Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 243 The Little Bell on the Neck
Hearing Harry's call, Cassandra pulled the quilt down a little, revealing a pair of beautiful eyes.

It's worth admitting that it's quite cute, at least Harry thinks so.

Harry walked over to the bed and sat next to Cassandra.

"Are you warm enough?" He reached out and rubbed Cassandra's head.

You know what, this feels really good.

Cassandra's soft hair feels great, like touching the most expensive silk in the world.

"Yeah." Cassandra replied with a nasal voice.

"Then I'll try."

Harry didn't say anything, and before Cassandra could respond, he reached under the quilt.

It didn't matter that Harry stretched out his hand, he felt as if he touched something he shouldn't have touched.

but……

It can also be seen from Cassandra's embarrassed and angry eyes.

He took his hand away awkwardly and said to Cassandra: "Not bad, at least you are qualified as a maid——"

"Hmph." Cassandra snorted softly.

She still remembered her current identity as a maid, and what Harry had just said was indeed correct.

"What are we having for breakfast tomorrow?" Harry began to make small talk. "Oh, I actually miss the classic breakfast of the Malfoy family, that special bacon."

"Okay, I'll tell Dobby." Cassandra said, "Dobby's mother is the elf who served me back then—"

As she spoke, she climbed out of the quilt, and the bell on her collar tinkled as she moved.

Harry looked at the conspicuous black collar on the slender pink swan's neck, and he couldn't help but reach out and fiddle with the bell twice.

Quite interesting, he thought.

Sleeping with Harry was out of the question, at least not right now, and even if Harry wanted to, Cassandra wouldn't agree.

As a classic lady, this was the limit for her. If there wasn't a Miss Grindelwald lurking outside, she wouldn't have felt this sense of crisis.

I have to admit that there can only be progress if there is a sense of oppression.

That night, when Cassandra returned home, she buried her head in the quilt, and the heat was almost coming out from behind her head.

Shyness is one thing, but there's also a bit of secret joy.

It seems...

This shows that I am not bad at all, she thought, at least not worse than that guy Grindelwald.

Early the next morning, Cassandra asked Dobby to prepare a standard Malfoy family breakfast for Harry.

Of course, she did not go to the restaurant to dine with Lucius and his wife, but came to Harry's room alone in a maid's outfit.

"Time to wake up!"

Cassandra said this and reached out to lift up Harry's quilt.

Then, inevitably, her eyes fell on something.

Well... counting the years, Harry is now fourteen years old, fifteen in lunar age. If he went to school in the morning, he would be a high school student in Seris.

As we all know, high school students'... is the hardest thing in the world.

Two suspicious red clouds immediately appeared on Cassandra's face.

She quickly put down the quilt, turned around and slipped out of Harry's room without looking back.

When Cassandra returned to her own house, she was still a little frightened. She kept beating her chest with her hands, trying to calm her breathing.

However, the culprit Harry was still a little confused. Why did he suddenly feel the quilt being lifted up and then suddenly put down?

When he opened his eyes, Cassandra had left, and only Dobby was standing not far away, still holding his breakfast.

"You are awake, great Mr. Harry Potter." Dobby suddenly fanned his eyes. "This is the breakfast prepared for you by Miss Cassandra at your request."

After saying that, Dobby placed the breakfast on the table and slowly disappeared into the room.

Harry raised an eyebrow and shrugged, picking up his fork and picking at the food on his plate nonchalantly.

Around nine o'clock in the morning, Lucius sent someone to inform them that they were ready to set off to pick up Draco from the Weasleys' house.

Harry didn't refuse, but Cassandra seemed to be talking to her father's portrait.

After waiting for a while, Cassandra finally arrived.

They took a carriage all the way to the Weasley's house.

No matter how many times he came here, Harry was actually quite shocked by the house...

It's crooked and twisted. If the Leaning Tower of Pisa is a dangerous building, then the Weasley family's burrow is something that should have collapsed.

They were the ones who built that house, and the Housing and Urban-Rural Development Bureau was so moved when they saw it that they almost cried.

If it weren't for the existence of magic, this building would have collapsed long ago.

When we arrived at the Burrow, the Weasleys seemed to be preparing lunch.

Harry could see that Draco was following behind Ron and the Weasley twins, happily kicking gnomes in the field. He didn't look like a pure-blood wizard at all, but rather like a little mud monkey that had rolled out of some mud.

After observing the popular... suspected to be his own child for a long time, Lucius finally asked Narcissa uncertainly: "Is this our Draco?"

"Should be..." Narcissa was also a little hesitant, "Should be, right?"

Indeed, no matter how he changes, Draco's iconic light golden hair cannot be concealed.

"You can see that he is really happy now." Sirius shook his head and commented, "I suggest that you two should not focus too much on making Draco maintain his so-called image. Children should behave like children. When I was his age..."

"When you were his age, you had posters of Muggle girls plastered all over your bedroom walls with Permanent Stickers."

Narcissa ruthlessly exposed Sirius's true colors without any hesitation.

"Ahem." Sirius tried to defend himself: "That's just human nature, human nature..."

"I don't think so," Narcissa snorted. "Aunt was very angry about this and scolded you, right?"

Sirius hung his head, now he had nothing to say.

After all, it is not a glorious thing to paste sexy Muggle girl posters in the bedroom, even if he can use youthful vigor as an excuse.
It was at this moment that Molly, who was standing at the door with her hands on her hips, noticed the person coming.

She walked quickly forward and greeted everyone without any hesitation.

Even towards the Malfoy family, with whom she had always been at odds, she did her best to be presentable.

You can't just draw your sword as soon as you meet, right? That's something only children would do.

After greeting them, Molly turned her gaze to Harry.

"Oh, my dear Harry." Molly reached out and ruffled Harry's messy hair. "The last time I saw you was last summer vacation. Ron was taken care of by you during Christmas... Come on, Harry. Ron and the others have been talking about you since they came back yesterday."

After that, Molly looked at Sirius again.

Even though she had just exchanged greetings with Sirius, it did not stop her from warning Sirius.

"Sirius, I hope you won't lead the children astray - they are still young and shouldn't learn from you, chasing after those Muggle girls every day!"

These words really broke Sirius's defense.

No, how come everyone in the world knows that I put up a Muggle girl poster?
Ignoring Sirius's broken defense, Molly said to Harry again: "Come on, Harry, they all miss you very much."

They walked all the way into the Burrow, and Draco outside and the others just noticed someone coming.

"Harry's here," Ron said briefly, "Come on, let's go find him together..."

After saying that, Ron swung his arm and threw the goblin out.

Thrown far away.

"Well done." George and Fred each pressed one of Ron's shoulders. "As a reward for lunch, you'll have a big spider."

Ron shuddered subconsciously.

He decided to complain to his mother when he got back and not let his two brothers succeed in their plan.

When Draco walked into the Burrow, the first thing he saw was his parents.

Since they had just gone around to the other side of the Burrow, they didn't notice who was coming. The moment he saw his parents, Draco didn't feel surprised, but frightened instead.

The level of shock was like a child who had been watching TV all day and suddenly found his parents walking in from outside.

"Dad, Mom." Draco walked slowly towards his parents like a frightened ostrich.

"Go wash your hands," Narcissa said kindly.

Draco slipped away as if he had been pardoned.

Seeing Draco like this, Ron lowered his head and chuckled.

It seems that there is always someone who can defeat you. I didn't expect Draco to be so afraid of his parents.

However, he did not doubt that Draco lacked parental love. After all, a child who lacks love would not call everyone "my dad".

"They had a really crazy time last night." Molly shook her head helplessly. "Arthur was the same. Or rather, Arthur was the oldest child among them. If he hadn't been making trouble, they wouldn't have stayed at Granger's house for so long."

"Granger family?" Lucius said with interest, "I remember this last name - I had a drink with Mr. Granger during the holiday at the beginning of the second grade."

"Do you know Mr. Granger?" Molly couldn't believe it. In her impression, Lucius was still the wizard who insisted on pure-blood ideas.

She never expected that the agile Lucius would suddenly change his allegiance and completely cut off ties with the Death Eaters.

"Of course, he is a very interesting Muggle." Lucius smiled: "I have been looking forward to meeting him again."

"That's great!" Ron said suddenly. "My dad invited the Grangers to watch the World Cup yesterday - I mean, the Quidditch World Cup. It took my dad a whole night to explain the difference between the Quidditch World Cup and the Football World Cup."

"Yes," said Fred and George in unison. "Mr. Granger is a fan of Manchester United - ahaha, how does it go? Glory glory Man. United!"

The twins must have some musical talent, as they sang Manchester United's team song quite well.

"Oh." Lucius smiled and said to the two of them: "I remember this team - Mr. Granger told me that he liked the player called 'Ryan Giggs' the most."

Of course, Mr. Granger is a real football fan and would not make the joke of "Giggs and Rooney flying on both wings" made by Barcelona (star) football experts.

On the one hand, it’s because Mr. Granger really watches football, and on the other hand, Rooney doesn’t even know where to play in the mud in this era…

"I really hope Mr. Granger can get involved." Lucius said again: "We got along quite well at the time, but it's a pity that we never met."

These were not just polite remarks. After all, Lucius had witnessed Mr. Granger's terrifying ability of speculation and profiteering.

Although Mr. Granger didn't know where the money came from, he always managed to make it somehow.

Narcissa glanced at Lucius but didn't say anything.

Although she is Black, she is now married to the Malfoy family. As the saying goes, when you marry a chicken, you follow the chicken; when you marry a dog, you follow the dog. Since she married the flexible Malfoy, it is natural for her to be flexible as well.

One of the couple must adapt to the other, otherwise life will be impossible.

Since my husband thinks that Muggle is good, there must be something good about him.

Otherwise, Lucius, who is so arrogant, would not look at such a Muggle differently.

"I hope so." Harry said on the side, "But given Mr. Granger's lively personality, I'm afraid he really won't miss this event."

Lucius nodded and asked, "By the way, where's Arthur?"

"Arthur sent Percy to the Ministry of Magic." Molly replied, "You know, my third son Percy graduated this year. He has just been accepted by the Ministry of Magic. It is said that he will work in old Barty Crouch's department."

"Oh, old Barty."

When talking about old Batty, Lucius showed a hint of contempt.

But he concealed it very well, and no one present noticed the slight change in his expression.

"If I remember correctly, he should be the director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation." Lucius said again: "If Percy is going to work in his department, he will not be idle this whole summer - you know, the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation is also fully responsible for all issues related to the Quidditch World Cup."

"Will that be busy?" Molly asked with concern.

"Busy for sure." Lucius smiled and continued, "But Old Batty is not a suitable boss for a fresh graduate. If possible, I suggest that you let your child choose another department."

This was actually quite euphemistic, but Molly actually took it to heart.

She had actually heard rumors about old Barty a long time ago, but what could she do? She couldn't interfere with the personnel allocation of the Ministry of Magic.

"But I think," Sirius suddenly said, "it's not a bad thing for Percy to be under old Barty's command. At least it can help him train his abilities."

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)