Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 328 Scarface Veela! Stay away from my sister!
Harry gave Newt a strange look, wondering what this had to do with whether Vivi knew about it or not.

However, he still said, "Of course Vivi knows about this. In fact, she doesn't object to it at all; on the contrary, she's quite supportive."

Newt, who had been somewhat worried, burst out laughing when he heard Harry's words.

"Okay, that's good, that's good..."

Oh.

Harry understood.

So Newt is worried that he and Pappy will secretly pledge their love and get whipped around like a top by Lady Grindelwald, right?

Oh, I'm so worried. How could such a gentle girl like Vivi do something like this?

“Oh, right,” Newt added, “about Umbridge… Fudge is annoyed that she lost her fifth-year teaching position, but he’s still trying to get her back on her feet at Hogwarts… Just wait, a new appointment will be issued in a couple of days.”

"Is there something wrong with him?" Harry was a little confused by Fudge's thought process. "Hogwarts has never been under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic. Is he trying to break new ground?"

“There’s a first time for everything. Maybe Fudge thinks he can do it?” Newt shrugged. “Although I don’t know much about his thinking, I can guess a thing or two.”

After a brief discussion about Fudge's erratic behavior, the Fantastic Beasts Protection Class came to an end.

“Alright, students,” Hagrid said, clapping his hands. “Please put your Bowtruckles back in an orderly fashion. Yes, those cute little creatures are really funny, aren’t they? Oh, Draco, did you get caught by a Bowtruckle?”

Hagrid's voice was so loud that everyone realized Draco was covering his hand and glaring angrily at the Bowtruckle.

“You should be glad it didn’t get to your eyes.” Newt reached out and picked up the Bowtruckle, handing it a dung beetle. “But Bowtruckles are very docile; they know you’re all children, so they won’t cause any serious harm.”

When the bell rang, everyone reluctantly left the Magical Creatures Protection class and headed to the greenhouse for their Herbalism class.

When they reached the greenhouse, the door suddenly opened, and the fourth-grade students filed out of the greenhouse.

"Hi, Harry!" Luna greeted Harry with a bouncy skip, her carrot earrings dangling. "Congratulations on becoming the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for fifth year—"

“Oh, thank you, Luna,” Harry said, nodding.

“However, my father wants to talk to you, Harry,” Luna said in an ethereal voice. “He’s very interested in the return of Voldemort, and he doesn’t believe the Ministry of Magic’s nonsense… He wants to write about your experience in The Quibbler—your encounter with Voldemort in the Triwizard Tournament—so that the wizards in the wizarding world can be somewhat prepared for Voldemort’s return.”

“Okay, no problem, Luna.” Harry nodded in response. He didn’t mind being interviewed by Mr. Lovegood—even though he didn’t know Lovegood well.

As expected, Professor Sprout emphasized the importance of OWLs as soon as he started class.

“I really hope all the teachers stop talking about this,” Ron said dejectedly. “Merlin’s pants legs, no wonder Fred and George always say that the OWLs year is the hardest year. We’ve only had a few days of classes and it already feels like there’s endless homework. And the professors keep emphasizing the importance of exams. I’m really about to break down.”

Hermione glanced at Ron with a very serious look in her eyes.

Ron didn't care. He thought, "What can you do about looking at me? Can't I even complain?"
At the end of class, Professor Sprout assigned them to write another paper.

"I feel like I can't breathe," Seamus said, clutching his collar and struggling to breathe. "Help me, help me—"

“Oh, then you’ll have to go see Mrs. Pomfrey, go to the school hospital,” Neville said, making a rare joke.

Simo snapped back to reality and stared blankly at the dragon dung in front of him.

An hour and a half later, the Gryffindor students returned to the castle, exhausted and reeking of dragon dung—Professor Sprout's favorite fertilizer.

Nobody was in the mood to talk much; it was another particularly tiring day.

“Sometimes I think I should really drop out,” Ernie McMillan of Hufflepuff said. “Even the Slytherin basilisk isn’t this scary—maybe I really should buy some magic gadgets from the Weasleys of Gryffindor, or I definitely won’t be able to keep going.”

“There’s nothing we can do if we can’t hold on,” Hannah whispered beside her. “After all, you heard the professors say that this is the most important year—I don’t believe you didn’t hear your parents talk about the importance of OWLs when you were at home—”

“Okay, Hannah, okay,” Ernie replied listlessly.

"Let's go eat quickly." Ron seemed quite energetic, showing no signs of fatigue. "I'm starving! My goodness, I feel like I could eat twenty chicken legs!"

"How come you're not tired at all?" Neville asked Ron in surprise.

“Why would I be tired?” Ron grinned, showing his teeth. “Let me tell you, Neville, I’m not tired at all, I’m full of energy!”

Neville and Seamus were both baffled, but Harry figured out why Ron wasn't tired anymore.

The Quidditch goalkeeper selection is on Friday. Ron was the team's backup goalkeeper, and now he's about to be officially selected. With something to look forward to, how could he possibly feel tired?

This is the time when we're full of energy.

They walked all the way to the Great Hall of Hogwarts and sat down at the Gryffindor table.

"How confident do you think I am of being selected?" Ron asked Harry in a low voice, sounding somewhat anxious.

When you actually sit down to consider this matter, it's normal to feel anxious and uncertain.

Before Harry could speak, he continued, “Ever since you told me, I’ve been practicing every night—but by myself. I’ve been trying to cast a spell on the Quaffles to make them fly toward me, but it’s not easy, and I don’t know how effective it will be.”

“I think it’ll definitely work,” Harry replied, pouring the lamb chops into his plate and eating. “Don’t worry, Ron, you have to believe in yourself—Hermione, right?”

"Huh? What?" Hermione looked up in confusion; she was eating and reading at the same time.

“I said,” Harry repeated, “Ron could definitely be the goalkeeper for the Gryffindor Quidditch team, right?”

“Oh, of course,” Hermione said with a smile. “He’ll definitely be fine.”

"That puts my mind at ease," Ron said with a chuckle.

"Of course, if you don't feel confident..."

As Harry spoke, just like a dealer on the West Coast, he pulled open his robes, took out a small bottle from the inner pocket, showed it to Ron, and then put it back.

"What is this?" Ron asked curiously.

“Felix Felicis,” Harry said with a grin. “If you drink this, you’ll be lucky for twelve hours.”

“Harry!” Hermione suddenly slammed her hand on the table. “Quidditch selections should be fair and just! How could you give him…”

"Don't worry, Hermione, as long as you don't say anything, no one will know," Harry said nonchalantly, then lowered his voice, "Or are you planning to tell on us?"

“Oh, this, this won’t do.” Hermione put away her book and said seriously, “Anyway, I don’t recommend that you two use off-field factors to gain an advantage… well, you know!” But Ron had no such moral burden.

“Don’t listen to him, Harry!” Ron said excitedly. “With you backing me up, I’m sure I can become the Quidditch goalie!”

“Of course.” Harry chuckled and patted Ron on the shoulder.

The past few days have been quite fulfilling, and Harry is increasingly convinced that bringing Anne back was an absolutely correct decision.

He entrusted his homework entirely to Anne, who was quite good at it. Her imitation of Harry's notes was so realistic that no one could tell the difference.

Just ...

On Thursday evening, Sebastian suddenly found Harry in a fit of rage.

"Harry!" Sebastian demanded from his dormitory, "What are you doing! Why are you making Anne do your homework!"

“Oh,” Harry said matter-of-factly, “because I’m lazy.”

"Is this your excuse?!" Sebastian was furious. "That's my sister! How could you let my sister do your homework? How dare you..."

"Didn't you ask Annie to do your homework for you back then?" Harry looked at Sebastian with a puzzled expression. "Or have you forgotten about it?"

A ripple suddenly passed through Sebastian's soul.

“Oh, it seems you’ve forgotten,” Harry said, waving his hand. “Of course, if you don’t want me to, then I won’t let Annie do her homework anymore. If Annie asks me, I’ll say Sebastian found me and he won’t let me give you my homework to do…”

Sebastian's soul rippled once more.

"You bastard!" he roared, lunging at Harry. "I'll fight you to the death!"

"Haha." Harry dodged to the side. "You can't hit me, hehe!"

However, to Harry's surprise, Sebastian reached back and actually grabbed the hem of his clothes.

"Die!" Sebastian punched Harry in the shoulder, making Harry take two steps back.

No, aren't you a ghost?
"You actually have a physical form?!" Harry asked in astonishment.

“You learned that from Peeves!” Sebastian said, rubbing his fist. “Fine, Anne’s affairs—I can’t interfere, but I’m warning you, Harry! You already have three girlfriends, don’t go and ruin Anne’s life!”

“Oh, so that’s what you really think.” Harry chuckled. “Don’t worry, I’ve always considered Anne my sister, my own sister.”

“That puts my mind at ease,” Sebastian nodded. “I trust your assurances, but you… oh, as Grindelwald’s brother said, you’re a scarred Veela, and I still don’t quite trust you…”

Harry felt a little wronged.

No, Annie wasn't sealed away because of me, she was sealed away because she had a terminal illness, okay?

but……

Ah, forget it.

Just as Harry was about to say something, there was a sudden noise coming from the dormitory door.

"I'm leaving now." Sebastian floated down to the floor. "See you in a few days."

"Goodbye." Harry waved to Sebastian.

Actually, he understood Sebastian quite well. After all, she only had one sister. If it were him, he would have given Scarface Veela a good beating.

Wait, isn't it?
Why am I starting to talk about Veela now?
Harry rubbed his Jingming acupoint; he was feeling a bit mentally exhausted.

"What's wrong, Harry?" Ron asked with concern as he walked in. "You look tired."

“A little.” Harry yawned. “Get some rest, it’s getting late, and you have to select the goalkeeper tomorrow.”

Ron, who had initially wanted to continue the conversation, suddenly lost interest and immediately climbed into bed: "You're right, I need to conserve my energy—by the way, Harry, is the Felix Felicis ready?"

"Don't worry." Harry gave Ron a look that said, "I'm in complete control."

Friday morning, the sky was as gloomy and damp as it had been the previous days of the week.

After all, this is a British specialty, so you have to try it.

Unlike usual, there weren't many classes on Friday.

Since the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is usually held in one day, Harry has a relatively quiet week.

However, he soon had a lot to do, since he couldn't afford to embarrass himself on his first day of class.

He started preparing his lesson plan in the auditorium that morning, aiming to give his first lesson a perfect ending.

What kind of Defense Against the Dark Arts should be taught to fifth graders?

While I was thinking, I suddenly heard the Weasley twins' voices. They seemed to be talking about something and looked very interested.

"What's wrong? You two?" Harry asked, turning around.

“Oh, we just think Ron is too confident,” the twins chuckled. “He acts like he’s got it all figured out and has already started making plans with the two of us.”

“You should have faith in your brother!” Hermione said sternly and authoritatively, like a lioness, “instead of making sarcastic remarks here!”

“Yes, Prefect!” the twins gave Hermione a playful salute. “Oh, yes, Prefect!”

After saying that, the two of them chuckled and slipped away.

After finishing the last class on Friday, there was still some time before the Quidditch Selection Tournament began.

Taking advantage of this moment, Harry went to the Slytherin long table and called Anne over, intending to take her to Hagrid's hut for some rock cakes and introduce Anne to Hagrid.

Draco was initially tempted to go to Hagrid's hut and planned to go with him, but when he heard "rock bread," he resolutely sat down.

(End of this chapter)