? After Grindelwald and Sweeting disappeared, Malfoy also disappeared... I think she must have come to find you. You know her character."

"Know what?" Harry asked curiously.

Vivi interrupted Sebastian.

"Of course she does, Harry," she said. "She may say it, but Cassandra is the one who cares about you the most among us."

Sebastian's expression suddenly became subtle.

Woman...

I would rather improve Cassandra Malfoy's impression of me than let Harry know Miss Malfoy's real solution to the problem...

Never mind, Sebastian thought, it’s just for fun anyway, who cares if I watch their fun?
In his heart, he always felt that Cassandra Malfoy was Harry's favorite one - but neither Harry nor Malfoy discovered this problem.

Especially Harry, he even thought he hated Malfoy, really...

The more Sebastian thought about it, the more excited he felt. He was looking forward to what kind of expression would appear on Grindelwald's face when he thought he had the upper hand but was beaten to it by Miss Malfoy...

But then again, if Sebastian were asked to choose someone he thought was more suitable for Harry, he would definitely choose Miss Grindelwald.

Because Miss Grindelwald is tolerant and gentle enough, and Harry is a child with no sense of security. Only a gentle big sister can give such a little kid a sense of security.

As for that tsundere Miss Malfoy...

Oh my God, if Miss Malfoy doesn't change, the two of them will probably be suspicious of this and that every day when they are together.

"She's right, Harry," Sebastian said, taking advantage of the situation.

After chatting for a while in the school hospital, Sebastian returned to the Slytherin common room.

He belonged to Slytherin and would be a Slytherin all his life.

The Slytherin classmates were already used to seeing ghosts, so they weren't surprised at all when they spotted Sebastian.

On the contrary, it was Sebastian who spotted Draco with his slicked-back hair in the crowd at a glance.

In fact, Lucius originally wanted to send someone to pick up Draco, but Draco said he would take the train back to London tomorrow, so Lucius did not object and let him do whatever he wanted.

"Hey, Malfoy boy."

Sebastian waved at Draco.

Draco walked forward, looked at Sebastian's slightly younger appearance, and asked uncertainly: "Are you looking for me? Do you know me?"

"Of course I know you. You have platinum hair and gray eyes... You look just like your great aunt." Sebastian said with a smile, "Please introduce yourself. I am Sebastian Salu."

Draco opened his mouth at first, then showed a look of realization.

"Ah, I see. You are the senior from Slytherin!" He said quickly, "It is an honor to meet you, senior - I know your deeds..."

"I never thought that a hundred years later, there would still be people who knew about my deeds." Sebastian said with a smile: "What do you know?"

Draco began to talk about what he knew about Sebastian's deeds.

"You probably don't know that I've spent the rest of my life in Azkaban?" Sebastian said casually.

Draco: “Huh?”

"But it's not a big deal. It's always a pleasure to meet the descendants of old friends—" Sebastian said in a long voice: "I also saw the descendant of Drake Flint, the giant monster with big buck teeth, right?"

Draco looked back at Marcus who was talking to someone and spitting all over the place, nodded and said, "Yes, he is Marcus from the Flint family, and he is also the captain of our school's Quidditch team."

"Your great aunt disliked his ancestors very much. She even asked the school board to warn them that if they bully Harry Potter again, they will be kicked out of Britain." Sebastian said with a smile. At this point, he leaned over and said to Draco, "You should not know? Your great aunt likes Harry Potter very much?"

"Of course I know, Mr. Saru!" Draco was as excited as if he had found the organization: "Oh my God, I didn't expect you to know this... Then why didn't you tell Harry? I mean... wake him up?"

"Do you think Harry Potter will mourn for me?" Sebastian glanced at Draco with a complicated expression. "You have to know that Miss Grindelwald is a famous jealous person. If she knew that I intervened in the dispute between the three of them, I'm afraid I would become a ghost many years earlier. I'm not lying to you."

"No way?" Draco frowned and said, "Miss Grindelwald looks quite kind... Besides, if she was such a person, my great aunt might have been killed by her long ago."

"Because she is the one who came!" Sebastian said angrily, "She feels guilty towards your great aunt... Just think about it."

"So that's how it is!" Draco suddenly understood as if he had been enlightened.

"So what I need to tell you now is that as your great aunt's great-nephew, you should shoulder your responsibilities!" Sebastian raised his head and saw that Vivi was not in his sight, so he whispered to Draco: "You need to be a mouthpiece for your great aunt at the right time - not just a simple voice transmission, but a qualified translator!"

"Translate?" Draco was confused.

"According to my speculation, Cassandra Malfoy will return no later than Christmas. Her personality... is rather weird. Let me give you an example. For example, she said that she hated Harry. In fact, she wanted to say that she liked him, but because of her weird personality, she couldn't say it. She could only say that she hated him. But what she hated was actually herself who couldn't say it, not Harry. Do you understand?"

"Wait a minute!"

Draco took out a notebook from his pocket: "Go on, Mr. Saroo... Well, what you mean is that whenever my great aunt says something like "hate", we should translate it in reverse, right?"

Sebastian looked at Draco with a teachable expression.

"What if she says she likes Harry?" Draco asked naively, "I'll just pass on the message as it was meant to be?"

"Are you stupid?" Sebastian said angrily, "Well, this should be translated according to the original meaning - but I need to tell you that with your great aunt's personality, it would be better for her to say this than to expect me to never learn the dark arts!"

Draco made an OK gesture to indicate that he had received it.

Then he asked cautiously, "You are well versed in spells? I mean - all kinds of spells?"

Sebastian smiled. He sat on the chair and said with a smile, "You know what? Almost all the evil spells that Harry Potter learned were taught to him secretly by me..."

Draco's expression changed immediately after hearing Sebastian's words.

All his thoughts were shown on his face, clearly -

If you don't mind me, I would like to recognize you as my godfather!

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(Tomorrow it will be twice as spicy, wait for it to be twice as spicy)

(End of this chapter)