Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 202: It's better to give birth to a Yorkshire pudding than to give birth to you, the boss

Sirius was very curious about who the Hufflepuff ghost following Harry was, but the carriage was about to set off, so he didn't ask any more questions.

After getting on the carriage and seeing everyone's curious eyes, Sirius finally asked, "Harry, won't you introduce your new friend to us?"

"New friend?" Harry was stunned. He didn't understand what Sirius meant.

He followed Sirius and everyone else's gaze and saw Pappy in ghost form.

Only then did I realize that Pabbie had always appeared in the image of a unicorn, so it was understandable that no one knew her.

"Oh, you mean her." Harry smiled and said, "Haven't you met her before? Especially you, Sirius, how come you don't know her?"

"Yeah, how come you don't know me?" Pappy followed Harry's words and said in a soft voice with her hands on her hips.

Hearing this familiar voice, everyone realized that the ghost lady was Papi!

"You are Pappy?!" Hermione asked in surprise, covering her mouth.

"It's no secret." Cassandra said, holding her forehead with her hand. "Although she is a ghost now, she is actually the real Pabbie..."

"Oh my God, how could you..." Ron asked in disbelief, "How could you be a ghost? Aren't you a unicorn? Why did you become a ghost? Are all unicorn ghosts human?"

"Are you stupid?" Hermione looked at Ron helplessly. "How can a unicorn's ghost form be a human? It's obviously a unicorn... It looks like Miss Pappy must have some secret..."

After hearing Hermione's words, everyone looked at Pappy.

"Yes." Pappy shook his head and said, "This is the consequence of practicing Magic Magus - so, don't practice Magic Magus, what if you become like me?"

"Magmagus?" Ron scratched his head. He encountered a problem he didn't understand.

"The so-called Magical Magus refers to those who want to transform into magical creatures through Animagus." Hermione sighed and said, "It should be said that normal Animagus has considerable risks, let alone Magical Magus?"

"So this is the consequence?" Sirius looked at Pabli, finding it hard to accept that the kind-hearted Miss Unicorn was actually a ghost.

She witnessed the whole process of me eating the giant spider...

"This is the consequence." Pappy smiled silently and leaned against Harry. "Mr. Flamel - yes, the legendary alchemist Nicolas Flamel. He suggested that I get in touch with Harry more because he absorbed the Philosopher's Stone in his first year. I will gradually nourish my body by getting in touch with Harry, and then I can return to human time, right, Harry?"

As he said this, Pappy looked up and smiled sweetly at Harry.

Sirius froze.

Sirius was ecstatic!

God!

Isn't this just like a pillow when you feel sleepy?

That is, how could Harry be tortured by two Slytherin women?
You must choose Pappy from Hufflepuff...

Look at the look in Miss Ghost's eyes, they are all stringy... much stringier than mozzarella cheese.

I believe, I absolutely believe, that if Lily were still alive, she would definitely choose Pappy from Hufflepuff, right?
Sirius thought wishfully, but he had no idea that if Lily were still alive and saw that Harry was having an affair with her teacher, she would proudly say that this was my good son.

Cassandra on the side showed a look of disgust. She knew of course that this donkey... Miss Unicorn... Miss Ghost liked Harry, but she would not throw her out of the carriage because of such a small matter.

But you still have to express your stance, and you still have to express your disdain.

Whose stupid donkey is this!
"I never thought that Harry would be so popular with girls." Sirius began to assist with a smile, "I remember Miss Grindelwald also likes Harry, right? And Miss Sweeting... Oh, yes, Miss Malfoy too..."

"Oh, I advise you not to fill your brain with pink bubbles, Uncle Black." Cassandra deliberately emphasized the word "uncle", meaning to remind Sirius that as an uncle, you should be more careful with your words.

But if Vivi were here, she would definitely hear the hidden meaning behind Cassandra's words.

only……

Everyone in the car was a Gryffindor, and there was also a Hufflepuff. It was a bit unnecessary to expect them to understand these roundabout words.

"Well, Padfoot." Professor Lupin yawned and said, "Miss Malfoy is right. As an elder, how can you make up stories about the younger generation like this?"

"Hey, I'm an elder now, right?" Sirius obviously still couldn't put himself in the shoes of an elder - after all, he had spent the missing twelve years in Azkaban, and in his life, he was still stuck in the time not long after graduation twelve years ago.

As Lily often said, in addition to James and Harry, she also had a third son - Sirius.

"If you are not an elder, then what are you?" Lupin glanced at him and said.

"By the way." Sirius began to change the subject: "Ms. Malfoy, I don't remember that Lucius Malfoy has a daughter. May I ask who your father is..."

"Septimus." Cassandra made no attempt to disguise it. "My father is Septimus Malfoy."

Septimus Malfoy?

Sirius always felt that the name sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it.

"I seem to have heard of such a Malfoy, but I forgot where I heard it." Sirius shrugged and said, "Well, I'm just asking, I don't mean to dig into the details - then, Miss Sweeting, if you are resurrected, what kind of materials do you need?"

"Mr. Flamel is searching." Pappy said with a smile, "I remember he found a very suitable magic, but it will take time to brew the potion... If we calculate the time, it should be around February next year? I'm not sure."

"Isn't it going to be soon?" Sirius said with a smile, and then looked at Harry, "Then you should spend more time with Miss Sweeting recently, so as not to delay the resurrection or make the resurrection effect not very good, what do you think, Harry?"

Sirius really wanted his godson to stick with Pappy every day. In his opinion, a girl from Hufflepuff was not romantic, but she was practical and reliable, and was the most suitable wife...

No, it should be said that Hufflepuff girls are the best choice for being good wives and mothers.

She is capable of both housework and housework. Do you really expect a woman like Miss Malfoy to be able to cook?
Sirius didn't dare to imagine Cassandra cooking in the kitchen. Maybe she would make snake soup for Harry?

Really...

Ouch!
Cassandra twitched the corners of her mouth. She wanted to say something but held back.

Never mind, Harry is here, he is his dog godfather. We should still give him some respect...

"How long will it take?" she asked casually.

"Soon," said Sirius, "I haven't been back for a long time. I haven't been back home since I got out of Azkaban - you probably don't know what kind of woman my mother is, my God..."

"What kind?" Ron asked with interest.

"Oh my," Sirius didn't even need to imagine, and gave a very appropriate adjective: "Abominable shrew."

"How can you say that about your mother?" Hermione said with a frown.

Sirius was not angry either, he just raised a finger. Willy said angrily: "You don't know my mother and make rash judgments. If you can still say this in a while, I will accept your criticism."

"Oh." Hermione nodded and stopped talking.

I was still wondering what kind of mother could make her son hate her so much?
Come to think of it, I still have a little bit of expectation.

The carriage flew very fast, and in less than half an hour, it arrived at the gate of Number 12 Grimmauld Place.

The door of the house seemed to have not been repaired for a long time and looked a little rotten. Sirius pushed the door, and the door fell to the ground with a bang.

Almost at the same time, a house-elf appeared in front of them.

The house-elf was almost naked except for a dirty rag around his waist; he seemed to have several times more skin than his body actually needed. His head was bald, but there was a lot of white hair growing in his two large bat-like ears. His eyes were bloodshot and gray, and his fleshy nose was so big that it looked like a pig's nose.

"It's Kreacher." Sirius said to everyone, "The Black family's house-elf."

Who would have thought that Kreacher opened his languid eyes, raised his head and glanced at Sirius with a look of disdain and disgust.

"Look, the beast who betrayed the Black family is back. He even has the nerve to come back. If the mistress sees this, she will scold Kreacher for accepting such a bastard who betrayed the family back."

Kreacher said in his bullfrog-like croaking voice, bending even lower and grunting into his knees.

"Oh!" Hermione glanced at Kreacher with difficulty, and whispered to Ron, "He cursed very filthy..."

"There are even dirtier ones." Sirius seemed to have gotten used to Kreacher's attitude and said to him, "Clean up the house. My godson's friends and I are going to come back here for Christmas. Do you understand? Kreacher?"

Sirius then introduced Kreacher, "This is my friend, Lupin - you've met him. Also, this is my godson, Harry Potter, and these are his friends, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Pappy Sweeting..."

Kreacher raised his head and glanced.

"I knew that the bad young master who betrayed the purebloods would stoop to such a level, returning to my mistress's old house with the blood-betraying Weasley and a Mudblood... and a ghost?"

"Hey, watch your words!" Ron said unhappily.

Kreacher did not refute anything, but just muttered reluctantly: "Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, my God..."

However, all this came to an abrupt end when he saw Cassandra.

His eyes suddenly lit up.

"Who is this distinguished Slytherin lady?" he asked.

"Cassandra," said Sirius. "Cassandra Malfoy."

"So it's the eldest daughter of the noble Malfoy family." Kreacher's eyes lit up: "It seems that the traitor master has not fallen completely. At least he knows how to become friends with Slytherin..."

"She's not my friend, she's my godson's good friend..." Sirius quickly defended himself, seeming to not want to have even the slightest connection with any Slytherin.

"It seems that Master Potter has good vision, at least much better than his beastly godfather." Kreacher bowed deeply to Harry and Cassandra, "Welcome, Master Potter, and Miss Malfoy - please come in, Kreacher welcomes you."

Sirius took a breath.

Forget it……

"Sorry." Sirius turned around and said to Hermione and Ron, "As you know, the Black family is a bit extreme. I'm really sorry to cause you trouble."

"It's okay." Hermione just felt curious, not angry - Ron was the same.

They walked into the Black mansion, and as soon as they stepped through the front door, Harry felt a sense of foreboding.

As he expected, a roar came from the wall.

"Sirius Black!" the portrait on the wall roared, "How dare you come back! You are a pure-blood traitor who is worse than a beast! You are a dog! I really regret giving birth to you. It would be better to give birth to a Yorkshire pudding than a bastard like you!"

"Oh my god!" Hermione was startled by the roar and jumped up subconsciously.

Sirius turned around and shook his finger at Hermione, correcting the mistake in her words: "No, no, no, it's my not-so-saint mother."

"You are a disgrace to the purebloods! You evil beast with a maggot heart, actually brought a mudblood to my house..."

Mrs. Black was still showing off her vocabulary, trying to use verbal attacks to get Sirius to leave the house.

Seeing Mrs. Black like this, Hermione showed a look of understanding.

"Sorry, Sirius." Hermione raised her head and looked at Sirius sincerely.

She swore that if she had a mother like this, she would have jumped from the sixth floor long ago.

"Now you know how powerful my mother is?" Sirius shrugged and said nonchalantly, "She pasted her portrait here with a permanent sticking spell, and I can't throw her out... So we should try to stay away from her for the next two days to avoid being verbally attacked by her..."

However, just when everyone thought Mrs. Black was about to continue scolding, Phineas Black suddenly appeared in her portrait.

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)