Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 215 Cave
The next morning, Harry felt a little sleepy when he got up.

He felt as if he had experienced the legendary succubus last night, and that succubus was so...

Fortunately, the succubus didn't do anything to him because of his young age, but it was still enough to make him suffer.

Harry yawned, and the meaningful smile on Vivi's face before she left last night still emerged in his mind.

What on earth was she expecting?

Harry scratched his hair and thought, forget it, since he couldn't think of anything, he just stopped thinking about it.

He turned over, got out of bed and walked into the living room.

"Hey, good morning." Sirius, wearing a long Gryffindor robe and holding a coffee pot in his hand, greeted Harry.

"Good morning," Harry said lazily.

"You don't look very energetic, mate." Ron said as he sat on the sofa, holding a tutorial book on wizard chess in his hand. "You look like you haven't had enough rest."

"Really?" Harry ran a hand through his hair.

Is it so obvious?
He muttered in his heart, isn't it just that I didn't sleep well last night...

"Of course, I'll pour you a cup of coffee." Sirius poured Harry a cup of coffee, "After drinking it, you will feel a lot more energetic, so I won't add sugar for you."

Harry took the coffee and drank it in one gulp.

It was bitter, but refreshing enough that he felt a little more alert and at least less sleepy.

"It's really good," Harry said with a smile. "It tastes good."

He turned his head and asked, "Where are Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Snape?"

"You can't expect me to let Snotlout live here, can you?" Sirius said proudly, "Professor Dumbledore took the old Snotlout back last night. I think he knows that there is a little unhappiness between me and the old Snotlout."

Ron put the book down and looked at Sirius.

He really wanted to ask, do you really think that is just a minor unpleasantness?
But he still held back, forget it, he saw it all but didn't say it out loud.

"Let Kreacher make breakfast," Sirius said again, "I'm sorry to have troubled Miss Grindelwald to cook last night. The house-elves recover very quickly. At least I don't think Kreacher needs to rest."

He put down the coffee cup in his hand and said to Harry, "After we find Regulus, there is nothing urgent to do for the time being - by the way, I remember there will be a Quidditch World Cup next year, we have to go and watch it together, after all, it is a sport that takes place every four years."

"Quidditch World Cup?" Hermione raised her eyebrows and frowned. "Is it like the Football World Cup in our Muggle world? Is it also so popular?"

"The Quidditch World Cup, also known as the World Cup or the World Championship."

As a Quidditch fanatic, Ron certainly wouldn't give up the feeling of being a know-it-all in front of Hermione.

"Held every four years since 1473, the tournament sees Quidditch teams from all over the world compete against each other to win the World Cup. The number of countries that sign up for each Quidditch World Cup varies. Any country may sign up within 12 months of the last final."

"The rest is pretty much the same as the Muggle World Cup." Harry added, "You should know the rules of the Muggle World Cup, like the group stage and the knockout stage, that's it."

"That sounds interesting, but I don't know if it will be lively." Hermione said with a smile.

"Will it be lively?" Ron said exaggeratedly, "Oh Merlin's stinkiest socks, you really don't know what the Quidditch World Cup is, right? It's the most popular and well-known event in the wizarding world, bar none! I believe that if it's the Quidditch finals, there will be tens of thousands or even nearly 100,000 wizards coming to watch the game!"

"It is indeed very popular." Hermione nodded knowingly. The concept of the wizarding world held by tens of thousands of people is equivalent to the concept of the entire Muggle world held by tens of millions of people.

"Next year's Quidditch World Cup knockout match will be held in England, and we will go to watch it then." Sirius said with a smile: "Don't worry, I have enough ways to get tickets for all of us to watch Quidditch."

"I hope one of the three British teams will make it to the World Cup finals!" Ron said longingly, "But we also know that's unlikely. After all, England isn't an absolutely strong team, and the same goes for Scotland, and Wales is even worse... But Bulgaria does have a chance of making it to the Quidditch World Cup finals. You know, their Seeker is Viktor Krum, my favorite Seeker!"

At this point, Ron felt that this was a bit inappropriate, and quickly explained to Harry: "Oh Harry, I didn't mean that. I like you too..."

"I can see that you really like Krum." Hermione looked at Ron with pity: "I remember that your bedroom was full of his posters - oh, oh..."

"Who said that? It was obviously Charlie's Artillery!" Ron retorted quickly.

As he was speaking, Dumbledore also arrived at the Black mansion.

This time he did not bring Snape with him. After all, he was not needed to make any potions. Snape simply chose to refuse Dumbledore's invitation to come to Black's house.

For him, seeing Sirius himself would be even more disgusting than seeing James's face (Harry).

"It seems that the old Snotlout didn't come with us, which is a good thing." Sirius said with a smile, "If he came, he might have given us some potion..."

"Severus is not that kind of person, Sirius." Dumbledore began to try to mediate.

But Sirius said forcefully: "He may not drug you, but he will definitely drug me..."

This was true, because the person Snape hated most in the whole room was Sirius, and no one else.

After a while, Kreacher came over and informed them that breakfast was ready.

The breakfast was quite sumptuous, at least Kreacher had put a lot of thought into it.

Harry picked up a piece of pie and placed it in front of Ron.

Ron didn't think much about it, he picked up a piece of pie with his fork and put it in his mouth.

"How does it feel?" Harry asked.

Ron swallowed the pie with difficulty and swished the milk out of his glass.

"Apart from being a bit salty, a bit bitter and a bit sour, there's nothing wrong with it," he commented sharply.

Harry decisively chose not to touch the pie, opting for something else instead.

But unexpectedly, Sirius ate that pie with gusto.

Looking at his expression, I thought he had eaten some delicious food.

"This is my mother's cooking. It tastes terrible, but it is really delicious." Sirius said useless nonsense and said to Kreacher again: "Well done. Don't use my mother's recipe next time, okay?"

"Of course, you can be called the young master of the family's glory." Kreacher said with a croak like a bullfrog. "But I think this pudding cake is very suitable for my taste."

Dumbledore picked up a piece of pudding cake with a fork and said to Kreacher, "It's really delicious, Kreacher."

Harry's hand was almost reaching for the pudding cake, but he suddenly pulled it back.

Just kidding, if even Headmaster Dumbledore said it was delicious, then it must at least be deadly sweet.

"Why aren't you eating?" Ron asked Harry, fork in mouth. "I see you're almost touching the cake."

"I suddenly don't feel like eating." Harry told the truth, tilting his head and whispering to Ron, "Think about it, Ron, Headmaster Dumbledore loves sweets so much, and he can comment on particularly delicious cakes. What do you think it is..."

Ron only had to think about it for a moment before he could imagine the lethal amount of sugar in the pudding cake.

He shuddered and instantly gave up the idea of ​​taking a bite.

Isn’t it good to be alive?
Just at this moment, Weiwei also walked in from outside.

She lazily walked up behind Harry, leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

"Oh." She sighed contentedly and sat down next to Harry, glancing at Cassandra with a smug look.

However, she found that Cassandra was not paying attention to this side, but was eating the food in front of her in small bites.

Seeing that her plan failed, Vivi, who was bored, did not come up with another one, but sat quietly next to Harry and ate breakfast.

Sirius's eyebrows twitched, he noticed that his godson was given a good morning kiss by the bad Slytherin woman.

Although the British did not prevent premature love, Sirius always felt that his godson, this little pig, was being eaten by a juicy cabbage...

What is the opposite of Tiangang?

After Ron took two bites of breakfast, he suddenly thought of an important question.

"But do you know where the cave is?"

"Of course I know." Sirius said with a smile: "Kreacher has been to that cave. He can definitely show us the direction, or simply take us there directly."

"Yes, old Kreacher knows where that place is. I hope that the young master who has recently won the mistress's favor can fulfill his promise with Kreacher and rescue Master Regulus in time."

Kreacher kept talking, sounding somewhat reluctant and sarcastic.

Even though the mistress had forgiven Sirius, her good-for-nothing son, Kreacher still insisted on his previous point of view. Even though he accepted Harry Potter as his godson, this could not get rid of the fact that he had once made the mistress angry.

"There is no need for Kreacher. I already know where the cave is." Dumbledore raised his head and said, "At least I already know some strategies to deal with it."

Since Professor Dumbledore said so, no one had any questions and they continued to eat with their heads down.

After dinner and a rest of about an hour, Dumbledore asked everyone to set off and head to the cave.

However, he didn't bring many people with him, only Harry and Sirius, and the others waited at home.

"You really don't need me to go, Professor Dumbledore?" Vivi asked, tilting her head.

"No need, Miss Grindelwald, it's not a dangerous place." Dumbledore said with a smile, "But if you want to go with me, I have no objection."

Although that cave was not the hiding place of Voldemort or his Horcruxes, Dumbledore still felt that having one more person would be of great help. After all, Vivi was not a drag.

With that, Dumbledore reached out and grabbed Sirius and Harry.

Seeing this, Vivi also grabbed Harry's arm.

Cassandra's lips moved twice, but she didn't say anything about going together.

Cassandra's eyes dimmed only after they disappeared from the spot.

"Miss Malfoy?" Hermione asked tentatively.

Cassandra looked down at Hermione.

"If you want to go, why don't you come along?" Hermione asked cautiously.

Although he was cautious, fearing that Cassandra would get angry, curiosity ultimately prevailed.

"I don't want to go with Pot!"

Cassandra said this, left the living room, and went upstairs to her room.

"Angry." Pabbie said while floating in the sky, "See? Cassandra is a typical example of someone who says one thing and means another. She clearly wants to go, but she doesn't want to tell the truth because she wants to save face. That's why this awkward situation has happened. If I'm not mistaken, she must be secretly regretting it under the covers right now."

"No, no way?" Hermione couldn't have imagined that such a young lady with such a strong aura would be such a person?

"I know her too well." Pappy said proudly, "Do you believe it? She must be dropping pearls in her bed right now."

"I don't believe it." Hermione showed an expression of disbelief.

Pappy folded his arms and floated away.

"Are you going to go and see her?" Hermione asked loudly, "Or do I think I should go and comfort her..."

"No." Pappy denied, "I don't want to be hit by an Avada Kedavra curse. Believe me, she can definitely do it-"

"Yes, all Slytherins are so evil." Ron whispered to Hermione, "Especially since she is from the Malfoy family and a wizard from a hundred years ago, who would have thought that she was a murderous dark wizard?"

"You have some stereotypes, Ron." Hermione retorted: "Look, isn't Vivi also a kind person? Can you deny that she is not a gentle person just because she is a Slytherin?"

"Her gentleness is only because you and I are both Harry's friends." Ron said soberly, "Forget it - I can't argue with you anymore. I'm going to look at the chess records of wizards. If you have the courage, go upstairs and comfort Miss Malfoy."

"I'm not going!" Hermione said quickly, and she chose to follow her heart.

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)