Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 32 Legilimency
Harry sat there for a while, waiting until his emotions had completely calmed down before he began to look for clues.

He picked up his wand and waved it gently.

"Revelio!"

However, he found nothing. There was no trace of old friends in the meeting room of the Order of the Phoenix.

After searching the Room of Requirement in vain, Harry finally had to give up.

He crept back to the Gryffindor dormitory and lay back down on his bed.

Ron on the bed opposite was still sleeping soundly, even smacking his lips, obviously dreaming about something delicious.

The next day, Harry slept until noon.

It's not just him, several of his roommates are like this.

"Good morning." Ron smiled at Harry.

"It's noon now." Harry opened the curtains and looked out the window.

Generally speaking, breakfast time is the time for the little wizards to collect their packages.

But because it is the weekend, the little wizards all want to sleep in, so the owl will be delivered at noon.

An owl whistled in from the doorway and dropped a package precisely into Neville's arms.

"Oh eat!" Neville groaned, "Carol! You are always like this!"

He complained, opened the package, and took out a glass ball about half the size of his fist, which seemed to be filled with white smoke.

"Look, it's a memory ball." Seamus said with a smile.

"Yes, the Memory Ball." Neville said with a bitter face: "Grandma knows that I always have a bad memory - it will tell you if there is something you forgot to do - look, you hold it tightly, like this, if it turns red - oh!"

Neville's face suddenly became long, because the memory ball suddenly turned bright red, "--you just forget something."

He was trying hard to remember what he had forgotten, and at that moment, Draco passed by the Gryffindor dining table and snatched the Remembrano from Neville's hand.

"Malfoy!" Harry was already in a bad mood. He stood up and said, "Give the memory ball back to Neville."

"Why?" Draco weighed the memory ball in his hand: "This little fat boy is so stupid that the memory ball can't help him remember that he didn't wear a school robe."

"Oh, that's right!" Neville suddenly realized, "I forgot to wear my robe!"

Draco sneered and slammed the memory ball on the table.

"Next time, use your fat ass to think carefully, Longbottom." He said gloomily, "It's really a shame that people like you exist..."

He suddenly stopped talking because Professor McGonagall, who had cat sense, appeared beside them.

"What's going on?" Professor McGonagall asked seriously.

"Malfoy stole my Remembrano, Professor," Neville replied, "Harry and Ron are urging him to give it back to me."

Draco raised his eyebrows provocatively at Harry and Ron, then turned and left the Gryffindor table.

Harry was already in a bad mood, and after this incident, he felt even angrier.

He now had an urge to use Legilimency on Draco's pale, skinny face.

On the one hand, it was to give Draco a little punishment, and on the other hand, it was to see if there were any memories of Cassandra.

"You deserve praise, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley." Professor McGonagall showed a smile on her old-fashioned face.

"Thank you, Professor." Harry and Ron said obediently.

After History of Magic on Tuesday, there was flying class.

After a boring class, a relaxing and pleasant flying lesson always makes people happy.

The drowsiness caused by Professor Binns' hypnotic words disappeared in an instant. The flying class was a joint class for Gryffindor and Slytherin. Because Professor Binns forgot to end the get out of class, the Gryffindor students were almost late.

The Slytherin students had already been waiting there, looking a little impatient, with twenty flying brooms neatly lined up on the ground.

"These brooms are quite old," Ron said to Harry. "I heard that they were provided to the young wizards in the school when Bill was in school, and they have not been replaced until now. Fred always complains that the brooms will tremble when flying too high, and some of them have difficulty turning."

"It's time to get a new one," Harry replied casually.

Contrary to Ron's expectations, Neville and Hermione were both more nervous than the other.

Hermione kept muttering about a library book called "Origins of Quidditch", trying to use advanced theoretical knowledge to dispel her fear of flying. Neville followed Hermione closely as if he had found his backbone, listening to her reciting the basic knowledge like a machine gun.

Soon, Madam Hooch arrived at the teaching venue. She had short gray hair and yellow eyes that were as bright as an eagle's eyes.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" she called out. "Everyone get to a broomstick, quick, quick, hurry up!"

Harry had no idea what she was anxious about.

"Put your right hand on top of the broom handle," Madam Hooch called from the front, "and say, 'Get up!'"

"Get up!" everyone shouted.

Harry just shouted, and the broom jumped into his hands. Hermione looked back at him in astonishment, but her voice was almost hoarse and the broom did not respond to her.

"Now, when I whistle, you push off the ground with your legs. Push hard," said Madam Hooch. "Hold the broom steady and rise a few feet. Then lean forward a little and drop straight back to the ground. Listen to my whistle - three - two -"

Before Madam Hooch blew her whistle, Harry saw Neville leap out and soar into the sky.

"Wow--" Draco let out a loud exclamation. He put his hands on the awning and watched Neville jump high and then fall to the ground with a thud.

All this happened in a flash. Harry didn't even have time to draw his wand. He just pointed at Neville and cast a deceleration spell on him.

But he was young after all, and Neville was too far away from him, so he could only slightly relieve the impact.

"The wrist is broken." Madam Hooch walked over and hugged Neville. "I'm taking the child to the hospital ward now. No one of you is allowed to move! Put the broom back to its place, or you will be kicked out of the Hogwarts gate before you can even say 'Quidditch'."

After Madam Hooch left, Draco picked up the memory ball on the ground.

"Isn't this Longbottom's memory ball?" Draco said with a strange smile, "If that Fatty squeezes this memory ball, maybe he will remember to land on his fat butt instead of his wrists."

"Give it to me, Malfoy!" Harry stepped forward and said.

"No, I'm going to hide this thing so that the little fat boy can find it himself." Draco rode on the broom in a mean manner and flew up slowly: "How about the roof?"

He flew in the air and said sarcastically, "What's the matter, Potter, is it out of reach?"

Harry jumped on his broomstick without saying a word.

"Harry! Absolutely not! Think about what Madam Hooch said just now! You will be expelled!" Hermione hurriedly stopped Harry, "And you don't even know how to fly -"

However, Harry was already on his broom, flying with great skill.

Hermione's mouth opened; she had never expected that Harry could fly so well on his 'first time' on a broom.

"So cool." Seamus exclaimed from below.

"Give it to me, Malfoy." Harry said unkindly, "or I'll teach you a lesson."

As he spoke, his eyes were fixed on Draco's, and he was still hesitating in his heart whether to use Legilimency on Draco.

"Well, Potter?" Draco tossed the magic ball. "Are you going to stand up for Longbottom?"

Harry was really irritated by him. The feeling of helplessness of not being able to find his old friend and the anger towards Draco's annoying face combined together.

He drew his wand and pointed it at Draco.

(End of this chapter)