Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 205 This effect is better than the education from books

After hearing Walburga's words, Vivi did not respond immediately, but turned her head to look at Harry.

Seeing that Harry did not express any dissatisfaction with Walburga, he smiled and responded, "It is an honor to me as well, Mrs. Black."

Walburga feels really good now. In the past, under the power of the second mysterious man, all the pure-blood families had to speak to him in a humble manner and did not dare to show excessive closeness.

But now?

Not to mention that the first mysterious man is my son’s godson, let’s talk about the world-famous dark wizard Grindelwald, whose sister is also so close to me...

The gap is even more obvious when comparing the two, especially for someone like Walburga who has a disease called paranoia in his head.

and so……

The Dark Lord or something, bah, I'm really not familiar with him, okay?

If the Dark Lord gained power, even if Regulus was still alive, the Black family might not be able to gain anything good. They would have to follow him in fear and tread on thin ice, fearing that he would give them the Avatar one day.

But the mysterious man in front of me...

Hey, how could he treat his godfather badly?

What Walburga is obsessed with is not bloodline, but whether he can restore the glory of the Black family.

What's more, the two people in front of him are pure-blood wizards in a broad sense, so there is nothing they can't accept.

"I'll take Vivi up first, Mrs. Black." Harry smiled reservedly at Walburga's portrait.

"Please go ahead. I will ask Kreacher to treat you well." Walburga said with a smile, "Don't be polite when you come here. Just treat it as your own home."

Vivi also smiled politely at Walburga and followed Harry up the stairs.

"I can see that Mrs. Black likes you very much." Harry said softly to Vivi.

Weiwei rolled her eyes at him charmingly: "Yes, she likes you too, doesn't she? After all, you are the first mysterious man, and the godson of her son..."

"Hey!" Harry said dissatisfiedly, "He is my godfather after all, how come he is just a son of a bitch..."

Vivi reached out and hugged Harry's arm, and began to squeeze him: "Look, Harry, our godfather - the Animagus form is a big black dog, isn't it?"

Yes, our Godfather...

"Uh, yes." Harry was a little distracted. He knew that Vivi was using some tricks, but he still took the sugar-coated bullet.

Mainly, this sugar-coated bullet is very sweet.

"So that's right, you see, is he..." Weiwei leaned over and whispered in Harry's ear, "Is he Mrs. Black's son?"

"Yeah, that's right," Harry nodded.

"Look, you agree with me, right?" Vivi said with a chuckle, and hooked Harry's arm back hard.

Harry thought about it again and again, and finally agreed with Vivi's statement.

He refused to admit that he was bewitched by Vivi's justice.

When they both went upstairs together, they found themselves still in Sirius' bedroom.

Sirius was lying on his stomach, reaching for something under the bed.

"There are no spiders this time." Sirius said, comforting Ron, "Don't worry, Ron, believe me, the spider is just an accident, look at this..."

He pulled out a wooden box from under the bed, which seemed to contain something struggling.

"Look." Sirius patted the box proudly and said, "This is my collection, Quidditch supplies--"

"Amazing!" Ron's eyes sparkled and he squatted down to look at the wooden box.

Scribbled on the chest in red paint were the words "DO NOT OPEN - UNLESS YOU WANT TO HAVE YOUR FRONT TEETH KORED BY A BLUDGE."

"As it says above, you'd better not open it..."

As soon as Sirius finished speaking, Ron opened the wooden box with a bang.

The moment it opened, a huge Bludger jumped out and hit Ron's face with a "smack".

"Merlin's bat!" Ron mumbled. "I feel like my front teeth are going to be knocked out!"

"I reminded you that there were words on the wooden box." Sirius immediately distanced himself from the matter. "I have already advised you, so don't blame me for not reminding you."

"I just feel a lot of pain." Ron complained. He covered his face and turned to Hermione and said, "You are not disfigured, are you? Hermione? Come and check if you are disfigured..."

Hermione glanced at Ron's swollen face with disdain, shook her head and said, "I prefer to use another term - plastic surgery."

Cassandra, who was standing by, put her little pink fist to her lips, trying to hide her smile.

I have to admit that Gryffindors sometimes have some good qualities, such as... a sharp tongue.

"Are you okay, Ron?" Harry asked with concern.

Ron then noticed Harry coming back and complained, covering his face: "Oh my God, it hurts so much - Harry."

"It doesn't matter. Just like Hermione said, maybe I'm helping you with your plastic surgery." Harry said, trying to hold back his laughter. It was a wonderful experience to make fun of a good friend.

"Professor Lupin, Mr. Black." Vivi greeted the two 'elders'.

Lupin smiled gently at Vivi, and Sirius raised his head, but when he looked at his godson who was looking at him with a crazy look, his smile finally turned into a long sigh.

"Hello, Miss Grindelwald."

Vivi was a little surprised. She thought Sirius would react strongly and try to break up her and Harry.

Since he is so sensible, Vivi doesn't mind accepting this elder for Harry's sake.

"So what are you doing?" Vivi asked curiously.

"I'm introducing the place where I lived back then to them." Sirius put his hands on his hips and looked around. "Look, this is my room back then..."

"It seems that you like Muggle girls very much." Vivi glanced at Sirius with a half-smile, then looked at Harry, "It's a pity that you, as the godfather, have not set a good example."

Sirius's face turned red, and he kept saying things like "posting posters of Muggle girls doesn't count as love" and "it's just a picture" and other incomprehensible words. For a moment, the room was filled with a happy atmosphere.

"No, you misunderstood." Vivi said after Sirius frantically tried to save her face, "I just think you haven't done your duty to teach your godson the correct view of love." The subtext is - you like to indulge in beauty so much, can you also let your godson open his mind?
But what she didn't know was that Harry had actually gotten it a long time ago, even a little too much.

Now Harry is thinking about eating more and taking more. You are all my wings, and I don’t want to let anyone down.

"How dare you say that, Grindelwald." Cassandra said leisurely on the side: "I'm not worried about what Mr. Black will do to Harry. I'm worried that you will lead Harry astray."

"Oh?"

Vivi narrowed her eyes and looked at her lifelong enemy, Cassandra.

"I want to know, how can I lead Harry astray?"

"I don't need to tell you that, Grindelwald - you know it yourself."

Cassandra crossed her arms and thought to herself - this Grindelwald has been trying so hard over the years to train Harry to be a little guy who only needs to rely on her, instead of letting Harry grow up to be a legendary wizard. She is so mean. Germans are more cunning than anyone else!
Vivi ignored her, she just thought Cassandra was making fun of her.

"Well, we should go downstairs to eat." Sirius began to smooth things over. "Don't you agree, Miss Sweeting?"

Sirius called out, but didn't hear any response from Pappy.

He turned his head and saw Papi standing beside him, sleeping soundly with his head down.

"Miss Sweeting? Miss Sweeting?"

Pappy was startled awake. She jumped on the spot subconsciously and wiped the crystals from the corners of her mouth: "What, what happened?"

"It seems that she has been a unicorn for too long and has forgotten how to sleep as a human." Cassandra glanced up and down at Pabbie. "It seems that she still thinks of herself as a donkey, not a human being."

"You are the donkey!" Pappy retorted, "You old venomous snake!"

"Yes, Pappy." Weiwei walked to Pappy's side, rubbed Pappy's head with her hand, and said to her: "Don't listen to what this poisonous woman says. You know, she never says anything nice."

While saying this, Vivi gave Cassandra a subtle look of protest.

She had seen in Mr. Granger's secret collection of books that we should unite all the people who can be united.

And the Papi in front of her is the person she must unite with.

Being able to fight Cassandra together is secondary. The most important thing is to prevent her from being united by Cassandra and joining her side.

Before Cassandra could say anything, Kreacher appeared in front of them.

"Your Excellency, Master Potter." Kreacher bowed and said, "Old Kreacher has prepared a sumptuous dinner for you and your guests. Please move to the restaurant for dinner."

"The dining room?" Ron muttered. "Isn't it as poorly cleaned as this place?"

Kreacher didn't say anything, he just muttered something about pure-blood traitor Weasley and then left Sirius' bedroom.

"He has always been like this. You don't need to look at me." Sirius smiled indifferently: "It should be said that this family has instilled many inappropriate ideas in him, and this cannot be changed overnight."

"What else can I say?" Ron spread his hands and said, "For the sake of dinner, I won't argue with him - if there were chicken legs, maybe I would thank him."

"You still can't forget the chicken drumstick, Ron." Hermione sighed, shaking her head.

She felt that Ron was really hopeless. In his eyes, nothing was more important than chicken legs.

It should be said that the restaurant was not as shabby as Ron imagined, but was as magnificent as it was in the past.

This is very much in line with the style of the Black family, and this decoration was originally decided by Phineas Black.

"He really wants to stick all the gold in the walls." Cassandra commented on Phineas.

Even though they were both Slytherins and from the same pure-blood family, Cassandra still didn't want to hold back.

After all, Phineas was the most unpopular headmaster in the history of Hogwarts. Even his son Sirius II Black hated him very much.

"Wow!" Ron cheered and sat aside. "There really are chicken legs - God, how did Kreacher know what I like?"

"Maybe he just happened to prepare a recipe for chicken legs." Hermione said, sitting next to Ron. "But I think Kreacher must be very tired after working for so long. God... I have never understood why wizards would enslave house-elves to work for them, and order them around like slaves, and even beat or scold them. Don't house-elves deserve respect?"

Ron looked up in confusion. He had no idea what Hermione was thinking.

But Vivi knew that this little girl was obviously suffering from a madame syndrome.

When they were in the palace, there were some noble ladies who had enough food to eat but had no place to vent their energy, so they liked to show their love everywhere - some sympathized with cats, some sympathized with dogs, but no one sympathized with the homeless, selling their children and having no food to eat.

Some people are simply trying to impress themselves, while others are trying to establish their own persona.

It seems that Hermione should be the first type. Vivi didn't say anything, but just thought that Hermione still needed some beatings from society.

Why did house-elves become slaves to wizards? What does this have to do with me?

However, she didn't expect that Hermione's retribution would come so quickly.

"That damned Mudblood actually radiated her love to old Kreacher. I don't know whether she was trying to move herself or someone else present. But old Kreacher didn't need the lowly Mudblood to sympathize with him. This made him feel sick."

Kreacher was mumbling to himself, loud enough for everyone present to hear clearly.

In fact, everyone can hear it.

Hermione obviously didn't expect Kreacher to say that about her. She was helping Kreacher to fight for his rights, but she didn't expect to be scolded so harshly in return.

The little girl had never suffered such an injustice before. Her eyes turned red and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Sometimes, this effect is better than education from books." Cassandra said sarcastically.

Sirius coughed twice and scolded, "Kreacher! Apologize to Hermione!"

Kreacher raised his head, glanced at Sirius, then reluctantly reached out for the rag and continued wiping the table beside him.

"Well, old Kreacher will give the mud..."

"I won't allow you to say words like that again!" Sirius ordered again.

"Old Kreacher apologizes to Miss Granger." There was no apology in Kreacher's voice. "I hope she won't always think about me when she has nothing to do."

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(Happy New Year!)
(End of this chapter)