Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 305 Lanlock

The Isle of Wight is indeed beautiful, with stunning scenery and a pleasant climate, making it a truly exceptional holiday destination.

Sirius had already spoken to Mr. Granger on the phone, and the excited Mr. Granger expressed his desire to at least spend a proper summer vacation on the Isle of Wight.

"Mr. Granger wants to spend the summer vacation, what do you think?" Sirius asked Harry.

“Whatever,” Harry said nonchalantly. “There are only a few people in the Duel Hut anyway, so we can practice wherever we are.”

Sirius agreed to Mr. Granger's suggestion. He then spoke with Mr. Weasley and Lucius, and after receiving a definite answer, they finalized their holiday plans.

It's clear that Lucius is as calm as a rock and not flustered at all.

Malfoy Manor is now protected by the Fidelity Charm, and Harry is the sworn brother of the sworn brotherhood.

This brings us to Lucius's intelligence; he was certainly much smarter than James.

Choosing Harry as the Secret Service was absolutely the right decision, arguably even better than choosing Dumbledore.

After all, you can't just arrest Harry and torture him, can you?
After spending two days at No. 12 Grimmauld Place, guests arrived at the mansion early on the third day.

The Malfoys remained true to their pure-blooded aristocratic manners, dressed impeccably, as if attending a high-level meeting rather than going on vacation.

The Weasleys, on the other hand, were much more casual, dressed no differently from their everyday clothes.

A woman appeared beside Bill, her silver hair flowing smoothly in the breeze. It was Fleur Delacour, a warrior of Beauxbatons.

A former Warriors player is still a Warrior.

Judging from the way their fingers were intertwined, Harry knew that the two of them were already a couple.

"Bill seems to be quite adept at romance," Harry thought to himself. "No wonder he's a man with Sirius Black's style; he's truly unbeatable when it comes to picking up girls."

Mrs. Weasley seemed somewhat displeased; she appeared to dislike Fleur, but refrained from saying anything out of consideration for her eldest son.

The Granger family arrived last, as Mr. Granger had to drive them there.

When the men get together, they're bound to cause some trouble.

Sirius winked and beckoned a few men to go to the yard to show off his new car. Even inside the house, exclamations of surprise could be heard from the yard every now and then.

It's clear they all really like this one.

Lucius, in particular, knew that Mr. Weasley had made such a Muggle car before, but he had also seen the actual product—the car that Mr. Weasley made was not only cheap, but also a bit old and worn out, which did not fit Lucius's aesthetic at all.

However, the Bentley that Sirius Black designed perfectly suited Lucius's aesthetic.

"How much would it cost to get one of these?" Lucius asked, stroking his chin.

“Ten thousand Galleons,” Sirius said with a smile. He then lowered his voice and added, “This is through official channels. If we were to use unofficial channels, a few dozen Galleons would suffice.”

Lucius, who was already excited when he heard about 10,000 Galleons, became even more agitated when he heard about several dozen Galleons.

"You mean?" Lucius raised an eyebrow, "...using some magical means?"

This is coded language; Lucius, maintaining his composure, could not possibly bring up topics like robbery, and could only speak cryptically.

“Not quite,” Sirius said with a chuckle. “You should know that some of the wizarding potions are highly sought-after in the Muggle world. For example, potions that can cure certain terminal illnesses are simply unavailable in the Muggle world.”

"You mean...?" Lucius was even more excited. He wasn't thinking about cars anymore, but about the road that would make the Malfoy family great again.

"What else can I say?" Sirius shrugged. "Anyway, I think this path is pretty good, at least it has a promising future... But as you know, the wizarding world these days, especially the British wizarding world, is full of old fogies. They don't think about how to make the wizarding world better at all; their minds are full of infighting..."

“I know, you mean Fudge.” Lucius nodded. “I’ve heard that Barty Crouch Sr. has been removed from his position as Director of the International Relations and Cooperation Division and will be replaced by someone else…”

“It’s me,” Mr. Weasley cleared his throat and said, “and the position of Director of the Department for Prohibition of Muggle Misuse is being prepared to be handed over to Sirius Black.”

Lucius leaned back strategically, filled with awe.

Merlin, how should I put it?

It must be admitted that the Ministry of Magic has a truly discerning eye.

They have never made a mistake in choosing the head of the Division for the Prevention of Muggle Material Abuse.

Look at Mr. Weasley, he's a complete madman who abuses Muggle items.

As for Sirius… Lucius couldn’t be sure how crazy this rebellious guy would get when he misused Muggle items.

“So I’ve decided to take these things a long time to think about.” Sirius smiled and looked at Mr. Granger, then at the other two peers. “The Muggle world is a treasure trove waiting to be developed. I believe that the German Ministry of Magic under Miss Grindelwald’s leadership will not be content to keep wizards hidden in the background forever. So… we should also adapt to the times.”

"You mean, let the Muggles know about the wizards?" Lucius frowned.

“No, of course not,” Sirius said with a smile. “We absolutely shouldn’t be the first to stick our necks out, but we can prepare in advance, spread our business among Muggles, and develop our operations. We can’t just stand by and do nothing in the face of future changes, can we?”

“That’s true.” Lucius nodded in agreement. “If that’s the case, then I have no objection—how many Galleons do you need to pay?”

“I think we can discuss this slowly, Lucius,” Sirius said with a chuckle. “We still have plenty of time before our vacation starts. Right now… well, it’s July 4th, and I think our vacation will last until August 31st. We can discuss this in detail before then, can’t we?”

“Okay.” Lucius nodded in approval.

Around afternoon, everyone had arrived, and Papbi brought the Scamander family to number twelve Grimaldo Place.

Cedric came too, and of course, he wasn't the only one.

“Amos!” Mr. Weasley said, laughing as he strode toward the man behind Cedric.

He was a red-faced wizard with a short brown beard, who seemed quite cheerful.

“Let me introduce you all. This is Amos Diggory,” Mr. Weasley said, turning to the group. “He works in the Department of Magical Creatures Control—and this is his son, Cedric. I think you all know him, right?”

“Of course I know him.” Cedric smiled shyly. “Harry and I are very close; we’re both members of the Duel Hut.”

"Good heavens," Amos Diggory's eyes widened instantly as he spotted Harry: "Harry? Harry Potter?"

Harry was used to the surprised reactions people had when they saw him, and he was used to everyone's first glance falling on the lightning bolt scar on his forehead.

“Of course, Ced talked about you,” Amos Diggory said with a smile. “He told me about the Triwizard Tournament, and I told him, ‘Ced, you can tell your grandchildren about this someday. Just say you witnessed the birth of a legend!’”

You know what, Mr. Diggory's words were quite likable; at least everyone had a pretty good impression of him.

“Alright, it’s about time,” Sirius Black said, stepping forward. “I think we should leave now and head to the Isle of Wight—I’ve prepared a Thestral carriage, but it’s encased in an Unseen Stretching Charm, so it’s spacious enough for us all to fit in. Let’s go.” They boarded the Thestral carriage, the interior of which was as spacious as a Hogwarts Express carriage.

It has everything inside, including a bar, dining table, and sofa.

Fred and George cheered and were the first to walk to the sofa, turning back to ask, "Anyone want to play cards? How about something new—something we just learned?"

"Playing cards?" Mr. Granger walked over with a smile and asked, "Is this a game wizards play?"

“No, I learned it from Muggles,” Fred said honestly. “What’s it called… um, blackjack.”

“Oh, I know how to do that,” Mr. Granger said with a smile. “But the adults have some other things to discuss. Perhaps you could play a few more times, what do you say?”

And so it was decided happily: Hermione would temporarily act as the dealer.

"Why me!" Hermione exclaimed angrily. "I was planning to read a book!"

“Silly girl,” Fred and George said in unison, “This is a time for everyone to get together. It’s no fun if you go out and read by yourself. Come on, let’s play some cards together.”

Several adults sat at the bar in the distance, drinking and chatting.

Meanwhile, the children on the sofa were excitedly preparing to start a new game.

“There always has to be a wager,” Fred said. “Let’s think about what to bet on, what do you say?”

"Want to keep the bet?" Ron asked, raising his hand.

“Oh, you don’t have to play, my dear little Ronnie,” George said, rolling his eyes.

Ron didn't want to back down; he actually really wanted to have some fun.

“If you want to play, there has to be a corresponding stake,” Fred said with a grin. “The stake is Nat, how about it? I believe you can afford it. Mom gave you dozens of Galleons as pocket money.”

The Weasleys are living a much better life now, and the Weasleys are spending more lavishly—Ron, for example, gets a full twenty Galleons in allowance for a semester, something he wouldn't have dared to dream of before.

Just two years ago, the Weasleys were very poor; now, they have finally become a well-off family in the wizarding world.

But Mr. Weasley's ideas clearly went beyond that; he also wanted the Weasleys to move up in the social ladder.

As the saying goes, water flows downhill, and people's hearts always want to go higher once they reach a certain level. That's the same principle.

“Come on, let me explain the rules to you briefly,” Fred said. “The goal of the game is to get your hand as close to 21 points as possible, but not more. The game uses 1 to 8 decks of cards. Each player starts with two cards, and the dealer gets two cards, one face up and one face down. K, Q, J, and 10 cards are worth 10 points, A can be worth 1 or 11 points, and other cards are worth their face value. If a player starts with an A and a 10, forming a “Blackjack,” and the dealer doesn’t have the same hand, the player wins 1.5 times the winnings. Players can choose to continue or stop; if they get more than 21 points, they “bust.”

"Do you understand everything?" he asked again.

"Understood," everyone said in unison.

Fred began dealing the cards, giving two cards to each person.

“What do you say?” He looked at Ron, the first one.

“Get the cards,” Ron said.

“No,” Fred said, “normally people don’t say ‘want cards.’ If you want cards, you have to do it this way.”

As he spoke, Fred tapped the table twice with his finger.

"Do you understand?" he asked.

Following Fred's instructions, Ron revealed his cards again, but instead of banging them on the table, he said, "No."

“No, it’s not that I don’t want to.” Fred held out his hand, palm down, and waved it in front of him, instructing him to say, “Like this.”

Ron exclaimed "Ah!" and waved his hand, mimicking Fred's gesture.

“That’s right,” Fred said with a smile, and continued to ask the next person if they wanted cards.

They fought for almost an hour and a half, ultimately ending with Ron emerging victorious.

"No?" Fred was somewhat doubtful. "How can you be so lucky?"

"Guess?" Ron said with a big laugh. He was overjoyed—winning money was always a happy thing, but making his two older brothers question their existence was undoubtedly even more exciting.

Not far away, Bill and Fleur sat peacefully by the window, holding hands and leaning against each other with their eyes closed.

I really don't know what couples in love are thinking. They can stay in this position all day without getting bored.

Harry was lying on the sofa, his head resting on Cassandra's lap, watching everyone play cards, when suddenly a wave of drowsiness washed over him, and his eyelids began to droop.

It must be admitted that Cassandra and Papiyas are quite different.

After all, you can't see Papiyas's face when you're lying on her lap, but you can clearly see Cassandra's little face when you're lying on her lap.

Sometimes this isn't a good thing.

As Harry thought this, drowsiness gradually crept in.

……

"did you find it?"

In his dazed state, Harry thought he heard a voice like that.

It was very familiar; Harry immediately associated it with Voldemort.

"Of course, my Lord."

A sinister voice came from the other side, and Harry looked up to find himself in what seemed to be a cave.

He looked ahead and saw a figure with his back to him, wearing a classic black robe; it was clearly Voldemort.

Before Voldemort lurked a sleeping dragon.