Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 267 Never Use the Unforgivable Curse on a Fire Dragon

Did the German and Austrian Ministries of Magic merge?
This was such earth-shattering news that Mr. Crouch was so shocked that he dropped his wand.

In fact, it wasn't just Mr. Crouch who was shocked; even Harry instinctively squeezed Papiyas's hand, making her groan softly.

“You pinched me too hard…” Papi said, looking aggrieved.

“Sorry, I’m just too shocked,” Harry said dryly, but showed no intention of letting go.

Since it's a mistake, let's just leave it at that.

“I know you’re shocked, but don’t be,” Papby said in a low voice. “Given Vivi’s personality, I think there might be some big news to come, so it’s too early for you to be shocked.”

“That’s true,” Harry nodded, agreeing with Papiyas. “But it looks like Hagrid’s date with Mrs. Maxime is going to be canceled—”

"Why?" Papbi asked curiously.

“After something this big, Mrs. Maxim, as the headmistress of Beauxbatons, certainly won’t act like nothing happened—you see,” Harry said, pointing at Mrs. Maxim. “As everyone knows, Mrs. Maxim is French, so what do you think will happen next?”

"What happened?" Papbi asked blankly.

"Idiot!" Harry reached out and lightly tapped Pappy's drum. "Don't you even think about it? When Germany and Austria merged, besides Poland, who was the most unhappy?"

Papbi suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

"France?"

“By the way,” Harry said with a look of satisfaction, “as a Frenchwoman, this is definitely Mrs. Maxime’s PTSD… How could she possibly remain indifferent after something this big?”

No sooner had she finished speaking than Mrs. Maxim had already hurriedly left.

Hagrid was left standing there alone, at a loss.

“This is a big deal,” Harry said gleefully. “I think the school will be in turmoil tonight. In fact, even the news of the Triwizard Tournament isn’t as big as the merger of Germany and Austria, don’t you think?”

“Isn’t that obvious…” Papbi said softly, “The Triwizard Tournament is just a competition between students, while the unification of Germany and Austria is a major international event.”

Harry chuckled to himself, thinking that the union of Germany and Austria might only be the beginning, not the end.

To Harry's surprise, Hagrid was not disappointed by Mrs. Maxim's departure. After Mr. Crouch left in a hurry, he stood beside Charlie, gazing intently at the dragons in the distance, his eyes clearly showing his desire.

As everyone knows, Hagrid has always dreamed of owning a dragon.

After looking at it for a while, Hagrid finally realized he hadn't forgotten Harry.

“Four in total…” Hagrid said. “So, each warrior has to deal with one, right? What do they have to do—fight the fire dragons?”

“I think we’ll probably just pass by the dragon,” Charlie said. “If things get bad, we’ll rush to its aid and cast an extinguishing spell. They only want the brooding female dragons, I don’t understand why… The lucky ones out of four people who get the Welsh Green Dragon or the Swedish Protein Dragon are the most fortunate, but I can tell you, the ones who get the Hungarian Horned Beetle won’t fare well—it’s just as dangerous behind it as it is in front, you see.”

Charlie pointed to the tail of the Hungarian wood wasp, where rows of long, sharp barbs emerged every few inches, gleaming with a chilling light.

"How is Harry?" Charlie asked again. "I already told Ron in my previous letter, but I think it would be better if he saw it for himself... Dragons are no joke."

“If I were you, I would be worried about the fire dragon.” Hagrid stared intently at the Hungarian wood bee in front of him, repeatedly praising, “She’s so beautiful.”

It's hard not to wonder if he felt the same way when facing Madame Maxim.

Charlie glanced at Hagrid silently, sighed, and said with a heavy heart, "I really hope he'll be safe and sound after facing this danger. I don't dare tell Mom what Harry is going to do in the first project. She's already so worried about him..."

“Don’t worry, Charlie.” Hagrid chuckled and patted Charlie on the shoulder. “Trust Harry. There must be a reason why Dumbledore and the Goblet of Fire chose him to be a champion at Hogwarts. I’ve heard…”

At this point, Hagrid lowered his head, glanced around mysteriously, and whispered to Charlie, "I heard that the Man of Darkness was defeated by Harry."

“That’s no secret, Hagrid,” Charlie said, rolling his eyes.

“No, I’m not talking about the one more than ten years ago,” Hagrid said in a low voice. “You know, in our first year, Vader possessed Professor Quirrell, but Harry thwarted his plot… I also heard in our second year that Harry seemed to have clashed with Vader…”

"Is that so?" Charlie said in surprise. "But Ron has never told me about this before..."

“Perhaps it was for secrecy,” Hagrid shrugged. “Ron was also involved in the first raid on Quirrell, and I heard he made a great contribution, earning Gryffindor fifty points for it.”

“I heard about this from my mother,” Charlie said with a smile. “Mom was overjoyed. She mentioned it to me several times in her letters, and emphasized that Ron was different from those two troublemakers.”

Although no names were mentioned, Harry, who was listening in, Hagrid, and even Papbi, who didn't know much about the Weasleys, all instantly identified the twins.

Who else but those two are troublemakers?

“Those two are a real headache,” Hagrid said with a laugh. “Besides Peeves, they’re the two professors who give the professors the most trouble.”

“It’s the same in our family.” Charlie shook his head helplessly.

Now that Mrs. Maxim had left and the dragon had been seen, Harry felt there was no need to stay any longer.

“Let’s go back,” he whispered to Pappy. “By the way, where’s Newt?”

“Newt should be sleeping. He’s been involved in escorting these dragons here, and it’s exhausted him,” Pappy said softly. “But I think he’ll be back to normal by tomorrow. You know his personality; he’s the kind of person who loves magical creatures to an extreme degree. He’d even want to cuddle a dragon and sleep with it.”

“I really suspect he put a curse on Tina, otherwise why would Tina like him…” Harry said, shrugging.

He was different from others—as a senior from the class of 1887, it was only natural that he would be associated with Dumbledore.

There's nothing I can do; he's a senior at Hogwarts, and that damned seniority...

"You……"

Papi helplessly reached out and punched him.

When the two returned to Hogwarts, the professors were discussing something in the Great Hall, looking as if facing a formidable enemy.

Fortunately, Harry's Disillusionment Charm was quite powerful, and the two of them slowly made their way back to their respective common rooms. Before parting, Pappy wanted to invite Harry to the kitchen for a bite to eat, but Harry declined, as he had to get up early for class the next morning.

He didn't have to attend classes, but he couldn't skip Potions class, otherwise Snape would drive him crazy.

As Dumbledore passed by the entrance to the Great Hall, he gave Harry a meaningful look.

Harry knew, of course, that Dumbledore's deeper meaning wasn't because he had gone to see the dragon, but because he had gone to see the dragon with Pappy.

That's the situation, but the specifics depend on the circumstances.

The next day, after his Potions class, Harry was stopped by someone.

It was Neville. He told him that Professor Moody wanted to see him about something.

Harry wondered to himself why Professor Moody was looking for him, but he still went to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

This wasn't his first time in this office; the last time he came, the professor was Lu Ping.

Lupin was probably Harry's favorite professor, followed by Rozier.

Logically speaking, Professor Quirrell should have liked him quite a bit, but unfortunately, Professor Quirrell didn't like him.

This made him very sad.

Each professor has their own preferences and decorating style. On Moody's desk, there is something that looks like a large, cracked glass spinning top.

Harry recognized it immediately; it was a spyglass, because he had one himself, though it was much smaller than Moody's—a gift from Ron a while back.

On the corner of a small table sat an odd object that looked a bit like a golden television antenna, but it was extremely twisted and made a soft, constant humming sound.

On the wall opposite Harry hung something that looked like a mirror, but it didn't reflect the scene in the room. Instead, it showed many dark figures moving around, but they were all blurry and indistinct.

“You like my Dark Magic Detector, don’t you?” Moody asked, having been scrutinizing Harry closely.

"What's that?" Harry asked, pointing at the twisted golden antenna.

"The spy device. It vibrates when it detects conspiracy and lies... Of course, it's useless here, there's too much interference—students everywhere are making up lies about not doing their homework."

"It's been buzzing nonstop ever since I moved in. I had to break my spycam because it kept honking and screaming. It's so sensitive; it can detect everything within a mile. Of course, it can detect more than just children's games," he said in a hoarse voice.

Harry always felt that Professor Moody was lying to him, but he didn't have any proof.

"So you should know what the first project is, right?" Professor Moody said gruffly, wiggling his lame leg. "You should know, the dragon, right?"

Moody was very pleased to see Harry nod.

“Okay, but I must remind you, never use that Killing Curse on a dragon. I know you’re very good at it, but don’t do anything foolish.” Moody said again, “Young wizards your age are all ignorant and reckless. I’m warning you, never use this spell in front of everyone, understand?”

Harry thought to himself, "I'm not stupid enough to use the Unforgivable Curse in public, am I?"

“I understand, Professor,” he nodded.

"Good to know," Professor Moody thought for a moment, then said again, "The first project is definitely not to have you defeat a fire dragon. That's too far-fetched for you students. But I think there must be some clever way. So I'm going to ask you, what are you best at?"

"I'm good at the Unforgivable Curse," he thought.

But he still said, "Quidditch, Professor, I'm good at Quidditch—you know, my godfather bought me a Firebolt last year."

“Alright, Quidditch.” Moody gave him a look of optimism. “What you need to do now is to fully utilize your strengths, understand?”

“I understand, Professor.” Harry scratched his head, not understanding why Professor Moody would tell him this.

Curious as he was, he didn't ask any further questions.

“Alright, son.” Moody reached out and patted Harry on the shoulder. “I also have to teach you a spell—the Summoning Charm. Ever heard of it? If I remember correctly, Felius will teach it to the fourth-year students next term.”

“I’ve heard, Professor,” Harry said, trying to sound like an ordinary student.

"Okay, I'll teach you how to use this spell. Come on... watch carefully..."

……

Half an hour later, Harry left Professor Moody's office.

He scratched his head, unable to understand why Professor Moody would help him, so he decided not to think about it.

Perhaps it was for Hogwarts, for England? He knew Professor Moody was an old Auror.

When they returned to the common room that evening, Hermione and Ron surrounded them, with Neville following behind.

"I heard from Neville that Professor Moody asked you to come to his office?" Hermione asked curiously.

“Yes.” Harry sat in his chair, crossed his legs, and spread his hands. “He told me some things about the Triwizard Tournament. I don’t know why he helped me, but I still have to thank him for his kindness.”

“He’s an old Auror,” Ron said with a grin. “Dad and he are good friends. They’ve worked together for many years. I’ve heard that Dumbledore trusts him a lot. Maybe this is Dumbledore’s doing?”

"Really?" Neville scratched his head. "Would Dumbledore be that kind of person? To have someone inform the warriors in advance what the first competition is?"

“I don’t think I told you, but last night Papbi and I went to the camp, the one Charlie’s at. It was full of…”

At this point, Harry looked around to make sure no one was nearby, then whispered, "There are several dragons inside... I saw Madam Maxime there. Do you think she'd keep quiet about it from the Beauxbatons' champions? I think Karkaroff definitely has some way of knowing about it too..."

“Now that you mention it…” Hermione nodded knowingly, “So it really was Dumbledore’s doing?”

(End of this chapter)