Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 278 The Unruly Slave and the Master
Since Cassandra was being cooperative, Harry stopped forcing her to dance.

He led Cassandra to their original seats, and Cassandra only let out a barely perceptible sigh of relief after she was seated.

I just couldn't stand up anymore, this little rascal is really...

"Want to dance?"

Vivi's voice came from Harry's left, and Harry then noticed that Vivi and Papiyas had been sitting at the table behind them at some point.

"When did you come?"

Harry stared in astonishment at the two girls, both dressed in elaborate costumes in the style of a hundred years ago.

Compared to Cassandra, Vivi's dress was less Slytherin-esque and more distinctly Austro-Hungarian in style.

On her head, she was wearing a princess's crown belonging to the Austro-Hungarian Empire, silvery white and sparkling.

“We were here a while ago, right when you all went onto the dance floor,” Pappy said with a grin. “We saw everything that just happened, Harry, you’re up to no good!”

"I'm not being honest?"

Harry laughed in exasperation. "Am I not obedient enough?"
If I were really dishonest, I would have already taken all three of you by now, and you wouldn't be here babbling on and on.

“Yes, we all saw it.” Vivi smiled and reached into Cassandra’s arms. “Look at what you’ve done to Cassius! How could you treat a lady like that in public? Doesn’t your conscience hurt?”

“He has no conscience!” Cassandra said angrily. “He just made me call him master.”

"Oh, you two are quite the romantic masters?" Vivi bent down, resting her chin on Cassandra's shoulder. "I never imagined you two could be so witty... You call me master now, but what will you call me later? Brother? Or..."

“Call him Dad,” Pappy chimed in, “Someone as twisted as Harry would definitely love that title—”

"Why don't you just say I call Vivi 'Mom'?" Harry rolled his eyes. "You know, my mom is Vivi's student..."

Vivi didn't say anything, but simply reached out and grabbed Harry's face, pulling it to both sides.

After being lectured, Harry became obedient.

"Let's dance, Vivi." He stood up, rubbing his flushed face as he invited Vivi to dance.

Vivi stood up gracefully and put her hand on Harry's arm.

“Then I’ll borrow your Pat for now,” Vivi said to Cassandra with a smile, then suddenly remembered something and exaggeratedly covered her mouth: “Oh, sorry, I forgot, he’s not your Pat anymore, he’s your master now…”

"Are you trying to kill me, Grindelwald?!" Cassandra cursed angrily, grabbing whatever was at hand and throwing it at Vivi.

Instead, Vivi used ancient magic to pull the fluffy doll away and hit her on the head, knocking her backward. If Papi hadn't caught her, she would have fallen flat on her back to the ground.

Harry stared at Vivi in ​​astonishment; the sisters' playful squabble had somehow escalated into the use of ancient magic…

Should I say you're amazing, or what should I say about you?

“Come on.” Vivi took Harry’s hand and led him to the center of the dance floor. “Let’s dance… Remember the waltz we danced back then? It was in Neumontgarde, when Gale was still around…”

When Gale was mentioned, Dumbledore's dance partner suddenly shuddered.

The two were completely oblivious to this, and continued dancing and chatting about funny things from back then.

“That was a long time ago,” Harry replied with a laugh. “We have to look forward, Vivi—we have plenty of time to dance together…”

At this point, he leaned close to Vivi's ear and said, "You should know that I absorbed the energy of the Philosopher's Stone, so theoretically I have a long lifespan left—and I can also transfer my life energy to you..."

“Live like the Lemaîtres?” Vivi curled her lips. “I’d rather die in the vibrant summer than linger in the withered winter.”

Women...

“Oh, not quite,” Harry said softly. “Vitality, well, it can also make you never age…”

Vivi seemed to understand Harry's unspoken meaning. She looked at him with a half-smile and asked, "So I understand what you mean, and from now on I can only rely on you, right?"

"Look at what you're saying." Harry pinched Vivi's waist and whispered in her ear, "Isn't what's mine yours? Whenever you need it, I definitely won't hide it from you, right, Vivi?"

"Hmph." Vivi gave a satisfied hum and said softly, "Did you get Cassandra's Christmas present...?"

“Not yet,” Harry replied. “But she said she’s preparing it and will make it up to me sooner or later.”

Vivi didn't say anything; she knew exactly what Cassandra's Christmas present meant.

If she hadn't returned to Hogwarts, then this Christmas gift plan would definitely have succeeded.

Looks like I came back at the worst possible time...

Despite her thoughts, Vivi didn't feel at all that her return was ill-timed.

“Look at Dumbledore’s dance partner,” Harry whispered to Vivi. “I must say, this is the first time I’ve ever seen a dance partner like this… who looks so old and can’t even dance?”

Gellert, dressed as a woman, suddenly shuddered as she nestled in Dumbledore's arms.

No, you fucking idiot?

Can't you please focus your attention on the beautiful young woman in front of you? What the hell is the point of staring at an old woman like me?
Is it that my sister isn't appealing anymore, or is there something wrong with you?
Vivi turned her head and glanced at Gellert.

Upon closer inspection, Vivi suddenly felt that this person was very familiar.

She searched her memory, but she didn't seem to know many women of that age, and the one in front of her was clearly not one of them.

So who could it be?

Or is it just an illusion?

But Harry's restless hands drew her attention back.

"Your hands are still wandering around?" Vivi asked with a light smile. "Looks like you weren't quite satisfied this afternoon, were you?"

“I’m used to it,” Harry said sheepishly. “Just casually… What are your plans for tonight? Are you going back to Austria after the ball? Or are you staying at Hogwarts a little longer?”

“The original plan was to go back after the ball, but it seems that Cassandra doesn’t intend to give you the Christmas present after the ball.” Vivi said with a smile, “So, I’ve decided to wait a few days before leaving. Anyway, I can finish my work at the Ministry of Magic here, and as for those trivial matters… Farley will take care of them for me.”

“Farley?” Harry racked his brains before remembering who Vivi was talking about. “Are you talking about Gemma Farley, the former Slytherin prefect?”

“It seems you still remember her.” Vivi said leisurely. “That makes sense, after all, you two dueled in the first year, so it’s normal for you to remember her… Yes, it’s her. I should say that as expected of a Slytherin prefect, I still value her abilities.”

“Besides Miss Farley?” Harry asked again. “How many other people did you take with you from Hogwarts?”

“Four, I guess,” Vivi said with a smile. “You know the characteristics of Slytherins. They are ambitious and well-suited to develop within the Ministry of Magic, especially in an environment like old Europe, which suits their personality.”

Although he didn't quite agree with using the academy to categorize traits, Harry had to admit that there was some truth to it.

The Hogwarts Sorting Ceremony goes like this: first, hats are put on, then the students are assigned to classes.

After the dance ended, Vivi released Harry.

“Go and invite Papi to dance too,” Vivi said. “She’s been waiting for a long time.”

Vivi's tone was complicated when she said this, but Harry didn't understand the implied meaning.

“Okay.” Harry put Vivi back to the two girls and then said to Papbi, “Papbi, Papbi?” Papbi suddenly looked up, with a cute little bubble on her nose.

"Oh, I fell asleep!" Papi said proudly. "Sorry, I was a little sleepy just now..."

"Want to dance?" Harry held out his hand.

“Okay!” Papiyas stood up and placed his hand in Harry’s hand.

Harry noticed that when Vivi sat back down, she seemed to be talking to Cassandra, her eyes fixed on the dance floor.

Harry was relieved that the gaze wasn't directed at him. Although Vivi was the 1.0 version of the European jealous king, he had been allowed to dance with Papiyas. Vivi wasn't the kind of person to go back on her word, so she wouldn't get angry about it.

He noticed that Vivi's gaze was directed at Dumbledore beside her.

"Have you noticed..." Harry whispered to Papiyas, "that Vivi's gaze is a little unfriendly?"

"Huh?" Papi suddenly stood up straight. "No way? Could it be that she's angry because we danced? Waaah, please don't..."

“No,” Harry said softly, “it’s not because of that. She approved of our dancing… I don’t think she was looking at us, but at Dumbledore.”

"Huh?" Papiyas breathed a sigh of relief. "Dumbledore? What's she looking at Dumbledore for? Didn't she already let bygones be bygones? Or is there something I don't know?"

As she spoke, Papi's face was full of gossip.

Gossip is human nature, and even Hufflepuffs like Pappy are not immune to it.

“We just realized that Dumbledore’s dance partner looks familiar,” Harry whispered to Pappy. “Don’t you ever feel that way? Someone who looks so familiar, but you can’t quite place them?”

Pappy tiptoed over Harry's shoulder, peeking out half of her cute little head.

"Hey!" Pappy patted Harry on the shoulder and said excitedly, "She does look familiar... but I can't remember who she is... Could it be that she's been hit by a Confusion Charm?"

“Not necessarily,” Harry said, shaking his head. “If that’s the case, we might not be able to see her.”

“What’s going on?” Papiyas thought for a moment and said again, “Let’s both move over there, I’ll sniff around and see who it is…”

Smell it! Who is it?

No, are you a dog?
Seemingly sensing Harry's question, Papiyas said sheepishly, "Unicorns have an extremely keen sense of magic. Since regaining my human form, I can use unicorn abilities in human form too..."

Oh, so that's how it is.

Harry then led Papbi over.

As Harry approached, he greeted Dumbledore.

"Merry Christmas, Professor Dumbledore."

“You’re happy too, Harry,” Dumbledore replied with a smile.

Papiyas politely stepped forward and said, "Hello, Professor Dumbledore, Merry Christmas."

After Dumbledore returned the greeting, Papby led Harry aside.

"How is it?" Harry asked, seeing Papiyas's expression of having discovered something big, he knew she seemed to have caught wind of something.

“Guess who it is?” Papby exclaimed excitedly. “It’s Assistant Gail… oh no, it’s Gellert, Gellert Grindelwald! Their magic smells exactly the same. I’m absolutely certain that person is Gellert Grindelwald…”

Harry:?
"..."

He was silent.

Even if you beat him to death, he would never have imagined it.

That old woman was actually Gellert Grindelwald?

"what happened?"

Seeing Harry deep in thought, Papby tentatively asked.

"Quiet!" Harry rubbed his eyelids. "I'm thinking..."

Oh, thinking...

It's definitely worth thinking about; Papi also feels it's a bit mind-blowing.

No, this old man is actually willing to dress up as a woman and attend the Christmas ball at Hogwarts for his lover.

Is this a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality?

“I think we need to talk to Vivi about this,” Papiyas said seriously. “At least Vivi should know, don’t you think, Harry?”

"Why does Vivi need to know... Oh!"

Harry was halfway through his sentence when he noticed the 'watching the drama unfold' glint in Pappy's eyes.

Yes, Vivi needs to know about this!
Her brother, Gellert Grindelwald, actually did this at Hogwarts!

This is absolutely disgraceful!

The impact is extremely bad!

"go!"

The two stopped dancing, their eyes burning with a fierce thirst for gossip.

Seeing the two of them walk off the dance floor, Cassandra asked curiously, "Why did you stop dancing? The music has only just started, hasn't it?"

“We’ve discovered something big!” Harry said seriously, glancing around before asking, “Where’s Vivi?”

“Oh, Vivi just went out to take a call,” Cassandra said, then asked curiously, “What big thing did you discover?”

Papbi quickly moved closer and pressed his arm against Cassandra's right arm, then waved to Harry.

"Harry, quick, tell her!"

Harry, sitting to Cassandra's left, cleared his throat and said, "Now take a look at Professor Dumbledore, and then at his dance partner."

Cassandra glanced at it, nodded, and said, "Yes, I saw it."

"Guess who it is?" Harry asked mysteriously.

"Who?" Cassandra picked up the pumpkin juice on the table and took a sip.

“Gellert,” Harry whispered, “Gellert Grindelwald.”

"puff--"

Cassandra couldn't hold back and sprayed pumpkin juice all over Harry's face.

(End of this chapter)