Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 317 What is a surprise?

Zhang Qiu racked his brains but still couldn't figure out what kind of spell he was good at.

However, after thinking for a long time, she still couldn't come up with any spells that she was good at.

"I'm sorry," Zhang Qiu said with a wry smile, "I... really don't know what I'm good at."

“That’s alright, Zhang,” Harry said with a smile. “We can find a spell that suits you as we practice spells.”

"Is that so?" Zhang Qiu asked hesitantly.

“Don’t worry, Qiu.” Cedric stepped forward at the right moment, hugged Zhang Qiu from behind, and said in her ear, “Although we don’t have innate spells, we can make up for it through hard work.”

“That’s true,” Harry agreed. “Like Dumbledore, his specialty was Transfiguration, but we can’t deny his skill in other spells, can we?”

"Dumbledore's specialty is Transfiguration?" Cho Chang asked in astonishment. "I always thought he was a jack-of-all-trades..."

“Oh, no,” Harry said with a chuckle. “In fact, that is the case. Dumbledore’s most proficient spell is Transfiguration—I can vouch for that, and so can Vivi, after all, I once witnessed a duel between Vivi and Dumbledore.”

"Miss Grindelwald, she actually managed to duel with Professor Dumbledore?"

Everyone was stunned by these words.

They only knew that Miss Grindelwald was also highly skilled in spells, but no one thought that she could compete with Dumbledore.

"So who won in the end?" As a fan of Vivi, Hermione was still very concerned about the result.

“Oh, I used a little trick,” Vivi said with a smile. “I won that match by some underhanded means… Of course, Professor Dumbledore was not someone I could have defeated back then.”

"That's amazing!" Hermione's eyes sparkled. "My goodness, Vivi, you actually won your duel against Professor Dumbledore..."

Vivi didn't argue, in fact, both Harry and Vivi could win a duel against Dumbledore.

Especially Harry, who has fully activated the Philosopher's Stone...

Dumbledore: Me?

A duel with Harry?
Oh, my poor old bones still want to eat candy for a few more years.

“Of course, that’s not what you need to focus on right now, Hermione.” Vivi suddenly revealed a mischievous smile. “In the days to come, you won’t be facing each other, nor training dummies, but an arena tailor-made for you…”

"Arena?" The members of the Duel Hut were all taken aback.

No, what?
You didn't tell us about this either?

Harry knew about this, of course. He had heard Vivi talk about it while he was sleeping yesterday. It was Vivi's sudden idea.

However... they'll still need to work a bit harder, going to the Forbidden Forest or other places to find some sparring partners.

"Is it... a dark wizard?" Cedric asked fearfully.

He was a little traumatized, after all, during his last real duel, he was hit squarely by Harry's "Avada Kedavra" card's glow-in-the-dark effect.

For a moment, he really felt like he was dying.

After all, the fluorescent flashing light was so bright green that it could almost be mistaken for the real thing.

"No, they're just some common magical creatures," Vivi said with a smile. "Of course, you'll need to work together to defeat them..."

"Defeat through cooperation?"

Upon hearing that it wasn't a solo victory, everyone's eyes lit up.

Only Cedric felt that it wasn't that simple, at least not as simple as Miss Grindelwald made it out to be.

“Of course, you have a week to prepare. Today…” Harry glanced at the time, “since you’re all arriving today, you should at least experience the local scenery on the Isle of Wight, shouldn’t you?”

"That's wonderful." Cedric breathed a sigh of relief. For some reason, the ominous premonition in his heart grew stronger and stronger.

What kind of work will they give us this time?

Sometimes Cedric would dream of that flashing green light that seemed to come flying through the air.

It's easy to imagine how much psychological trauma this thing caused him.

Do you know how harmful a flashing green fluorescent light can be to a teenager?
However, the others didn't share this awareness; they simply thought it was fantastic to have a few days to have fun.

Ron organized a group of people to go surfing on the beach. Hermione tried to stop him several times, but she held back.

Oh well, it's not a bad thing to take advantage of the holiday and play a little longer.

"So, you've already prepared the troll?"

On the mountaintop not far away, Papiyas watched Ron and his friends playing freely on the beach and asked Vivi without turning his head.

“Oh, we’ve been prepared all along,” Cassandra said. “Look, we have a silly little troll right here with us.”

"Huh? Where is it?" Papi craned her neck to look around.

“Behind you,” Harry sighed. “You should know that this is the nickname Cassandra gave me. At the time, I always thought she was verbally bullying me.”

“Oh, she’s so mean,” Pappy said with a chuckle. “But… I think it’s probably a nickname she gave you, if only you had realized that sooner…”

“That won’t help either.” Vivi lifted her glass full of juice. “Given Cassandra’s arrogant personality, I don’t think she’d accept Harry—or rather, I think she’d say, ‘Oh, it seems you really don’t know yourself, Pott…’”

Upon hearing Vivi's words, Papi chuckled.

“Well, I think that’s what Cassandra would say, don’t I?” she said with a smile.

Cassandra stood there with her arms crossed, gazing at the azure sea, her pretty face covered in frost.

She couldn't quite remain indifferent to her two sisters' verbal teasing, but she could always suppress the urge to retort.

But then again, even if she argued back, she couldn't refute those two people.

“Regarding your question,” Vivi spoke again, “the Ministry of Magic has recently captured quite a few illegally modified trolls, just like the ones we encountered in the wild… I suspect that besides Voldemort, a new evil force is rising.” Cassandra’s little ears perked up at the mention of illegally modified trolls.

"Could it be..." she squinted, "...Lanlock?"

“I don’t know,” Vivi said simply. “We only saw Lanlock fall, but we didn’t have a chance to confirm whether he was dead… because he disappeared with Harry.”

“Of course,” Vivi said again. “I will have someone investigate this matter, so you can rest assured.”

"So we're facing more than just that grotesque Voldemort, right?" Harry asked. "There's also an unknown enemy... So, could these two factions join forces?"

“That’s beyond our knowledge, but Lanlock and Voldemort are essentially the same kind of people,” Vivi said, raising her head. “They foolishly pursued powers that weren’t theirs…”

After spending the afternoon on the mountaintop, Harry returned to the hotel with his three girlfriends.

Vivi returned to Vienna, partly to retrieve the troll, and partly to deal with some backlogged matters.

Meanwhile, Harry and the others, together with Sirius and his friends, marked out a piece of land in the mountains and set up a Muggle exorcism charm to prepare it as a temporary arena.

A week later, Vivi returned to White Isle as promised, and the trials for the young members of the Duel Hut officially began.

"I suggest you prepare accordingly." Sirius Black, who already knew the details of their trial, stood on a makeshift blew-out stand not far away.

Behind him sat the parents of the Duel Hut members, some looking worried, others smiling expectantly—I'm talking about you, Mr. Weasley.

"Don't worry, Sirius," Ron gave two thumbs up, "we've already prepared for the impending danger!"

"Good, very energetic!" Mr. Bagman, who had somehow appeared, began to act as host. "Well then... good, good, let's all gather together to enjoy a wild revelry—they come from Hogwarts, mysterious, dangerous, and a little naive... oh, they're a group of students!"

At this point, Mr. Bagman turned around and nodded to Sirius.

“Now entering the arena,” he said, turning back reassured after seeing Sirius give him a thumbs-up, “is… amazing… magnificent… uh? What’s that?”

Mr. Bagman looked down in astonishment and found that instead of a giant monster emerging from the doorway, a pig was running out.

The pig was shiny with oil, and it looked so tempting that I almost wanted some bacon.

“An greased pig? I’m starting to doubt the professionalism of this trial,” Mr. Bagman exclaimed. “Well then… whoever catches this pig wins the first round!”

The students in the Duel Hut were also astonished as they stared at the little pig running around on the ground. No one knew why the first trial would be this thing.

“I bet Harry is testing our improvisation skills,” Hermione guessed, reaching for her wand and pointing it at the pig: “Accio Pig!”

However, just as the curse was about to reach the pig, a sudden flash of light appeared on the pig's body, and the curse flew past it and went to the side.

It felt like I had actually hit something slippery.

“Looks like this is going to be tough.” Ron pulled out his wand and turned to the others, saying, “Let’s all go together! I refuse to believe we can’t catch this pig!”

Everyone drew their wands, and colorful spells shot towards the pig.

It seems that the oil on the pig's body has an inhibitory effect on the spells. After absorbing more than ten spells, the oil on its body finally disappeared.

Cedric seized the opportunity and struck the piglet with a levitation spell.

"Winguardium Leviosa!"

After being hit by the levitation spell, the little pig floated up into the air, its four hooves kicking weakly in mid-air, trying to touch the ground but unable to.

“It seems the potion the R&D department has been researching recently is indeed working,” Vivi whispered to Harry. “It’s just that this potion… it makes you feel greasy when you apply it. I think it should be improved, for example… at least it shouldn’t be so sticky.”

"I think it works well, so that's fine." Harry wasn't too concerned about what it would feel like to apply the stuff to his body.

"Let's make some improvements," Vivi said softly. She put away the crystal ball and made a couple of adjustments on the light screen.

“Hmm…” she said, “I have sent the video back to Miss Farley, and I hope they can make improvements based on my suggestions.”

"Well done, Cedric!" Ron clapped and praised Cedric loudly, not holding back his praise.

"Haha, I think it's because everyone used up the oil on it that could block spells, which gave me the opportunity," Cedric said, scratching his head sheepishly. "But this thing is really amazing; it can actually block spells..."

“I think our spell isn’t strong enough,” Hermione said, offering a different perspective. “If it were Dumbledore, or Voldemort—the Man of Mystic—they could definitely penetrate this oil and hit the pig’s body.”

“It’s better if we don’t compare ourselves to them.” Ron spread his hands helplessly. “One of them is the Dark Lord, and the other is the only wizard the Dark Lord fears… We are completely incomparable to them.”

“That’s true,” Hermione nodded. “That’s why we need to practice more.”

"All right."

Mr. Bagman's voice rang out at the right moment: "Our students have now completed their first trial. Next, they will face—well, I think we should keep some mystery, since you'll be meeting them soon. It would be better to give you a surprise."

“Mr. Bagman!” Seamus shouted, “What’s the surprise?”

No sooner had he finished speaking than the door swung open again with a bang.

A series of heavy footsteps sounded, and it seemed as if the whole earth was trembling along with them.

"No?" Ron, somewhat alarmed, pulled everyone to his side. "What is this thing? It sounds like it's huge..."

"Could it be a fire dragon?" Hermione asked hesitantly.

“No,” Ron said confidently. “I know dragons; they don’t usually make that much noise when they walk.”

They will soon no longer need to guess.

Because the owner of that voice had already reached the front door.

It was a giant monster, its body clad in a layer of red metallic armor that completely covered its vital areas; in its hand it held a huge spiked club, and there was no doubt what kind of damage it would cause if it struck someone.

"My God, hell on earth!" Ron cried out in terror. "Trolls! Trolls!"

(Still feeling a bit dizzy... Ah, the pain.)
(End of this chapter)