Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 219: The Gift of Death, and What Harry Desires Most... (12000 words)
The elves' argument did not attract everyone's attention. After all, it was just a few words and did not escalate into a fight.

Ron's attention was completely attracted by the big chicken drumstick on the table. The chicken drumstick was roasted to a golden color and made people salivate at the first sight.

Especially for a level 10 chicken leg connoisseur like Ron, he has no resistance to these little guys at all.

As for that giant turkey on the table?

Who would eat turkey for no reason?

The meat was tough and tasteless, it was just put on top to look good.

On a small table not far away, there were gingerbread cookies and eggnog.

Even as minors, Hermione and Ron could use a little eggnog this festive season.

There were all kinds of small gifts hanging on the Christmas tree, but most of them were for decoration and Sirius had no intention of giving them to anyone.

It looks nice when hung on the tree, and it adds a bit of Christmas atmosphere.

Even wizards, now influenced by the Muggles' festivals, have begun to celebrate this festival.

Not only did the Daily Prophet fail to report on the secret history of the Black family for the first time, they even gave large amounts of advertising to various businesses.

For example, there are various promotions at Zonko's Joke Shop and notifications about new products at Honeydukes.

"I really think that Zonko's Joke Shop has gone downhill," Ron said, pointing at the newspaper. "Their joke shop is just living off their past successes. There's no innovation at all... As far as I can remember, the shop has had the same things for so many years."

"It should be said that they have been selling those products since we were in school." Sirius crossed his legs: "I can recite the products in their store by heart..."

"Yes, but there is still no joke shop that can stand out in the wizarding world." Hermione folded her hands and placed them on the book spread out on her lap. "I think this is one of the reasons why they are not making progress... By the way, their products are not cheap. I remember Lavender Brown once complained to me about this."

"So I think your two brothers can develop something in this area." Sirius said with a smile, "I remember... they invented an interesting candy called 'Quick-Effective Skipping Candy', right? It's a really good little thing. After eating it, you will quickly have a nosebleed. The reaction is very fast... Many students tried to use this thing to skip classes, but I still found out."

"They don't think about anything else every day." Ron spread his hands and said, "I found that they are very keen on pranks. They want to be a joke shop owner rather than an outstanding wizard."

"But we can't expect everyone to dream of becoming an outstanding wizard, Ron." Vivi said, "It is an indisputable fact that this society is made up of people from different classes. There are always people who want to do something else. What's more, becoming an outstanding wizard is not the only way out. Of course, they may not necessarily live a good life because of this."

"That's true." Ron nodded hesitantly. "But my mother has always believed that students should behave like students. She hopes that George and Fred will graduate like Bill and Charlie, find a class to attend, and live a stable life."

"This kind of life may be suitable for Percy, but it is definitely not suitable for Fred and George. Believe me." Harry patted Ron's shoulder and said, "These two guys are restless in their bones. I don't think they will be the kind of honest children who follow the trajectory set by your mother and go step by step."

"You're right, I thought so too." Ron nodded in agreement.

Outside, Lucy came in with a stack of newspapers.

"Here's the latest paper, mistress."

Lucy walked over to Vivi and handed her the newspaper.

Weiwei took the newspapers, but didn't rush to read them. Instead, she put them aside.

Seeing that the hostess was not reading the newspaper, Lucy stood by and wanted to say something but hesitated.

Noticing Lucy's strangeness, Weiwei asked curiously, "What's wrong with you, Lucy? Is there something you want to tell me?"

"Just now... Just now Luqi saw some news in the newspaper." Luqi stammered, "Of course, Luqi didn't mean it. She just saw some news about the young master..."

The "young master" that Lucy refers to is of course the gray-haired Gellert Grindelwald.

Sirius didn't react, he thought it was some descendant of Grindelwald's family.

"Is it Gellert? What happened to him?" Vivi reached out and picked up the newspaper beside her, opened it and read it carefully.

Sirius, who had just recovered from his shock, exclaimed "Wow!" He whispered, "I was wondering who it was. I never expected that the 'young master' of the Grindelwald family would be Gellert Grindelwald. My Melina!"

"What's so strange about that?" Ron raised his eyebrows and said, "With my sister as my half-elder, no matter how old Mr. Grindelwald is, he is still the young master of the family - after all, he has not married yet."

Hearing this, Dumbledore pretended to be very interested in the chandelier above his head and looked carefully at the patterns on it.

Sirius glanced at Dumbledore inconspicuously. He certainly knew some of the little interesting stories between Dumbledore and Grindelwald - of course, knowing didn't mean Sirius would understand.

No matter how good he and James were, he had never thought about that kind of thing...

Sirius was a straight man until his death. Aren't those sweet and soft girls sweet? Apart from being willing to throw themselves into someone's arms, there aren't any other shortcomings, right?

However, Walburga's portrait suddenly looked at Sirius.

As Sirius's mother, she didn't know her son very well, but she knew some things about Dumbledore.

This was no secret in that era. After all, she was Phineas Black's granddaughter and certainly knew some of these secret little stories.

So, she suddenly thought of James.

No, we have to let this bastard get married quickly and find a girlfriend - otherwise the Black family will be cut off.

Thinking of this, Walburga came up with an idea. She decided to take some time to talk to Sirius' godson Harry, and ask him to persuade Sirius to find a girlfriend and get married as soon as possible, and stop being single every day.

At this time, Weiwei also put down the newspaper in her hand, frowned, and looked like she was worried about something.

"What's wrong with you?" Harry asked concernedly.

"Nothing." Weiwei shook her head. "Just some news about Gale - but it's nothing serious. It's just that he suddenly left Nurmengard to relax recently. It seems that the German side is on high alert and is making a fuss."

Get out of Nurmengard and relax?

Sirius and Lupin looked at each other. Wasn't Gellert Grindelwald a prisoner in Nurmengard? He was defeated by Dumbledore and imprisoned there... Could such a serious criminal be allowed to walk out of Nurmengard to relax?

If I'm guessing correctly, the German description of this must be "prison break"? !
But Sirius was smart and chose to remain silent. It was better not to say this to his future daughter-in-law.

He chose to change the subject and said, "Speaking of which, Miss Grindelwald, what are you going to do after graduation? If I remember correctly, you are already in the seventh grade this year, right? You will graduate in half a year."

After hearing what Sirius said, everyone looked at Vivi.

Originally, Vivi described Gellert in a very light tone, using the word "relax", so no one took it seriously.

Relatively speaking, they are more interested in what Weiwei will do in the future.

"What are you going to do?" Weiwei thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "I plan to go to the Austrian Ministry of Magic and start from the grassroots level..."

"To the Ministry?"

Everyone looked at each other. Ron, who had the lowest EQ, scratched his head and asked, "If I remember correctly, your last name is Grindelwald... If you apply for a job at the Austrian Ministry of Magic, will they accept you?"

"Why not?" Weiwei said easily, "My last name is just Grindelwald. They have no reason to reject me, right?"

"That's true." Ron smiled with relief.

Harry didn't expect Vivi to choose to return to Austria. He originally thought Vivi would stay in the UK.

But he didn't think there was anything wrong. After all, they were all wizards, different from Muggles. If they wanted to meet, they could do it at any time.

Cassandra narrowed her eyes. She really didn't expect that Vivi, who had such a big advantage, would choose to return to Austria.

Is she too confident, or is it because in her eyes, career is more important than anything else?

But Cassandra dismissed the second thought. If career was more important than anything else, Vivi would not have sealed herself in Slytherin's study. Instead, a real Dark Lord would appear in this world.

Gellert Grindelwald with his sister - no, it should be Gellert being carried away by his sister. His level of terror should be exponentially greater than that of Gellert alone...

By that time, what Dumbledore would face was not just one Gellert, but another wizard who was more proficient in spells and had more powerful means than Gellert...

Dumbledore seemed to be thinking about this question as well. He subconsciously reached out and touched his beard, feeling fortunate that there was a Harry holding Vivi back.

Otherwise, this earth might really be named Grindelwald.

"So there is still half a year left, and I plan to continue my studies in a Muggle university." Vivi reached out and rubbed Harry's head. "It should be admitted that Muggles do have their strengths, and it is worth learning for wizards. I think there are great drawbacks in the current wizard education. It would be better if I could go to a Muggle elementary school like my Muggle-born classmates before entering Hogwarts at the age of eleven-"

"Yeah, just like Hermione." Ron pouted and said, "Look at her, she's like a know-it-all, knowing everything - I always think what Professor Snape said is absolutely right, although it's not a good thing... In addition, Hermione is quite talented in Arithmancy."

"Everyone knows that," Harry said to Ron, "but you need to realize that not all Muggle-born students are Hermione."

"I will seriously consider your suggestions," Dumbledore said on the side. "In fact, the wizarding world does need reforms. As you know, given the current situation, it is unlikely that we can convince Fudge in this regard."

"It doesn't matter. We have to eat one bite at a time." Harry said nonchalantly, "We will have plenty of opportunities in the future..."

"But Muggles won't give us too much time, Harry." Vivi said worriedly, "Muggles are developing too fast - and from what I know about Muggles, if they knew about the existence of wizards, their first reaction might not be fear, but to capture a few wizards and study why wizards have magic power... Never underestimate the greed of Muggles."

"No... can't I?" Hermione said guiltily, even she herself didn't quite believe her own rebuttal.

Weiwei snorted coldly and said, “Maybe Britain doesn’t have that ability, but the United States is a country that will rush over to taste the saltiness even if it’s a pile of shit.”

She had a very strong tinted glasses towards the United States, especially after learning that this upstart actually controlled the entire old Europe, making Europe go west and Europe dare not go east...

The nouveau riche from the stinky New World is coming to old Europe to act tough?

"Don't tell me, my father told me the same thing..." Hermione said with a wry smile, "It seems that you and my father really have something in common, Vivi..."

Vivi thought about it and realized that what Hermione said was indeed the case.

After all, Hermione's father is a man who reads banned books, so it is normal for him to have all kinds of prejudices against the United States.

After chatting for a while about where to go after graduation, it was time for dinner.

Everyone took their seats and celebrated the first Christmas after Sirius' return.

Since Sirius came back, Lupin's living standard has improved a lot, at least his clothes are no longer patched like before.

"It seems that Snotlout is still brewing that stinky potion in his cellar." Sirius began to comment before he even sat down. "To be honest, I have been generous enough and even invited him to spend Christmas dinner with Harry, but he has not replied to my letter yet - should I say that he is a guy with a heart smaller than Hinkpunk's eyes?"

"Professor Snape is really narrow-minded, Sirius!" Ron began to complain, "You don't know how vindictive he is -"

Sirius looked from Ron's red hair to Hermione's and then to Harry's green eyes...

He thought to himself, it's not that Snotlout is targeting you, just look at the three of you - you, Ron, have red hair, Hermione is a talented Muggle witch, and Harry has a pair of green eyes... Isn't this just Lily in disguise?
It is understandable that he is targeting you guys.

"I really doubt whether the reason why he still has no girlfriend is because he is too narrow-minded..."

Before he could finish his words, a greasy, drawling, signature voice sounded from behind Ron.

"It seems that Mr. Weasley is very concerned about the professor's personal life."

Ron turned around in horror and found Snape standing behind him.

"Perhaps I should test your knowledge of Potions more often after the term starts, don't you think, Mr. Weasley?"

Harry reached out and smeared his face with it.

Tell me about you...

Everyone knows that they have this problem. As long as you say something bad about Snape, Snape will automatically appear behind you...

Then why are you still saying it?
But Ron actually didn't expect Snape to appear here. He thought Snape would refuse the invitation of Sirius, his old enemy.

But he never expected that Snape would actually take Sirius's provocation and choose to come and spend Christmas with him.

"Sorry, Professor..." Ron whimpered.

Snape forced a fake smile, threw away his black robe, walked to Lupin's side, sat down on the chair, folded his arms and looked at Sirius.

"Merry Christmas, Severus—"

For the first time, Sirius did not say the word 'Snotlout', but instead gave Snape a blessing.

Hearing this blessing, Snape curled his lips and snorted coldly to indicate that he had received his blessing.

It was at this time that the house-elf brought the last course to the table.

"This should be our first Christmas together."

Sirius, the host, sat in the main seat and said, "I am honored and glad..."

He stood up, looked around, and finally looked at Harry with a relieved smile.

"My godson has grown up to be an excellent wizard. He not only defeated Voldemort several times, but also destroyed one of his Horcruxes. In addition, I am even happier that he has grown up to be a brave, upright and kind wizard."

Hearing this, Snape was obviously in a trance.

Others may not know, but he knows how Quirrell died.

It was he and Dumbledore who collected Quirrell's body together. The way Quirrell died was obviously because he was under the Avada Kedavra Curse.

Moreover, this kid's Avada Kedavra is obviously different from others. When it hits the wall, it will leave green fluorescent marks.

After he and Dumbledore went to the basement, they saw the walls were covered with traces of dark green spells.

You said that a little wizard who started with Avada Kedavra and developed this spell to be no less kind than Voldemort is kind???

Sirius over there certainly didn't know what was going on in Snape's mind. In fact, even if he knew, Sirius would still sneer at it.

Why, why doesn't my godson use Avada Kedavra on others?
That's the inherently evil little Riddle. Using Avada Kedavra on him would save the wizarding world!

"Of course, I also want to thank my good friends and Professor Dumbledore. It is your trust and help that have cleared my name, allowed me to walk in the wizarding world openly, and reunite with Harry."

"Also, I want to thank Harry for three…"

At this point, Sirius suddenly got stuck.

Three what?

girlfriend?
But there is obviously no solid evidence of the relationship...

friend?

That's a bit strange. They're just friends. How can they do so much for Harry? Even at the cost of their own lives?
Finally, Sirius gritted his teeth and said, "Three girlfriends - no more words, thank you..."

After saying that, he raised his glass and drank the aged red wine in it.

Vivi didn't object to Sirius' definition of 'girlfriend', nor did Cassandra, and Pabbie certainly didn't object either. She was so happy that she couldn't contain herself.

"To Sirius."

Let's raise our glasses together.

It wasn't the first time Harry drank alcohol, but he still didn't like the taste of red wine.

Hermione and Ron were not allowed to drink red wine, and their goblets were filled with Christmas specialty eggnog.

The alcohol content is very low, and it has a refreshing feeling similar to beer or tea - an alcoholic flavored drink.

"Let's eat," Sirius said loudly after they put down their glasses.

Ron couldn't wait to pick up the two chicken legs, one in each hand, and ate them both, just like he did at the Hogwarts freshman welcome party.

You don't understand the joy of dual-wielding fury warfare.

"It can be seen that this chicken leg is indeed delicious." Hermione said with a little disdain, "But I still suggest that you should correct the way you eat, otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?" Pappy couldn't eat, so she was floating around.

Just at this moment, Pappy floated to Hermione's side and said jokingly, "Otherwise Ron can't find a girlfriend? Ha - how is that possible? I think Ron will definitely find a girlfriend in the future!"

Hermione's face turned red when she heard Pappy's teasing.

On the other hand, Ron nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, I will definitely find a girlfriend in the future, just like Pappy said!"

He hadn't realized Hermione at this time...well, he hadn't realized it anyway.

Harry could see that this brother was a blockhead just like himself.

It seems that I have to find a way to bring them together in the future, he thought secretly in his heart.

"Are you satisfied with dinner?" Sirius leaned sideways and talked in a low voice with Dumbledore, asking the headmaster's opinion.

"Not bad." Dumbledore said with a smile, "It's just that the food is not sweet enough. You should understand the feeling of an old man who likes sweets, right?"

"Then I'll let Kreacher make some desserts for you." Sirius said in keeping with the principle of being a good host: "Kreacher's craftsmanship is quite good. I used to like the desserts he made. They were very sweet..."

When Dumbledore heard what Sirius said, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Good, sweet is good!

Who would have thought that Snape suddenly put down the knife and fork in his hand.

"I seem to have heard some incredible behind-the-scenes deals, right, Mr. Principal, and Assistant Coach Black?"

Snape pronounced the words "trade" and "assistant coach" particularly clearly, as if he was specifically mentioning these two words.

"What do you mean, Snotlout…Severus?"

Sirius stopped himself from saying "Snotlout" just in time. It was a big holiday and there was no need to say anything unpleasant.

"For an old man like Headmaster Dumbledore, eating sweets would be a great burden on him." Snape said with half-opened eyes, "and he has to ask a certain unnamed Potions professor to brew a teeth-healthy potion for him... It doesn't matter if his poor professor suffers a little, but the headmaster is almost resistant to the teeth-healthy potion."

"Is that so?" Sirius looked at Dumbledore suspiciously.

Of course he could tell who the Potions professor who didn't want to reveal his name could be other than the Mr. Snotlout in front of him.
But the problem is that it is not a big deal if Professor Snotlout is affected, but Dumbledore's resistance to the tooth-health potion is indeed something worth worrying about.

"Oh, I'm used to it." Dumbledore touched his fingers a little embarrassedly and looked very aggrieved.

"This is indeed not a good habit, Dumbledore." Vivi also said seriously, speaking from the perspective of a sister... well, a sister in a sense, "You really need to give up these meaningless sweets. I don't want you to lose to Voldemort instead of being defeated by a mere candy."

"Why don't we try a different angle?" Ron waved his chicken leg as if he was using a levitation spell. "We can ask Professor Snape to develop a better tooth-healthy potion, a stronger one that has a strong targeted effect against drug resistance... Wouldn't that solve the problem?"

After hearing Ron's words, everyone present looked at him with death stares, except for Dumbledore who showed a look of surprise.

"You'd better stop talking, Ron!" Hermione quickly grabbed Ron: "Oh my God, you are really crazy..."

As she spoke, she whispered to Ron, "Is this about the tooth-health potion? Eating too much sugar can cause irreversible damage to your internal organs!"

"I think..." As an elder, Vivi set the tone: "We should formulate a plan to restrict Headmaster Dumbledore from eating too much sweets - in addition, Professor Minerva McGonagall will be responsible for the implementation of this plan, what do you think?"

"Oh, no!" said Dumbledore bitterly. "Don't let Minerva know about this - I promise I won't eat too much sweets next time..."

"It's too late." Weiwei held the crystal ball in her hand and shook it at Dumbledore, "I have already called Professor McGonagall--"

Of course, although it is a 'telephone', the name is telephone, the same as in the Muggle world.

As soon as the voice fell, the shadow of Professor McGonagall rose from the crystal ball. Beside Professor McGonagall, there seemed to be a small silver tabby cat.

"Merry Christmas, Professor McGonagall." Vivi said with a smile.

"Merry Christmas, Miss Grindelwald," Professor McGonagall said gently. "Why are you calling me at this time?"

"It's nothing serious. We just made a rule to restrict Professor Dumbledore from eating sweets." Vivi glanced at the sighing Dumbledore and said again: "Considering that the implementation of this plan requires an impartial person, we thought of you at the first time... I heard from Professor Snape that Professor Dumbledore has now developed resistance to the tooth-health potion, so we made this decision. I hope you can support it..."

Who would have thought that after hearing Vivi's words, Professor McGonagall not only did not refuse, but jumped like a little girl, clapped her hands and said, "Is there really such a plan? I've wanted to do this for a long time!"

Seeing that Professor McGonagall agreed to their plan, Weiwei nodded with a smile and said, "Since you agree, I will send you a copy of this plan tomorrow."

After saying goodbye to each other, Weiwei hung up the phone, looked up and said to Dumbledore: "Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall has agreed to our plan, so... from now on, this plan will officially take effect, and we will strictly control your daily sugar intake..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw Dumbledore quickly take out a few candies from his arms and stuff them into his mouth.

It seemed that he planned to eat a few more candies in the last moments to avoid having nothing to eat later.

"Okay, let's eat first." Vivi smiled slyly. She didn't intend to really stop Dumbledore from completely giving up candy, she just wanted to control him.

Dumbledore found the meal tasteless.

He was heartbroken now, sad that he would never see those lovely candies again.

Sirius saw that Dumbledore looked a little depressed, so he poured him a glass of wine, handed it to him and advised: "Don't look so sad, have a drink."

Dumbledore took the goblet, sighed, and drank it all.

Forget it, let’s get drunk to forget our sorrows.

I hope Minerva won't be so strict when enforcing the rules...

After Christmas dinner, it's time for dessert.

Considering that desserts are very sweet, Vivi only ordered Dumbledore to have a small amount.

It was just this tiny bit that Dumbledore took a small spoon and savored it slowly and carefully for a whole hour before he finished it.

It can be seen that he really likes sweets.

After the dessert, it was time to sing classic Christmas songs.

Weiwei sat behind the piano. The piano looked very old and had been eroded by time, but fortunately it was well maintained and did not look shabby.

"It's quite old then." Hermione said, touching the piano that clearly showed signs of age.

"This is a piano from the 19th century," said Sirius. "It is said that my great-grandfather, Phineas's father, bought it from a Pole named Frederic Francois Chopin."

"Chopin?!" Hermione asked in shock, "You mean - the Polish genius Chopin? "

"Maybe, I don't really understand." Sirius said with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh my God, Chopin..." Hermione said, holding her chest, "Merlin, Jesus and the Almighty Lord, I can actually see the piano used by Chopin in my lifetime..."

"What's this?"

Of course, Vivi had heard of Chopin, but as a typical Austrian, she also had her own pride.

"I have even seen Johann Strauss Jr. in person." Weiwei said with a smile, "But this does not prevent us from singing a Christmas carol now - come on, I'll start one for you..."

"What's that?" Hermione asked curiously.

Weiwei thought for a long time and suggested, "Let's sing 'Silent Night' - I'll give you a start."

"Christmas Eve"?
Before they could remember what song it was, Vivi started singing heavenly music.

"Stille Nacht heilige Nacht"

"Stille Nacht heilige Nacht"

"Alles schlft einsam wacht..."

When she sang to this point, she suddenly realized that the people in front of her were looking at her.

"What's wrong?" Vivi said, suddenly realizing that she was singing in German.

"Sorry," Vivi said, laughing, "I forgot this was in German - but I remember the English version, do you remember it?"

"I heard it when I was a child." Hermione nodded vigorously: "I have heard this song many times on TV, but I really can't sing the German version..."

"How about..." Pappy floated to Vivi's side: "We are all wizards, and we can't sing Muggle songs - Vivi, why don't you sing a solo?"

Weiwei responded generously: "Okay, then I will sing this Christmas carol for you..."

After that, she tapped the piano keys rhythmically with her slender fingers and began to sing the famous "Silent Night".

"Silent Night" is a widely circulated Christmas carol, with lyrics by Joseph Moll and music by Franz Gruber. It was officially completed on December 1818, 12, and first sung by the choir in St. Nicholas Church in Austria.

In 1819, the score of the piece was spread to various parts of Europe by the piano repairer Carl Malach, and then became widely circulated.

Vivi's singing voice is very beautiful. Although she has not received any special training, singing itself is a talent.

Some people never learn anything in their entire life, but some people are potential singers as soon as they open their mouths.

After the song ended, everyone came back to their senses from the singing and started applauding Vivi.

"It's a great song." Cassandra clapped her hands. "Perhaps you could sing it for us more often in the future, right, Pot?"

Harry cleared his throat. He had no idea how to respond to that.

Cassandra is a bad person. The trap she set was too obvious. If she gave a bad answer, she would be easily besieged.

"What's the name of this song?" Pabbie asked curiously.

"Silent Night." Weiwei replied with a smile: "Speaking of this song, there is a little story behind it."

"What story?" Harry asked curiously.

"In the 1860s, this song was not only spread throughout Europe, Australia and North America, but also spread to most countries in South America, and even began to be sung in many countries in Asia." Weiwei paused for a moment, "My uncle was very interested in this song that 'brought honor to the empire', so he sent the minister in charge of music at the time to investigate the original author of the song. As a result, many people claimed to be the author of the song."

"But in the end, we still didn't find out who the real author of this song was." Weiwei sighed and said, "My aunt was very concerned about this matter, but it's a pity that she never found the truth."

"So that's how it is..." Hermione nodded in understanding. She had learned new knowledge.

but……

Aunt? Uncle? And send the imperial minister in charge of music?

Hermione was good at history, and she knew that Austria at the time was actually the Austro-Hungarian Empire, a dual monarchy.

Thinking of this, Hermione asked tentatively: "You are talking about aunt and uncle..."

"Oh." Weiwei said, "You should have heard of my aunt, um... Elizabeth Amalie Eugenie, have you heard of this name?"

"No..." Hermione shook her head, "But I feel like I've heard this name somewhere."

Harry suddenly interrupted, "It's Princess Sissi - you must have heard of this name."

"Oh! It's Princess Sissi!" Hermione said in surprise: "If you want to say this name... then I know! I have seen many things about Princess Sissi in old movies... My parents like to watch movies about her the most!"

"I just didn't expect that she would be your aunt... My God, if Dad and Mom knew that you were her niece, they would be so surprised that they would go crazy..."

"She is not only the niece of Princess Sissi, but also her lady-in-waiting." Harry shrugged and said, "Vivi was a squib before she was fifteen, so she has been following Princess Sissi as a lady-in-waiting."

"So that's how it is..." Hermione said in understanding.

"Okay, let's move on to the next song." Weiwei interrupted them at the right time, "Jingle Bells, you must have heard this song, right? Tsk... Although it is a song created by Americans, it does not prevent it from being popular."

What she didn't say was that when Gellert was a child, Vivi would sing "Jingle Bells" to him at Christmas when he missed his parents.

The maintenance captain's fingers struck the piano keys again, producing pleasant music.

"Ready—sing," she ordered.

“Jingle bells jingle bells”

“Jingle all the way”

"Oh what fun it is to ride"

"In a one horse open sleigh hey (It's so much fun, hey)!"

……

That night, Vivi dragged them to sing several songs before announcing their disbandment with a feeling of unfulfilled desire.

After the singing session, Christmas came to an end.

"May our friendship last forever."

Hermione said happily, holding up her eggnog.

"Forever!" Sirius also raised his glass.

Everyone raised their glasses high and clinked them together.

"cheers!"

It was obvious that everyone was happy, except Snape.

It’s not that he is unhappy, it’s just that he always has a cold face. In a certain era, he can definitely be called the Cold-Faced King.

After the singing session ended, Snape hurried back to his residence.

After Harry returned to his bedroom, he continued to open his presents.

He had just opened a present that belonged to Hagrid—an ounce of Acromantula venom given to him by Hagrid.

I really don't know where this thing came from, Harry scratched his head and thought, and he was also thinking about going to the Forbidden Forest after school starts, to the nest of the eight-eyed giant spider and borrow some venom from them.

The venom of the eight-eyed giant spider is really expensive. It is said that its price is more expensive than the same weight of gold.

Harry thought that as a student of Hogwarts, these spiders would definitely give him some face and lend him some venom.

There was a knock on the door.

"Who?"

He turned around and saw Cassandra.

Cassandra was wearing a silver and green nightgown, looking at Harry with her head held high, looking lazy and arrogant.

"Cassandra?"

Harry really didn't expect Cassandra to come to his bedroom at this time.

What is this for?
"I forgot to give you a present." Cassandra walked up to Harry, lowered her head to look at the presents piled up beside Harry, pulled the corners of her mouth and snorted: "It seems that you haven't grown up yet, Pott - you are still looking forward to Christmas presents like a child, right?"

"Aren't you looking forward to my gift too?" Harry asked back.

Since Harry only turned on the desk lamp, he couldn't see Cassandra's expression very clearly.

But Harry's intuition told him that Cassandra's face suddenly felt abnormally warm.

"Okay, stop talking about useless things." Cassandra took out a gift from somewhere and handed it to Harry. "Here is your Christmas present - I hope you don't wait for Santa Claus to come like a child. I seem to have told you a long time ago that there is no Santa Claus in this world..."

Come on.

Harry suddenly remembered the same scene in his first year...

"You seem to be looking forward to Santa Claus." Little Cassandra looked arrogant, looking down at the pitiful little Harry squatting on the ground. "Poor little Muggle, I don't know who deceived you to believe that there is a so-called Santa Claus who will show up and give you gifts?"

"Santa Claus must exist!" Harry retorted.

"Oh? Really?" Cassandra raised her lips, "Ah, if you can close your eyes, maybe that silly Santa Claus will appear in front of you~"

But what Cassandra didn't expect was that Harry actually closed his eyes.

This fool...

Cassandra couldn't help but smile and placed the prepared gift in front of Harry.

"Here, open your eyes," Cassandra said. "It seems that silly Santa Claus has come and brought you a gift—"

……

"Of course," said Harry.

He stood up and hugged Cassandra in front of her incredulous gaze.

"Thank you, Cassandra," he said. "I know you gave me that gift in first grade... but I didn't... well, I didn't dare to say it at the time."

Cassandra's eyes softened, but she still looked arrogant.

"Really?" She said sarcastically, "I thought you could only see the new people laugh, but not the old people cry~"

"So you would cry secretly behind my back?" Harry let go of her hand and looked at Cassandra in surprise.

He really didn't know this - it can't be said that he didn't know, but he couldn't think of it even if he was beaten to death.

Who would have thought that this sentence would immediately anger Cassandra.

She stepped hard on Harry's foot and left the bedroom angrily.

Harry was left rolling on the bed with his feet in his arms.

This time the blow was really strong and Harry felt like his feet were about to be stepped on.

There was no doubt that the hug just now was taught to him by Sirius.

It was indeed very useful, but Sirius had not taught him to be rude.

So... um...

It has a counterproductive effect.

It seems I should learn from Sirius again, Harry thought frustratedly. Everything was going so smoothly at the beginning, and even Cassandra...

Just as he was thinking about it, Vivi suddenly walked into his room.

"What's wrong with you?" Vivi looked at him with a sweet smile.

Harry rubbed his feet and said with a grin, "Nothing, I just kicked the table."

"Then you better be careful." Weiwei said with concern, "This feeling is not pleasant."

After that, Vivi came over and sat next to Harry.

Just when Harry was about to say something, he found that Vivi suddenly stopped, frowned and sniffed him.

"You smell like Cassandra," she said firmly.

"Oh." Harry admitted frankly, "Yes, Cassandra just came and gave me a gift."

"What gift is it?" Vivi didn't dwell on the fact that Cassandra had come, but instead paid attention to the 'gift'.

Harry took out the gift and handed it to Vivi.

Sirius taught me all of this secretly—

Weiwei was very satisfied with Harry's attitude. She did not take the gift, but said to Harry in a relaxed tone: "This is a gift from Cassandra. You should open it and have a look. I also want to see what she gave you."

Harry nodded and opened the gift.

The things inside made him a little dazed.

It was a photo, taken during the summer vacation in the second grade when they went to Vienna. Cassandra was sitting in the middle, with the graceful lady-in-waiting Vivi and the reserved little Harry next to her.

"It's the three of us." Vivi's brows suddenly relaxed. She remembered the scene when Cassandra and Harry spoke for him.

However, what she didn't expect was that this gift was also carefully selected by Cassandra - it should be said that it was not Cassandra who chose it herself, but her father, Mr. Septimus Malfoy, who persuaded her several times and made the details for her - when to give it, what to say when giving it...

As the saying goes, parents who love their children will plan for them in the long run. Mr. Septimus was also worried about his good-for-nothing daughter.

If Cassandra could be more careful about her hypocrisy, he wouldn't have to worry about her even after he died...

"Very nice." Harry looked at the photo with a smile, "I will keep it as a treasure... Look, we were still very young back then..."

"You are very young now, and so are we." Vivi corrected Harry in a serious tone.

Harry didn't think anything of it, but continued to pick up other gifts and said, "It's a good thing that you're here, please help me open the presents - there are so many presents. I just opened the gift that Hagrid gave me, which was an ounce of Acromantula venom, and a copy of 'The Monster Book of Monsters', which I left over there... Oh, and Ms. Death also gave me a gift."

"Ms. Death?!"

Vivi couldn't help but ask, she really didn't expect that Ms. Death would give Harry a gift?
"Yes." Harry picked up a small black box with a rather mysterious atmosphere from the top of the gifts.

"What is this?" Weiwei asked with interest.

"I don't know." Harry shrugged and said, "Here's a little note. Let me see..."

He picked up the small piece of paper which read:

[Harry:
Merry Christmas.

This is a desire gem, and as its name suggests, it can fulfill your deepest desires.

Use it well】

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(The last 8000 words are the extra 46000/50000 words I wished for last month)

(End of this chapter)