Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 204 Weiwei's Kiss (Happy New Year)
Harry swam in the air for a long time before struggling to land.

He was really careless and didn't dodge.

But then again, letting Cassandra vent her anger was part of Harry's plan, otherwise she might not speak for days.

Harry knew Cassandra all too well.

"I don't think she's actually angry." Pabbie said on the side, "I know her. If she's angry, it won't be as simple as just giving you a levitation spell."

"Really?" Harry turned to Pappy. "So you know a lot?"

"You're kidding!" Pabbie puffed out his chest. "I know a lot about this, okay? If you want to take down Cassandra, just ask me!"

Harry was jealous. Why hadn't he noticed Pappy's talent before?
In the words of Professor Haoying, have big ambitions.

"I'm going to ask Mr. Flamel how his progress is going," Harry said repeatedly. "I hope he can brew the potion after school starts and resurrect you successfully."

Finally, Harry looked at Pappy again and said, "Aren't you afraid of giving me an assist and being targeted by Vivi?"

"Huh, Vivi?" Pappy hugged her chest, and it was obvious that her arms were a little difficult to hold: "She is too proud. Being too proud will bring great harm!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ron's head popped out of the house.

'Come on in, Harry,' he said, 'and have a look at Sirius's room. You will never see what we see. . . . '

"Coming," said Harry, striding into Sirius' room.

It should be said that no one has entered his room since Sirius left the house.

Due to years of neglect, the curtains of the four-poster bed, which were once dark green velvet, had now faded to the color of a rainy swamp; the gilded bedposts bore scorch marks from some kind of spell - in his rebellious days, Sirius had tried to turn the Slytherin silver snake relief into the lion symbolizing Gryffindor - in his words, how could a Gryffindor sleep in a Slytherin bed?

Of course, he couldn't avoid being beaten by Walburga. The young Sirius couldn't resist his mother's corporal punishment, but when he was sixteen, he chose to run away if he couldn't win.

If I can’t fight, can’t I run away?

"Look, these windows are all locked." Ron said, pointing to the windows around.

"You should know how conservative the Black family is." Sirius shrugged and said indifferently, "In their opinion, the birth of a Gryffindor in a pure-blood family is a shame for the family, so they sealed the doors and windows of my room."

"I can see," Pappy whispered to Harry, "that these sealed doors and windows are just as old-fashioned as the Black family's closed minds."

"But these Muggle women are really hot." Cassandra complained on the side, "I think it is necessary to talk to Grindelwald about this matter, so that Pott will not be led astray by his lecherous dog godfather - or rather, he has been led astray."

Before Harry could say anything, he heard Sirius retort, "Why, you don't like it?"

Cassandra looked at Sirius expressionlessly. Actually...she really liked the way Harry seemed to have come to his senses now.

The prerequisite is to stay away from that thieving cat or that stupid donkey.

Sirius knew that the assist was successful, so he didn't continue talking and chose to give face to his "future daughter-in-law".

There is nothing wrong with thinking this way, after all, Harry is his godson, and now that Harry's parents are gone, in fact, Sirius' identity is not much different from that of Harry's father.

It’s just that this biological father and godfather…both of them have somewhat unreliable personalities.

Sirius reached out and opened the mahogany wardrobe. The wardrobe had been in disrepair for many years, and the exterior was even rotten. You could faintly smell the smell of rotting wood.

He fished inside and pulled out a black jacket.

"Look, my treasure is still there." He laughed. "Remember this jacket, Harry?"

"I have some impression." Harry didn't lie, he did have some impression.

"I was wearing this jacket and riding a motorcycle to deliver you to Hagrid." Sirius was beaming with joy when he said this, but suddenly he remembered why he gave it to Harry, and his expression became a little depressed: "Alas, it's all my fault for trusting Peter too much..."

"No one could have expected that he would suddenly betray me." Harry put his hand on Sirius's shoulder: "It's not your fault, Sirius."

Sirius nodded emphatically and reached out to pat Harry's hand.

Harry followed Sirius's side and saw the sunlight reflecting the tiny words on the wall.

"Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs swear to never betray us!"

Perhaps sensing the low mood in the atmosphere, Ron suddenly changed the subject, pointing to the area under the bed that was still making a slight noise, and said, "Mr. Black, what's under the bed?"

"Just call me Sirius. You are all Harry's good friends." Sirius said with a smile, automatically blocking out the misfortune of being called 'Dog Godfather' by his two Slytherin daughters-in-law.

He walked to the bed, bent down and rummaged under the bed, then pulled his hand back as if he had been electrocuted.

"Oh, there's a spider down there," Sirius said, looking back and shaking his hand, "It bites pretty painfully."

"It shouldn't be the Black Widow, right?" Ron asked in a crying voice. He was most afraid of spiders.

"No, it's probably just an ordinary garden spider, not very poisonous." Sirius said with a smile, pulling the spider out.

The spider was pulled by Sirius's legs and struggled to bite him, but ended up biting his nails and failed to pierce the other's nails.

"Look, it's very lively." Sirius said as he looked at the struggling spider. "I saw this thing often when I was in Azkaban. I should say it's a good food to fill your stomach, but it doesn't taste very good."

"But it can give you five times the energy of beef." Hermione said to Sirius like a know-it-all.

After she said this, she felt the puzzled looks from all around her, as well as Ron's surprised and horrified look.

"I saw it on TV," she explained quickly. "It said something about spiders and that they tasted like chicken."

"How could that be?" Sirius denied. "I bet they have never eaten a spider raw. The taste is really not good. It's a bit like slime exploding in your mouth, especially when you bite its belly. That feeling..."

"Okay, stop talking." Ron's face turned pale and stopped Sirius from talking: "It will be boring if you continue!"

"They're probably talking about the smell of being cooked," Hermione continued. "I've seen the meat beneath the black chitinous shell, and it does look a lot like chicken - and a bit like crab."

"Like a crab?" Harry said knowingly, "That's not a problem. After all, spiders and crabs look very similar..."

"In theory, spiders and crabs both belong to the phylum Arthropoda," Hermione explained to them. "But even though they are both phylum Arthropoda, they belong to two different classes - spiders belong to the class Arachnida, while crabs belong to the class Soft Shells. Even though they look very similar, their relationship is as distant as that between humans in the class Mammals and turtles in the class Reptiles."

"How do we know if we don't try it?" Sirius shrugged and said, "It just so happens that there are a lot of Acromanthus in the Forbidden Forest... no, they are land-based soft-armored hairy king crabs. Maybe we can catch some and give it a try when school starts."

"Is this really okay?" Harry looked at Sirius suspiciously: "You know, those are Hagrid's treasures. If you eat them, Hagrid will be sad."

"Really? Hagrid didn't seem sad when that giant eight-eyed spider tried to eat me." Sirius waved his hand and said, "It's settled. Those giant eight-eyed spiders have destroyed the ecological environment in the Forbidden Forest. We have the obligation and responsibility to deal with them!" While saying this, Sirius frowned and asked, "Where's Kreacher? Why haven't we seen him for such a long time? Kreacher?!"

A small vortex flashed by, and the old Kreacher appeared in front of everyone.

"Kreacher," said Sirius, "as you can see, we have guests at home, and I hope you can prepare a sumptuous dinner to entertain them."

"Okay, my dear master." Kreacher was about to leave when he was stopped by Sirius.

"Wait -" Sirius asked suspiciously: "What did you call me? Honorable young master? Ha, haven't I always been a beastly young master in your eyes?"

"Oh, the situation is different now." Kreacher answered truthfully: "The mistress said that you are her favorite son and the pride of her life, so old Kreacher must obey the mistress's wishes. From now on, you will be the most distinguished young master——"

"What's wrong with my mother?" Sirius frowned. "Did my great-grandfather give her some kind of magic potion? Or can the Imperius Curse be used between portraits?"

"This is not something Kreacher can know, and Kreacher does not deserve to know it." Kreacher bowed respectfully.

Although the roar just now was very loud, Sirius, who was introducing the Black house to everyone, did not hear clearly what Walburga was saying.

He just inferred based on common sense that he must be scolding him, so he didn't take it seriously.

If it is the first time you are scolded, you may feel a little sad and upset - but if you are yelled at and insulted like this every day, you may slowly get used to it.

After all, too much debt doesn't worry you, and too many lice don't itch.

"I just seemed to hear Mrs. Black shouting that you are her favorite son." Ron looked at Sirius hesitantly.

Who would have thought that Sirius would sneer.

"How is that possible? Even if the sun rises from the west tomorrow! Even if Merlin never wears lace socks again! I don't believe I will become my mother's favorite son!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Harry suddenly felt a vibration in his arms.

He took out a crystal ball from his pocket, and Vivi's half-body silhouette was waving at him on it.

"It's Vivi," Harry said to them and walked out.

"What are you going to do?" Sirius asked curiously.

"Answer the phone." Harry said briefly, "As for what a phone is... maybe Pabby will explain it to you. Now I have to quickly answer the phone--"

After saying that, he hurried out of the room.

He had to go out to answer the phone, because who knew if Vivi would tease him in the bathtub like last time?

It's okay to watch it yourself, but you must never let others see such a good thing.

However, he was overthinking it. How could Vivi take a shower in the daytime? When he answered the phone, Vivi was wearing a beige long windbreaker and smiling at him.

Harry was visibly disappointed when he saw Vivi in ​​all her clothes.

Of course he knew what he was missing. Who wouldn't want to watch a beautiful woman bathing? Wouldn't you?

What's more, he wasn't peeking, but was looking at it at will according to the emperor's order!
"I can see that, Harry." Vivi said with a smile, "You are very disappointed, right?"

"Ahem," Harry coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment and said, "When are you coming over? We are at the old Black house..."

"I'm at the door." Vivi said with a smile.

"I'll be right there!" said Harry, putting the crystal ball into his pocket.

He walked downstairs quickly, came to the front door, opened it, and saw Vivi standing there.

"Good afternoon, Harry."

Vivi opened her arms and motioned Harry to come over.

Harry walked forward and hugged Vivi generously.

Vivi lowered her head and kissed Harry gently on the forehead.

"Come on, let's go in." Weiwei said with a smile, "Don't let the Godfather and the others wait anxiously."

"Godfather?" Harry looked up at Vivi.

"Yes, isn't your godfather my godfather?" Weiwei smiled and pinched Harry's nose. "Why, don't you think it's okay?"

"of course can."

The two talked as they walked inside.

As soon as I entered the room, the portrait of Mrs. Black hanging in the main hall suddenly asked, "Mr. Potter - who is this lady?"

As an old Slytherin, she could see Slytherin temperament wherever she went as soon as she opened her eyes.

Although this elegant and intellectual girl in front of him looked like a Ravenclaw, her disguise could not fool Walburga.

In this girl's eyes, Walburga could see the fire of ambition that was enough to burn all of Europe.

"Oh, this is my good friend."

After all, Walburga was his godfather's mother, and no matter what, Harry was willing to speak to her calmly when the other party was in a calm state of communication.

"Hello, Mrs. Black." Vivi said with a smile, "My name is Veratia Elizabeth Emily Grindelwald."

"Grindelwald?"

Walburga's voice rose an octave.

"Are you Miss Grindelwald? It's an honor to meet you—"

At this moment, a burst of black mist suddenly rose from the Slytherin pendant in Kreacher's arms.

Kreacher's eyes suddenly went blank. He paused for a moment and continued to mechanically prepare dinner for his master.

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(Happy New Year! Stand guard for the New Year!)
(End of this chapter)