Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 178 If I knew you were looking for a thieving cat first...

Harry took two cautious steps forward and came to Cassandra's side.

"Miss Malfoy?" he called.

Cassandra in front of him was still sleeping and showed no intention of waking up.

"Cassandra?" Harry called Cassandra's name boldly.

However, Cassandra still showed no intention of waking up.

How to wake her up?

Let's try the spell, he thought, maybe we can try the revelation spell, just in case there is some message left by Cassandra here?

Harry's ability to act has always been strong. Thinking of this, he took out his wand and chanted a spell.

"Revelio!"

The light belonging to the detection spell flashed, but there was no response.

The room was empty and there was no message.

Harry searched for a while, but found nothing.

It would be nice if I could leave a message like Vivi did, he thought.

wrong……

Since she didn't leave any message, why can't I ask her in person?
Although Cassandra is still in a coma and cannot speak, I can use magic.

Thinking of this, Harry stood up again and looked at Cassandra.

He held up his wand, still struggling with his thoughts.

but……

Could Legilimency work on someone who had been asleep for so long? He doubted it.

Normally, Legilimency can only be used on someone who is making eye contact with the caster.

With the idea of ​​giving it a try, Harry decided to give it a try.

He pointed his wand at Cassandra, made up his mind, and chanted the spell.

"Legilliments!"

Harry felt dizzy and took a long time to calm himself before opening his eyes.

He found himself in a place that seemed to be shrouded in darkness.

There was no light at all, so he couldn't even see his own hands.

"Lumos!"

However, there was no response, and he then remembered that he was in Cassandra's memory and could not cast any spells.

Could it be that... Legilimency doesn't work on people who are sleeping?

Harry thought to himself and decided to stay where he was and wait.

In this level of darkness, it was difficult to have a concept of time. Harry didn't know how much time had passed. Just when he was losing his patience, a voice suddenly came from not far away.

"Crucio!"

A scarlet light flashed, and Harry instinctively wanted to step back, but found a figure blocking his way.

"Reducto!"

After using a spell to knock down the attacker, the figure knelt on the ground, seemingly in great pain.

Harry could not forget this figure, because he was very familiar with the scene just now.

This memory was from the second semester of the third grade, when he and Cassandra encountered poachers in the forbidden forest at night.

According to common sense, he should have seen him in Cassandra's memory, and everything was going according to plan. However, he looked around and did not find his own existence.

"Miss Malfoy?" he walked up and asked with concern, "How are you?"

Cassandra's breathing was a little heavy, and she took a long time to calm down before raising her head.

"I wish you could focus more, Pot." Cassandra's grey eyes were full of disdain. "Look at you, now you are holding me back. If it weren't for me, you would be in trouble."

"Are you all right?" Harry asked, just as he had asked back then.

"Me?" Cassandra curled her lips. "You should worry about yourself, Pot. If I were...if I were you, I would have drilled into the dungeons to practice spells long ago."

However, this time, Harry found that Cassandra was not as relaxed as she said. Her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and she was obviously in great pain.

"What are you still standing there for?"

Cassandra seemed a little impatient, as if she was very reluctant to stay here.

"Go back." she said.

However, after taking just two steps, Cassandra suddenly stopped.

Harry was stunned. He remembered that Cassandra did not stop that day, but returned to school with her head held high and went to the school hospital.

"What's the matter, Miss Malfoy?" Harry asked.

There was a moment of silence between the two.

"No need to pretend anymore, Mr. Death." Cassandra said briskly, "Your acting is very good, but there are still flaws... I have experienced such memories tens of thousands of times while sleeping, and I remember almost every detail..."

Harry started.

Isn't this Cassandra's memory?

Could it be that I have entered Cassandra's consciousness, and the girl in front of me is Cassandra herself?

Seeing that Harry didn't respond, Cassandra continued, "I know you are eager to harvest my soul into hell because I tried to break the boundary between life and death - but please allow me to refuse, I have more important things to do."

After that, Cassandra waved at Harry.

The space of consciousness suddenly collapsed, and Harry felt himself returning to the eternal darkness.

"Cassandra?"

He shouted.

However, there was no response.

Just when he was about to call out again, the surroundings suddenly became bright and the light returned to this space.

"Rumble...Rumble..."

Harry put his hand up to block the glaring sunlight, and when he came to his senses, he found himself on the Hogwarts Express, dragging a heavy suitcase in his hands.

Sitting in the compartment in front of him was a little boy with red hair.

"Come in and sit down," the little boy said. "There's nothing to be shy about. My aunt asked me to take care of you. Come on, put the suitcase over here first."

Harry walked in and let the little boy help him put the suitcase aside. "By the way, my name is Gareth." The little boy said, "Gareth Weasley, I hope you can be sorted into Gryffindor with me."

"Why not Slytherin?" Harry asked as he had done before.

Gareth explained to him with a smile: "I don't think you would want to be sorted into Slytherin. Slytherin is full of students from pure-blood families or mixed-blood families. It's almost impossible for a Muggle-born like you to be sorted into Slytherin."

"I see." Harry nodded, and said to Gareth, "I don't want to go to Slytherin either, because I hate that headmaster named Black..."

Hearing this, Gareth looked as if he had seen a relative.

He reached out, took Harry's hand and shook it.

"You'll be my brother from now on, Harry!" he said.

As she was talking, the woman pushing a cart selling snacks pushed open the door of the compartment.

"Want some snacks, kids?"

Harry was about to reach into his pocket when he suddenly remembered that he had no money in his pocket at the beginning of his first year.

Pay for it?

The only gold Galleon he had was the remaining scholarship money after buying clothes and books, and he still had to save it.

"Give me some of each," Gareth said, taking out a few Sickles from his pocket and handing them to the saleswoman. "Let me see... I want two of these chocolate frogs. I like them very much, ma'am."

After the salesman left, Gareth laid out the snacks he had bought in a long row on the chairs.

"Try these, Harry." Gareth said with a smile: "Hey, I like snacks very much, and I can't help buying them. I can't finish these, and it would be a pity if they were wasted. How about you help me eat them together?"

"Thank you," Harry nodded.

He didn't know what he should do now, but it would be right to follow his memories from that year.

"Blowing Super Bubble Gum?" Harry picked up a piece of bubble gum and looked at Gareth who was unpacking it.

"Oh, it's a wonderful sweet," said Gareth, putting down his liquorice wand. "It makes one blow bluebell-colored bubbles that float in a room for days without bursting - you'll see if you try it."

Harry unwrapped the bubble gum and put it in his mouth.

He was shocked to find that he could actually taste bubble gum?!
Now he is also a little surprised. Is this a memory?
"What are these?" he asked Gareth, picking up a packet of chocolate frogs. "Are they real frogs?"

"what?"

Gareth looked up and saw the chocolate frog in Harry's hand. He continued, "Oh, of course you don't know that. Chocolate frogs come with pictures. You know, you can collect them. They are all famous wizards and witches. I have collected almost 500 of them, but I'm still missing Agrippa and Portolomeo."

Harry opened the chocolate frog and took out the picture. On the picture was a man's face. He was wearing a tall magic hat and holding a long magic wand in his hand. He looked very kind.

Under the picture of the chocolate frog it said: Merlin.

The most famous wizard of all time. Sometimes called the Prince of Magic, and a member of King Arthur's court.

"Oh, it's Merlin," said Harry.

"Don't tell me you've never heard of Merlin!" Gareth was shocked. "Merlin's beard... But I'm not surprised. After all, you're a Muggle, so it's normal that you don't know Merlin..."

Just when Harry was about to say something, he found the door of the compartment was pushed open.

The one who appeared at the door was Cassandra—not the first-year Cassandra, but the Cassandra who was the same age as the one sleeping outside.

Cassandra was also a little surprised to see Harry, who looked like a third-year.

She obviously didn't expect that it would be Harry like this sitting in the carriage.

"Potter?" she asked uncertainly.

At the same time, she was on guard, ready to slip away at any time.

Of course she was worried that the person in front of her was the disguised Grim Reaper, but she didn't want to give up any hope - what if it was Pot?

"Cassandra!" Harry stood up quickly, and looked hesitantly at Gareth who was still introducing Merlin to the air: "Well, should I finish playing that me?"

Cassandra breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Harry like this.

The person in front of him was none other than Harry.

The Grim Reaper can turn into Harry, but he can never imitate Harry's death.

"So, you are in your third year now?" Cassandra raised her head, her grey eyes fixed on Harry.

"Yeah." Harry nodded and said, "I've been looking for you for a long time. Fortunately, I finally found where you were sleeping--"

In English, "you" and "you guys" are the same word, so Cassandra just thought Harry was saying "I've been looking for you for a long time."

You still have some conscience, she thought, for not going after that thieving cat of Grindelwald's first.

Oh, if I knew you went to find that thieving cat before me, you'd be in trouble!
"What's the situation now?" He continued, "What should I do to wake you up from your deep sleep? Besides, I remember you mentioned the god of death just now? What does this have to do with the god of death?"

"As I said, I tried to break the boundary between life and death, so the god of death was not very happy, and he wanted to take me to hell..."

Cassandra said this in a very relaxed tone, as if she was being chased by a puppy instead of the god of death.

"I don't think you should get into this trouble, Pot," Cassandra said, her chin raised again. "If you help me, Death will hunt you down at all costs."

"Fuck the Grim Reaper, I don't care." Harry cursed, "All I know is that I'm going to take you back now!"

Cassandra smiled with relief.

"I've warned you, Poter." She said proudly, "But what you have to do now is to play your role well - I don't want you to reveal your flaws and let the Grim Reaper locate us, understand?"

"Okay." Harry sat back down.

After answering Gareth's words, he looked up and asked, "So what is this now? I don't think this is your memory..."

"Of course this is not my memory, silly little troll." Cassandra's grey eyes showed a light of disdain: "This is the happiest memory of you, a silly little troll—"

For some reason, Harry always resisted strongly when Cassandra scolded him in disgust.

But after two years of not being told that by Cassandra, Harry suddenly felt a sense of "that's how it feels" when he was scolded...

"Happiest memory?" he asked.

"Yes," Cassandra said. "I don't know where the key point is, but we will go through each other's happiest memories and find the key to escape the dream. It seems that this is your happiest memory, Poter."

When she said this, there was a hint of amusement in Cassandra's eyes.

She looked out of the cubicle at her leisure, because she...she would be showing up soon as a first-year student.

In fact, she didn't have to wait long. Just after Harry and Gareth finished chatting about Slytherin, the door of the compartment was opened.

Harry turned around and saw a proud little girl standing at the door.

It was young Cassandra Malfoy.

The older Cassandra stood aside, looking at her eleven-year-old self with a faint smile in her eyes.

however……

The memories stopped abruptly at this moment.

(Today I'll spend 4,000. The family dinner lasted too late, and I feel embarrassed to leave early...)
(End of this chapter)