Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 319 Cassandra's Original Flavor
"You really have no taste," said Seamus, who had walked in at some point. "Authentic Fanta is orange-flavored. Anything like grape or apple is heresy, heresy, don't you understand!"

However, Ron smiled very maturely and did not object to Seamus's words.

"You're absolutely right, the orange flavor is pretty good too."

“Speaking of Fanta, there’s a history to it.” Hermione started to explain, but then gave up after thinking about it: “Never mind, you’re not Muggles, and there’s no need for you to know this history.”

Just then, a head suddenly poked its head in from outside.

“Ron, Hermione?” the head said. “Come out here.”

Ron and Hermione left, leaving behind Harry, Neville, Seamus, Anne, and Luna pretending to watch "The Quibbler".

The group sat and chatted for a while before a food cart came over.

Harry bought a lot of things as usual; he always had a bit of a problem with the snacks on the train.

They had only taken a few bites when Ron and Hermione returned.

"I'm starving."

As he spoke, Ron grabbed a chocolate frog from Harry's hand and plopped down in the seat next to Harry.

He tore open the wrapper, bit off the frog's head, then slumped back in his chair, closed his eyes, as if the morning had left him starving.

"Didn't you eat three chicken legs this morning?" Hermione asked, frowning. "Who made you hungry...?"

"I'm exhausted." Ron sat down in his seat as if all his strength had left him.

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked curiously.

“Oh.” Ron perked up immediately. “If that’s what you’re talking about, then I’m not tired anymore—I’ve become the prefect of Gryffindor…you know, prefects are usually a man and a woman, and Hermione is our Gryffindor prefect…”

"That's great!" Harry was happy for his good friend. "Congratulations, have another chocolate frog!"

Seamus and Neville were also there to congratulate them, especially Seamus, who even wanted to use a spell to celebrate, but Neville stopped him in time.

Ron took the chocolate frog from Harry, opened it, and glanced at the card.

“Oh, Dumbledore again.” Ron shrugged. “Remember when we first met? You treated me to a chocolate frog, and the card was Dumbledore.”

“Of course.” Harry smiled as he recalled the scene.

“Just as Ron said, each house has two prefects in the fifth year,” Hermione said, looking particularly displeased as she sat down, “one male and one female.”

"Guess who the Slytherin prefect is?" Ron asked with a gossipy expression.

“It’s definitely Draco,” Harry answered without hesitation. “Don’t forget, his father is a Hogwarts board member, how could he not be a prefect? ​​If I remember correctly, Lucius was a prefect when he was in school, and so was his grandfather.”

There's one more thing I haven't mentioned: the Malfoy family has always had prefects, and Cassandra was also a prefect in Slytherin when she was in school.

“That’s right.” Ron said angrily, stuffing the frog’s body into his mouth and then taking another one.

Even now, sitting with Draco in the Duel Hut, Ron still can't bring himself to like that bastard.

Because Draco always targets him, even when he has nothing else to do.

“And that complete cow Pansy Parkinson,” Hermione said sarcastically. “How could she be a prefect? ​​She’s dumber than a concussion-stricken troll! My God, I can hardly believe it…”

“Who’s Hufflepuff?” Harry asked.

“Ernie McMillan and Hannah Abbott,” Ron answered quickly. “Cedric doesn’t want to be a prefect anymore; he says he wants to focus on his studies and prepare for the upcoming NEWTs.”

“It’s a wise choice, after all, a person’s energy is limited,” Seamus said from the side. He quite liked Cedric. “I think he did the right thing.”

“The Ravenclaws are Anthony Goldstein and Padma Pettier,” Hermione said again. “That’s all the prefects for the new term.”

“Mom will be so happy,” Ginny said from the side. “Our family has another prefect after Percy—you know, Bill and Charlie were prefects when they were in school too.”

“Yeah, I wonder what Mom will reward me with,” Ron said, raising his eyebrows excitedly. “But I hope it’s not chicken legs again this time. I’m tired of getting chicken legs as a reward every time…”

“Don’t worry, Ron,” Ginny said with a smile. “Every prefect in the family has their own unique reward, and I’m sure you’ll receive a reward and praise from Mom too—”

“Thank you, Ginny,” Ron said with a smile.

“We should patrol the hallways from time to time,” he said, turning to Seamus and Neville. “Hey guys, if anyone’s doing something wrong, we can punish them—I really want to catch Crabbe and Goyle doing something wrong right now.”

“You shouldn’t abuse your power, Ron!” Hermione rebuked sternly.

“Yes, that’s right, because Malfoy would never abuse his power,” Ron said sarcastically. “Although he’s not as annoying as he used to be, those in Slytherin know he’ll be just like his biased headmaster, finding every possible way to deduct points from others!”

"So you're saying you want to lower yourself to his level?" Hermione asked with a sneer.

“No, I just want to make sure he teaches his friend a lesson before he bullies my friend,” Ron said nonchalantly. “Am I supposed to maintain this so-called moral burden and be targeted from all sides? Don’t be ridiculous, Hermione… Professor McGonagall is exactly like that, which is why Slytherin has been champion for six consecutive years—and if it weren’t for Harry, this trend would have continued! When are you going to wake up…”

“For Merlin’s sake, Ron—” Hermione stood up angrily.

“I’m going to make Gore write sentences; that will kill him. He hates writing,” Ron said happily.

He lowered his voice, mimicking Gore's gruff, hoarse tone, and scrunched up his face as if concentrating painfully, pretending to write in the air: "I...cannot...be...like...a baboon's...ass."

Everyone laughed heartily, but no one laughed as hard as Luna.

She let out a series of sharp, piercing laughs, which startled Neville.

Luna laughed so hard that the magazine in her hand fell off and slid off her lap to the floor.

“Oh, ‘The Quibbler’.” Hermione reached out and picked it up, smacking her lips and twisting her eyebrows like wavy lines.

She glanced down at it, then looked up and said, "According to the magazine, if you turn these ancient runes upside down, you'll see that they're actually a spell that can turn your enemy's ears into golden oranges..."

At this point, her tone suddenly turned sarcastic and bitter, just like Pansy's: "The Quibbler is a pile of garbage, everyone knows that."

“I’m sorry,” Luna said, her voice suddenly becoming less dazed, “my father is a magazine editor.” “I… oh,” Hermione said, sounding quite embarrassed, “well, some of them are quite interesting… I mean, they’re still…”

Luna's face fell. She reached out and snatched the magazine from Hermione's hand, flipped it to page fifty-seven, and resolutely turned it upside down to hide her face behind it.

The atmosphere in the carriage was a bit awkward, especially for Hermione, who wished she could disappear into the ground.

This is incredibly embarrassing. It's extremely rude of a father to call his magazine "a pile of garbage" in front of his daughter.

"Actually, that's not entirely true," Harry said with a chuckle. "That ancient rune is actually quite accurate."

"You think so too?" Luna asked in a muffled voice without putting down her book.

Just then, the door to the private room was opened again.

“Potter!” Draco exclaimed excitedly, “I’m going to put you in solitary confinement—look, I’m a prefect now!”

Harry didn't say anything, but just glanced back at Luna and, seeing that she had taken the magazine off her face, raised his wand and pointed it at Draco.

Then, Draco's ear turned into a bright orange tangerine.

"Ah, it really has turned into an orange." Ron clapped his hands and laughed.

"Huh? What did you do?" Draco suddenly felt his ear was heavy, and when he touched it, he found that it had turned into a round and heavy thing.

"Hey!" Draco said, annoyed. "I was just joking with you, there's no need to take it so seriously, is there? Besides, it wasn't me who wanted to put you in solitary confinement, it was Cassandra who asked me to put you in solitary confinement—I'm going to tell Cassandra about this!"

Harry: ...

Okay, okay, now you're not looking for your father, you're looking for your great-aunt, right?
Good grandson!
“Going to her won’t do you any good,” Harry said with a grin. “I’m not afraid of her.”

Draco coughed twice, and his ears returned to normal.

It was Harry; Harry lifted the curse.

Draco breathed a sigh of relief, then pulled out a bag and handed it to Harry, saying, "Cassandra asked me to bring this to you; she said it's a Gryffindor uniform she altered..."

Harry took the bag, opened it, and found two school uniform jackets and some scarves, all reeking of Cassandra's scent.

grass.

It's the original flavor again, right?
“It’s said to be clothes she’s worn.” Draco didn’t seem to realize he’d said anything inappropriate. “Anyway, she’s no longer of any use for them, so she might as well give them to her boyfriend—to be honest, Harry, I didn’t expect you two to wear the same size clothes.”

Annie, sitting opposite, was somewhat surprised, but after frowning for a moment, she relaxed in relief.

I'd heard before that Harry wanted to wear Cassandra's old robes, and it seems... it wasn't just idle gossip.

“You’re not even as tall as me,” Harry retorted.

In fact, Cassandra had her size altered to a larger size, since Harry was now a bit taller than her.

Do you even realize how valuable a supermodel's figure is?

"Alright, now that the stuff's been delivered, I'll be off," Draco said with a grin. "I need to hurry out and see if those Weasley clones are causing any trouble, so I can deduct points from their licenses—don't you think, Weasley?"

Draco was looking at Ron when he said this.

Ron wanted to punch him, but he held back.

He decided to fight Draco. Since you're targeting Gryffindor, don't blame me for grabbing Slytherin and kicking him!

After Draco left, Harry sat there, his forehead pressed against the car window, clutching Cassandra's clothes in his arms.

Hogwarts could be seen from afar, but it was a moonless night, and the car windows were dirty from the rain.

“We need to change,” Hermione finally said.

She and Ron carefully pinned the prefectural badges to their chests, and Harry saw Ron look at his reflection in the dark window.

Finally, the train slowly slowed down, and they heard a commotion all around as everyone busied themselves gathering their luggage and pets, preparing to disembark.

Ron and Hermione, tasked with maintaining order, disappeared from the carriage again.

“I still don’t understand.” Harry looked up at the weather. “Why does it always rain or get cloudy at the start of school? Is there some kind of pattern?”

“Perhaps it’s because of some unknown factors,” Luna’s ethereal voice sounded from behind him. “You know, Hogwarts always has some secrets, secrets that even we can hardly know completely.”

“Maybe, maybe it’s because the founders wanted the first-year students to fully experience the hardships of pioneering a new path,” Harry shrugged.

They dragged their heavy steps out of the private room and merged into the flow of people in the corridor, feeling for the first time the stinging sensation of the night air on their faces.

They moved slowly toward the door, and Harry could smell the sweet fragrance of the pine trees lining the path to the lake.

After getting off the train and stepping onto the platform, I looked around, straining my ears to find that familiar voice: "First-year students, are you coming here? First-year students?"

Before Harry could even greet Hagrid, he felt someone poke his waist.

Looking back, I saw Anne with a timid expression.

“Harry…” Her large, clear eyes made her look pitiful, “Should I go with him? Or…”

“Oh, just follow behind me,” Harry said with a grin. “You’re not a freshman—you’re a fifth-year student, aren’t you?”

“Oh, oh, yes,” Annie mumbled in reply, looking up at her surroundings.

Harry looked up again and met Hagrid's gaze as he searched for him.

When their eyes met, they both stretched out their arms and waved them high as a greeting.

“I think,” Harry said, turning to Anne, “you should talk to Hagrid a lot after you start school. He’s a nice guy, and he makes really good food, like rock cakes…”

(End of this chapter)