Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 218 Giving Gifts to Three Women at the Same Time... (10000 words)
"I need you to be ready. I need to remove the protective flames."

After Harry finished speaking, the flames around him suddenly licked around.

Those Yin corpses were already very afraid of fire, and when they were frightened, they retreated violently, and some even fell backwards and fell into the lake.

"Don't worry, Harry," said Vivi.

Hearing Vivi's response, Harry raised the hand that was not holding the wand.

"get ready--"

As soon as the words fell, the surrounding flames suddenly disappeared, as if they had never burned.

The corpses were stunned for a moment. They had never expected that the flames in the sky would suddenly disappear mysteriously.

"It's now!"

Vivi shouted, and under the stimulation of magic power, her clothes fluttered under the influence of the violent magic power.

The purple magic power seemed to condense into substance, like a long whip that was swung out, pulling all the dazed corpses around back into the lake.

Harry raised his wand and shouted, "Here come Regulus Arcturus Black's clothes!"

After he finished reciting the spell, a strong white light burst out from the tip of the wand.

At the same time, the lake water was churning violently, and soon a thin figure flew out of the lake and was quickly sucked into Harry's hand.

"It's Regulus!" Sirius cried out.

That was his youngest brother, how could he forget?

He was very curious about why Harry could use the Sling Charm to pull Regulus out of the lake, since the Sling Charm normally would not work on the human body.

But this was obviously not a good time to ask questions, and Sirius could only suppress his curiosity.

"Let's go," said Harry. "Apparate back—"

There was a burst of flashes, and Harry dragged Regulus back to the Black mansion.

It should be said that it was obviously not a good time for him to go back, because Regulus fell right between Hermione and Ron.

It looked like Hermione was tutoring Ron.

The moment she saw Regulus, Hermione let out a high-pitched scream.

Ron quickly pulled Hermione back, then drew his wand without even thinking, and aimed a blazing beam of fire at Regulus.

Harry cast a spell to block the fire magic, thus saving Regulus from being burned to ashes.

It should be said that Ron is very reliable - provided that what suddenly appears in front of him is not a spider.

An Inferi couldn't scare Ron, a tough kid who was always given small surprises by the Weasley twins.

But if it was a big spider that appeared, then there should be a Ron who is cosplaying as an air raid siren with Hermione.

"Look what's going on?" Vivi was in the mood to tease as she entered the Blake mansion: "Oh, I really suspect we traveled through time when we Apparated. Could this be Coventry in 1940?"

The so-called Coventry refers to the Coventry Incident, a controversial incident in which the British authorities sacrificed local interests for the overall interests. The team led by Alan Turing cracked the German code system and learned that Germany would implement the Moonlight Sonata plan to carry out a devastating bombing of Coventry. In order to prevent its cracking system from being exposed to Germany, the British did not warn the residents of the city, nor did they take unconventional defense measures, and it was eventually razed to the ground.

It must be said that Hermione's scream did sound like an air raid siren.

When Hermione saw Vivi appear, she finally stopped screaming. Her face turned red and white, and she felt shy and a little frightened.

"What the hell is going on?" Hermione asked hysterically.

"This is Sirius's brother. We rescued him from the cave." Vivi glanced at Regulus who was still struggling to scratch Ron, and said in a calm tone: "He looks a little bit abnormal, but it's not a problem."

"You call this something wrong?!" Hermione asked, scratching her head. "He has turned into an Inferi - we learned in class that this is a clear sign of Inferihood -"

"It's no big deal." Weiwei still didn't care: "Don't worry, he won't bite..."

Hermione always felt like she had heard this sentence somewhere... Oh, now I remember, it was when she was in the first grade of elementary school and she went to visit her aunt's house during the holidays. Her aunt described their dog in this way.

"Look, he doesn't bite. Don't worry, dear."

As soon as she finished speaking, the dog bit her cousin.

Before Hermione could come to her senses from her memories, Sirius and Dumbledore came back here.

"I think the most urgent thing to do now is to clear Regulus's name!" This was the first sentence Sirius said when he came back here: "He is a hero who resisted Voldemort, not a villain who followed Voldemort. The whole wizarding world must know this - look, the two men of the Black family are standing on the front line against Voldemort!"

"That is indeed what we should do," Dumbledore said weakly.

Harry saw that Dumbledore was not in a good condition, so he walked forward and helped Dumbledore sit on the sofa beside him.

"You really should be less conceited, Dumbledore." Vivi sighed and said, "We all know the meaning of self-sacrifice... Whether it's me, Harry, or Uncle Black, we all have the spirit of sacrificing everything..."

"It seems that I have overdone it." Dumbledore raised a gentle smile: "Well, I won't be so conceited in the future--"

"Harry! Harry!" Ron's voice suddenly rang out: "Take him away quickly, take him away ah ah ah -"

Ron's voice trembled with fear because Regulus had already grabbed his legs with both hands.

It’s not that Ron is useless, but because the Inferi in front of him is Regulus Black, the young master of the Black mansion and the younger brother of Sirius Black.

He didn't dare to use any magic rashly because he was afraid of the consequences.

What if Regulus was cremated directly? That would be terrible.

"This is my mistake." Sirius put his hand on his chest, raised his head and called out: "Kreacher! Kreacher! Regulus has been brought back by us!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a crackling sound in the air and Kreacher appeared in the living room.

The moment he saw Regulus, Kreacher could no longer bear it. His legs went weak and he fell to his knees with a thud.

"Master - Oh my God, Master Regulus, is that you?"

He Apparated again and came to Regulus' side.

It should be said that he stood between Regulus and Ron.

Regulus, who had turned into a corpse, no longer retained any memories of his life. He had no idea who the short guy in front of him was. He only knew that he looked like he might be edible.

He stretched out his hands and placed them on Kreacher's shoulders.

"Oh, Master..."

It was unknown what kind of power Kreacher used, but Regulus was unable to catch him at all. Instead, his two arms were also controlled by Kreacher.

Regulus' Inferi roared, lowered his head and was about to take another bite of Kreacher to taste the saltiness.

However, Kreacher held Regulus' face with his hands, sobbing, "Master, you still remember poor old Kreacher. It's worth it even if Kreacher died. Come on, follow Kreacher back to your room. Since you left, except for that prodigal son... the young master who has recently won the mistress's favor and Master Potter, Kreacher has not allowed anyone to enter your room..."

Kreacher chatted with Regulus in a rambling manner, and supported him as he walked step by step towards Regulus' room.

While walking, Regulus was not very honest and always looked like he wanted to take a bite of Kreacher.

However, Kreacher always found an unreasonable angle to avoid Regulus's bite.

This style of painting is...very weird.

"So how do you use the Scything Charm..." Sirius gestured, he couldn't quite describe the feeling.

In his impression, the Flying Spell could not possibly work on the human body.

"It can pull people's clothes and make them fly over." Harry said concisely.

In fact, this is just the tip of the iceberg, because Harry pulled Regulus out from the bottom of the lake...

To achieve this, it is impossible without the same powerful magic power as him - it should be said that even Dumbledore cannot do it, because he does not have a philosopher's stone with infinite magic power to back him up.

But Harry could do that.

Just do your best and leave the rest to miracles.

"I still suggest that Regulus should be buried," Dumbledore said. "Now that we have found him, we should remove the dark magic cast on him in time and turn him back into a corpse, right?"

"No, that's my brother!" Sirius refused without even thinking, "How could I leave him in a cold coffin? Absolutely not!"

Pappy's ghost suddenly appears.

"Maybe an urn. Since you don't like coffins, cremation is also fine." She said to comfort Sirius.

Sirius:……

No, I thought that as a Hufflepuff, you would have a good idea when you suddenly stood up, but I didn't expect you to say such cruel words...

"I think Sweeting is right." Cassandra also came down from upstairs. "No matter what, he is now an Inferi, which damages the honor of the Black family. Remember your family motto? Always pure..."

"Our family has been impure for a long time!" Sirius waved his hands and said, "As for purity, it has been impure since I betrayed my family and came to Gryffindor. If you don't believe me, go ask my mother. Do you think she thinks it is because the family members turned into Inferi that the family is impure, or because someone in the family went to Gryffindor that the family became impure?"

"Gryffindor!" Walburga shouted Gryffindor's name as loudly as the Sorting Hat, but she quickly changed her words and said, "That was in the past - now I think if you go to Slytherin, you might follow in the footsteps of Regulus, not become Harry Potter's godfather like now? Of course I'm not saying there's anything wrong with Slytherin, it's just that going to Gryffindor can give you more opportunities!"

"Do you really think so?" Sirius asked in disbelief as he trotted to the portrait of his mother.

"Okay!" Walburga said again: "I agree with your suggestion. You are a qualified brother - let my poor Regulus stay at home, and let Kreacher bring him to see me occasionally..."

"I think I should think of a way." Sirius knocked on the wall and said, "Regulus' body is now well preserved, and the Lord Death is in Hogwarts... Maybe I can ask the Lord Death to bring Regulus back..."

"What, then, is the price?" asked Dumbledore.

"If Miss Sweeting can be resurrected, then Regulus..." Sirius asked, sniffing.

"Pabli's situation is rather special. She is somewhere between having a body and not having a body... and at the same time, she does not need the help of the god of death." Harry reached out and rubbed the head of Pabli's soul. Pabli, whose head was being rubbed, made a "hehe" sound and rubbed her head against Harry's palm.

"Since ancient times, there has been no precedent of a corpse being resurrected as a human being." Dumbledore also began to persuade Sirius.

"Indeed not." Sirius's eyes became steady: "If there is, I hope to start with Regulus - I will find a good way, a good way to get Regulus out of the situation of the Inferi..."

"Merlin's thong! Sirius..."

Walburga was touched. She had never imagined that the relationship between her two children was so deep.

At this moment, she no longer cared about the so-called pure-blood concept.

As long as the two children are harmonious and safe, that's all.

"I declare that from now on you are the head of the Black family!" Walburga shouted loudly. She didn't know if it was an illusion, but the whole house seemed to tremble with her roar.

At this moment, Phineas also appeared in the photo frame nearby.

"What happened?" he asked drowsily, looking as if he had just woken up.

"Nothing, it's just that my mother just announced that I will be the head of the Black family from now on." Sirius' expression was a little complicated.

In fact, Sirius had no feelings for this family as early as when he was kicked out of the house.

But after all these years of living here, I still feel a little reluctant inside.

Now that he was suddenly announced as the head of the Black family, Sirius's feelings were of course very complicated.

He never expected that his mother would suddenly acknowledge his identity as the heir to the Black family.

Forget it. Since the Black family doesn't have any male heirs right now, I'll just be the head of the family for the time being... After Regulus comes back, I'll pass the position of head of the family to him.

With this in mind, Sirius nodded towards Walburga's portrait.

"Thank you, mother."

Then he turned and looked at Harry.

"Harry, give me the fake locket."

Harry didn't refuse. He took out the golden locket from his arms and threw it to Sirius.

"This thing is the ironclad evidence that will clear Regulus of all charges and make him a hero." Sirius folded the note again and carefully put it back into the locket. "As long as we give this thing to the Ministry of Magic, they will naturally clear Regulus of all charges..."

"Why not consider the Daily Prophet?"

Dumbledore asked suddenly.

"The Daily Prophet?" Sirius frowned and asked, "Why did you choose the Daily Prophet?"

"Oh, this involves another issue." Weiwei couldn't help but smile: "It would be fine if the Ministry of Magic exonerated one Black within a few months, but if it exonerated two Blacks, it would seem like they were doing it wholesale..."

"But this involves facts!" Sirius retorted in confusion: "My brother is a hero! A hero who fought against Voldemort! He is not an accomplice of that old perverted murderer!"

"But some things are all about stance, not facts." Cassandra also said with her hands spread out.

She was still wearing the pair of white lace gloves that Harry had given her before, and her long fingers looked slender and elegant.

"Let's get public opinion moving first." Harry said at last. "This is a very good suggestion. Sirius - people like Fudge, the first thing he would think about is not the facts, but whether this incident will have any impact on him... In his opinion, if two Blacks are acquitted in a short period of time, then this behavior will definitely be questioned by others. Is it possible to accept 500,000 copper knuts from the Black family..."

"Why half a million knuts?" asked Sirius.

"Because the number is relatively large." Harry changed the subject: "In short, in short, the best way is to launch the Daily Prophet and let them charge in front for us. What do you think, Godfather?"

"Okay, then I'll listen to you." Sirius nodded hesitantly.

Forget it, since my godson has said so, I might as well believe him.

"But..." Harry suddenly looked at Sirius and scanned him up and down.

Such a look made Sirius feel a little uncomfortable, as if an elder was scrutinizing him to see if he was qualified.

"I don't think Fudge is capable. His tone allows such an incompetent idiot to sit in the position of Minister of Magic. Why not let my godfather be the Minister of Magic?" Harry rubbed his chin and said, "First of all, my godfather hates evil and is a hero who resists Voldemort. Secondly, my godfather is very capable and qualified to be the Minister of Magic. Finally... In short, I think my godfather is much more qualified than Fudge."

"I agree with your point of view." Weiwei nodded in agreement: "In addition, it is very important to have one of our own in the Ministry of Magic."

"Wasn't Fudge also promoted by Professor Dumbledore? Logically speaking, he should be Dumbledore's own man, right?" Sirius asked with a frown.

It’s not that his political sense is not sharp enough. After so many years in prison, he has no first-hand information about the outside world.

After escaping from prison, his mind was full of Peter Pettigrew, and he had no time to understand the grudges and hatreds in the Ministry of Magic.

After being acquitted, Sirius was busy with school affairs, so he had no idea about the affairs of the Ministry of Magic.

"Fudge is ambitious but incompetent. He is afraid that Dumbledore will take away his power, so he has always been wary of the headmaster." Vivi explained to Sirius, "But Fudge is as stupid as a pig. I think there is a saying that goes - he raised the average age of the Ministry of Magic, but lowered the average IQ..."

Hearing this teasing remark, Sirius couldn't help but laughed out loud. Thinking about it carefully, it was indeed the case.

"But we have to think about how to make the plan go ahead smoothly." Pappy said leisurely, "The biggest problem we face now is how to make Fudge step down obediently instead of standing in the position of Minister of Magic."

"Voldemort's resurrection is a foregone conclusion," Cassandra said, crossing her arms. "As long as this news is confirmed, Fudge will have to abdicate even if he doesn't want to."

"Hey, hey, hey—" Sirius suddenly shouted, "You have just decided what to do next for me, and you don't even ask for my opinion? Isn't it a bit like you've appointed me?"

"Of course not, Godfather." Harry explained with a smile: "I just think you are the most suitable person to do this job and make some small contribution to the wizarding world..."

"Since you said so, Harry." Sirius cleared his throat, "Then I can only accept your suggestion reluctantly and completely abandon my own selfishness... But as a prisoner in Azkaban, will I be opposed to suddenly working in the Ministry of Magic?"

"It all depends on the Daily Prophet." Weiwei crossed her legs high, "Our next goal is to make the Daily Prophet our mouthpiece—"

"This is easier said than done." Dumbledore rubbed his eyes helplessly. "Even Voldemort couldn't make the Daily Prophet completely surrender..."

"We don't necessarily have to make them surrender. Perhaps we can cooperate." Vivi smiled mysteriously. "But there is no rush for this matter for now. Our top priority is to find Voldemort as soon as possible, and it would be best if we can successfully resurrect him in a situation that attracts the attention of the world - the kind that Fudge has no way of hiding."

At this point, Vivi's pupils lit up with a faint violet light.

She looked at Dumbledore and said meaningfully, "Perhaps the Headmaster has a solution, right?"

"Let me think about it, Miss Grindelwald..." Dumbledore is really having a headache now. This senior is really unscrupulous...

Of course he knew that everyone in the Grindelwald family had some gift for prophecy. For example, although Vivi's gift for prophecy was not very strong, it would occasionally work one or two times.

Recently, he has been traveling to France and Eastern Europe for the grand event in fourth grade.

However, this is too dangerous. If Voldemort loses control and does something at that time, the consequences will be disastrous.

"I look forward to your answer, Headmaster Dumbledore." Vivi did not point out what she saw through the prophecy, but just said it in a suggestive manner.

The people around were confused, but Harry didn't ask. He knew that if Vivi didn't want to say it, she wouldn't say it no matter what she did.

But if Vivi didn't want to hide it from him, she would sneak into his room tonight and tell him about it.

Now that you have made a plan, you must work hard to complete it.

In the following days, Sirius and Harry went to the Daily Prophet several times to tell them about Regulus and took out the golden locket as evidence.

As a reporter who likes to make big news, Ms. Rita Skeeter has a keen sense of smell in this regard.

The first thing she thought of was a sensational news headline: "The Love and Hate Between the Black Brothers."

Just think about it, it will definitely be a hit!
Skeeter was so engrossed in the news that he even overlooked the equally explosive news - Harry Potter himself.

As the savior of the wizarding world, Harry is in the news wherever he goes.

But obviously in the eyes of the other party, the secret of the Black family is big news now.

Perhaps the title could be changed to "The Black Family: A Secret History", which would also be eye-catching enough.

Skeeter looked at Sirius with fanatical eyes, which were so undisguised that even Sirius felt very awkward.

"Ms. Skeeter? Ms. Skeeter?"

After Sirius finished his story, he glanced at the quill that was automatically recording, then looked at Ms. Skeeter who was looking at him with fanatical eyes, and called out with a frown.

After shouting several times, Skeeter finally came to his senses.

"Oh, you're done, right?" Skeeter picked up the little notebook and took a look, then said with a lingering feeling, "Well, I already know - don't worry, Mr. Black, I will definitely clear your brother's name..."

"Thank you very much, ma'am," Sirius said, pretending to be grateful.

The next day after they returned, Rita Skeeter's masterpiece, "The Black Family: A Secret History," was published in the Daily Prophet.

This piece of news exaggerated the feud between the two Black brothers to the utmost, and Skeeter almost used all his skills to make a "reasonable" adaptation of the Black family's affairs.

In her writing, the two brothers of the Black family fought over the family property, which led to a rift between the brothers. The elder brother went to Gryffindor and the younger brother went to Slytherin.

She also wrote in great detail about how grief-stricken, sad, and desperate Sirius was, to the point that he betrayed his family background and joined Slytherin.

You know what, after Skeeter's polishing, Sirius' motivation for going to Gryffindor really did exist, and it seemed very reasonable.

Right, this is the history of the split of the Black family that everyone imagined...

What the British people love to hear and hear are nothing more than the grudges, love and hatred, and shit among the rich families. Now, the things that Rita Skeeter made up are very much to their taste, so everyone is willing to believe this version.

Arthur, who was very curious, even went to the Black mansion to ask Sirius about this matter.

After learning that it was not as Rita said, Mr. Weasley first expressed regret, and then strongly criticized Ms. Skeeter's fabricated story.

However, what they didn't expect was that the news of Regulus turning into an Inferi spread quickly and also appeared in the Daily Prophet.

"How did she know that?" Sirius threw the newspaper on the table hysterically. "I'm so angry! Is it possible that after all these years of studying in school, she only learned how to frame others?"

"I don't think it's that simple." Weiwei frowned slightly. She always felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't put her finger on it for the time being.

Harry was the same, he always felt that things were not that simple.

But today was Christmas, and no matter how angry they were, they couldn't go to the Daily Prophet headquarters to settle the score with Rita Skeeter.

Harry, Ron and Hermione prepared Christmas presents for several days and distributed them on Christmas Day.

The two of them also received many Christmas gifts, all from their classmates and some from their parents.

Ron's present was still some hand-knitted sweaters, and this time there were even some for Vivien... but there was no share for Cassandra and Pappy, since Mrs. Weasley didn't know they existed.

Cassandra looked jealous and envious, but she tried to act like she didn't care.

It wasn't until Harry handed her the Christmas present that Cassandra smiled slightly.

"I don't like your gift, Pot." She said condescendingly: "I'm just glad that you, a little follower, still remember me..."

"Yes, Miss Malfoy."

As he spoke, Harry bowed deeply to Cassandra.

Cassandra's eyes narrowed slightly, and she was a little unhappy.

However, before she could react, she was hugged by Harry.

"You, what are you doing?" Cassandra suddenly panicked. "What are you doing? Poter! How dare you be so rude..."

"Oh, it's just a hug between friends, what's wrong with you?" Harry teased Cassandra in return, pretending nothing happened: "Why are you blushing? Are you thinking of something unhealthy? Really - our friendship is pure..."

"Depulso (Retreat three feet from the enemy)!"

Harry was hit by Cassandra's spell and floated out of the room.

Fortunately, Harry was prepared, otherwise he would not have flown away gently, but would have made a loud bang.

When he gave the prepared gift to Weiwei, he also took advantage of the fact that she was not paying attention and reached out to hug the girl tightly.

A suspicious red cloud appeared on Weiwei's face, and her nature of high offense and low defense was fully revealed at this moment.

"Merry Christmas, Vivi." Harry said happily.

"Yeah." Vivi replied softly.

When Harry left, Vivi's legs went limp and she sat down on the chair.

Merlin...

"What about mine?"

Pabli's voice came from behind Harry. The ghost girl narrowed her eyes and looked very unhappy - even happier than Cassandra.

"Your what?" Harry pretended to be stupid.

"My present!" Pappy stamped his feet, causing a tremor. "Where's my present? Where's my Christmas present!"

"You said this~" Harry smiled and reached out to take out a handful of grass from behind: "Here, eat some grass--"

"Oh, you bad guy!" Pappy was anxious and reached out to hit Harry.

However, Harry pushed up from the grass and squeezed out a beautiful rose.

"Here." Harry handed the flower to Pappy. "This is a product of alchemy. Even a ghost can smell the fragrance of the flower. I give it to you—"

After saying that, Harry stuffed the flower into the hands of Pappy, who was still standing there in a daze, and turned and left without taking away a trace of cloud.

When he walked downstairs, Sirius came up like a contact.

"How's it going, Harry?" he asked curiously, "Are the methods I taught you useful?"

"You are this! Godfather!" Harry gave Sirius a sincere thumbs up. My godfather is still my godfather...

Harry felt really great giving gifts to three women at the same time and making their faces blush!
God knows, Merlin feels the same way, and Harry has never experienced anything like it.

Sirius was even happier, he had now temporarily put aside the matter of Slytherin women, in his opinion, he, as the godfather, had finally shown the role that a godfather should play in front of his godson, this was what made him happiest.

His biggest worry was that Harry would think he was incompetent.

But now, who dares to say that Sirius Black is incompetent?

Who is the walking hormone in Hogwarts? It must be young Sirius Black!
But in fact, this trick... can only be used on Harry to deal with these three women who like him. It may not work on anyone else...

The reason Sirius thought it worked was because he had no techniques, only numbers.

There is no need to say much about the value of a man who was more handsome than Leonardo DiCaprio at his peak when he was young.

Back then, he just stood there in Hogwarts, posing a melancholy look, and that would cause the witches to scream around him...

If Snape did this, he would be a very ugly person - of course, Snape himself was indeed very ugly, in the physical sense.

"Thank you so much, Sirius!"

Harry gave Sirius a big, heartfelt hug.

At the same time, he was still thinking.

If the Godfather had also traveled back a hundred years ago, wouldn't he have helped him fulfill his long-cherished wish long ago...

But he forgot one thing, what made him determined to have them all was that these three women all traveled through time and space for him, and he couldn't give up any of them.

And it is precisely because of this reason that the three women were able to sit down and look at each other calmly.

How about someone else stepping in? Like Miss Farley?
Do you think Vivi's Avada Chain Lightning isn't fast enough, or do you think Cassandra's weather spell doesn't have enough voltage?
All my ashes are scattered for you.

Sirius reached out and patted his godson on the back. At this moment, he felt like a real godfather.

"Don't worry, Harry." Sirius gave Harry reassurance: "I will be your strongest support!"

Harry felt very stable - after all, the strategy his godfather had just given him had proven to be useful.

Whistling, he happily found Ron and played two games of wizard chess with him.

"What's wrong with you, mate?" Ron asked tentatively. "You feel something is wrong - you actually came to me to play wizard chess?"

"I feel great." Harry said happily, "Come on, let's play another game!"

He had lost three games in a row, but he was still very happy.

It should be said that Ron's wizard chess level is indeed very high. At least among people of the same age, Ron has never seen an opponent.

After playing chess for a while, Harry and Ron were called by Sirius to go to the yard to play snowballs.

Hermione didn't really like the sport, but she loved watching people have snowball fights.

"It would be nice if we could call your two brothers along." Sirius said with some regret, "I think we can get along well - I should say that they have the same style as me, Forky and Moony..."

"Indeed, but the two of them..."

Harry told Sirius every detail of Christmas Day in his first year, including the time the two of them threw snowballs at Voldemort's face.

Sirius was stunned when he heard about the twins' glorious achievements.

"Merlin, how dare they be so brave?!" Sirius couldn't help asking, "It's hard to believe..."

"And him," Ron said from the side. "My two brothers just hit Quirrell on the back of the head with snowballs, but Harry threw the biting cabbage directly..."

Hearing the words "biting cabbage", Sirius stood in awe.

"You are indeed James' son!" Sirius said with certainty.

It should be said that even a guy as capable of causing trouble as James would not dare to throw a biting kale at the back of the professor's head.

Sirius's words seemed to be a bit of a compliment to James.

The Christmas dinner was very sumptuous. Kreacher was now in a completely useless state, so Vivi borrowed Lucy and Dicko here to prepare a Christmas dinner for them.

Kreacher now accompanies Regulus every day, and often takes Regulus out for a walk and occasionally basks in the sun. In Kreacher's words, this is better for the skin.

"I suggest you take him away." Dicko warned Kreacher, "Don't let him knock over the hostess's meal..."

If Dicko hadn't known that the person the elf was holding was the younger brother of the master's godfather, he would have locked up the Inferi along with Kreacher.

His words were indeed a warning to Kreacher, for the sake of his life's safety.

After all, Weiwei is a frugal woman, and what she hates most is wasting food...

"Mistress..." Kreacher held Regulus' hand and muttered, "Kreacher has only one mistress, and that is Mrs. Black..."

Dicko knew that he was not mentally normal - after all, a mentally normal house-elf would not casually lead a corpse around the owner's house - so he ignored Kreacher and turned back to prepare the meal.

At about seven o'clock in the evening, the house-elves had prepared a sumptuous meal and set up a whole large table.

The dining table in the Blake family is large enough to accommodate dozens of people, so you can easily imagine how much food there is.

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(The last 6000 words are the extra 38000/50000 words I wished for last month)

(End of this chapter)