Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 220 The magic world does not allow such newspapers to exist! (8000)

Craving gems?

Harry and Vivi looked at each other. How could there be such a magical thing in the world?

But just when Harry wanted to find out, Vivi suddenly stopped him.

"Wait a minute, Harry." She grabbed Harry's hand.

"What's wrong?" Harry turned around and asked in confusion.

He didn't know why Vivi stopped him, but he believed that Vivi would not harm him.

"As far as I know, props like this that can fulfill people's wishes generally have a price." Weiwei stared at the gem in Harry's hand and said, "And the price is an equivalent exchange based on the wish you made - have you ever thought about what your true desire is?"

"This……"

Harry thought about it and realized that he actually didn't know what he wanted.

So he shook his head and said, "I don't know."

"Then this is the unknown." Weiwei said after a pause: "I suggest that you should discuss this with your godfather and Headmaster Dumbledore before deciding whether to use this thing. What do you think?"

"Ok."

Harry nodded and put the gem into the other wallet that did not contain Alfonso.

He also took out the wallet containing Alfonso, opened it and shouted into it: "Alfonso! How are you!"

"I've never felt so good!" Alfonso hissed happily. "Remember to give me some more food, little master - Alfonso is hungry now!"

Seeing that the basilisk was fine, Harry felt relieved.

When Harry looked up, he saw Vivi staring at him.

He was a little confused, and looked to his left and right, but there was nothing wrong.

So he asked, "What's wrong? Is there anything on me?"

"Nothing." Weiwei licked her red lips and said with a smile: "I just think you are very cute..."

"Very cute?" Harry asked in confusion, "Why do you say that all of a sudden? What else is cute..."

"Aren't you curious about what my Christmas present is?" Vivi asked leisurely, grabbing Harry's collar with her slender fingers.

"What is it?" Harry asked expectantly.

He thought Vivi would take out a gift, but unexpectedly Vivi smiled mysteriously and reached out to pull him onto the bed.

"My gift?" She smiled, took out a rubber band from her pocket and bit it in her mouth, reached out to gather her hair behind her head, and then tied it with her hair.

Then, in Harry's astonished eyes, she reached out and pushed Harry down on the bed, and pressed her body on him.

"This is my gift."

Vivi smiled lightly and leaned over to kiss Harry.

Very sweet, very fragrant, and very soft, this was Harry's first impression.

Although it was not their first kiss, and they had actually done it a few days ago, Harry had not experienced it many times after all, so he was still a little shy.

However, he soon began to respond clumsily.

But he didn't expect that after his clumsy counterattack, Weiwei would go limp in his arms like noodles.

……

When Harry woke up the next morning, his lips were still a little sore.

When going downstairs, Harry was still grinning foolishly thinking about last night.

"Dude." Ron looked at him in confusion, holding a knife and fork. "What's wrong with you? Why are you standing there grinning? Merlin's big red shorts, are you under the Imperius Curse?"

Harry said nothing, just kept thinking about it.

Instead, it was Sirius, who was sitting in the main seat, who noticed something. This was obviously the reaction that should occur after a breakthrough in the relationship.

Thinking of this, Sirius spoke a secret signal to Harry.

"Waibibabu?"

"Wow, wow." Harry gave Sirius a thumbs up, a very sincere one.

Sirius raised his chin triumphantly at Harry.

Ha, see, your godfather is still your godfather!
After breakfast, Dumbledore also said goodbye and planned to return to school.

However, Vivi had no intention of letting Dumbledore go, and handed Dumbledore a detailed plan for controlling sugar intake.

Dumbledore looked at the plan in his hand with difficulty and asked tentatively: "Miss Grindelwald, do you think this plan is a bit..."

"There is no room for negotiation. Your abnormal addiction to sweets has reached an excessive level." Weiwei said firmly, "In order to prevent you from completely resisting the tooth-strengthening potion, we have no choice but to resort to this desperate measure. After all, your ability to control yourself is extremely... worrying."

"Can we change someone else to supervise?" Dumbledore tried to make a final struggle: "I don't think Minerva is a good choice..."

"No, Professor McGonagall is the most suitable candidate." Weiwei said firmly, "Except for Professor McGonagall, no one else in Hogwarts can strictly implement this plan. Well, don't leave for now. We still have to wait for Professor McGonagall to come here and confirm the headmaster's sugar control plan."

Dumbledore sighed with a low frown.

I thought that if I didn’t get married or have a girlfriend in this life, I wouldn’t be controlled by women.

But I never expected that my boyfriend's sister would control me so strictly...

Merlin, what sin have I committed?
Dumbledore, who was forbidden to go out, could only sit on the sofa, boredly reading "The Tales of Beedle the Bard" in his hand.

But it was obvious that he was a little absent-minded. While reading, he would secretly look at Vivi, or at Sirius, trying to ask for help.

Vivi didn't respond to him at all, and Sirius could only give him a helpless look.

At about ten o'clock in the morning, Professor McGonagall finally arrived at the Black mansion.

The Black family home is located at 12 Grimmauld Place. It was originally a townhouse in London owned by a handsome Muggle.

At some later time, an early member of the Black family coveted the beautiful house and managed to "convince" the original Muggles to move out and cast a Muggle-Repelling Charm on the house.

Since the house is protected by a Muggle-Repelling Charm and is therefore invisible to Muggles, the Muggle residents living nearby have long been accustomed to the "ridiculous mistake" of number 11 being next to number 13.

But Professor McGonagall is a wizard, so she wouldn't be confused as to why number 11 is next to number 13.

When she reached the stairs, Professor McGonagall was startled by the head of a house-elf hanging on the wall.

"Merlin's beard!" Professor McGonagall patted her chest, looking frightened.

Sirius smiled, looked at the elf heads hanging on the wall, and said to Professor McGonagall, "Isn't this barbaric? This kind of behavior? This is a family tradition started by my great-aunt Elladora Black: when the house-elves are too old to carry plates, their heads are chopped off and hung on the wall... It should be said that many of the Black family's house-elves are proud of this."

Elladora Black is the sister of Phineas Black. In terms of seniority, she is indeed the great-aunt of Sirius.

It's roughly equivalent to the relationship between Cassandra and Draco, about the same.

"It is indeed very... very..."

Professor McGonagall looked up at the elf heads with lingering fear, but her good upbringing prevented her from commenting on these behaviors.

You can't criticize someone's ancestors in front of their descendants, right?

"But I admire her very much." Sirius said again, "I admire my great-aunt Elladora. She actually came up with such a perverted method..."

"This is not abnormal. This is the young master who has just turned his reputation around in front of the mistress."

A bullfrog-like sound suddenly appeared, and Sirius knew without looking that it was Kreacher.

"Merlin, is that an Inferi?"

Professor McGonagall was a little frightened again. When she looked carefully, she felt that the corpse was a little familiar.

"This..." Professor McGonagall frowned and said, "He...he is Regulus Black?"

"Kreacher!" Sirius shouted, "Why did you bring him out? Send him back now!"

Kreacher muttered something about letting his little master get enough sunshine and that taking a walk was good for the body, not caring at all that his little master was about to open his big mouth and take a bite of him.

But every time Regulus bit, Kreacher was able to dodge it at an unscientific angle.

"As you can see, Professor McGonagall." Sirius sighed, "This is my brother Regulus... He... Well, we only found out recently that he is not a Death Eater, but a good boy lurking beside the Dark Lord, waiting for an opportunity to inflict heavy damage on him... A hero."

As he spoke, Sirius told Professor McGonagall every detail of Regulus' deeds.

But he didn't notice that there was a small black beetle resting not far away, with a strange light flashing in the beetle's eyes.

"Oh, Merlin's socks..."

Professor Cat Cat, who has a strong ability of empathy, grabbed his collar with his hands, and big tears flowed down his face: "This child... How can this child be so silly and kind... I really can't believe that there would be a wizard from a pure-blood family who would have such love for elves, which are considered lowly in the eyes of pure-blood wizards... I never thought that he would betray the You-Know-Who..."

"Ah..." Sirius also sighed, "That's what it is, but we have another urgent thing to do now."

"Is it about Regulus?" Professor McGonagall wiped her tears with a handkerchief: "Just tell me, Sirius. After all, I was once Regulus' professor. As long as I can help you, I will try my best."

"It's not about Regulus, but Miss Grindelwald has something important to tell you. I have already had a preliminary discussion with you about this matter last night..."

As soon as Sirius finished speaking, Professor McGonagall remembered what was going on.

She nodded and said to Sirius, "If this is the case, I think we should see Miss Grindelwald now without further delay."

They walked all the way to the living room, and Professor McGonagall saw Vivi sitting in a chair reading seriously, Dumbledore pretending to read with his head down, and Ron whispering to Hermione the basic principles of wizard chess.

"Good morning, Professor McGonagall."

Hermione was the first to notice Professor McGonagall's arrival. As a Gryffindor student, she naturally took the initiative to extend her greetings.

What's more, Professor McGonagall has always liked her.

"It's Hermione. Good morning to you too." Professor McGonagall nodded slightly. After greeting everyone in the room, she sat next to Vivi, directly opposite Dumbledore.

Dumbledore held the book up to his face, trying to prevent Professor McGonagall from looking at his face.

"This is the plan I made." Weiwei took out a few sheets of paper and handed them to Professor McGonagall: "Look, Professor, there is a detailed sugar control plan here to prevent Professor Dumbledore from having any bad problems due to excessive sugar intake."

Professor McGonagall took the plan, read it carefully, and nodded in approval. "I think this plan is very reasonable. People like Dumbledore who have developed resistance to tooth-health potions must strictly control their sugar intake. I think your plan is feasible. In addition, I accept your proposal to let me be the executor of this plan."

"Thank you, Professor McGonagall." Vivi stood up and bowed to Professor McGonagall.

"That is what I am supposed to do, Miss Grindelwald."

Professor McGonagall, who didn't know Vivi's true identity, was still lamenting that it would be great if Miss Grindelwald was a Gryffindor...

What a pity, what a pity...

The plan was successful and was approved by the vast majority of people, with only one person opposing it, and that was Dumbledore.

But his objection was futile. Regardless of whether it was based on the principle of minority obeying the majority or the principle that the bigger fist is the truth, he had to obey the arrangements of the meeting organized by the school board led by Pabi.

Yes, the nominal leader of this matter is the school board.

If Dumbledore without the star-and-moon nightgown still had the strength to fight Vivi, Dumbledore, now weakened by Voldemort's spell, was simply unable to resist his sister-in-law... No, sister-in-law... That's not right either, it was Vivi's sugar control plan.

After successfully completing the plan, Professor McGonagall could not resist Sirius's invitation and stayed at number twelve Grimmauld Place for lunch.

"Let's toast to this plan!" Pabbie was the first to suggest it. She just wanted to watch the fun and enjoy the fun since she couldn't drink anyway.

"It's to the health of Headmaster Dumbledore." Vivi corrected: "Cheers--"

A world where only Headmaster Dumbledore was hurt was achieved.

After lunch, Professor McGonagall left in a hurry, planning to return to school to repeatedly warn the elves, explicitly prohibiting Dumbledore from consuming any kind of sugar.

From now on, all sweets and honey specially provided in the principal's office will be cancelled.

That night, Vivi came to Harry's room again as he expected.

Early the next morning, Sirius, who was reading a newspaper in the restaurant, angrily threw the newspaper on the table.

"I'm so pissed!" he roared angrily, "This Daily Prophet! What on earth do they mean!" "What's wrong?" Cassandra put down the papaya milk in her hand and asked with a frown.

She learned this recipe from an unknown Seris medical book. She didn't know if it would work, but she would use it for the time being.

As for the potion…she didn’t consider using it for the time being, which would prove that she had lost.

Sirius angrily pushed the newspaper to Cassandra, who frowned after reading it.

"What's wrong?" Weiwei came over and after taking a look at the contents of the newspaper, her face suddenly turned gloomy.

She never imagined that the Daily Prophet not only fabricated the story of Regulus, but also fabricated the story of Harry and her - saying that she took advantage of her age to seduce the savior Harry Potter.

"It seems that what is written here is true?" Cassandra looked at Vivi with a smile.

Weiwei narrowed her eyes and said coldly, "I want to know why the Daily Prophet knew about what happened at number twelve Grimmauld Place?"

She put the milk in her hand on the table and looked around.

She first fixed her eyes on Dumbledore.

"Don't look at me, Miss Grindelwald." Dumbledore smiled and said to her, "You know, I didn't leave this room yesterday."

"I don't doubt you, Dumbledore." Vivi still had a cold expression. "I'm just asking you, who is the backer of the Daily Prophet? Why do you dare to spread any rumors in the newspaper?"

"As far as I know, they have no backers," Dumbledore said firmly.

"That's strange. Why does such a newspaper exist in the British wizarding world?" Weiwei reached out and knocked on the table. "I won't allow it. I absolutely won't allow it. The British wizarding world won't allow such a newspaper that ignores the facts and fabricates stories to exist!"

"But why does the Daily Prophet know everything that happened at the Black mansion?" Hermione frowned and asked, "No, I don't think it's that simple. It must be..."

"Is there a traitor?!" Ron continued with Hermione's words.

"No." Hermione put her hand on her chin, paced left and right, and said to Ron, "During this period of time, the only people who entered and left number 12 Grimmauld Place were Sirius, Harry, Professor Snape, and Harry. First of all, Sirius and Harry would never be bored enough to tell the Daily Prophet about these things. Secondly, although Professor Snape likes to target Sirius, he would not do such a thing. If the newspapers a few days ago still had suspicion, then today's newspapers have cleared Professor Snape of suspicion, because it is impossible for him to know the first-hand news here without being here."

"Finally, it is even less likely that Professor McGonagall would do such a thing, so... I have a guess..."

At this point, Hermione walked over to Vivi and whispered something in her ear.

Weiwei's expression gradually softened. She glanced at Hermione and asked, "How sure are you?"

"It can basically be confirmed." Hermione said firmly: "There is absolutely no second possibility!"

"Okay!" Vivi's lips curled up slightly, and she agreed with Hermione's plan.

That afternoon, Vivi asked Hedwig to deliver a letter to Hogwarts. This time, not only did she invite Professor McGonagall, but she also invited the four headmasters to Number 12 Grimmauld Place.

After the four professors arrived at the old house, Weiwei did not immediately say what to do. Instead, she simply talked for a few words and then started discussing it again in the conference room.

Judging from the outside, the conference room was bustling with activity. Professor Flitwick, the head of Ravenclaw, was even standing on the table and making a passionate speech.

But if you go in and listen, you'll find that Professor Flitwick is making a passionate speech about whether to have macaroni or spaghetti tonight.

"I think macaroni is better than spaghetti." Snape said nonsense seriously, "If I had to choose, I would choose macaroni..."

"Ha, you're exposed, aren't you? Old snot...Snape?" Sirius slammed the table and said, "You single dog must eat this stuff at home all day. No wonder your hair is so greasy. You must eat it with macaroni!"

Snape was not angry, but instead put on a forced smile.

"No, I'm just single and you're a real dog."

Sirius was choked by these words and almost suffocated.

At this moment, Hermione suddenly walked to the door casually with the bottle in her hand.

She moved very quickly, and with lightning speed, she slammed the bottle against the door.

A beetle suddenly appeared in the bottle.

"Okay, professors." Hermione shook the bottle and put the beetle into the bottle, showing a victorious smile: "I have caught the eavesdropping thief - my guess was right, she is an illegal Animagus... Beetle, no wonder she can sneak in without being discovered, it is indeed the most suitable Animagus form for reporters!"

Vivi appeared next to the bottle with a cold face.

She took the bottle and a violet flame appeared in her hand.

"I think there is no value in the existence of such social scraps that only use their pens to spread rumors and stir up trouble..."

A vortex suddenly appeared around the beetle, and then the bottle expanded and a woman appeared in the same place.

She had blonde hair and a big, thick-chinned face. She was wearing green clothes and looked terrified.

"No, don't burn me!" the woman screamed in horror: "I am still useful - I am still useful!"

"Oh, what do you have for?" Vivi pressed the violet flame against her.

The woman screamed and tried to get rid of the flames, but she found that the flames were like maggots on her tarsus and she couldn't get rid of them.

But the flames were obviously well controlled. There was no sign of them spreading. They were not even burning her body. They were only roasting her soul.

"I can take refuge with you!" the woman shouted in fear, "Please put away the flames, please, please..."

"Name." Weiwei asked casually.

"Rita, Rita Skeeter." Rita introduced herself incoherently, "Reporter of the Daily Prophet, 42 years old..."

"So you're a reporter from the Daily Prophet." Vivi folded her hands on her legs, looking very calm.

But what she was doing now was totally inconsistent with her temperament at the moment.

"Why did you make up these lies?" Weiwei asked softly, "I don't remember that we knew each other, let alone any conflicts between us. Why did you do this?"

"Make a big story..." Rita said painfully, "This will sell more newspapers..."

"So that's how it is..." Weiwei said with a hint of enlightenment, "Just because you want to make a big news, you can distort the facts and weave lies. It seems that you still need some small punishment..."

After that, Vivi took out a small bag beside her and put Rita in it.

After putting her in, Weiwei looked at the four deans standing beside her.

She stood up and lifted her skirt slightly to give a ladylike greeting to the deans.

"Thank you for your help, deans. If it weren't for your cooperation, we would not have been able to lure this cunning reporter into the trap."

"This is what we should do." The chubby Professor Sprout obviously didn't like the reporter very much. "You know, she said bad things about me in the newspaper before, but I couldn't stop her from doing so. Now that I see you can punish her, I am very happy and grateful to you."

"There is such a thing?" Weiwei asked in surprise, "Does she want to discredit a professor like Professor Sprout who is devoted to education?"

"Not only that, but me too!" Professor Flitwick said indignantly, "She actually said that I'm not even as tall as the two stacked volumes of Basic Spells, Merlin's height-increasing shoes... I really want to cast a few curses on her damn face."

"I'll help you deal with her." Weiwei nodded and looked at Professor McGonagall: "What about you?"

"She said I was a bad old lady who only knew how to use Animagus to deceive children!" There was obvious anger in Professor McGonagall's eyes.

"I will punish him." Weiwei also nodded and looked at Professor Snape: "What about you? Professor Snape?"

Snape looked away and snorted.

"Oh, I know that," said Sirius, holding up his hands. "I'd say this Rita Skeeter is a much better talker than James and I. She said the oil in Snotlout's hair could make a table of fish and chips..."

Snape's face darkened as he recalled bad memories.

After hearing what Sirius said, everyone present looked strange.

No, this Rita is really sharp-tongued...

"But we are professors, there is no way we can question her." Professor Sprout sighed.

"I understand." Weiwei made an OK gesture.

Now that Rita Skeeter has been caught, the professors' mission is accomplished.

Hermione's plan was simple. She guessed that Rita just liked to make a big news, and the sudden arrival of four professors at the Black mansion was obviously a sign of big news.

So this was just a trick to lure Rita out, and it looks like she has fallen for it.

Vivi kept the professors for dinner, and only after they left did she release the disheveled Rita.

There were only the two of them in the room, and Vivi didn't want to tarnish her image in Harry's eyes.

Rita, who was released, was a little unconscious due to the burning of the Guble fairy fire. Vivi did not feel sorry for her. She raised her wand and a stream of clear water like a spring rushed her against the wall.

"Let me go, let me go - Miss, Miss Grindelwald..."

The moment Rita landed on the ground, she rolled over and crawled, begging for Vivi's forgiveness.

"It's not that I don't want to let you go, Ms. Skeeter." Vivi sat on the chair, looking down at Rita at her feet: "It's whether you are willing to let yourself go."

"me……"

Rita was speechless. She didn't know how to answer in order to satisfy Miss Grindelwald.

Weiwei didn't say anything either, just looked at her silently, occasionally picking up the teacup and taking a sip of tea, and seemed not at all anxious to make her request.

This kind of pressure is much greater than what Vivi said.

"Then I, I..."

Rita organized her words several times, but was rejected by herself every time.

What should I say or do to calm down this scary lady in front of me?
No...it's to satisfy this lady...

Thinking of this, Rita decided to take a gamble.

"Please tell me what you want, Miss Grindelwald." She said flatteringly, "As long as you have any request, I will do my best to satisfy it..."

"I don't have any requests." Weiwei put the teacup aside and said to Rita with a smile: "It seems that you still don't understand what I mean..."

"But I..."

Rita's brain was overclocking like crazy, and after several rounds of hard thinking, she finally found the crux of the problem.

"I will go back and write a new article about you, Miss Grindelwald. How could you fall in love with that boy Harry Potter..."

Vivi slowly raised her head and looked at Rita as if she were looking at a dead person.

Rita shuddered and thought to herself that something was wrong.

As smart as she is, she certainly thought of the mistake in her words just now.

It seems that Miss Grindelwald doesn't dislike Mr. Potter?
Thinking of this, the flexible Rita quickly changed her words: "No, I think the touching love between Miss Grindelwald and Mr. Potter is definitely worth my serious writing!"

After saying that, she raised her head cautiously, and was secretly delighted when she saw that Weiwei's expression had softened.

The bet was right, it seems...

She continued, "Also, regarding Mr. Regulus Black, I think the Daily Prophet needs to re-evaluate. Hmm... especially the heroic deeds he experienced when he was undercover beside the Dark Lord. His heroic deeds must be spread to every corner of the wizarding world!"

Having said that, Rita carefully raised her head again, but saw that Vivi was only concentrating on drinking tea and was not looking at her.

"In addition, if you have any needs in the future, the Daily Prophet will definitely do its best to help you..."

Rita finally said through gritted teeth.

Of course she knew what the last name Grindelwald represented, but there was nothing she could do since someone else had the upper hand over her.

What's more, today she has seen Miss Grindelwald's methods, which can make her die without anyone knowing.

Now that she has fallen into her hands, Rita can only accept the defeat.

Hearing Rita's words, Vivi put down her teacup.

Of course, she didn't just want Rita to help Regulus clear his name, she also needed the Daily Prophet to help her do something else.

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(The last 4000 words are the extra chapters I made last month when I wished for 50000/50000 monthly tickets, and I finally got it back!)

(End of this chapter)