Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 266 The Union of Germany and Austria
The first event of the Triwizard Tournament will not begin until after Halloween.

In Dumbledore's words, the first project is mysterious and requires some special items, which are currently being transported.

Harry wasn't curious; he intended to maintain a bit of mystery so he could surprise the player during the match.

During a Potions class before Halloween, Snape assigned them to work together to process pickled rat heads.

“I don’t think Harry’s first project is any harder than the job Snape gave us,” Ron murmured after class. “I’d rather fight a dragon with my bare hands than deal with rat heads in his dark little cellar.”

"I think so."

Hermione's voice and a greasy, slurred voice rang out at the same time.

Ron turned around in alarm, and sure enough, there stood Snape smiling behind him.

"professor……"

Young man, stand at attention. You're from Ron.

"It seems you really like dragons, Weasley," Snape said sinisterly. "Perhaps I can ask Dumbledore to transfer you to Romania so you can raise dragons with another Weasley?"

At this point, Snape twitched his lips.

"Gryffindor -5 points deducted."

He didn't offer much explanation; he simply said, "I deduct points, that's all. There's no need to explain why."

After Snape left, Hermione breathed a long sigh of relief, as if she had just emerged from the depths of hell.

“Ron!” she whispered, “Have you forgotten? You have causality! How dare you say such things in public!”

“I forgot,” Ron said, his face contorted with regret.

The Saturday before Halloween, they were granted permission to travel to Hogsmeade.

“It would be good for him to get away for a while,” Ron said. “Harry is about to participate in his first project, and I think we should go with him to clear his head.”

“But Harry is now…” Hermione turned around and glanced at Harry, who was being chased by the crowd, “The situation is not good. I believe that if he gets to Hogsmeade, he will definitely be chased by the enthusiastic students.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a crazed Ravenclaw senior pounced on him and gave Harry a hard kiss on the cheek.

"Hey!" Harry yelled, a hickey on his face that was quite noticeable.

The other girls followed suit, rushing over to kiss Harry's little face and fair neck.

After a while, Harry finally managed to shake them off.

His glasses were broken and hung limply, and his robe was torn into long strips, making him look extremely miserable.

He didn't look like a Hogwarts student; he looked more like a survivor who had fought his way out of a horde of zombies.

“That was horrible, woman,” Harry said, still shaken.

“I think you’re enjoying yourself,” Hermione said, frowning. “With your abilities, you would have run away long ago if you could.”

"I was just worried about hurting my classmates," Harry said, beginning to clean his glasses and clothes.

But Ron suddenly spoke, making Harry's heart skip a beat.

“I don’t think that’s the scariest thing,” Ron Ree commented. “The scariest thing is what you say when you see Miss Grindelwald on your phone at night.”

What a great question! Harry was stunned.

Yes, if Vivi finds out tonight that he was caught and kissed passionately by a Ravenclaw woman...

Perhaps Vivi's anger will purify everything?

But just then, Ron’s owl, Juliet, flew in.

This owl was bought for Ron by Mrs. Weasley after Peter Pettigrew was captured.

To avoid Ron constantly thinking about Scabbers, or rather, to use the owl's ability to catch mice to keep Ron away from mice.

"piggy?"

Ron reached out and took the letter Zhu Weiqiong handed him. After opening it, his face turned pale.

"Oh my god... Merlin's pantyhose... Merlin, holy Jesus..."

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked with concern.

“This is a letter from Charlie!” Ron said in a low voice. He looked up warily around, then looked down again and said, “Charlie says he’s coming to Hogwarts from Romania!”

"What's wrong with that?" Hermione asked, puzzled. "Didn't you already see each other during the summer vacation? Why are you still so excited?"

"He told me! The first project is related to dragons!" Ron said, his face pale. "Dragons! My Merlin robes! He said it was no joke, because he brought several kinds of dragons: the Chinese Fireball Dragon, the Welsh Green Dragon, the Swedish Short-nosed Dragon, and the Hungarian Wood Beetle!"

"How could this be!" Hermione quickly pulled them to a corner, and after confirming that no one was around, she scratched her head and asked, "The first challenge is going to involve a dragon? I really don't know what the Triwizard Tournament is all about. Are we going to have the warriors defeat a dragon? That's practically suicidal!"

“Not necessarily,” Harry suddenly said. “I think the competition is only related to dragons, and it’s unlikely that the warriors will actually defeat a dragon—you know, even elite Aurors can’t do that!”

“There are other possibilities,” Hermione said worriedly.

Because of the dragon incident, Hermione didn't make any plans to go to Hogsmeade, but instead spent all her time in the library looking for books about dragons.

She compiled a table listing the various habits of different fire dragons, as well as their hobbies and weaknesses.

"We must learn to win with wisdom." These are Hermione's exact words.

Halloween is fast approaching, and this time Hogwarts is not holding a costume party, but instead preparing a sumptuous dinner for everyone.

The professors seemed to have other things to do, and most of them did not attend the dinner.

That evening, Harry was stopped by Pappy.

“Harry.” Papiyas grabbed Harry’s arm and pulled him aside.

Harry let Pappy drag him along, and once they were in a corner, Pappy whispered furtively, "I already know about the first project. It's about dragons. Newt told me, and he's already gone to take care of them—Merlin, he's so happy about it, so many dragons, even Tina went with them..."

“I already know, but thank you anyway.” Harry willingly let Pappy bury him.

He took a deep breath and kissed the girl's rosy cheek.

"Ouch!" Papi cried out, covering her face. "You little rascal!"

“Oh, then I won’t kiss you anymore,” Harry said deliberately. “No way!” Papiyas blurted out, “I just like little rascals…”

"Ha ha ha ha……"

After laughing and joking around for a while, Harry suddenly asked, "Isn't this a bit unfair? You told me about the match beforehand..."

Pappy gave him a pitying look and said, "You're such a fool, Harry... Karkaroff has already arrived at the dragons' temporary base. Do you think Beauxbatons and Durmstrang's warriors don't know all this?"

“That makes sense,” Harry said, suddenly realizing.

“Come on,” Papiyas said to Harry. “I’ll show you.”

They used the Disillusionment Charm to conceal their presence and walked together out of the castle.

As soon as they reached Hagrid's hut, they saw Hagrid seemingly talking to someone.

"There is a situation!"

Harry's gossipy nature kicked in, and he even forgot about watching the dragon with Pappy.

“Oh, isn’t this Mrs. Maxim?” Pappy said with interest beside him. “Looks like they’re going on a date?”

“Follow them and see!” Harry said.

They followed behind the two men, who were so tall that they strode forward with long strides.

In contrast, Papiyas and Harry could only follow along, "doo dio dio".

They walked around the edge of the forbidden forest, crossed the Black Lake, and finally arrived at a makeshift camp.

Harry pricked up his ears; he thought he heard something.

Several men were shouting loudly in front... followed by a deafening, piercing roar.

Hagrid led Mrs. Maxim around a grove of trees and stopped.

Harry grabbed Pappy's hand and quickly followed, standing hand in hand with them—for a brief moment, he thought he saw several campfires with men jumping around them—then he saw the familiar animals.

Fire dragon.

Ah, the dragon! His and Papi's most thrilling adventure was rescuing a dragon from poachers.

Papiyas seemed to recall their shared adventure, and she tightened her grip on Harry's hand.

“Pappy,” Harry said softly, “do you remember?”

“Of course.” Papiyas smiled and reached out to hug Harry.

The girl's body was soft yet voluptuous, and Harry, not being oblivious to her charms, immediately wrapped his arms around her waist.

She wasn't exactly slender; that was only in comparison to Vivi, whose figure was practically inhuman.

“Look at the guy you’re going to be facing,” Papbi said softly.

Harry looked again and saw four ferocious-looking adult fire dragons confined in an area enclosed by thick wooden planks. They stood on their hind legs, roaring and snorting – bursts of flame shot from their open, fanged mouths into the dark night sky. Their necks were held high, their mouths fifty feet off the ground.

A silver-blue dragon with a pair of long, pointed horns was roaring and raging at the wizards on the field; a green dragon with smooth scales was writhing and stomping its feet; a red dragon with strange, thin horns around its face was spewing mushroom-shaped clouds of fire into the air; and finally, a black dragon, more like a dinosaur than the others, was the closest to them.

There were at least thirty wizards on the field, seven or eight of them assigned to each dragon. They tugged at chains, desperately trying to subdue the four dragons; the chains were connected to thick leather straps binding their legs and necks. Harry was completely stunned. He looked up, high above, and saw the black dragon's eyes, its pupils vertical like a cat's, bulging out whether from fear or rage… The black dragon emitted a terrifying sound, a shrill and piercing wail…

"Stay there, Hagrid!" shouted a wizard near the fence, gripping the chain tightly. "They can breathe fire twenty feet away, you know that! I saw this wood wasp breathe fire forty feet!"

“How beautiful!” Hagrid said softly.

"It's no use!" another wizard shouted. "Recite the Stunning Spell, count to three, and recite it all at once!"

Harry saw each dragon tamer draw their wand.

“That’s really crude,” Papbi said in a low voice. “There were clearly better ways.”

Because of the Disillusionment Charm, Harry couldn't see Pappy's form.

He reached up and cupped his hand, as if he had grasped something vital.

However, he did not withdraw his hand. He was very arrogant at the moment, and even squeezed it.

“Not everyone is as affable as you, Papiyas,” Harry said softly. “They can only resort to this stupid method.”

“Mmm.” Papiyas’s voice was barely audible, but Harry knew she must be blushing terribly.

"Collapse!"

At that moment, the wizards shouted in unison, and the Stunning Spell shot into the dark night sky like a rocket, the sparks falling like rain onto the thick, scaly hides of the four dragons—

Harry watched as the nearest dragon stood unsteadily on its hind legs, its mouth agape, emitting a silent roar. The flames in its nostrils suddenly went out, though wisps of smoke still rose—and then, very slowly, it collapsed. The massive, several-ton, black-scaled dragon crashed to the ground.

The earth trembled as a result.

The dragon tamer put down his wand and walked toward the fallen dragons, each one as large as a small mountain.

The dragon tamer quickly tightened the chains, securing them firmly to the iron post, and then used his wand to drive the post deep into the ground.

"Would you like to get a closer look?" Hagrid asked Mrs. Maxim excitedly.

They walked towards the fence together, Harry pulling Pappy's hand as they followed. The wizard who had warned Hagrid not to come near turned around, and Harry recognized him—it was Charlie Weasley.

“How are you, Hagrid?” he asked, panting, as he approached them. “They should be alright now—we gave them sedatives; they were asleep the whole way here. We thought waking them up in the quiet of the night would make them feel better—but, as you can see, they’re not happy, not at all—”

“I’m not happy either,” Harry said in a low voice. “Look at this, such important intelligence, and Hagrid’s first thought is Mrs. Maxime. Isn’t that aiding the enemy? No, this is more than just aiding the enemy!”

Pappy chuckled, reaching out to gently stroke Harry's chest without saying a word, just continuing to stroke him.

"Mr. Crouch! Mr. Crouch!"

An anxious voice came from behind him, and Harry looked in the direction of the voice to see an official from the Ministry of Magic.

She was calling for Mr. Crouch, who was talking to the camp leader.

Mr. Crouch emerged from the tent, his expression grave, and asked, "What's wrong? Have you found Bertha?"

"No!" the official gasped. "News just came from the Ministry of Magic: the Austrian Ministry of Magic has announced its merger with the German Ministry of Magic!"

(End of this chapter)