Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 213 As the principal, my power is unlimited
After chatting a little more about Anne's illness, Harry hung Omenis's portrait in the corridor.

It was placed in a very conspicuous position, right next to Walburga.

Of course Walburga knew this old man Gaunt, not because his face was full of stories, but because she had been listening to the stories of Omnis since she was a child.

She certainly had no objection, and Omenis, who didn't know Walburga's character, naturally had no objection either.

"I still need to bless you, Harry."

As Harry hung up Omnis's portrait and prepared to go to bed, Omnis suddenly spoke.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course it's because Miss Malfoy and Miss Grindelwald both found you, and of course, there's Pappy - this is the girl who can't be forgotten the most."

Omenis paused for a moment when he spoke here.

"But I think you'll be busy in the future. After all, apart from Pappy, those two women are not easy to deal with, especially... Grindelwald."

When saying Vivi's name, Omenis' voice couldn't be any quieter.

Harry stretched out his hand and made a gesture that was absolutely forbidden in Korea.

"Don't worry, little German." Harry said with a smile: "You can handle it."

Omnis said nothing, he just gave Harry a meaningful look.

Since Kreacher was sick and not feeling well, Vivi volunteered to prepare dinner tonight.

Fortunately it wasn't Cassandra, Harry thought, or else she would be in big trouble.

"Poor Kreacher..." Hermione's Madonna syndrome had not yet fully recovered, and she was still thinking about Kreacher in her mind: "They are really pitiful, aren't they? They are exploited by wizards day after day, year after year... and they are even proud of it..."

"Maybe they like it?" Ron said indifferently, "Compared to this, I think we should discuss Harry's problem - God, I didn't expect that he was the Harry Potter from a hundred years ago. When he said this in the first year, we thought he was joking."

"What else?" Hermione really put aside the matter of raising house elves. "Tell me, if I say I am Rowena Ravenclaw, will you believe it?"

"I believe it." Ron nodded hurriedly. "Of course I believe that you are more like a Ravenclaw than a Gryffindor - and I have no doubt that you are actually much wiser than Ravenclaw himself..."

"Do you really think so?" Hermione asked with a smile. She was really happy to be praised by Ron.

"Of course." Ron nodded and said, "You are the smartest witch I have ever seen. It seems that there are stars in your eyes..."

Hermione was very happy, but she felt as if there was something more to this sentence.

Was it my imagination? Hermione shook her head and pushed the thought out of her mind.

"Oh, right!" Hermione quickly took out the small wallet that Vivi gave her a few days ago and took Jack out of it.

Jack looked in good spirits, with none of the weariness that comes from being locked up for so long.

After seeing the sunshine, he swayed happily from side to side, like a happy garlic chicken.

"Jack!" Hermione picked up Jack, buried her face in the parrot's chest and sucked hard.

Then she laid Jack aside and began to cough violently.

"Ahem - I forgot it has a lot of feather powder..." Hermione said while coughing, "This time I took a sip, it felt like I was sucking in a bowl of flour..."

"I told you so." Ron shrugged, picked up the cockatoo from the table, raised his eyebrows and blew a kiss to it.

Unexpectedly, Jack followed suit and blew a kiss to Ron.

"Oh, this little rascal!" Ron laughed and reached out to touch the parrot's beak, "It's teasing me--"

"Oh, it's Australian, not British, and it doesn't have any inappropriate orientation." Hermione said quickly.

But these words didn't hurt Ron at all, because although he was British, his orientation was normal - he liked Hermione and didn't like anything else.

"You'd better be careful what you say." Ron whispered in Hermione's ear: "Headmaster Dumbledore is here, have you forgotten? He... um..."

Hermione then remembered that there was indeed someone in this room who was not quite normal.

The wizarding world is not generally open-minded. If this prisoner had been placed in the Muggle world of that era, he would have had to undergo electrotherapy for at least five years, a form of chemical castration.

It was the magic world that saved him!

"What are you talking about?"

Sirius came over and sat next to Ron.

He saw Jack the parrot and put his hand on the parrot's beak.

Jack has a very good temper. It should be said that most large parrots have good tempers. At least they are not like small species like Peony, which bites and attacks people indiscriminately.

Seeing that Jack didn't bite him, Sirius reached out and stroked the garlic-like feathers on Jack's head.

"This parrot is very beautiful. Is it Jack?" Sirius asked excitedly.

"Yes, we were just talking about it." Ron shrugged and said, "Besides, Hermione also took the opportunity to be sarcastic to the headmaster."

"I'm not! I didn't! Don't talk nonsense!" Hermione denied it three times in a rapid succession, trying to get Ron to shut up quickly and not talk nonsense and attract the headmaster.

Who knows if Dumbledore will have a bad opinion of her because of this incident? We all know that the headmaster has a good temper and will not deduct points from his classmates, but what if he gets angry? What if he deducts points from Gryffindor?
Even though this is outside the school, as the headmaster, Dumbledore has unlimited power.

"It seems that you really respect Dumbledore, don't you?" Sirius knew that Hermione didn't want to say more, so he considerately didn't continue to ask, but asked again: "What does it usually eat? I think we should prepare something that parrots can eat for him, instead of letting him eat human food with us..."

"Eat some fruit, seeds, nuts, and the like." Hermione thought for a moment and continued, "You can also feed him some chili peppers, the kind of chili peppers..."

"Parrots can eat chili peppers?" Sirius showed an interested look, "Aren't they afraid of spicy food?"

"Of course not. Birds don't have a sense of spicy food." Hermione said as she touched the parrot's garlic feathers.

In fact, this is also hot knowledge. The reason why humans and most mammals can feel the burning sensation brought by chili peppers is the interaction between the taste receptors in the mouth and capsaicin. Capsaicin is the "chemical weapon" used by chili peppers to resist mammals from eating it. When it comes into contact with specific receptors on the tongue of mammals, it triggers a series of nerve signal transmissions. After receiving it, the brain interprets it as a special pain sensation of "spicy", which makes the eater feel strongly uncomfortable and then stay away from chili peppers.

However, the taste system of birds is very different from that of mammals. In the long process of evolution, the tongues of birds have not evolved receptors that can specifically bind to capsaicin. This means that when birds peck at peppers, capsaicin cannot set off a "taste storm" like in mammals, and birds naturally will not experience the burning pain. "That's really cool." Sirius said with a smile, "So, what do you want to eat for Christmas? I'm preparing a recipe for Christmas dinner, and this can't be left to Kreacher alone - I don't trust him a little bit."

"Could Kreacher poison us again?" Hermione asked back. She was a little dissatisfied with Sirius' suspicion.

That's Kreacher, the most loyal house-elf of your Black family. How could you be so suspicious of him?
"We certainly wouldn't," Sirius shrugged, "but you wouldn't necessarily be, Hermione."

Hermione had never expected such an answer, and asked in astonishment, "Why?"

"Because in his eyes, you are... well, that." Sirius tried to speak in a gentle tone: "In fact, most house-elves believe in bloodline theory. Perhaps this is instilled in them by the pure-blood families they serve year after year, but who knows the truth? You just need to know that they don't appreciate your kindness."

"Oh." Hermione sighed and nodded helplessly.

She also knew that there was a long way to go to transform the minds of the house-elves.

"You are a kind girl, Hermione." Sirius nodded to Hermione and handed Jack to her: "Go and do what you want to do. I will support you."

"Thank you, Sirius!" Hermione smiled happily. It was the greatest help to her that someone affirmed her like this.

What's more, this person is an adult wizard.

However, she didn't understand the implicit meaning of Sirius' words.

As we all know, the British are just as roundabout in their speech as the University of Tokyo.

Even in some aspects at certain times, it is still better.

Just at this moment, Harry suddenly poked his head in from outside.

"Let's prepare dinner," he said. "Weiwei's meal is ready - I strongly recommend you to come and try it, her cooking is really delicious..."

"Poor Germans." Sirius whispered sarcastically, "What good can they have? Nothing but elbow sausages..."

"But it's better than British food," Ron said firmly, "At least we won't see salted fish and moldy cheese on the table."

"Even we British people would never eat these things!" Hermione corrected, "At least we don't eat these at home! Ron!"

"So what do you eat at home?" Ron asked curiously.

Hermione hesitated for a long time, and finally managed to say: "French food."

Hearing Hermione's words, Sirius slapped his thigh and laughed wildly.

"Yes, yes, Hermione." Sirius laughed and said, "In addition to French food, we occasionally eat some Italian food. Anyway, it is always better than British food, isn't it? Especially my mother's cooking, which is the worst in the world."

Ron recalled the first time he saw Walburga's portrait, shuddered, and nodded with lingering fear, saying, "You're right, Sirius - that's right."

As Sirius had expected, there were indeed roasted pork knuckles and sausages on the table.

But this is just one of the dishes on the table full of delicious food. There are more authentic old Viennese delicacies.

"It seems that you are still a qualified house-elf." Cassandra stretched her head to look at the food on the table, nodded with satisfaction and praised Vivi: "Well - it's really not bad."

"Thank you for the compliment, but even if I am a house elf, I am still the house elf of the Potter family."

Vivi said this with a big smile on her face and turned around to put her cheek close to Harry's.

Cassandra, who originally felt that she had gotten an advantage, suddenly felt unhappy. How...how could a person be so shameless!
There are so many people here! You are so openly intimate with Pot!

As the male owner of the house, Sirius sat in the main seat.

The rest of the people also took their seats in turn according to Western dining etiquette.

In fact, Western dining etiquette is also very complicated, with a clear distinction between guest and host seats.

But in the eyes of some idiots in later generations who worship foreign things, Western dining etiquette is an elegant heritage, while Tokyo University’s dining etiquette is dregs.

A little bit seen.

Sirius took out two bottles of wine that had been stored for many years from the wine cellar at home and asked Kreacher to pour them into everyone's glasses one by one.

Of course, Hermione and Ron were not allowed to drink.

"You know, in Italy, even children are allowed to drink a little wine with their meals."

Dumbledore picked up the wine dispenser with a smile and poured some wine for Ron, who was extremely greedy.

He did not forget Hermione and poured some for her as well.

"But don't drink too much. Today is a special day - isn't it?"

Dumbledore put away the decanter and winked at Hermione and Ron.

Ron was very happy because his parents never allowed him to drink at home.

But... now the principal has allowed it.

"Aged wizard wine," Sirius shook the glass, admiring the liquid hanging on the wall of the glass, "My family has always been reluctant to drink it before - but the situation is different now. Now I am the head of the family and the only heir to the Black family."

"I allow it! I allow it!" Walburga's voice came from outside.

In this case she had to allow it. It was not for others to drink, but for Harry Potter, Miss Grindelwald and Miss Malfoy.

It's not a waste of things at all.

"Even if you become the heir, don't spend money recklessly, Sirius." Dumbledore said earnestly: "I remember you bought a Firebolt for Harry, right? This is not what a qualified head of the family should do. You should be more mature."

However, Sirius said indifferently: "It's just a Firebolt, as long as Harry likes it - unlike some people, who say they like it... well, but in fact they are always stingy and mean, right, Headmaster?"

There was a sudden "click" sound in front of Snape. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Snape taking the knife out of the plate and the table with an expressionless face.

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)