Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 182 Duel, but Cassandra vs. Vivi (16000 words)
wrong……

Weiwei suddenly realized something was wrong.

Her intuition told her that Mr. Flamel seemed to be doing something very new.

At this moment, Mr. Flamel slowly looked at her and gave her a mysterious smile.

"Okay, kids," Mr. Flamel said with a smile, "this is exactly what I want. You should understand the heart of an old man who is used to life and death. Although he is used to separation, he still pursues the most beautiful and sincere feelings in this world."

Hearing this, Cassandra pulled her hand back as if she had been electrocuted.

"Don't worry." She waved her hand and said nonchalantly, "I only touched Poter to prolong my life, not because my head is full of pink bubbles like you, Grindelwald."

"Oh~" Weiwei gave a meaningful smile, "Okay, I think so for the time being."

Mr. Flamel nodded in satisfaction and sat back down at his computer.

"Mr. Flamel."

Vivi stood up and walked behind Mr. Flamel.

"I'm listening," Mr. LeMay said, clicking his mouse on the computer interface attentively. "At least I'm listening now."

"I think you've gone astray," she said, "about this computer."

"Wrong path?"

Mr. Flamel put down the mouse he was fiddling with, raised his head and looked at Vivi with interest: "Why don't you tell me, what wrong path have I taken?"

"I don't think we should develop in the direction that Muggles have set. We can learn from Muggles, but I don't think we should lose our characteristics as wizards."

When Weiwei said this, she leaned forward slightly, and her tone contained a hint of natural temptation.

Austrians seem to be born with natural orators, such as Vivi...

Of course, the thing that Austrians are most proud of is that everyone thinks Beethoven is Austrian and that the man with a mustache is German.

"Go on." Mr. Lemay seemed to be persuaded by Vivi and nodded to let Vivi continue.

"For example... we seem to be able to use a crystal ball?" Weiwei reached out and took a crystal ball from the side. "Make the crystal ball into a computer like this, or... make it have the function of a display. We can use the crystal ball to achieve..."

As he spoke, Vivi used magic to draw something like a virtual screen in front of him and showed it to Mr. Flamel.

"Like this, it seems to be... a holographic image? We can understand it this way, by clicking with our hands to interact, this way, we can also train wizards' skills in controlling magic."

This time, Mr. Flamel was really moved by Vivi, and his eyes were shining with great interest.

"Very good, very good." He murmured, "This is indeed a great idea... Let me think about how to realize it..."

Seeing that Mr. Flamel was already attracted by the blueprint she had drawn, Vivi turned slightly and saw Harry secretly giving her a thumbs-up in front of his belly.

Now that the matter had been temporarily resolved, and seeing that Mr. Flamel had immersed himself again in creating a new type of wizard computer, Harry and his companions returned to the castle to continue their classes.

Vivi did not follow Harry and the others back to the castle. In front of Cassandra, she hugged Harry tightly and absorbed his magic for a while, then hurriedly left Hogwarts to continue her studies in the Muggle world.

And Pabbie ran back to the Forbidden Forest happily, leaving only Cassandra and Harry on the road.

"Don't look at me like that. I know what you're thinking, Pot." Cassandra looked at Harry with disdain. "But I won't be like that shameless Grindelwald who held on to a member of the opposite sex."

Having said this, Cassandra suddenly stopped.

She looked down at Harry, her arms folded across her barren chest, and smiled faintly.

"Of course - if you ask me, I will also consider that we are good friends..."

Harry gave her a puzzled look.

"Oh, please." He said in a slightly sarcastic tone, "But thank you for your kindness. My clothes are not dirty yet. It's not time to go to the river to wash them."

After saying this, he walked into the castle without even stopping.

Cassandra thought for a long time, but couldn't figure out what Harry was talking about...

How could a young lady who has never done housework and is also a pure-blood wizard know how Muggles wash clothes?
But this did not prevent the two from falling into a cold war again, just like what Harry often experienced a hundred years ago.

Harry really didn't know how to start a conversation, and Cassandra was a little awkward.

She actually didn't want to stay away from Harry, but she didn't know why, every time the words came to her lips, they always turned into another form, which was not exactly the same as what she thought in her heart, but at least it could be said to be completely opposite.

As soon as they reached the castle gate, Cassandra was called away by Professor McGonagall, who had been waiting at the door, leaving Harry alone to return to the long seat.

It's dinner time now and the auditorium is very lively.

"Harry!"

Hermione saw Harry coming from a distance and raised her hand to wave at him.

Harry walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat down next to Hermione and Ron.

Hermione was holding her new timetable in her hand, while Ron was leaning on his face with both hands, looking at the timetable with an expression that was obviously not as happy as Hermione's.

"Wow, that's great, I will have some new classes tomorrow," she said happily.

"Let me see," said Ron, looking over her shoulder at her timetable and frowning. "They've messed up your timetable, you see - they've given you ten classes in one day and you don't have enough time."

"I'll find a way. I've already talked to Professor McGonagall." Hermione said confidently.

"But look," Ron said, laughing. "See what's tomorrow morning? Divination at nine o'clock... down there, Muggle Studies at nine o'clock, and -" Ron leaned closer to the timetable, he couldn't believe his eyes. "Look - down there it's Arithmancy at nine o'clock... I mean, I know you're great, Hermione, but no one is that great, how can you do three subjects at once?"

"I have my own way, Ron." Hermione raised her head and smiled at Harry: "Of course, I also know why Sister Vivi was able to complete four years of study at a Muggle university in less than a year..."

Yeah, the Time-Turner.

Harry saw the necklace around Hermione's neck, but he didn't plan to tell Ron about it.

Since Hermione didn't tell him, he naturally wouldn't be so quick to reveal other people's secrets.

"Put the jam on me." Hermione ordered Ron. "If I were in a better mood, I would help you with your homework, Ron."

At this moment, Cassandra, who was called away by Professor McGonagall, also came back. From her expression, one could tell that she was in a very bad mood.

Harry has always been good at observing people's words and expressions, and he would never get into trouble at this time.

Instead, it was Draco who asked the silent great aunt beside him with concern.

"What's the matter with you?" he asked.

"Nothing." Cassandra carefully put away her own schedule, and a light seemed to flash in her eyes. "I just didn't expect that the descendants of the Trelawney family would teach at Hogwarts..."

"Do you know Professor Trelawney?" Draco asked tentatively. "I heard from my father that this professor is a complete lunatic. I don't know why Dumbledore would hire her to the school."

"Your father has good taste, Draco." Cassandra looked at Draco approvingly: "The Trelawney family has never lacked lunatics or liars."

Of course she had a problem with Trelawney—not with Professor Sybill Trelawney, of course, but with everyone with the last name Trelawney.

After all, a hundred years ago, she was severely humiliated by the prophet Trelawney, who even ridiculed her for being a carpet weaver.

Cassandra's voice was loud enough that even Harry could hear her.

Hermione lowered her head and whispered to Harry, Ron and the others, "Oh my God, how could she do this? It's Malfoy after all... Why is she targeting Professor Trelawney so much? Professor Trelawney has never provoked her..."

No, Trelawney had really pissed her off, Harry thought to himself.

Not the same Trelawney though.

In the afternoon, Cassandra went to the library.

Thinking about what Harry said, she went to the library to look it up. When she saw that since the 15th and 16th centuries, Muggle civilian women had been taking washboards to the river to wash clothes, Cassandra became extremely angry.

Especially the picture of the soul, Cassandra felt that the lines on the washboard were so much like her own ribs...

"Potter!!!" she roared like a lioness.

"Quiet!" Madam Pince roared back angrily.

But what Harry didn't expect was that that night, Draco secretly came to the door of the Gryffindor common room.

Since he was not a Gryffindor, the Sphinx would not let him in - even if the Sphinx let him in, he didn't have the courage to get close.

He stood there waiting for a long time, and finally Percy came late.

"Weasley!"

Draco shouted, waving at him with his hand and walking quickly in front of him.

Percy seemed visibly distracted and seemed out of his mind.

Hearing Draco call him almost startled him.

"Malfoy?"

Percy frowned and looked at Draco, "What are you doing at the door of the Gryffindor common room? You should know that the school does not allow students to wander around at night. Be careful or I will deduct points from you!"

"Don't be such a bummer, Weasley." Draco raised an eyebrow at Percy. "I'm here to see Harry, Harry Pott. I have something urgent to tell him."

Hearing that it was Harry, Percy's tangled brows relaxed.

"Wait here, I'll call someone for you."

He had just turned around to enter the common room when he heard Draco calling him from behind.

"Hey, Weasley!"

Percy turned around and asked with some displeasure, "Anything else?"

"Although I don't really want to be nosy, but..." Draco pointed at his face mischievously: "There are lipstick marks on your face, Weasley, do you want to be laughed at by the two clones in your family?"

Percy was stunned for a moment, then he stretched out his hand and rubbed it on his face as if he had been electrocuted.

It's reasonable to doubt whether his face would be scratched if he used more force.

After rubbing against each other for a while, Percy looked up and asked, "Anything else?"

"No more." Draco nodded and said, "Go and call Harry for me, Weasley, I'm really anxious."

Percy nodded, and after he reached the door, he turned around and thanked Draco: "Thank you."

"This is an equal exchange, Weasley." Draco raised his eyebrows.

As a prefect, Percy had some privileges, such as not having to answer the Sphinx's questions when entering the Gryffindor common room.

After entering the common room, Percy found Harry who was looking up some information.

Sebastian had entrusted him with the task, asking him to help find out if there were any methods in these books to lift the black magic curse.

"Harry," said Percy, "someone's outside wanting you."

"Who is it?" Harry put down the book in his hand, "It's almost ten o'clock, right? Percy?"

"It's Malfoy," said Percy. "Well, I've been notified, and now I have to go back -"

When Harry heard it was Malfoy, he stood up immediately.

Cassandra actually came to me on her own initiative?

This is really...really strange.

Could it be that she has figured it out?

So thinking this, Harry hurriedly walked out of the cave guarded by the Sphinx.

However, the slicked-back-haired man in front of him told him that the person coming was not Cassandra, but Draco.

Harry couldn't help feeling a little lost, and he didn't even know why.

He even felt that he was a bit of a jerk, always rushing to find Cassandra to humiliate him.

"Draco," Harry began, "Why are you here? What's going on?"

"Of course." Draco turned his head and cleared his throat.

But after clearing his throat, he looked around like a thief, and after making sure that no one was around, he said to Harry in confusion, "Harry, when will our duel hut open?"

"Just for this?" Harry took a shallow breath.

Just for this matter, you came to see me in the middle of the night?
I thought……

"Of course." Draco frowned and glanced at Harry. "Of course, I'm not asking for myself, but for my great aunt."

Harry was no longer sleepy when he heard Cassandra.

You said you came here for Cassandra!
"Oh, does she want to join the Duelling Hut?" asked Harry.

Hearing Harry's words, Draco sighed helplessly.

"Harry, how can you let a girl speak first in this matter?" Draco said with a bit of regret, "My God, although Cassandra is of a high generation, she is also a girl after all - you admit it? In fact, she has not lived in this world for many years. As a gentleman, how can you let a girl take the initiative to speak?"

After that, Draco said again: "I remember that Principal Black taught you gentleman etiquette, right? Harry, don't let me teach you how to be a gentleman!"

Don't say...

Harry thought what Draco said made some sense.

That’s right, I really shouldn’t let girls take the initiative to speak.

"Well, what you said makes sense." Harry nodded seriously and said, "How about this, I will personally invite her to our dueling hut in a few days. What do you think?"

"What's important is not how I feel, but how you feel!" Draco reached out and patted Harry's shoulder: "Okay, think about it carefully - by the way, don't tell her that I came to see you, okay?"

"Don't worry, I'll keep it a secret." Harry nodded.

After returning to the dormitory, Harry still felt that what Draco said made sense.

Then he felt somewhat relieved that Draco came to remind him, otherwise if he forgot about Cassandra, she would really ignore him for a long time.

In addition...

Yes, I can’t forget about Vivi. I should write her a letter and ask her what she thinks.

It would be bad to invite Cassandra but not Vivi, otherwise Vivi would be angry...

Omg.

Harry rubbed his head with his hand. What on earth did I do wrong to make me endure such torture?
Thinking of this, he took out a pen and paper, bit the tip of the pen in his mouth, and dipped it twice in the ink bottle.

Weiwei:

How are the Muggle World courses going? Are they about to be finished soon?
I think it's necessary to invite you to our duel hut, if you have time...

Yours faithfully
Harry Potter
After writing the letter, Harry handed it to Hedwig and asked her to take it to Vivi.

After sending the letter, Harry stretched himself, lay on the bed and fell asleep.

The next morning, the first day of the new term, the first person Harry saw when he walked into the Great Hall for breakfast was Cassandra Malfoy.

It was as if Cassandra had been waiting for him on purpose. When Harry walked over to say hello, Cassandra stepped heavily on his foot and returned to the Slytherin table with a proud attitude. Like a victorious queen, she gracefully began to cut the roasted tomatoes with her knife and fork, as if she was cutting Harry himself.

Harry felt guilty, after all, he described Cassandra as a washboard yesterday...

But in fact, he was indeed exaggerating a bit. Cassandra... well, how should I put it, although she was a little poor, she was not a washboard.

But if compared with Vivi, it pales in comparison - if compared with Papi in human form, it is simply a disaster.

When Papi was still a human, he had to put his books on the table when reading, otherwise it would be very uncomfortable.

"She feels a bit like Hermione." Ron complained to Harry after sitting down, "Hermione also likes to step on me - but I don't think Hermione has any ill intentions, and she is the same. At least she gets stepped on because we offended them."

"You're very observant, Ron," said Harry cryptically.

He got some sausages and a sandwich, not the emulsified, high-fat British ones, but proper German sausages with two grilled tomatoes.

"What's the first class today?" Ron asked with interest. "I hope our first class is not Potions, then we can at least be in a good mood today."

"Why do you say that?" Harry asked, biting into a roasted tomato.

"Just think about it, what will happen in Potions class? There will be old bats that spit poison!" Ron chewed his sausage, not caring at all that he was talking bad about the professor behind his back: "Right, you don't want to be sprayed with poison by him either."

"I need to remind you that bats don't have venom, they rely on ultrasound to locate themselves."

A greasy, dragging sound came from behind them. Ron turned his head in shock with a sausage in his mouth, just in time to meet Snape's sinister face.

"You've spoken ill of the professor behind his back, and Gryffindor will lose five points because of you."

After saying that, Snape swept away.

"You always have no memory, Ronald." Hermione shook her head and sighed, "You know he will always appear from behind you when you say something bad about him, but you still say - God, when will you be more careful?"

Ron wrinkled his nose and unhappily reached out to touch the sausage in front of him, as if the sausage was Snape himself.

After breakfast, Harry and Hermione took Ron, who was still in a cloudy and gloomy mood, and walked towards the Divination classroom.

Harry was also quite interested in Professor Trelawney. After all, Professor Dumbledore once said that this professor was the descendant of the prophet.

To be a professor at Hogwarts, one must be quite capable.

The divination classroom was in the North Tower, a place no one had ever been to.

It was a long way from the castle to the North Tower. Although they had been in Hogwarts for two years, they were still not familiar with everything in the castle.

Fortunately, Harry knew the way, and by passing several classic landmarks, he quickly found the way to the North Tower.

The road leading to the Divination teacher was a spiral staircase that spiraled violently, and Ron felt a little dizzy as he climbed it.

"Oh my God, how long will it take us to get there?" he asked, gasping for breath.

"We're here." Hermione heard a buzzing sound upstairs, the unique sound of whispers in the classroom.

The sound will never stop unless the teacher comes to the classroom.

They climbed up the last few steps and landed on a small platform. Since divination was not a compulsory course, not everyone was in the classroom.

There was no door on the landing, and Harry nudged Ron and pointed to the ceiling, where there was a round trapdoor with a bronze plaque on it.

"Sybill Trelawney, Divination Master," Hermione read. "How do we get up there?"

As if in answer to her question, the moment she finished speaking, the trap door suddenly opened, and a silver ladder was placed in front of the three of them.

Ron was the first to climb up, followed by Hermione and finally Harry.

He had been to this classroom before. The one who taught them divination was Professor O'Neill, a person who was...not easy to describe.

But then again, the room actually looked less like a classroom and more like a cross between a loft and an old-fashioned teahouse.

There were at least twenty small round tables crowded into the room, each surrounded by an Indian print armchair with a bulging little cushion.

Everything was lit by a dull scarlet light, the curtains were drawn, and many of the lamps had crimson shades.

The room was sullenly warm, the fireplace full and a large copper kettle burning on it, so that the flames gave off a dull, cloying aroma.

Around the circular walls were shelves filled with dusty feather ornaments, candle stubs, worn playing cards, countless silver crystal balls, and a vast array of tea sets.

"Look at those feather ornaments." Ron pointed to the feather ornaments on the shelf and said, "Look, I think these should be Indians. I heard that they are also very fond of divination."

"I think so too." Hermione nodded and looked around, then asked curiously, "Yeah, where is Professor Trelawney? Why don't I see her?"

As soon as Hermione finished her words, a voice came from the shadows, a soft and fuzzy voice.

"Welcome," the voice said. "It is good to see you finally in the physical world."

As she finished her words, Professor Trelawney walked into the area illuminated by the fire.

Professor Trelawney looked very thin. Her big glasses magnified her eyes several times. Her eyes were a little dull, but seemed to be looking at another direction with a bright gaze. She was wearing a glittering shawl like a thin transparent gauze. There were countless necklaces and beads hanging on her slender neck, and bracelets and rings on her arms and hands.

Harry was able to determine the ability of the professor in front of him almost instantly.

She must have real skills in divination, otherwise she wouldn't be so... crazy.

To determine whether a professor of divination has real skills in divination, we must see whether this professor is a bit eccentric.

Just like to determine whether a male barber has real skills, you have to see whether he is effeminate or not - the more effeminate the barber is, the better his skills are.

"Sit, my children, sit," said Professor Trelawney, waving her hands like a zombie.

At Professor Trelawney's words, the students climbed into their armchairs or sank into their bulging cushions.

Harry sat down around a round table with Ron and Hermione.

Obviously Harry didn't intend to sit on the hard chair, so he reached out and pulled over a lazy sofa cushion, half lying on it.

The soft feeling made him feel like he was trapped in a cloud. He even wanted to lie down in it and take a nap. After Professor Trelawney introduced herself, he wanted to sleep even more.

"Welcome to Divination," said Professor Trelawney, sitting down in a winged armchair in front of the fireplace. "I'm Professor Trelawney, and you may not have met me before. I find that being out in the hustle and bustle of school life too often starts to cloud my third eye."

Everyone was stunned by this unusual declaration.

No one knew what Professor Trelawney meant by saying this.

But Harry was obviously different. He whispered to Hermione and Ron, "Maybe she didn't wash her face when she got up in the morning, so her eyes were covered with eye mucus."

Ron let out a laugh, but luckily he managed to hold it in.

Hermione wanted to say something about Harry, but she couldn't hold back. She covered her mouth and shrugged her shoulders for a while.

Professor Trelawney didn't notice Harry's little move, or maybe she wouldn't have cared much even if she had. She carefully rearranged her shawl and continued, "You have chosen Divination, the most difficult course in all the magical arts. I must warn you at the outset: if you don't have 'sight', then there is very little I can teach you. In this regard, books can only take you so far..."

After saying that, Professor Trelawney made a gesture that would definitely be banned in Korea.

"Many wizards and witches, even though they are very talented in making violent explosions or in herbology, cannot see into the future because they have no talent for divination."

At this point, Professor Trelawney looked at Seamus and Neville respectively. Seamus puffed out his chest, but Neville shrank back.

"Only a few people have this kind of natural talent... You, boy," she said suddenly to Neville, who nearly fell off his cushions, "Is your grandmother all right?"

"Should I say yes or no?"

Neville said tremblingly that Trelawney's sudden attack made him a little unconfident.

"I'm so sorry, dear," said Professor Trelawney regretfully, the firelight flickering on her long emerald earrings.

Neville felt a little breathless. Since the professor said so, does that mean that grandma...

"Oh, don't think too much, dear." Professor Trelawney added: "I'm not saying anything about your grandmother. I'm just sorry that you don't have a talent for Divination."

Neville took a deep breath and decided not to argue with Professor Trelawney.

Professor Trelawney seemed not to notice Neville's displeasure, and continued calmly, "This year we are learning various basic divination methods. The first term is spent on reading tea leaves, and next term we should be studying palmistry - by the way, dear."

This sentence was said to Ron: "Be careful of bald men."

"Bald man?!" Ron frowned, with an indescribable expression on his face.

He didn't really know any bald men - even though baldness was not a rare gene in Britain.

"In the summer term," Professor Trelawney continued, "we will learn to read crystal balls - if we have already learned the flame omen. Unfortunately, this very month a terrible outbreak of influenza will suspend classes, and I will lose my voice... around Christmas time one of us will be gone forever."

There was a tense silence in the classroom after she said this, but Professor Trelawney seemed to be oblivious to it.

"I was wondering, dear," Professor Trelawney said to Harry, since they were the closest to each other, "would you mind handing me the biggest teapot?"

Harry stood up and handed the largest teapot to Professor Trelawney.

Professor Trelawney took the teapot and did not rush to give a lecture. Instead, she said to Harry, "Thank you, dear. By the way, the thing you are most worried about will happen tomorrow night."

Tomorrow evening?

Harry scratched his head.

My biggest worry?
What do I have to worry about?
Harry just thought that Professor Trelawney was talking nonsense. After all, people who practiced Divination were not very smart and were not normal.

Professor Trelawney began to teach everyone. The content of the class was to look at the tea leaves in the cup after drinking tea, and to identify what the popular divination elements were based on the shape of the tea leaves.

Identify the popular tea shapes in class.

"Open your minds, my dears, and look beyond the mundane!" Professor Trelawney called out from the darkness.

Harry drained the tea from his cup and looked down at the bottom.

"What is this?" Harry handed the teacup to Hermione and Ron with interest. "No matter how I look at it, I feel like this thing... looks like a crab?"

"How can this be a crab?" Ron sneered and said, "Oh my God, I think you want to eat crabs... I think this should be an eagle... The book says that the eagle represents a mortal enemy, and your mortal enemy is the mysterious man, so doesn't this make sense?"

"If that's the explanation, it does make sense." Hermione said hesitantly. She turned the teacup and said, "I think it's a wedge-shaped thing, and it looks like a triangle... You seem to be involved in a three-party relationship, and it seems that one person is hindering your relationship with another person?"

"A three-party relationship?" Professor Trelawney came over when she heard this.

She took the teacup from Hermione's hand, turned it and said, "Let me see... let me see... how can this be a triangle? I think it's a jackal... oh no, this is ominous!"

Professor Trelawney screamed and fell into a chair nearby.

Frightened by Professor Trelawney, Neville's grip loosened and the cup in his hand fell to the ground, breaking with a thud.

"Professor, what's wrong with you?" Hermione asked with concern, frowning.

"My dear child—my poor, dear child..."

Professor Trelawney gasped and looked at Harry in horror: "No, it's better not to say it... God, no - don't ask me..."

"What's wrong, Professor?" Harry didn't think anything was wrong, but instead asked Trelawney with concern what had happened.

"My dear," Professor Trelawney's large eyes opened, "you are in trouble!"

"I'm unlucky?" Harry asked, frowning.

"Yes, 'ominous', my dear, 'ominous'!" cried Professor Trelawney.

She was shocked that Harry didn't understand and even asked her questions.

"That great ghostly dog ​​that haunts the churchyard! My dear child, it is an omen of evil—of the worst evil—of death!"

Professor Trelawney raised her hands and waved them dramatically.

"And the Jackal - oh my goodness, the Jackal... Darling, if I were you, I would..."

"I think she's talking nonsense." Hermione suddenly felt that she understood Cassandra a little bit. She pulled Harry's arm and said, "Forget it. I don't think this is like a dog and a jackal at all. It's just a cup of tea foam."

"Maybe Professor Trelawney was mistaken, and the tea leaf actually looks like a donkey?" Seamus asked from the side.

Whether it was a donkey, a wolf, or a dog, Professor Trelawney looked like she was suffocating.

Her lips moved for a long time before she uttered a word.

"Let's stop here for today's class—" She said tremblingly, "We'd better end the get out of class early. Please pack your things and be careful when you walk—especially you, dear."

Her last words were directed at Harry.

The next class after Divination is Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class.

When I walked into the classroom, my classmates were still enthusiastically discussing the "ominous" thing about Harry.

They didn't think there was anything to be afraid of. After all, Harry, the person involved, was laughing and didn't take the "ominous sign" seriously at all.

"It seems like you gained a lot from the last class."

After Professor McGonagall walked into the classroom, she heard the students whispering to each other and said to them with a smile, "What did you learn in the last class?"

Hermione stood up and spoke quickly, "Professor, we just had a Divination class. We read tea leaves and--"

"Ah, of course," Professor McGonagall interrupted Hermione, frowning. "Well, I don't think you need to go on, Miss Granger - tell me, who among you is going to die this year?"

Professor McGonagall's tone was very relaxed, as if she was talking about something very ordinary.

"Me," Harry said simply, raising his hand.

He seemed calmer than Professor McGonagall.

"Oh, it's you again." Professor McGonagall said in a flat tone, "I'm not the kind of person who likes to speak ill of my colleagues. Perhaps this is Professor Trelawney's hobby. She always predicts death as a welcome ceremony for everyone - but what I need you to understand is that divination is a confusing subject. I have the least patience for divination because there are very few people who can truly foresee the future."

"I thought so, Professor." Hermione laughed.

Professor McGonagall glanced at Hermione approvingly. She was very pleased that Hermione supported her point of view.

By lunch time, the news that Harry was predicted to die by Professor Trelawney had spread throughout Hogwarts, and all the teachers and students in the school treated it as a joke.

Well, Potter died...

He is the boy who lived, the boy that even Voldemort couldn't kill!
However, Cassandra didn't seem to think so. She glanced at Harry from time to time while eating lunch, and when Harry raised his head, she lowered her head as if nothing had happened and continued to cut the food in front of her with her knife and fork.

Draco really noticed his great aunt's little action. He lowered his head and didn't dare to speak, but just kept sighing in his heart.

Ugh……

Great aunt!
Can you be braver!
If you care about someone, just say it! Look at the way you look now. No wonder Miss Grindelwald got the upper hand over you!

He now understands to some extent what it means to be disappointed in someone and what it means to be a hopeless case of being unable to support a piece of clay.

With someone like you who says one thing and means another, it would be a miracle if you could snatch Harry away from me.

In the afternoon, there is the Care of Magical Creatures class, and Hagrid is temporarily taking over for everyone.

Newt took a temporary leave because he was invited to the United States to investigate magical creatures during the summer and would not be able to return home for a few days.

Hagrid's lectures were completely word-for-word, following the schedule set by Professor Scamander.

Everyone thought Hagrid would be able to give them something to do, but unfortunately... he didn't.

After dinner, Harry sat alone in the library, bored, and took out the Marauder's Map given to him by the Weasley twins.

He actually wanted to see whether Blake was in school.

"I solemnly swear that I will not do bad things!"

He tapped the parchment with his wand until it became a map.

Harry searched from the first floor all the way, even to the bathrooms, looking for any trace of Black.

Harry found the Gryffindor common room and saw the name of the Sphinx on it.

Yes, it's called Sphinx.

There were only two people in the common room, their names were Oliver Wood and Peter Petillo.

He did know Wood, but Harry had no impression of this Peddleru.

But Harry didn't care about it. He just thought it was some senior students running around in the common room.

In fact, he was not a social phobe, and he didn't know the names of all the Gryffindors.

Harry, who gained nothing, restored the map and put it back in his pocket. As he was about to go out, he bumped into Sebastian.

"Ugh." Harry felt a chill running down his bones. He turned around and complained, "Hey, Seb, could you please stop playing such a prank?"

Sebastian turned around and waved at Harry, smiling happily.

It's always a good thing to be able to play a prank on your good brothers.

The next afternoon, Vivi also returned to Hogwarts.

Harry was studying in the auditorium when he felt someone pat him on the back. When he turned around, he found it was Vivi.

"Oh, you're back?" Harry said in surprise, "I still have..."

"Come on, come out with me first." Weiwei pulled Harry up from his seat with a smile: "Let's go, let's go to the Black Lake..."

Harry happily followed Vivi and walked out of the auditorium.

Cassandra watched all this in the Slytherin seat, and her hands clenched tightly.

She suddenly remembered that she still had an invisibility cloak, so she stood up and planned to follow to see what was going on.

Well! We can't let this bad woman take advantage of this kid Pott! Cassandra thought so, and came to a deserted corner, put on the invisibility cloak, followed Harry and Vivi, and came to the Black Lake.

The two came to the Black Lake and sat on the lush green grass.

In the distance is the golden sun, and nearby is the gentle breeze blowing on your face, as soft and gentle as the hand of a lover.

"Come on." Vivi sat on the grass and patted the side of her body to let Harry sit down.

When Harry sat down, Vivi reached out and pulled Harry to the side, and Harry lay on her legs.

It smelled very good, like the scent of flowers. Harry rested his head on the soft legs and was a little dazed for a moment.

Vivi's cascading hair fell on his face, making him feel itchy and a little flustered.

Cassandra watched all this from a distance, her hands clenched tightly together.

This shameless German woman!!!

She roared in her heart, wanting to stop it all, but she didn't know what reason she should have to stop it.

"I've considered what you said." Weiwei said with a smile, "Joining the Duel Lodge? Of course, I have no objection."

"It's really good of you to join us," Harry said with a smile, turning over to get into a more comfortable position.

But when he turned over, he couldn't see Vivi's face, his eyes were completely blocked by justice.

Vivi reached out her hand and gently stroked Harry's face, so tenderly that it was intoxicating.

Cassandra on the side clenched her fists tightly.

This can't go on any longer! She thought to herself, if this continues, this poor kid Pott will be eaten up by this guy Grindelwald...

Before she could make another sound, a rapid barking sound was heard not far away.

Harry stood up suddenly and looked back in the direction where the sound came from. Sure enough, he saw a big black dog growling at him and Vivi.

"What's wrong?" Weiwei asked indifferently.

"It's a black dog," said Harry. "It looks a little angry. I don't know who has offended it."

Weiwei turned her head and found that the black dog had quietly slipped away at some point.

"Professor Trelawney predicted something for me," Harry continued. "She said that I had an 'unlucky omen', and the unlucky omen was a black dog. Does this have anything to do with it?"

"Is it that black dog?" Vivi frowned thoughtfully. How did a black dog become connected to Harry?

"That's not the case. It's what the prophecy book says." Harry said this and told Vivi about tea leaf divination in detail.

After listening to Harry's story, Vivi reached out her hand and pinched Harry's little face with a smile.

"Oh my god Harry, you're so cute, you believe such unreliable things - if you really had something ominous, Gellert would have told you."

Harry thought, Gellert told me?
He wanted to catch me and make soup with me...

However, what they didn't expect was that the black dog... was indeed coming for Harry.

The cry it just made was also intentional.

The black dog was none other than Sirius Black, who had just escaped from Azkaban.

He was now running in the forbidden forest, and as he ran, he started to cry.

fork!

He roared in his heart.

I'm sorry! Fork!
Our eldest son, Harry! Was deceived by a Slytherin woman!

Not only did the woman look several years older than him, but she also played him around like a cloak!

He howled to the sky in grief and anger, roared "wang wang wang", and pawed the ground with his two front legs.

Fork! I'm so sorry!
No, I have to keep a close eye on Harry and make sure he isn't deceived by the Slytherin woman!

How could our cute little Harry have a Slytherin girlfriend!

Slytherins are all born evil... bad guys, and Harry must not be led astray by them!

Thinking of this, Sirius made up his mind.

This time, in addition to catching the traitor rat, he also has to prevent Harry from being deceived by the bad woman of Slytherin!
After being disturbed by the black dog, Harry also felt that he should go back to the hall.
He didn't know yet that the black dog was his godfather, Sirius Black.

Cassandra, who was not far away, was very happy.

This black dog is really nice and sensible...

She returned to the auditorium with brisk steps.

After Harry returned to the Great Hall, he and Vivi came to Cassandra.

"Cassandra," said Harry, "I have something to ask you - would you mind coming with me for a minute?"

Cassandra raised her head, glanced at Vivi, and curled the corners of her lips.

"Oh, isn't this Mr. Pott who is with the bad woman?" She stood up and said, "Does Mr. Pott want to talk to me about something?"

Despite what she said, Cassandra's body was still very honest. She followed Harry step by step to the empty classroom on the second floor.

"Tell me, what do you want from me?" Cassandra asked.

"I would like to invite you to join my Dueling Hut, Cassandra." Harry said straight to the point: "As you can see, you are my good friend, and I would like to invite you to join the Dueling Hut..."

"So that's how it is..." Cassandra said leisurely, "But I'm sorry to reject you. I'm not interested in your childish play of house - Pot, have you forgotten something? You are a sixth-grade student, not one of these idle kids. Why are you always obsessed with playing house?"

Harry wanted to retort, but before he could say anything, Vivi spoke up.

"It's like our dueling wands, Cassandra." Vivi said with a smile, "We will practice spells on each other, and there will be some harmless duels - maybe I can understand it this way, you don't want to face me in a duel? Duel with me?"

Cassandra is such a proud person that she is easily provoked, especially by her love rival.

When Vivi said this, she immediately took the bait.

"So you're playing house with Pott, too." Cassandra waved her hand and said, "Then I'll join the Dueling Hut with reluctance - but I have a request, Grindelwald."

"Harry is the one in charge of the Dueling Hut, not me, Cassandra." Vivi said with a smile.

"Okay, my request is that I want to duel with you in the dueling hut." Cassandra raised her head and said, "It's been many years since our last duel practice, right? Grindelwald - I want to see if you have made any progress since you arrived half a year earlier than me a hundred years later!"

"Okay." Weiwei said with a smile, "Don't worry, Cassandra, I will try my best to hold back my strength so as not to make some people cry..."

The two women looked at each other without giving in, you looked at me and I looked at you, neither of you wanted to give in.

Just then, there was a sudden thunder outside and heavy rain began to fall.

"Okay, stop doing that." Harry quickly stood between the two men, but his height was not enough to stop the two men.

Cassandra is nearly 1.80 meters tall, and Vivi... Vivi is already 1.80 meters tall.

What about Harry? He was just a little kid, 1.60 meters tall—boys tend to grow up late in height.

"See you tonight." Vivi said in a light tone, "I hope you won't cry, my dear Cassandra."

"Really?" Cassandra countered sarcastically, "Oh, if only your strength could match your words."

The two of them looked at each other, neither giving in even a bit.

Then, they both snorted at the same time and looked away.

After dinner, around seven o'clock, Harry quietly gathered everyone in the Dueling Hut and brought them to the Room of Requirement.

Looking at the two older sisters appearing in the team, everyone didn't know what to say.

Well, they're all Slytherin.

"I really miss this place..." Cassandra said after entering the Room of Requirement and sitting down in her familiar seat. "It's just like the old days, isn't it?"

"Okay." Harry sat in the main seat and said to them, "As you can see, the Dueling Hut in the Room of Requirement will be expanded again this time. We will welcome two new friends. The first is Cassandra Malfoy. Please raise your hands if you want to welcome her to the Dueling Hut."

Everyone raised their hands, especially Draco, who raised his hands high.

"I didn't expect you had French blood," Ron said sarcastically.

Most wizarding families don't know about the French surrender, and Ron learned it from Hermione.

"My family does have French ancestry," Draco replied smugly, not noticing Ron's sarcasm.

"Cassandra is approved, and now we will vote on Vladia Grindelwald," Harry said again.

It was still passed unanimously. Even Draco raised his hand reluctantly because he didn't want to offend Vivi, the terrifying woman, openly.

He had personally experienced how Vivi punished the Slytherin classmates, and he knew very well how terrifying the terrifying transfer students were.

“Since it was approved unanimously, let us applaud and welcome these two ladies to our team.”

After that, Harry started clapping, and everyone followed suit and cheered.

Hermione cheered the loudest, she was a complete fan of Grindelwald.

Of course, it is Grindelwald as Vivi, not some failed Grindelwald who is locked up like a parrot in a cage.

"The holidays are over, and this is our first dueling hut activity of the new semester." Harry said with a smile: "In order to test whether everyone has neglected dueling, I think everyone should split into groups of two to duel. Okay - let's start dividing into groups."

The two prickly women gave Harry face, and Cassandra stood up the moment he finished speaking.

"Come on, Grindelwald." Cassandra stood up and said impatiently, "How about we two seniors - seniors - demonstrate for everyone?"

Everyone sat up straight. They had all heard about how Miss Grindelwald suppressed Slytherin, but they didn't know how horrific the process was.

And this Miss Malfoy is obviously not a good person either...

"Okay." Weiwei stood up and took out the wand from her arms: "We should move to the side to avoid hurting our classmates, what do you think?"

The two of them came to the center of the dueling arena in the Room of Requirement. In fact, the Room of Requirement was very spacious, and it completely met the part that Harry had requested in his mind, increasing the size of the dueling stage.

It must be at least as big as a basketball court, Harry estimated.

Cedric and the others came to the vicinity of the duel arena with anticipation, and sat on the chairs that appeared in the Room of Requirement.

"Harry, you be the referee."

Vivi turned and said to Harry.

Harry stepped forward without hesitation, cleared his throat and said, "Okay, then get ready!"

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

As soon as the words fell, the two women raised their wands together and chanted the spell in unison.

"Expelliarmus!"

Two red lights shot out from the tip of the staff, entangled together, and disappeared into the air.

Cassandra moved quickly. She moved her wrists flexibly twice, and the empty seats nearby instantly turned into giant snakes, roaring and pouncing towards Vivi.

Vivi pulled the chair that turned into a barrel of explosives and threw it into the pile of snakes, then swung another chair that had turned into a barrel of explosives and threw it in front of Cassandra.

"Vera Verto!"

Cassandra transformed the powder barrel into a little white mouse, which fell to the ground and squeaked.

She cast a few more red spells, throwing them in Vivi's direction.

Vivi blocked the spells with her enhanced Iron Armor spell, and found time to counterattack with two that stunned her, the first spell colliding with Cassandra's spell in mid-air, while the second spell hit Cassandra in her spot.

"Hit!" Hermione shouted subconsciously.

However, Vivi did not feel relieved, but turned around warily.

Sure enough, Cassandra appeared behind Vivi at some point.

"Depulso (Retreat three feet from the enemy)!"

The spell brushed past Vivi's hair, and the spell failed to work, so Cassandra cast another inflation spell.

"I suggest you use this spell on yourself, Cassandra." Vivi said in a relaxed tone, flicking her wand to knock the spell away. "Look at you - you're already sixteen years old, but you're still so flat. How can this work? A straight line I can draw is more curvy than yours..."

"At least I'm not as shameless as you, Grindelwald." Cassandra turned the chairs behind Vivi into fully armed knights' armor, and they rushed towards Vivi with swords in hand: "I hope you can use your energy on studying instead of harming some underage children..."

Hearing Cassandra's words, everyone turned to look at Harry.

"Why are you looking at me?" Harry asked, scratching his head. "Is there something on my face?"

"They're obviously talking about you, mate," Ron warned in a low voice.

Hearing Ron's words, everyone nodded.

Everyone knew what Cassandra meant by "harming underage children" - because they would occasionally see Vivi holding Harry like a child...

This was no secret at Hogwarts.

"Expelliarmus!"

Vivi used a disarming spell to chain all the armored knights, disarmed all their weapons, and then threw the weapons at the knights' necks.

While doing all this, she even had enough energy to use her armor to protect herself from Cassandra's spell, and she could even knock her out out of nowhere.

"It seems that you are not that great, Grindelwald." Cassandra snorted and drew a bolt of lightning to hit Vivi. "I thought you were an insurmountable mountain--"

The lightning was annihilated on Vivi's shield. At the same time, the thunder on Vivi's shield began to crackle and flicker, like a barrier formed by lightning.

"Lightning shield, a good idea." Cassandra gave a rare positive comment, and a dragon of water suddenly spurted out from the wand in her hand.

The water dragon hit Vivi's shield, but Vivi's feet suddenly left the ground and floated in the air.

Cassandra's subsequent lightning spell hit the ground nearby.

"I've studied physics and know some basic common sense, Cassandra." Vivi said with a smile: "Your little tricks don't work..."

Hermione cheered and shouted, "Sister Weiwei! You are so awesome!"

Perhaps this is another way of saying “Learn math, physics and chemistry well and you won’t be afraid of traveling around the world.”

"You are indeed a formidable opponent, Grindelwald."

Cassandra raised the corner of her mouth, but her hands did not stop. She conjured up several giant pythons from the seats on both sides and protected her.

Sure enough, the giant pythons fell to the ground one after another, petrified and unable to move.

"You know me, and I know you, Grindelwald." Cassandra said leisurely, "Your ancient magic cannot be blocked by shields, but it can be blocked by objects... But... the game is over, Grindelwald."

At this moment, Vivi's legs were entangled by two giant pythons.

"If you give in now..." Cassandra folded her arms and chuckled. "I will let you go, Miss Grindelwald."

"Don't even think about it!" Vivi said struggling.

"I'm sorry." Cassandra snapped her fingers, and the two giant pythons opened their bloody mouths at Vivi.

However, she suddenly felt something was wrong, and Cassandra quickly moved to the side, and a spell flew past her nose.

"It's a good fake body, made just like the real thing." Cassandra gave Vivi a thumbs up. "If I hadn't known how cunning you are, I would have been fooled by you, Grindelwald."

"I agree with your assessment. You are also a difficult opponent."

Vivi spoke in sync with the fake body that was entangled by two giant pythons. The fake body was like a copy of her, and the voice it made was exactly the same as hers.

"So, which one is the real you?"

Cassandra did not give up. The two giant pythons strangled Vivi's fake body into a purple light.

"It's fake." She took two steps back and used her shield to block Vivi's two probing spells.

The audience had never seen such a fierce duel before. Everyone, including Cedric and Megan, stared at the duel between the two.

Is this the strength of sixth and seventh graders? Hermione sighed in her heart, still looking forward to growing up quickly, so that she can learn so many powerful skills by the time she is in sixth and seventh grade.

However, Cedric and Megan didn't think so - they knew what sixth and seventh graders were like... It should be said that even if all sixth and seventh grade students at Hogwarts were tied together, they might not be able to control such a spell.

Harry was a little worried that the two women might get really angry.

But the duel on the stage continued, dark clouds gradually climbed up around Cassandra's body; and Vivi... a circle of purple flames burned around Vivi.

As expected, these two people look really angry!
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