Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 274 The Canary Cookie Battle!
Despite the professors assigning a lot of homework to fourth-grade students during the holidays, after the semester ended, no one had the energy to do any homework.

Of course, this excludes the papers Professor Snape assigned to his students. His eccentricities were known throughout the entire school... Well, not the entire school, but at least the students of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang had witnessed just how feared he was by the most terrifying professor in Hogwarts' history.

Snape was not ashamed of this; on the contrary, he felt that being feared by the students of the other two magic schools was a very gratifying thing.

The number of people in the Gryffindor Tower was almost the same as before the holiday, and the tower seemed to have shrunk because the people living inside were much noisier than usual.

Everyone in the common room was busy releasing excess energy from their holiday and had no time to observe what others were doing, let alone pay attention to anything else.

Ron was obsessed with his exploding cards, but after being scolded by Hermione, he stopped playing them altogether.

The field of the Magical Creatures Protection Class was still covered with a thick layer of snow, and fine water droplets condensed on the windows of the greenhouse.

Explosions could be heard from time to time at the fish farm, occasionally mixed with Hagrid's exclamations and Newt's praise—a compliment on the impressive growth of the blasting snails.

Even in winter, you can still smell the strong and unique stench of the fried whelks when you pass by there.

Therefore, the students of Hogwarts listed the Magical Creatures Protection Base as a place that should never be approached, lest they feel like throwing up their leftovers the day before—even if those leftovers were almost in their small intestines.

Nobody likes whelks because they are not only grumpy, but they also smell bad and look particularly unattractive.

Although the Cthulhu Mythos is not very popular at Hogwarts now, some people are still willing to use Cthulhu to describe them, and Hagrid will take this adjective as a compliment.

"We have cultivated the Great Old Ones." After learning what Cthulhu was, he boasted to Mrs. Maxim with pride, even though she didn't understand what he meant.

However, Hagrid knew what was important and did not take Mrs. Maxim to see the Bombtail.

Fred and George's canary cookies sold very well. Even though Miss Malfoy had monopolized the entire supply, the two of them were very resourceful and managed to replenish the depleted stock.

In the first day or two of the holiday, people would suddenly grow feathers all over their bodies.

However, the Gryffindor students soon learned their lesson and became very wary of the food handed to them, lest there was a canary biscuit hidden in it.

George told Harry with great trust that he and Fred were developing another new product.

Harry warned himself that he should never accept anything from Fred and George again, not even a potato chip.

Fortunately, all of this is confined to the Gryffindor common room, so the professors are unaware of it yet, and Gryffindor will not become Gryffindor for the time being.

Fred and George handled this part quite well.

It wasn't just the Gryffindor students playing with canary cookies; Cassandra was also preparing her wicked little plan.

Of course, it wasn't exactly evil, since it was just giving Vivi a cookie.

“I still don’t recommend you do that,” Papby whispered to Cassandra. “If Vivi eats it, she’ll be furious… and if she chases you all over the castle, I won’t stop her.”

In fact, Cassandra was initially undecided about whether or not to make Vivi look bad.

But Papiyas's advice had the opposite effect.

snort!
Grindelwald?

Should I avoid her sharp edge?!

It's holiday time now, so mealtimes aren't as fixed as usual. Students can eat whenever they want, which is very casual and convenient.

However, the British have a tradition of afternoon tea, so Cassandra plans to start with that.

She also spent a lot of money to have the Weasley twins research how to prevent canary cookies from turning people into canaries. The results were pretty good. At least after George tested it on himself, he found that eating canary cookies would no longer turn him into a canary.

This was truly a cause for celebration, and Cassandra felt her chances of success were much higher.

Afternoon tea is a type of dining experience that takes place between lunch and dinner.

In the 17th century, tea was typically drunk after meals to aid digestion.

Beginning around the 18th century, the main meals of the day were postponed to between 7:30 and 8 p.m., and tea began to serve as a stimulant for the long afternoon between a light lunch and dinner.

It gradually evolved into the afternoon tea we know today. A popular theory about the origin of British afternoon tea is that it originated in the Victorian era, with Anna, the Duchess of Deford, often considered the inventor of the traditional English afternoon tea. What began as a personal habit of the Duchess slowly became an important social activity for the upper class.

By the mid-19th century, afternoon tea was no longer confined to the British upper class, but had become a national pastime.

“I’ve never really understood,” Vivi said, sitting in the office—originally intended for Newt, but Newt didn’t like sitting in an office, so it had been left empty.

When the old headmaster, who wanted to please his sister-in-law, learned that she had nowhere to rest, he temporarily gave the classroom to Vivi.

As for the Board of Trustees?
Sorry, Pappy is one of the school board members.

So the matter was settled naturally.

"What don't you understand?" Papiti asked anxiously.

She knew Cassandra's wicked plan, of course, but she was worried about getting covered in blood.

After all, Vivi doesn't know her own strength when she hits someone...

“I don’t understand why the British have this kind of pastime,” Vivi said, gently tapping her glass with her spoon, making a clinking sound. “Is this what they call ‘bourgeois decadence’?”

Generally speaking, noble ladies would not touch their cups directly with a spoon in the name of elegance and etiquette, as this would be considered extremely impolite.

But Vivi... she's a bit like Her Majesty the Queen these days; even if she grabs a wine glass with her bare hands to drink champagne, no one will consider it impolite.

"Can't you even control your appetite, Grindelwald?"

Cassandra snorted, her small hands, clad in white lace gloves, holding a plate filled with cookies.

She placed the plate on the table and reached out to pick up a cookie.

“Try it,” Cassandra said, taking a small bite of the cookie. “It’s pretty good, buttery.”

“I don’t really like cookies,” Vivi said, holding out her hand in refusal. “You should know my preferences, Katie…”

Just then, Harry walked in.

He had completely forgotten about Cassandra buying canary cookies from the Weasley twins. Seeing the cookies on the table, he walked over with a grin and picked up two cookies.

Cassandra slightly raised herself, wanting to stop Harry, but didn't know how to say it.

She was extremely anxious, hoping that nothing unexpected would happen...

To her surprise, Harry didn't rush to eat the cookie. "Oh, there's another cookie?" Harry said, naturally offering one to Vivi's mouth.

If Cassandra had given her the cookie, Vivi definitely wouldn't have eaten it.

But Harry fed her the biscuit, so she reluctantly opened her mouth and put it in, while also licking Harry's fingertips with her little tongue.

Seeing Vivi's little tricks, Cassandra cursed Veela inwardly.

Harry casually popped another cookie into his mouth...

Immediately afterwards, a bunch of golden feathers suddenly appeared on his and Vivi's bodies.

"Hahahaha!" Harry laughed heartily. "These are the Weasley twins' canary cookies, right? They feel quite peculiar..."

He has a high resistance to magic, so he can still speak human language.

"Chirp!"

The sound of a nightingale rang out, and Harry turned his head to see Vivi standing with her hands on her hips, pointing a spear at Cassandra.

She was clearly furious.

Cassandra laughed so hard she nearly fell over, bending over with laughter as she said, "That's a little lesson for you, Grindelwald!"

The magical effect came and went quickly; in no time, all the feathers on the two of them fell off, and they returned to their original state.

It wasn't until this point that Cassandra realized a problem.

She just forgot to take a picture!

Miss Grindelwald's most embarrassing moment was not captured!
"Cassandra Malfoy!"

Vivi's chest heaved violently; she was furious...

She never expected her best friend to pull something like this...

"Don't be angry, don't be angry..." Harry reached out to pat Vivi on the back and said with a smile, "It was just a little joke. Besides, wasn't it me who fed you this cookie? If we're really going to get to the bottom of it, the responsibility still lies with me... Actually, I didn't expect this thing to be the Canary Cookie made by the Weasley twins. Recently, many Gryffindor students have fallen victim to it. I just saw that this Canary Cookie transformation has become contagious, and it has also happened among Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw."

"You're still going to protect her?" Vivi looked at Harry coldly, her eyes clearly filled with murderous intent.

"Oh, it was just a prank. What sisters don't joke around a little?" Harry hugged Vivi, nuzzling his head against her. "Be good, okay? My Vivi is the most forgiving of all..."

"Um……"

Vivi was actually quite angry just now, after all, she had been pranked like that...

But since Cassandra was the one who played the prank, she felt extremely guilty towards her...

"Hmph." She simply turned her head away, refusing to look at Cassandra. "Is that so? You're just going to protect your little girlfriend like this? Well then, looks like I'm an outsider..."

“How could that be?” Harry said, touching Vivi’s conscience. “You’re my beloved Vivi! How can you be an outsider?”

This industrial saccharin is a bit too sweet; at least Cassandra has a disgusted look on her face, while Papiyas next to her is extremely envious.

Harry waved to Cassandra and then to Papiyas, signaling them to come over.

Papiyas ran over excitedly, then noticed that Cassandra hadn't followed, so she ran to Cassandra's side and pulled her over, the two of them pressed against Harry's side.

Cassandra felt a little uncomfortable, but she kept quiet.

"You are all mine..."

Before Harry could finish his heartfelt words, he saw Vivi suddenly leap up and grab Cassandra's groin with both hands.

"Ha, Casey!" she said angrily, "You actually dare to come closer... Hmph... I really didn't expect you to have such audacity..."

"You..." Suddenly caught off guard, Cassandra was furious and ashamed. Her face turned as red as if it were about to bleed, and she desperately pressed her small hands against Vivi's shoulders. "Let go of me! You shameless Veena!"

Cassandra's words made Vivi's smile suddenly turn somewhat sinister.

"I'm a Veela?" she asked with a smirk. "Ha, so in your eyes I'm a Veela..."

"Isn't that right?" Cassandra continued pushing Vivi relentlessly. "Let go of me! A real lady shouldn't do things like that... uh!"

She suddenly went limp like a noodle, completely powerless to resist under Vivi's control.

Vivi's two beautiful eyes shone with an incomparably dazzling violet light, a sight to behold.

"Good children shouldn't watch this."

Pappy watched the sisters' playful fight with great interest, and casually covered Harry's eyes.

“But I’m a bad kid, right?” Harry reached out and brushed Papiyas’s hand away. “I’m a typical bad kid, you should know that, Papiyas…”

"Hey, don't call me that!" Papbi covered her face, her rosy cheeks looking like a ripe apple. "Who's your sister? I think Cassandra is right, you're a shameless little brat."

Before Harry could say anything, he found Papiyas whispering in his ear.

"But, I like it."

Almost an hour later, Vivi finally let Cassandra go, satisfied.

Cassandra sat in the chair, staring blankly at the ceiling, her arms wrapped around her long legs, looking somewhat resigned to her fate.

“Oh, it’s broken,” Papiyas said.

"Heh." Vivi raised her delicate chin and said smugly, "This is what happens when you offend me, you know? From now on, this is the rule of the Potter family... Anyone who dares to challenge my authority, well... that's what Cassandra will end up like, understand?"

"Understood!" Papi nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, afraid that his nods wouldn't be loyal enough and that Vivi would do the same.

"And what about me?" Harry asked, scratching his head.

“You don’t count.” Vivi rolled her eyes playfully. “As the current head of the Potter family, this is your privilege…”

She suddenly leaned close to Harry, drawing circles on his chest with her hand, breathing softly into his ear, and tracing circles on his earlobe with her little tongue.

"Don't you think so, my master?"

(End of this chapter)