Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 273 You are all my wings
Is a fat man singing?
Harry seemed to vaguely recognize the name; it was Luciano Pavarotti, wasn't it? The excerpt was titled "La donna è mobile."

What does the Godfather mean by this? Is he reminding me that Vivi is also fickle?
It's not impossible...

Harry was conflicted. He had taken his godfather's words to heart, and just as he was about to say something, he realized that his godfather had already hung up the phone.

no……

Forget it.

Since his godfather couldn't offer any sound advice, Harry felt he had to rely on himself.

At worst, I'll just get hit by a few ancient spells, no big deal.

However, to Harry's surprise, Vivi wasn't the only one who came to Hogwarts this time; there was also an uninvited guest.

In the principal's office, two elderly men with gray beards sat facing each other.

“Long time no see, Al.” Gellert winked mischievously at Dumbledore.

“I truly didn’t expect you to come to Hogwarts at this time,” Dumbledore said with a smile. “Did you come with Vivi?”

"Can't I come by myself?" Gellert retorted.

Dumbledore smiled and said to him, "Unless Vivi wants to bring you here, I don't think you can leave Austria—after all, you are still a sinner of Austria to this day."

“What sinner!” Gellert retorted, waving his hands. “It’s just a little hardship. My sister won’t let me be exonerated, so I can only continue to change my appearance…”

“Vivi’s concerns are valid,” Dumbledore nodded. “You stirred up such a storm in Europe back then, and the impact was extremely negative… Being imprisoned in Newmont Gard Castle is already a good ending. I can’t imagine how sad the people you hurt will be when you are declared innocent and released one day—like Theseus and Newt, do you remember? You killed Theseus’s fiancée, Leta Lestrange.”

Upon hearing the name, Gellert rolled his eyes and gagged.

He felt a little disgusted just hearing the name.

That woman was just too abstract; Gellert could never have imagined that she would do that at Père Lachaise Cemetery...

Who gave her the courage?
“I was only acting in self-defense,” Gellert reiterated. “If I wanted to do something to the Scamander brothers, that stupid woman Lestrange couldn’t stop me!”

The two were silent for a moment.

Outsiders might find it hard to believe, but although Gellert is the 1.0 version of the European King of Jealousy, he doesn't necessarily want Newt dead.

You could even say that he spared Newt's life out of respect for Dumbledore, so that Dumbledore wouldn't bother him with this matter when they met.

Dumbledore was well aware of this as well.

“Then,” Dumbledore continued, “I still believe that your sister’s actions were entirely correct and very mature…”

Gellert let out a sneer.

Mature?

That woman?

After serving as Austria's behind-the-scenes Minister of Magic for only a few days, he was eager to push for the unification of Germany and Austria, and even gave the Germans some reasons that they could not refuse.

Gellert didn't think Vivi was mature; in fact, he thought his sister was crazier than he was as her brother.

If Vivi hadn't time-traveled back then, perhaps by now, at least in the magical world, all of Europe would have been completely unified.

“Oh.” Dumbledore didn’t respond to the sneer, but instead asked Gellert, “I forgot to ask, what brings you to Hogwarts this time?”

“Of course,” Gellert said with a smile. “I’m planning to come to the Christmas ball and ask you to dance… What do you think?”

Dumbledore placed his hands on the table, smiled, and replied, "A good suggestion, but please allow me to decline..."

"Why?" Gellert asked, raising an eyebrow.

Although he didn't react much, he's in a pretty bad mood right now.

Being rejected is never a happy thing.

“Personally, I would love to dance with you at the Christmas party, but the problem is…” Dumbledore said with a smile, “Aberforth will also be at the party, and he’ll know exactly who you are… If you don’t want him to ruin your good mood, I think you’ll have to deal with him first…”

"You mean?" Gellert's face broke into a sly grin, "Him..."

As he spoke, Gellert made a gesture on his neck with his index finger.

That clearly meant—get rid of Aberforth!
Dumbledore's face immediately fell, and his gaze toward Gellert carried a hint of displeasure.

“I need to remind you, Gellert!” Dumbledore said sternly, “I’ve already lost a sister, and I don’t want to lose a brother too!”

"Okay, okay, I was just kidding—" Gellert raised his hands, making a standard nipple gesture, "So what do you think I should do?"

As he said this, Gellert was inwardly scoffing.

You lost your sister?
You lost your sister, it wasn't my curse that struck her...

If I hadn't decisively left back then and taken the blame, you would have lived with the shadow of killing your own sister for the rest of your life...

Besides, if that goat boy Aberforth had been more well-behaved and less noisy, would Ariana have suddenly had an ecstasy attack?
“If you don’t mind,” Dumbledore held up a finger, “you can dress up as an old woman…”

Before he could finish speaking, Gellert stood up and slammed both hands on the table.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" he roared. "Al, you're delusional—I would never disguise myself as an old woman! If anyone should be doing makeup, it should be you!"

“I am Gale, the headmaster of Hogwarts,” Dumbledore said with a smile. “I would love to dress differently, but my identity dictates that I can only appear as Dumbledore.”

Upon hearing this, Gellert suddenly slumped down, his arms hanging limply.

“Fine,” he said. “Women’s clothes it is… If I could stay at Hogwarts and attend the Christmas Ball, that wouldn’t be a problem, but you have to keep it a secret!”

"I promise you," Dumbledore said, but he couldn't wait to share the news with Vivi.

Hahaha... This will definitely be the biggest black mark in Gellert's history, unprecedented in all of history. Even the black mark of the Blood Alliance stolen by the Nifflers cannot compare to one ten-thousandth of this.

……

The snowfall outside the castle gradually intensified, with heavy snow falling on the castle and the grounds.

Beauxbatons' light blue carriage looked like a large, frosty pumpkin in winter, and the gingerbread house next to it, sprinkled with icing sugar, was Hagrid's little cabin; the gunwales of Durmstrang's ship were covered with ice, making them smooth and shiny, and the sails were also covered with a layer of white frost.

The house-elves in the kitchen below were busy preparing a variety of hot stews and sweet puddings, while only Fleur Delacour could find an excuse to complain.

“The food at Hogwarts is so greasy,” Ron and Ginny said as they passed through the hallway. “My dress gowns are about to burst!”

“Oh, that’s so tragic,” Ginny said sarcastically as she watched Fleur walk out of the auditorium and into the foyer. “Even though she knows it’s greasy, she still loves to eat it. She just can’t control her mouth, can she?”

Upon hearing this, Ron suppressed a laugh and lowered his head.

"So, who are you planning to go to the ball with?" Ginny looked up and asked. "My dear brother, I don't want to hear that you're going to the ball alone—you know, I've always been one to make fun of people, and I don't hold back. Even if you're my brother, I'll let the whole family know that you're going to the ball all alone..."

“You don’t need to worry about that, Ginny,” Ron said, puffing out his chest and raising his head. “I already have a dance partner, a very, very good one.”

“Oh, it can’t be Hermione, can it?” Ginny wrinkled her nose and shook her head. “Well, besides Hermione being so kind, I really can’t think of anyone else who would go to the Christmas ball with you… It can’t be that Professor McGonagall took pity on you and reluctantly became your dance partner, can it?”

After being teased by his sister, Ron felt a little embarrassed.

What I said before is fine, but what does this last part mean? Does it mean I'm really unwanted?

“That’s outrageous, Ginny!” he said, his face flushed. “How could I possibly be what you’re saying! Merlin… my dance partner is absolutely the prettiest girl! The prettiest girl in Gryffindor!”

Ginny curled her lip in disdain. Everyone knew that the prettiest girl in Gryffindor was Ron's sister, Ginny Weasley.

This is a widely accepted fact, and no one denies it.

Just then, Neville suddenly appeared, his face flushed.

“Jin Jin Jin Jin Jin Jin Ni…” he stammered.

“Oh?” Ginny raised an eyebrow. “Mr. Longbottom, is there something you need?”

“I, I, I want to invite you, um, to be my dance partner, is that alright?” Neville asked very nervously.

He was actually prepared to be rejected outright by Ginny, this lively girl, and to be mercilessly mocked.

However, the expected scolding did not come. The girl in front of him simply tucked her hair behind her ear and said softly, "Why not?"

“So…” Neville asked excitedly, “you’ve agreed?”

“Of course,” Ginny said with a smile, “I can definitely be your dance partner.”

"Hey!" Ron was a little angry, feeling like his own little cabbage had been eaten by a pig. "I'm still here, okay? I'm still here!"

"You're just my brother, not my dance partner, Ronald!" Ginny gave her brother, who was now in a defensive mood, a disdainful look. "It's my freedom to choose who I'm dance partner to—okay, I'm leaving now, you stay here~ Bye~"

With that, she left the Great Hall with several Gryffindor girls, chatting and laughing.

“Hehe…” Neville scratched his head.

Seeing Neville like this, Ron was furious.

But he couldn't say anything, so he could only sigh and walk toward the common room.

"What's wrong with you?"

Hermione, who was reading in the common room, saw Ron walking over listlessly and asked him with concern.

“Don’t even mention it.” Ron waved his hand. “Ginny didn’t believe I could find a dance partner, and she even agreed to be Neville’s partner… Merlin, I feel like someone stole the cabbage I’ve been growing for years.”

Hermione chuckled, amused by Ron's humor.

"Hermione," said Ron, looking sideways at her and frowning suddenly, "your teeth..."

"What's the matter?" said Hermione.

"Oh my god, they're different... I just noticed..."

“They are different, of course—” Hermione said with a smile. “I went to the school hospital and begged Madam Pomfrey to reduce the size of my front teeth…you know, they were so big before, they looked like a chipmunk’s teeth. How could a lady have such big teeth?”

"Mrs. Pomfrey just agreed to that?" Ron asked curiously.

“Actually, Madam Pomfrey didn’t want to agree at first. After all, if she set a precedent for this kind of plastic surgery, it would be difficult for her to refuse other people who came to her later,” Hermione said with a smile. “But I promised that no one except you and Harry would know about this, and I told her that this might be the only chance I’ll ever have to attend a ball in my life… Madam Pomfrey softened and agreed.”

"You really have a knack for this." Ron looked at Hermione with a bit of fascination. After her front teeth were shrunk, the girl seemed more and more beautiful the more he looked at her.

Even the acne on her face seemed to have disappeared; I wonder if it was thanks to Mrs. Pomfrey.

“Mom and Dad won’t be happy. For years, I’ve been trying to persuade them to let me shrink my teeth, but they want me to keep wearing those braces.” Hermione shook her head and laughed. “You know, they’re dentists. They think teeth and magic shouldn’t be linked. Magic is magic, and teeth are teeth. If everything needs magic to help, then what’s the point of having dentists?”

“Oh, that’s true,” Ron agreed. “But sometimes it’s good to be open to new things. I think these things could also be used in Uncle Granger’s dental clinic, wouldn’t you say?”

“He’s very stubborn; when it comes to dentistry, he insists on using Muggle methods,” Hermione shrugged. “But in other areas, he’s always eager to try new things…”

“What else can I say?” Ron spread his hands in response.

Compared to the relaxed atmosphere among the boys and girls at school, the French restaurant in Diagon Alley didn't seem so... well, calm.

Cassandra and Vivi sat in the private room, their eyes meeting, and Harry could practically see sparks fly between them.

It was like the sparks from two spells colliding in mid-air...

“I think we should order now, Vivi,” Harry whispered a reminder.

Vivi then turned her gaze away from Cassandra and looked at the menu spread out in her hand.

After ordering, the waiter left their private room.

“I should say,” Vivi said with a light laugh, “that French cuisine is indeed a gem, at least it can save us from the misfortune of being ravaged by British food, can’t it?”

“Actually, British food can be quite delicious too,” Harry remarked from the side.

"For example?" Vivi asked in return.

"Uh……"

Harry hesitated for a long time, but still couldn't figure out what was delicious.

Fish and chips don't count; this isn't considered a formal dish.

Cassandra wanted to make a sarcastic remark, but considering that Austria is also a culinary powerhouse, she wisely kept quiet.

To speak up would be to invite utter humiliation.

Before long, several appetizers appeared on the table.

Vivi picked up a slice of Parma ham with her knife and fork, placed it on her plate, and looked up to ask, "It's been over a hundred years since we met, hasn't it?" "Uh, seven years?" Harry asked tentatively.

For him, including the time travel and the return journey, he and Vivi had indeed only known each other for seven years.

After all, he met Vivi during his second-grade summer vacation in Austria, and then he traveled back to the present at the beginning of sixth grade... which is indeed seven years.

Vivi put down her knife and fork and glanced at Harry.

“It’s been over a hundred years,” Harry quickly corrected himself.

“From Potter’s perspective, it certainly hasn’t been more than ten years.” Cassandra smirked. “But for this ungrateful guy, I never think there’s any difference between ten years and a hundred years… or rather, if there’s a girl who’s better to him, I think he’ll definitely turn around and leave you, Grindelwald.”

That's pretty blunt. I was so good to Potter back then, but I still couldn't stop him from falling into your arms...

Then you should be prepared that one day he will also fall into someone else's arms.

"oh,"

Vivi casually cut a small piece of Parma ham, elegantly put it in her mouth, chewed it gently, swallowed, and then reached for a napkin to dab her lips a few times.

Then she put down her napkin, looked up and said, "Well, I think that girl who was abandoned before should understand one thing: it's not that Harry was fickle; is it possible that it was a problem with her own character?"

“What’s wrong with her?” Cassandra asked, squinting.

"For example... being arrogant?" Vivi curled her lips. "Always acting like the master, never showing her best side to him, and putting him down more than once... Casey, do you really think a woman like that can find love?"

It wasn't until this point that Harry understood what it meant.

But he didn't say anything, he just kept his head down and ate voraciously.

This Parma ham...it's a real ham!

And this caviar, it's real caviar!
“That’s still better than some people being so despicable.” Cassandra raised her long eyebrows. “Since you know about that girl’s feelings for Potter… then why did you force your way in and take away her servant?”

"What about Harry?" Vivi asked with a mischievous smile.

Cassandra's face suddenly turned red. Although she had avoided the word out of shame, she still couldn't bring herself to say it when Vivi pressed her for it.

“Look, you don’t even know what she means. Do you really expect Harry, that blockhead, to understand?” Vivi continued to press.

Harry looked up abruptly. No, Wood? Are you talking about me? Or Wood? Didn't he already graduate? Did he also go to work at the Austrian Ministry of Magic with Miss Falley from Slytherin?

He wasn't listening to anything we were saying; he was just focused on eating.

Rice is great, this food smells so good...

Cream of mushroom soup, in particular, is the perfect treat to eat while scooping it out with a baguette.

Cassandra fell silent. She was well aware of what she had done back then that had led to the current situation.

It should be said that she was the one who pushed Harry into Vivi's arms. She can't blame anyone else for this; she can only blame herself for being too arrogant.

“Of course.” Vivi picked up her glass, took a sip, and said with a smile, “If she can realize her mistakes and willingly beg me, I can reluctantly take pity on her and accept her as my sister… Of course, she must respect me from now on.”

Harry's hand trembled.

No?

What type of situation is this?
Oh, so Vivi isn't opposed to sharing with Cassandra, but the problem is, Vivi wants to be the boss.

How could the proud Cassandra accept such a condition? A disdainful smirk appeared on her lips.

“She won’t accept defeat willingly, Grindelwald.” Cassandra raised her head, her long, swan-like neck smooth and white. “I believe she should be the queen who makes you bow down to her. What do you think?”

"So you're saying you want to challenge my authority?" Vivi narrowed her eyes.

Interesting, really interesting...

She's stopped acting now and just directly exposed Cassandra's true colors.

"Do you think I'll admit defeat?" Cassandra crossed her arms, still holding her head high. "Or do you think I'll lose?"

“Then we’ll wait and see.” Vivi didn’t dwell on the matter further, but instead looked at Harry. “So… Harry, have you decided to choose Cassandra as your dance partner?”

“Hmm.” Harry reached out and took a cod bone and put it in the bowl. “Actually, I really wanted to invite the three of you to the ball, but unfortunately, each champion can only invite one female companion… so I can only choose Cassandra, since you’re not at school.”

Vivi didn't ask that stupid question, "If I were in school, which one of us would you choose?"

Smart women know how to give men a way out, and they are extremely understanding. Vivi is clearly such a woman.

“However,” Vivi said, “in principle, a warrior can only have one dance partner, but in principle, students under the age of seventeen are also not allowed to participate in the Triwizard Tournament… I think since the rules have already been broken, we might as well break another rule… As the youngest warrior, you can also invite two female partners to the dance at the same time, what do you think?”

These words certainly put Harry in a dilemma.

That makes perfect sense. I was already participating in the top three competition when I was fourteen, so why couldn't I have two female companions?

No, there are three.

Since the decision has already been made to engage in group activities, why not bring Papi along as well?
but……

Harry then discerned another layer of meaning in Vivi's words.

Vivi didn't mind sharing him with Cassandra at all, after all, she felt extremely guilty towards Cassandra.

But Papiyas, um...

“What about Pappy?” Harry asked tentatively.

“Hmm?” Vivi suddenly smiled. “You have two dance partners and you don’t need three? How greedy of you, Harry…”

As a man, Harry had no choice but to bite the bullet.

There's no way around it; if we miss this opportunity, this store will be gone forever.

“After all, Papiyas… well,” Harry scratched his head, “if she hadn’t experienced a hundred years of solitude like you, I wouldn’t have… well, invited her; but now that she’s suffered a hundred years for me… I…”

Vivi sighed.

"If you insist."

She wasn't worried that Papiyas would eventually surpass her and become the leader of the three of them.

Even if you gave her ten times the courage, Papiyas wouldn't dare to do something so recklessly suicidal.

Her position as the most bullied person has been decided; now it's a showdown between Vivi and Cassandra.

It distinguishes between high and low, and also determines who is superior and who is inferior.

Let's see who's really the boss and who's number two.

Seeing Vivi's expression, Harry finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness, at least no one got angry.

For a moment, he really thought he was going to have to take a few hits of ancient magic.

When he turned to look at Cassandra, he realized she was looking at him like he was trash.

"What's wrong, Cass?" Harry asked with concern.

“Ha.” Cassandra turned her head away. “You disgust me, Pott—so you really are the kind of fickle, opportunistic, and easily swayed man…”

“I’m a boy,” Harry said with an adorable grin, changing the subject.

“Heh.” Cassandra didn’t speak, but only gave him a cold laugh.

I thought my dance partner would be unique, but now that Grindelwald has arrived, there are three of us.

Really...

Thinking about this, Cassandra felt somewhat aggrieved.

Seriously, this guy...

"Have something to eat," Vivi said gently. "The main course is served. Try their foie gras, it's very good... and these lamb chops, I must say, even the Austrian court chefs couldn't have made them better."

Cassandra glared at Harry, then at Vivi, but said nothing.

Seeing her like this, Vivi looked down at Harry and asked, "Looks like you couldn't win her over?"

"Take it down?" Harry looked up and asked, puzzled.

“It’s…” Vivi thought for a moment, then whispered in Harry’s ear, “Just like you took me that night, take Cassandra down—”

"No, no, no..." Harry quickly waved his hands, "We haven't even gotten to that point yet, don't make wild guesses, Vivi..."

Vivi pouted and chuckled, saying, "You... don't worry about me. I don't mind what happens between you, Cassandra, and Papiyas, but you can't do it without asking my opinion, understand, Harry?"

Is this the awareness of the empress?
Harry leaned back strategically, filled with awe.

“Or rather…” Vivi glanced at Cassandra, who was eating, and then smiled seductively, whispering in Harry’s ear, “Or do you want me to help you?”

"Help me?" Harry didn't understand what Vivi meant.

Can you help me?

When did Vivi become so magnanimous? Shouldn't she have said, "Do you think Cassandra would mourn for you?" and then finished me off with an ancient spell...?

"Believe me, if you could win her over, I wouldn't have gone to so much trouble to persuade her today..." Vivi smiled faintly, her voice even more alluring, "Or are you really planning to let me help you win over Cassandra? Hmm... if that's the case, you have to promise me compensation..."

Harry, on the other hand, also showed great respect.

Together?
This……

Is there such a good thing? !

The mere thought of Cassandra and Vivi, two vibrant beauties, lying in bed waiting for him made Harry lose his appetite.

After all, he is a sports student; his rich imagination is one aspect, and his physical strength is another.

"Is it really okay?" Harry asked in a low voice, ready to take the plunge.

Even if Vivi were to test him, he would still close his eyes and crawl inside—such an opportunity was extremely rare…

“Oh, right.” Vivi even stuck out her pink little tongue and licked Harry’s ear. “You know, Cass is always a bit two-faced. I can help you… help you break down all her defenses… what do you think?”

"When?" Harry asked quietly.

“Let’s wait until after the ball,” Vivi said with a light laugh. “It’s definitely not possible today, after all, I promised Dumbledore I’d make sure you and Cassandra got back to school safely…”

Harry wanted to ask if adding Pappy would be okay, but considering that such an opportunity was already so rare, asking again would seem greedy, so he held back.

“You are both my wings,” Harry finally said after a long pause. “You are my left wing, and Cassandra is my right wing. We are inseparable…”

"Heh." Vivi reached out and ruffled Harry's hair, whispering in his ear, "Don't worry, I won't go back on my word... After the ball, we'll put our plan into action together!"

“Okay!” Harry nodded expectantly.

The voices grew a little louder, and Cassandra looked up in confusion; she hadn't quite caught what the two were saying.

But her instincts told her something was wrong, as if the two of them were secretly plotting how to deal with her.

If Vivi knew what she was thinking, she would definitely give her a thumbs up.

Yes, we are plotting how to deal with you together, my dear little Katie.

Noticing Cassandra raise her head, Vivi raised her glass and gave her a seductive smile.

“You should use your seductive charm on Poot,” Cassandra said coldly. “He’d like you the way you are, Grindelwald—”

Vivi didn't say anything, she just chuckled.

After dinner, the three of them took a stroll around Diagon Alley, planning to bring back some gifts for their classmates and professors.

Harry chose a Charlie Cannon hat for Ron because that's Ron's favorite team.

Hermione's gift was a set of books containing many fascinating stories and anecdotes from the wizarding world.

After all, Hermione loves these kinds of anecdotes the most. As a typical academic high-achiever, she's like a sponge, eager to absorb any knowledge.

(End of this chapter)