Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 300 The Sensible Cassandra
"So, you're planning to confess your feelings to a lady in this noisy environment?"

Cassandra said this, but her little hands were aimlessly playing with the cutlery on the table.

Logically speaking, a lady would not do such a rude thing, but who told her to be nervous right now?
She was indeed very nervous. Even if she remained outwardly calm, being confessed to by someone she liked in such a situation would be unsettling for even Cassandra.

“Otherwise?” Harry rubbed his nose and asked Cassandra, “Or do you want me to confess my feelings to you in front of all these people during my acceptance speech? Actually, it’s not impossible…”

"Then forget it." Cassandra scoffed. "I'd rather you do it secretly than announce it to the public. You may be shameless, but I still have my pride..."

Cassandra added, "If you dare do that, I'll leave the Great Hall immediately!"

Cassandra was extremely serious when she said this.

Harry assumed Cassandra was just shy and chuckled, changing the subject.

However, Cassandra was thinking of Harry. If it were any other time, it would be fine, but in this situation, with reporters all around and Vivi sitting in the VIP section, what would happen to Vivi if Harry confessed to her in front of so many people?
Although she didn't particularly like the guy with the surname Grindelwald, she couldn't put Harry in a difficult position.

Harry was also thinking that he should indeed find a formal occasion to confirm his relationship with Cassandra.

This occasion is indeed too hasty. As the Godfather once said, women need a sense of ritual. As long as the ritual is maximized, the outcome doesn't really matter.

"The feast is about to begin!" Ron exclaimed. "Look, Dumbledore and the others are coming. I'm suddenly feeling a bit hungry."

“You just ate seven chicken drumsticks for dinner, Ron,” Bill said from the side. “Could you eat less? I don’t want my little brother to go from Ronald to Ronaaaald.”

Ron sniffed. If the twins or Percy had said that, he would have retaliated without hesitation.

The problem is that the person who said those words was the eldest brother.

It is well known that a qualified elder brother has a bloodline advantage over his younger brother.

Mr. Weasley was always busy with work, and Bill was old. When Mrs. Weasley was busy with housework, Bill, as the eldest brother, took care of his younger siblings, so he was highly respected among his brothers and sisters.

Even the Weasley twins, mischievous as they were, dared not openly contradict their older brother when he was giving orders.

What magical world's crest?

“Okay,” Ron said, “but chicken doesn’t make you fat, so I don’t think eating two more chicken legs would be a big problem.”

As he spoke, Dumbledore had already walked to the head table.

The whispers in the auditorium immediately subsided—and this seemed to be contagious, with the whispers growing quieter and quieter until they disappeared completely.

"Welcome, everyone." After the sound in the Great Hall faded away, Dumbledore pressed his wand against his throat and cast an amplification spell.

After all, the Great Hall has now been expanded by mysterious magic, and it is almost as big as a Quidditch pitch.

Without amplification magic, it's impossible to hear what he's saying.

“It is an honor for Hogwarts to have you all gathered here,” Dumbledore continued. “This is an honor for Hogwarts. The perfect conclusion to the Triwizard Tournament would not have been possible without your support. On behalf of all the teachers, students, and staff of Hogwarts, as well as everyone who worked hard in the corners, I would like to express my heartfelt thanks to you all.”

Applause erupted for Dumbledore's impeccable words.

“He didn’t even forget the house-elves…” Hermione rubbed her eyes. “Jesus’ nails! Dumbledore truly lives up to his title as the headmaster of Hogwarts!”

The nails of Jesus?
Harry gave Hermione a strange look. How come this girl had learned some weird words at Hogwarts?
And they even tried to put the shrimp in other places...

When people talk about Merlin's beard or Merlin's socks, there's a story behind it all...

You said something about "Jesus' nails"? Seriously, sister, aren't you a Muggle?

Were those nails Jesus used... his own?

This joke is absolutely horrible.

Jesus: You really are a person who only thinks of yourself.

"Furthermore, on behalf of all the judges of the Triwizard Tournament, I would like to extend my sincerest congratulations to Harry Potter for winning the Triwizard Tournament! Let us all congratulate him on winning this year's Triwizard Tournament!"

Applause erupted again, along with cheers and whistles.

When Dumbledore had waited until everyone had shouted enough, he gestured downwards with his hand and said with a smile, "Well then, I declare the banquet officially open—I'm sure you're all a bit hungry after waiting for these past few hours, so... I won't bother you any longer!"

As Dumbledore clapped his hands, a multitude of delicious dishes appeared before them, a dazzling array of variety.

"This doesn't sound like British cuisine at all," Fleur muttered from a short distance away, having somehow already crept up to Bill's side.

Despite losing the three-way battle, Fu Rong is not actually suffering from internal strife.

She might feel guilty for losing to someone else, but losing to Harry...

Come on, Harry Potter, who is that?

Losing to him is really not shameful, okay?
“Actually, I think so too,” Bill said with a chuckle. “After leaving England, I realized there are so many delicious foods in the world… But after being in Egypt for so long, my taste buds have become a bit desertified… Oh, and they even have Kebab kebab?”

Kebab originates from Arabic and describes a type of roasted meat skewered on an iron rod. The main ingredients are beef, mutton, or chicken.

Its full name should be Doner Kebab, which means rotating grilled meat. The method is to stack the meat on a grill and rotate it to grill. When the outermost layer is cooked and juices are released, the outermost layer is cut off with a special blade, so that the meat inside can be grilled again without any waste.

After all these years away, Bill's favorite dish is still Kebab.

“Then I’ll try some too.” Fleur’s eyes were fixed on Bill. Although they hadn’t known each other for long, Bill’s humor had completely captivated Fleur.

It should be said that Bill is not only handsome, but also has a wealth of experience.

As the saying goes, "Reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles." Since graduating, Bill has traveled extensively and eventually became a spellbreaker in Gringotts, Egypt.

His personal experiences are incomparable to those of students in the ivory tower.

It's only a matter of time before Furong is attracted to him.

"It's the stench of love..." Ron muttered to himself, his voice only audible to Mrs. Weasley and Hermione.

Mrs. Weasley simply smiled; she had long noticed the discord between Hermione and Ron.

Hermione, on the other hand, forked a chicken leg and slammed it heavily onto Ron's plate. The message was clear: nothing can shut you up, you brat!
Ron was actually quite happy, but his habitual tactlessness made him mutter to himself as he picked up the chicken leg.

"Seriously, why are you so fierce, so fierce..."

As a result, He was hit by Hermione's ultimate elbow strike, which made him grunt.

“They have a really good relationship,” Harry said to Cassandra with a smile.

"Really?" Cassandra didn't look up, but she had also seen what had just happened. "It seems you envy them, Harry. Do you want me to give you one too..."

“No, no, Casey,” Harry quickly waved his hand and said in a low voice, “You’re a Malfoy lady, how could you do something so barbaric? Listen to me, you’ve always been very gentle in my heart!”

"Hmph?" Cassandra hummed twice, quite satisfied with Harry's answer.

"You're smart to know what's good for you," she thought to herself, as she casually cut several slices of steak for Harry.

“Where’s Papiyas?” Harry looked up and asked. “I remember she was just with you a moment ago, how come she’s disappeared in the blink of an eye?”

“Oh, she’s with Professor Scamander and his family.” Cassandra pointed to the Scamander family not far away. From Tina to Theseus to Rolf Scamander, they were all sitting at the Hufflepuff table, chatting happily.

Noticing Harry's gaze, Papiyas waved happily at him.

Harry fell silent, not because Papiyas hadn't come with him, but because he felt sorry for Cassandra.

Although Papi traveled through time, she still had her family by her side.

And Cassandra...

Well, while Cassandra is related to Lucius's family by blood, they are not actually very close.

Having experienced the most glorious period of the Malfoy family, how could Cassandra possibly think Lucius was a human being?

It's already a great favor that I haven't openly called Lucius a spendthrift or a good-for-nothing. How dare you expect me to even look at him?

“It’s alright, Casey.” Harry reached out and put his arm around Cassandra’s slender waist, his voice gentle. “You still have me. I’ll always be with you.”

Cassandra's body stiffened, but then softened again.

This Harry...

Sigh, they're always so lovable yet infuriating.

Oh well, it was my choice, my choice...

Cassandra sighed inwardly. It seemed that their lifelong entanglement was destined from their first encounter on the train when they were in first grade.

but……

This guy's sweet talk is getting better and better; I really don't know who he learned it from.

Perhaps, it's that dog godfather?
But Cassandra didn't dislike him; this version of Harry was much better than the taciturn one from before.

She didn't know what she liked about Harry, but... he just looked pleasing to the eye? So she made him her follower, and then she inexplicably fell in love with this guy.

Honestly, sometimes she regretted it. If she hadn't been so awkward, if she could have gotten along well with Harry, would Grindelwald have been able to forcefully interfere in their relationship?

But what she didn't know was that a woman as cunning as Vivi could always find the right angle.

It all started that Christmas when they went to Vienna together, and Harry, the mischievous boy, helped Vivi remove the crown.

Even if the same thing happened again, Cassandra wouldn't regret it.

Well, after all, saving a desperate girl is always a good thing.

Perhaps if Harry and she hadn't been the ray of light that shone into Grindelwald's life, this woman would probably have become a second Gellert through twisted means long ago.

Perhaps it will be an enhanced version of Gellert. By then... with such a terrifying older sister's assistance, the UMNO party might be on its way to Europe.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Cassandra suddenly asked Harry. The boy's hands were restless; after a while on his waist, they moved to his thigh.

“Eat, I’ll eat now,” Harry said with a smile. “Oh, speaking of which, I’m a little hungry too…”

He tapped the table, and immediately his favorite dishes appeared in front of him.

Men's lives are always so simple. As long as there are one or two dishes they like to eat, they will eat them until they are satisfied.

So devoted, so incredibly devoted.

“Harry?” Ron suddenly craned his neck and asked across Hermione, “What are your plans for the holidays? Are you staying at Number Twelve Grimmauld Place the whole time? Or are you planning to go out and relax?”

“No plans yet.” Harry said leisurely, eating the food on his plate. “If nothing unexpected happens, I’ll definitely be going back to number 12 Grimmauld Place. Anyway, I don’t have any plans for the summer vacation… Of course, I might also plan to go to Vienna. I haven’t been there in a long time.”

"How long ago?" Ron asked. "I don't remember you being in Vienna."

“Guess,” Harry said with a chuckle, though he was thinking to himself.

About a hundred years.

"I'm not going to guess anymore." Ron rolled his eyes. "Guessing is too tiring..."

“However, I have a somewhat immature idea,” Harry said again. “It would be better if the members of our Duel Hut got together during the summer vacation… After all, some big things are happening, and I think you all need some intensive training.”

"Oh no!" Ron said weakly, slumped on the table. "Do we still have to train during summer vacation? Merlin's pants... can't I even enjoy my vacation?"

“You have about a week to enjoy your vacation,” Harry said with a smile, “but after a week, you’ll have to pack your things and head out with us on our intensive training journey… I’ll also let the other members know about this. You can pass it on to the Gryffindor students, and I’ll inform Cedric and Draco.”

"Ok."

Now that he heard that there were other people with him, Ron felt it wasn't so hard to accept.

If he were the only one undergoing intensive training and unable to enjoy a vacation, that would be truly unacceptable!
(End of this chapter)