Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 238 Hermione: I don’t understand!
However, Harry's idea was doomed to fail, because Vivi had not appeared in Hogwarts in recent days.

She has been very busy lately, almost running around between various schools.

It was at this time that Harry entered his third year summer vacation.

Having a day off was a nice thing, even for Harry.

Although it doesn't affect his slacking off in school, the holidays mean he can go out and have fun, stroll around, and have more freedom than in school.

——Of course, Dumbledore never forbade him to leave Hogwarts.

"Right," Ron stretched out his hand and twirled his fingers, "I'm really looking forward to this summer vacation - you know? The Quidditch World Cup final will be held in England! My dad has confirmed it!"

Hearing Ron's words, the Gryffindors all turned their eyes over - of course, not only the Gryffindors, but even the Slytherins behind them turned their eyes to Ron.

It wasn't because of Ron's inside information, but because of his sudden habit of speaking that was not his own.

It's nothing, because the habit of saying 'my dad' is usually Draco's.

"I really suspect that Malfoy has cast the Imperius Curse on you." Neville whispered, "You know, for a moment, I really thought that the person sitting in front of me was not you, but him..."

"I thought so too." Hermione nodded in agreement, ignoring Neville's mention of the Imperius Curse.

After all, having experienced the destruction of the Dueling Hut, Hermione had long been immune to these unforgivable curses.

As long as you don’t use the Unforgivable Curse on your classmates, it doesn’t matter.

"What?" Draco's voice sounded from behind, "Weasley is right, this year's World Cup final will indeed be held in the UK, will you go to watch it? My father plans to book a premium box for our family..."

Only then did everyone turn their shocked faces back to calm.

That's right, this habit only feels right when Draco says it.

"That's great." Harry looked back and didn't see Cassandra, so he asked again, "What about Cassandra? Is she with you?"

"My dad said she should be watching the World Cup with you."

Draco was still a little unhappy when he said this.

"If you hadn't told me, I would have forgotten that I should have asked someone to order some tickets."

Harry had actually forgotten about this matter, but it wasn't a big deal. After all, there was no way Sirius couldn't get tickets to the Quidditch World Cup.

Just then, Hedwig and a group of owls flew in from outside.

There was a letter in its paw, which looked like it was from Vivi.

"It's a letter from Vivi." Harry opened the letter, read it carefully, and then put it away carefully.

"What does it say?" Ron asked curiously.

As a result, Ron was slapped by Hermione.

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask! Ronald!" She growled in a low voice, looking very much like Ron's other biological mother.

Ron pursed his lips twice.
Harry glanced at Ron subconsciously, and already had an idea of ​​the miserable life that Ron would live in the second half of his life.

It seems that Ron's second half of life will not be much better than that of a mule, both of which are put on a bit and completely domesticated.

"Weiwei said that she would return to the Black mansion in a few days and asked me not to wait for her... She also said that there would be an interview at the Austrian Ministry of Magic in the next few days...?!"

When he said this, he was still a little dazed.

Interview at the Austrian Ministry of Magic? What was it about?
Could it be that Vivi's idea was true? Was she really planning to work at the Ministry of Magic?
"She's going to the Ministry of Magic?" Hermione frowned and asked hesitantly, "Will the Austrian Ministry of Magic agree to her request to join the Ministry?"

"I'm afraid so."

Ron picked up the Daily Prophet in front of him and pointed to the news on it for Hermione to see.

"Did you see that? The Austrian Ministry of Magic has been reorganized, but... it has not yet been announced who the new Minister of Magic will be. We can only wait and see."

"What does this have to do with Miss Grindelwald?" Draco frowned and asked, "Logically speaking, the reorganization of the Ministry of Magic will not affect whether a certain person can be employed in the Ministry of Magic, right?"

"It's hard to say," said Ron.

"You are making rash judgments without understanding the operating rules of the Ministry of Magic!" Draco said angrily, "Forget it, you won't understand it anyway, so why don't you tell me who you think will be the champion of the Quidditch World Cup -"

When the Quidditch World Cup was mentioned, the eyes of the students around me lit up.

The Quidditch World Cup, also known as the Quidditch Cup or World Championship, has been held every four years since 1473.

In the competition, Quidditch teams from various countries and regions compete against each other to determine the winner and win the World Cup.

In preparation for the World Cup final, a full 500 officials from the Ministry of Magic worked busy for a whole year, not only to renovate the venue for the Quidditch World Cup, but also to make wizards from all over the world feel at home.

"Of course it's the Bulgarian team!" Ron said without hesitation. "The Bulgarian team's Seeker, Viktor Krum, is really amazing... Merlin, I really hope I can get his autograph. I still have his poster hanging in my dorm."

Hearing that Ron actually liked Viktor Krum, Draco couldn't help but reveal an approving look.

"I heard that he was a student at Durmstrang." Draco said with a smile, "Come to think of it, I almost became his classmate. My father wanted to send me to Durmstrang, but my mother thought it was too far away from home, so she didn't agree. Otherwise, maybe I would have met him."

Durmstrang, this school has a great reputation.

It was a school that refused to accept Muggle students and allowed students to practice dark magic.

This school is also Gellert's alma mater, but because Gellert caused some trouble in school, he was expelled.

According to gossip, he showed great magical talent at a young age. However, Grindelwald did not spend his energy on pursuing honors and awards, but devoted himself to the dark arts. When he was sixteen, he was expelled for conducting "evil experiments" and "attacking classmates and nearly killing them."

Of course, Gellert himself has been denying this, but as we all know, only words that are denied can be believed.

After he was expelled, he came to England and established a close and romantic relationship with the young Albus Dumbledore, planning to find the Deathly Hallows and lead a wizard revolution, break the International Statute of Secrecy, and establish a global hierarchical order led by wise and powerful wizards to rule over Muggles.

Of course, what happened next wasn’t very romantic.

"You actually want to go to Durmstrang?!" Ron asked in astonishment, then said with relief: "That's right, after all, you are Malfoy, it's normal for you to be interested in Durmstrang, it's a school that advocates the concept of pure blood." "Ha." Draco said, "That's what I said, but now I think Hogwarts is better..."

"Don't you think Hogwarts is no good now?" Ron asked with a squint. He had heard Draco talking about Hogwarts a lot at the beginning of his first year.

Not only the crickets in Hogwarts, but Dumbledore is also an equal cricket.

After hearing this, Draco held his head high and said proudly:
"That was before I was ignorant. Now I think Hogwarts is the best magic school in the world!"

Indeed, looking at his expression, you can tell that what he said is completely sincere.

Simo suddenly interrupted, "Compared to this, I'm actually more concerned about the World Cup games. It should be said that the British teams' performance is not ideal: England lost to Transylvania 10-390, Scotland lost to Luxembourg, and Wales lost to Uganda."

This was really a case of bringing up something irrelevant. After hearing what Simo said, the atmosphere around them became depressing.

"It's okay." Ron cheered up and comforted everyone, "At least we made it to the World Cup, didn't we? It's better than those countries that can't make it to the competition."

Of course, this has nothing to do with Seres. After all, Seres' Quidditch team is pretty good, a thousand times better than the infamous (in all aspects) Chinese national football team in later generations.

This also leads to a strange phenomenon - whenever a foreigner talks to a normal Chinese, if you say that certain aspects of China are not good, everyone will discuss with you dialectically, presenting facts and reasoning - but if this foreigner complains about the Chinese national football team, then even the most patriotic Chinese will give you a thumbs up and praise you for having vision.

"I hope the Ministry of Magic is well prepared." Ron muttered, "But I heard that Percy is going to work in the Ministry of Magic. If I guess correctly, he will definitely be assigned to the Quidditch department..."

Everyone was talking and laughing, continuing to chat about the Quidditch World Cup.

The holiday has come quietly, and the school has decided not to announce the results for the time being.

I don't know what medicine Dumbledore took wrong, but according to him, the Quidditch World Cup, which is held every four years, is about to begin, and he wants everyone to have a happy holiday.

For this reason, the students shouted "Long live the principal" and sincerely wished the principal good health forever.

"Did you see Professor Snape's expression?" Ron whispered, "God, I really wonder how...well, it feels like..."

"Like what?" Neville asked in a low voice when he saw that Ron was reluctant to speak.

Ron looked back and after confirming that there was no one behind him, he said boldly, "It's like I haven't pooped for hundreds of years. My face is blue from holding it in..."

"Well said, Mr. Ronald Weasley."

A greasy voice came from the seat opposite Ron. Ron suddenly shuddered and found that the person sitting in front of him was...

Sirius pinched his throat.

"As a compliment to your discerning eye, I have decided not to give you any homework for your Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

After that, Sirius picked up the pumpkin juice on the table and made a "Cheers" gesture to Ron.

"That's really great..." Ron searched for an adjective for a long time, and finally said, "That's really great, Professor Sirius."

"I always know how to meet the needs of students, so there is usually very little homework during the holidays."

Sirius winked at Ron and said, "After all, starting from next semester, neither Lupin nor I will teach at Hogwarts..."

"Why?!"

The one who reacted the most was not Gryffindor, but Ravenclaw not far away.

The Ravenclaw girls looked grief-stricken, and it was obvious that they simply didn't want Sirius to leave Hogwarts.

"Because of something." Sirius said leisurely, "I am going to work in the Ministry of Magic, and Lupin...well, a parent who does not want to be named reported to the Ministry of Magic under his real name, saying that the teacher of Hogwarts' Defense Against the Dark Arts class is actually a werewolf, so he has to leave this position and seek other positions to make a living."

"Why!" Hermione protested unconvinced: "We all know what kind of person Professor Lupin is. Although he is a werewolf, he is a gentle man and a competent and qualified teacher. I don't understand why parents are discussing his werewolf identity, as if he will bite us at any time..."

"But this is reality, little girl." Sirius spread his hands helplessly: "Even if Dumbledore has repeatedly assured us, the Ministry of Magic will not allow this to happen. So Moony has no choice but to resign. He doesn't want to make things difficult for Dumbledore."

“Jesus, this…”

Hermione was almost crying.

"If I were Minister for Magic I would never do that!" she said angrily.

"Then you have to become Minister of Magic first, Hermione," Ron said from the side.

Hermione said nothing, but turned around and glared at Ron.

"Let's eat something." Sirius said with a smile, reaching out to pick up the sandwich beside him, and said to them: "The separation is only temporary, maybe the next Defense Against the Dark Arts professor will be better."

"But not like you..."

Hermione said, glancing up at the Ravenclaw girls.

"The Defense Against the Dark Arts class, which is popular with the girls, has been taught."

“That’s true!”

Sirius had no intention of being modest at all, he certainly knew that he was very popular with his female classmates.

But he would not fall in love with a student. He has a relatively normal orientation and likes big wavy blonde hair.

Of course, these five words need to be punctuated carefully.

"Professor Black, please don't leave, okay?"

The Ravenclaw girls were almost crying, and some were even sobbing quietly with their heads down.

"Separation is only for a better reunion, girls." Sirius said with a smile and spread his hands.

At this moment, Dumbledore walked into the hall from outside.

He was holding two strange-shaped objects in his hands, which immediately attracted the attention of his classmates.

(End of this chapter)