Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 222 Harry's Inner Desire

Vivi was very secretive about Harry's question.

In short, according to her, we just need to move forward step by step.

The road has been paved, and whether we can continue to move forward depends on whether Sirius is the right material.

Holidays always pass quickly, and it seemed that within a few days, Professor Lupin appeared in front of them again.

Professor Lupin looked healthy and not troubled by his monthly discomfort.

A few days later, it was time for school to start at Hogwarts.

Dumbledore looked listless, not because he was still weak, but because his eating habits had been strictly controlled.

One of the few pleasures he had was eating some sweets every day. But now his basic joy of eating sweets had been killed. How could he be happy?

But in the eyes of Vivi and the others, Dumbledore was different from those dying Muggle old men.

It's fine for them to just enjoy their food, since they don't have many years left to live - but Dumbledore is different. He is at the age where he should be working hard, so how could he have any problems just by consuming a little sugar?
What's more, for Dumbledore, it's not called eating candy, it should be called showing off.

The amount of sugar that Harry and his entire dormitory consume every year is probably not enough for Dumbledore to eat in a few days.

This is no longer just an ordinary appetite, it must be stopped!
The result was that Dumbledore was in a particularly bad mood, even when he returned to the headmaster's office.

Pappy has obtained authorization from the school board to take away all the candies in the principal's office, and has also sent people to Honeydukes to communicate and coordinate, temporarily cutting off the supply of Honeydukes candies to Dumbledore.

Everyone in Hogwarts knew that Dumbledore was a major shareholder of Honeydukes. After all, on the first day Dumbledore became a shareholder, he started showing off to the world and told everyone he met that he had become a shareholder.

Now Dumbledore regrets it very much.

If he had known that this situation would happen, why did he still publicize it all over the world?
Now, I won’t be able to eat any more candies and can only watch others enjoy candies.

The recent news was all good for the Black family. Not only was the Daily Prophet reporting on it, but even some other newspapers, such as the New York Elf in the United States and Le Cri De La Gargouille in France, all came to interview Sirius Black.

French journalists, in particular, always spare no effort in digging up gossip about the British wizarding world.

Even the wizarding world between the two countries is in a love-hate relationship - unlike the relationship between Britain and France in the Muggle world, which is like a quarreling couple, the wizarding world of the two countries prefers to speak directly to each other.

"Excuse me, Mr. Black," Pierre, the reporter of "The Howl of the Gargoyles," asked with concern, "What do you think of the misunderstanding of you by the British Ministry of Magic over the years?"

"This is not the Ministry of Magic's fault, Mr. Reporter." Sirius answered flawlessly, "After I trusted the traitor and caused the death of my good friend and his wife, I regretted it so much... Even if I was sent to Azkaban, it could not atone for one ten-thousandth of my crimes..."

"No, Sirius." Harry hugged Sirius, "It's not your fault, it's not your fault... I believe Mom and Dad won't blame you either..."

Harry was telling the truth, he had a lot of complaints about his father.

It wasn't that no one suggested that he ask Dumbledore to be the secret keeper, but the problem was that in order to prove his brotherhood, he bluntly rejected the proposal, which directly led to him and Lily being robbed by Voldemort.

If it weren't for his arrogance, perhaps both parents would be alive now.

Pierre's quill pen made a swish sound as he wrote quickly on the paper.

"So," James, a reporter from the New York Elf Newspaper, also asked, "Mr. Black, are the reports in the Daily Prophet true? If so, why doesn't the British Ministry of Magic vindicate your brother and restore his reputation?"

In fact, the American magical community is not full of good guys and girls, especially towards Britain, its former colonial master, they have great malice towards it.

"I don't know how the Daily Prophet got the news," Sirius denied. "We just rescued Regulus and learned the truth of the matter. The Daily Prophet got the first-hand news... It should be said that the description in it cannot be trusted. At least the so-called secret history of the Black family that was made public some time ago is complete nonsense - as for the latter part, it can be believed."

"As for why the British Ministry of Magic failed to redress Regulus, it is because it is currently on Christmas vacation. On the other hand, we also want to let Regulus rest in peace and verify the truth of the matter. I believe that when we go to the Ministry of Magic with enough evidence, the Ministry of Magic will definitely not refuse to redress a true hero."

"What if the British Ministry of Magic doesn't redress your brother's wrongdoing?" Pierre suddenly asked.

"I believe in the Ministry of Magic and Minister Fudge." Sirius's high-sounding words were extremely soothing.

To Pierre and James' disappointment, the interview at Number 12 Grimmauld Place did not get them what they wanted.

Unlike Rita, at least these two people do not have any professional journalistic skills and will not exaggerate the facts.

But it cannot be completely said that they did not get what they wanted. At least Sirius's answer was enough for them to disgust the British Ministry of Magic in the newspapers and put on a loud show of forcing the palace.

After several foreign newspapers published reports about the Black family, the Ministry of Magic finally could no longer sit still.

Fudge launched an emergency consultation for this purpose, intending to come up with a feasible plan with his subordinates on how to deal with the current situation.

However, at number twelve Grimmauld Place, the atmosphere was unusually relaxed.

Not only the New York Elf and Howl of the Gargoyles, but even the Daily Prophet written by Rita praised the Black family to the utmost.

Especially Rita, after telling the story of Sirius' heroic deeds, she did not forget to sublimate Sirius' personality.

"Look." Sirius picked up the Daily Prophet and pointed at the report on it and said, "Look what it says here? 'I felt a real human heart beating at number twelve, Grimmauld Place...' I really like this sentence."

"In fact, Mr. Black," Cassandra said, interrupting the godfather's unrealistic fantasy, "there are nine hearts beating in this old house."

"Isn't there ten?" Pappy suddenly stood up and counted on his fingers: "Oh, look, Sirius, Lupin, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore, Kreacher, Vivi, you and me, isn't there a total of ten people?"

"You are a ghost, my dear Sweetin." Cassandra looked at Pabbie with pity.

Papi opened his mouth, and his entire spirit turned gray and floated away dejectedly.

Oh, I forgot. I am a ghost.

"Don't lose heart, Pappy." Vivi reached out and rubbed Pappy's spiritual head. "You will be able to recover your physical body soon. By then, there will be ten hearts beating in this old house."

"Great!" Pabbie jumped up and said, not forgetting to look at Cassandra with a demonstrative look.

However, Cassandra just crossed her arms and looked at Harry not far away with pride, and had no interest in even looking at Pappy.

"She's so mean!" Pappy whispered to Vivi, "Look, she clearly said she doesn't like Harry, but her eyes are always glued to others..."

When Vivi heard what Pabbie said, she glanced at Cassandra and found that, just as Pabbie said, she was really staring at Harry.

A woman who says one thing but means another...

Vivi sighed in her heart, if it weren't for her temper, how could she have gotten close to Harry?

So, this person... can't have a smooth life. Look at Cassandra, who is pampered by her father and brother at home, and has an incomprehensible temper. Then look at Weiwei, a dumb whose parents died early. With this comparison, you can instantly feel the difference.

As for why Cassandra became the first loser, there is no need to guess.

"I will recommend you to the Ministry of Magic, Sirius." Dumbledore suddenly said, "After school starts, I will communicate with the Ministry of Magic and let you work there."

"Oh, thank you very much, Dumbledore." Sirius put down the newspaper and said with a smile.

Vivi's eyes suddenly flashed with violet light, and she said, "This summer... maybe after the Quidditch World Cup, the position of director of a department in the Ministry of Magic will be vacant. By then, the headmaster can work secretly with Mr. Malfoy to let the godfather be the director... What do you think?"

With Lucius's words, this matter will be more secure.

First of all, they both came from pure-blood families, and Lucius' wife Narcissa was Sirius' cousin, so with this relationship, they had to give him some face.

"Director?" Dumbledore grasped Vivi's words sharply. "You said - you said someone will be caught? Which department, can you tell me?"

"Can you keep it a secret, Dumbledore?" Vivi asked with a faint smile.

"Of course, I promise to keep it a secret!" Dumbledore promised.

Unexpectedly, Vivi smiled.

"Look, Dumbledore," she said, "so can I."

Dumbledore took a deep breath and decided not to bother with Vivi.

This is something that cannot be explained or defeated...

Since she doesn't want to say it, then forget it. It's better not to tell things like prophecies.

"Isn't it the Department of Misuse of Muggle Artifacts?"

Ron was eating melon nearby, and suddenly remembered that his father was also a director.

The child was so scared that he dropped the melon in his hands.

"Not really, Ron." Vivi replied with a smile, "If it was Uncle Weasley, I would have told you a long time ago."

Uncle Weasley?
What a niche word...

Sirius put a hand to his eyebrows, trying to stop them from beating wildly.

Well, it seems that this generation status has risen with Harry.

In the past, he never dared to imagine that Grindelwald's sister would actually call him godfather...

But having said that, it's quite exciting.

From this perspective, am I a generation older than both Dumbledore and Grindelwald?

Sirius could hardly hold back his laughter at the thought.

Ron also breathed a sigh of relief after hearing Vivi's answer.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with the term 'Uncle Weasley'. Even though he knew that the people in front of him were legendary wizards from a hundred years ago, Ron still felt that they were just people of the same age and there was nothing special about them.

At night, Vivi came to attack as usual.

But nothing that shouldn't have happened happened between the two of them. They were just chatting normally, or kissing, or touching and hugging each other.

"Remember that gem?" Harry suddenly asked, "After school starts this time, we have to go to Mr. Flamel's cabin and ask him what the price is for using this gem."

"I have to remind you, Harry." Vivi's head pressed against Harry's chest, "If Lady Death is in Mr. Flamel's hut, then you must ask Lady Death this question, not Mr. Flamel, understand?"

"Well, I'm not that stupid." Harry said with a smile.

Early the next morning, after having dinner, they took a carriage back to Hogwarts.

It was the same carriage that had been cast with the Traceless Extension Charm. It was spacious enough to accommodate all of them to go back together.

Dumbledore also went back in a carriage. He was still a little weak because he had not consumed sugar for more than ten days.

Now, whenever he sees something, he wants to take a bite to see if it contains sugar.

Hermione and Ron returned to the dormitory first, while Harry went to Mr. Flamel's alchemy room with Vivi and the others.

"It looks like you've got my gift."

Ms. Death was sitting next to the computer, holding a crystal ball in her hand, and seemed to be playing some interesting game, but Harry couldn't see clearly.

Mr. Flamel was sitting next to her, looking red-faced, as if the two had just had some argument.

But after seeing them come in, she turned off the screen.

"Miss."

Harry wondered why Death was still here, but he knew what it meant to not ask questions that shouldn't be asked.

"That gemstone - is there any price for using it? Or...what price do I need to pay to fulfill my wish?"

The Grim Reaper smiled and shook his head and said, "Kid - this doesn't require you to pay anything. You can use the gem as you please. Don't worry about this situation."

Harry glanced back at Vivi and then at Dumbledore.

Seeing the two nod, Harry took out the gem.

"So, what do you want most right now?" Mr. Flamel asked.

Harry thought about it and shook his head.

"Perhaps we can use this gem to revive Pappy." Weiwei suddenly said, "Isn't this a gem that can satisfy people's desires? If it works, then we don't need to make those potions... What do you think?"

(I still owe 4000. I was going to make up for it today, but I didn’t make it up.)

(End of this chapter)