Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 255 Sister will take you to do more interesting things

Even as they were about to leave the competition venue, everyone was still reluctant to leave.

Cassandra and Lucius left the competition venue after the awards ceremony and returned to Malfoy Estate.

She had some things she wanted to discuss with Septimus.

Charlie and Bill were excitedly discussing the thrilling match they had just witnessed—a match they were certain would be talked about for over a decade.

Even in the Quidditch Academy Cup, it's rare to catch the Golden Snitch and still lose the game, let alone in the Quidditch World Cup Finals.

As they left, Mr. Weasley repeatedly told the twins not to tell Mrs. Weasley about the gambling.

“Your mother will tear me apart and then stuff your Galleons into your bellies one by one,” he threatened.

The twins chose to believe their father, and fortunately, Mrs. Weasley had been sent away by Mr. Weasley early on.

Mr. Bagman seemed very excited, and after Mrs. Weasley left, he waved his arms gleefully and said to the Weasley twins, “A great victory—isn’t it? I mean, for us.”

He pulled the Galleons from his pocket; there looked to be several hundred of them.

After handing the twins their share, Mr. Bagman turned to Vivi again and said with a smile, "I also want to thank you, Miss Grindelwald—if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have made up my mind to stand with these two Weasley lads—otherwise, I might have gone bankrupt."

"The result was good."

Vivi smiled and accepted the Galleons from Mr. Bagman. She counted them one by one in front of him, and after confirming that everything was correct, she carefully put them into her purse.

She knew that Mr. Bagman had already accepted her favor.

Under normal circumstances, Mr. Bagman would have gone bankrupt because of this Quidditch World Cup and ultimately met his demise.

Clearly, Mr. Bagman was also terrified.

Soon, a tidal wave of people leaving the stadium and returning to the camp surrounded them.

As they walked back along the lantern-lit path, gruff singing filled the night air. Goblins flitted and flew overhead, waving their lanterns and cawing, celebrating Ireland's ultimate victory.

Finally, they reached the tent, but no one wanted to sleep.

Considering the noise around them, Mr. Weasley agreed that everyone should finish a cup of cocoa before going into the tent.

Immediately, everyone started arguing about what had just happened in the competition.

Mr. Weasley and Charlie argued fiercely about the issue of the collision, neither willing to give in.

Finally, Ginny fell asleep at the small table, spilling a cup of hot chocolate all over the floor. Only then did Mr. Weasley order everyone to stop arguing about the game and go to sleep.

Hermione and Ginny crawled into the tent next door, while the Weasley boys changed into their pajamas and returned to their respective cubicles.

Even then, they could still hear singing and strange crashing sounds coming from the other side of the camp, echoing in the night sky for a long time.

“Oh, thank goodness I wasn’t on duty,” Mr. Weasley mumbled sleepily. “Thank goodness I didn’t have to go and tell the Irish to stop celebrating their victory; it would be unimaginable.”

Harry entered the cubicle, where Vivi was already reclining on the edge of the bed, waiting for his arrival.

"Looks like you're still not quite done?"

Vivi's voice was very soft.

“It’s alright.” Harry walked to the bedside and sat down next to her naturally. “Actually, there’s nothing to reminisce about. Compared to the competition, I’m more looking forward to what your reward will be tonight.”

After saying that, Harry asked warily, "Are you going to punish me like you did that day?"

"How could that be?" Vivi chuckled and stretched out her slender arm to wrap around Harry's neck.

The thin blanket slipped off her shoulders, revealing her smooth, creamy skin.

She was only wearing a purple sundress, and Harry could see the beautiful scenery all at once.

Now, he felt a bit thirsty.

"What's wrong?" Vivi asked with a slight smile.

"No, it's nothing." Harry swallowed.

He felt his restless little hands starting to wander, but before he could do anything, Vivi's arm pulled his neck forward.

It's very soft, very fragrant, and very sweet.

Vivi leaned forward and landed perfectly in Harry's hand.

For a moment, Harry felt like Sir Hillary Clinton, who was scaling Mount Everest, measuring the mountain.

Just when everyone thought things would continue, Vivi gently nudged Harry.

Lip points.

Harry looked at Vivi in ​​confusion, only to find her eyes sparkling.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Vivi whispered in his ear, "Sister will take you to do more interesting things."

What's even more interesting?

Harry immediately became interested. What could be more interesting than a kiss?

"What do you mean?" He was still speaking from Vivi's conscience.

"you guess?"

Vivi reached out and pushed Harry down onto the bed, then leaned over and pinned him down.

The two stared at each other, and Harry felt his breathing become increasingly rapid.

Moonlight streamed through the window onto Vivi, bathing her delicate skin in a divine glow.

From this perspective, Harry felt that Vivi was like the goddess of the moon.

He subconsciously placed his hands on Vivi's legs as she straddled him, feeling their softness, smoothness, and youthful elasticity.

Just as Vivi was pushing Harry's shirt up, a shout suddenly came from outside.

"Harry! Harry!"

Vivi quickly got off Harry and, almost in the blink of an eye, changed into the formal attire she had worn during the day.

The curtain was suddenly lifted, revealing Hermione.

She saw Harry lying on the bed, his clothes disheveled, and Vivi lying beside him.

For a moment, she felt as if she had grasped something, but the urgent situation prevented her from thinking about it.

"Get up quickly!" she shouted anxiously. "There's an emergency! Something terrible seems to have happened! You need to... you need to come with Vivi and leave with us! It's very dangerous here!"

After saying that, she ran out.

Danger?

Harry scratched his head, glanced back at Vivi, and found that Vivi had a smile on her face.

The biggest danger is right next to me, okay?!
He knew, of course, that when Vivi made that expression, it meant she was extremely angry.

Vivi was naturally angry. The atmosphere had been built up to this point, and Cassandra wasn't there either. The opportunity she had finally gotten had been ruined...

She really wanted to kill something. When they came out of the tent, they found a crowd of people running out of the camp.

"Stay close to us."

After Harry came out, Sirius said to the children, "The situation outside is a bit tense. I need you to stay close to us and walk out together—that way we can look out for each other."

"Is there anything we can do?" Bill asked.

“No need. Just stay close to us,” Mrs. Weasley said sternly. “The Aurors will handle things outside. What we need to do is not cause trouble and get home quickly—”

They obeyed the orders and hurriedly rushed out of the tent.

By the light of the few still-burning fires, people could still be seen running into the woods, as if fleeing something moving toward them from the camp.

The thing was flashing strangely and making a sound like a gunshot.

Loud jeers, maniacal laughter, and drunken shouts all moved toward them.

Then, a cold, sharp shout echoed throughout the entire camp.

"Mosmodre (Reappearance of Bones)!"

"quack!"

Accompanying the cold, sharp incantation was a comical quacking sound from a duck.

The scene suddenly became extremely awkward, and the Weasley twins, who were running around, suddenly burst out laughing.

"Is this your wand?" Ron quickly noticed the blind spot.

"Oh, little Ronnie."

The Weasley twins glanced at their mother, Mrs. Weasley, who clearly hadn't noticed what Ron was saying.

“What nonsense are you talking about? This has nothing to do with us—if Mom doesn’t know, then I’ll tell you, this is ours.”

"Then how did your things end up in—" Ron paused to gather his thoughts, and after making sure his mother wasn't looking, asked again, "How did they end up in the hands of those guys? I mean, they don't sound like good people."

“Yes, thanks to Harry,” Fred said with a chuckle. “If it weren’t for him, our wands would be unsellable.”

“Our wands aren’t selling! Help us!” George said, winking at us.

Atkins!

The roar echoed through the camp once more, accompanied by a chorus of squeaking sounds.

"Looks like these guys' stirred up a hornet's nest." Sirius Black couldn't resist teasing, "These Death Eaters are really getting more and more outrageous—but you can tell, since their masters are practically glued to the back of other people's heads, and they're even pretending to be women to fool naive boys..."

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the side, which startled everyone.

Vivi cast a spell, and a sharp cry rang out from the bushes.

It was a female house-elf struggling to emerge from the bushes.

Her movements were very strange, and seemed particularly strenuous, as if an unseen person was pulling her back.

"Wicked wizards are everywhere!" she screamed frantically as she leaned forward to run. "They're high—high up up there! Sparkle has to run away!"

She gasped and screamed, struggling against the force binding her, and burrowed into the bushes on the other side of the path.

“I can tell her name is Sparkle.” Vivi calmly looked around. “I think she’s going against her master’s decision, so… what’s driving her? Harry, tell me!”

"Me?" Ha pointed to himself. "Could it be that I know the owner of this house-elf?"

“That’s not necessarily true,” Vivi said calmly. “Perhaps we’ve met this person before—”

“I think we need to find out whose house-elf it is!” Sirius immediately understood: “Twinkle… well, families that own house-elves are not common in England. I think we can narrow down our search further.”

Vivi glanced back at Hermione, but Hermione didn't seem inclined to say anything.

It seems she didn't develop a saintly heart when she shouldn't have—it must be admitted that Kreacher's education was very effective.

"We should go back quickly."

Mr. Weasley clearly didn't want to stay here for even a second longer, especially since his whole family was here.

This is understandable, since if something happens, his whole family will be implicated.

That's not worth it. Even the most responsible person shouldn't risk their entire family's life, let alone force them to do so.

Soon, they reached the edge of the forest.

“Let’s wait here for a while,” Sirius said. “Don’t be nervous, everyone. I’ve already contacted the carriages, and they’ll be here soon.”

Just as Mr. Weasley was about to say something, a rustling sound suddenly came from the forest.

It's as if someone is struggling to break free from it.

“Who’s there!” Mr. Weasley raised his wand and pointed it into the dark woods.

no answer.

Sirius Black also raised his wand and cautiously pointed it into the forest.

It was pitch black all around, and he couldn't see anything beyond a short distance, but he could sense that someone was standing just outside his line of sight.

"Who's there?" he asked.

Then, without any warning, a voice suddenly broke the silence.

The sound was unlike any other they had heard in the woods; it wasn't a tense shout, but rather like a spell.

"Mosmodre (Reappearance of Bones)!"

Then, a huge, shimmering green thing emerged from the darkness.

It leaped to the treetop and flew into the air.

"What is this—" Ron said nervously, jumping up and staring at the thing that had just appeared.

It was an enormous skull, composed of countless emerald green star-like things, with a large python emerging from its mouth like a tongue.

As they watched, the skull rose higher and higher, emitting a dazzling light in a cloud of green smoke, which looked like a new constellation against the black night sky.

“The Dark Mark!” Harry said, frowning.

He had seen this mark when he was in first grade.

The effeminate version of Voldemort once secretly planted this thing in Draco.

"You recognize this?" Sirius asked anxiously, his heart pounding.

“Oh, I’ve seen it.” Harry shrugged. “I saw Draco have one of these during the summer after our first year—but I banished it.”

"What is this thing?" Ron exclaimed, "I've never seen anything like it before!"

"This is the mark of the mysterious man; he will plant it on his most loyal servants."

Mr. Weasley looked up at the sky and sighed, "Now I know why Lucius would go to such lengths to be on good terms with you—you saved his child."

(End of this chapter)