Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 351 Say Goodbye to Bad Temptations

Porter Army?
You know what, this name... is actually quite interesting.

“I think this name is good,” Angelina said with a smile, expressing her support. “The Potter Army? It sounds interesting—we all study under Professor Potter, so why can’t we be called the Potter Army? I think, besides Professor Dumbledore, the Ministry of Magic must also be quite wary of Professor Potter, right?”

"We support it too." The other students raised their hands in support.

Hermione acted quickly; she picked up a pen and paper and scribbled down all the students' names, then wrote "Potter's Army" at the top.

“Very good,” Harry said after she sat down. “Shall we begin our practice? What spells will we be learning today?”

Harry thought for a moment, then said, "Besides the Ironclad Charm, I think everyone should also learn the Disarming Charm—it's the most commonly used charm, and it's the one that works in the vast majority of cases."

“Of course,” he said again. “Some of you may already know this spell, but considering the situation of all of you, I think it is urgent to teach this spell in class—those of you who have already learned this spell can also reinforce their memory.”

“Oh, please,” Zacharys Smith said, arms crossed and eyes wide, “I think—uh, I mean, if the Mystic really has come back to life as Dumbledore said, then your weapons won’t work on him, right?”

“Really?” Harry smiled at Zacharys. “You know what? I’ve used this spell to disarm Voldemort more than once. He’s not immune to it—in fact, almost no wizard is immune to it.”

“Furthermore,” Harry continued, “if you remember Miss Grindelwald—Veratian Grindelwald, a former Slytherin student and now the Minister for Magic of Greater Germany—she once disarmed Professor Dumbledore with a spell. This is enough to prove that even a powerful wizard like Professor Dumbledore is not immune to the Disarming Charm.”

“Really?” Zacharias was still somewhat skeptical. “I mean, of course you can, because you’re Harry Potter—but what about us? Can we disarm Vader with a Disarming Charm? He’s so strong…”

Harry didn't answer, but looked at Neville.

“Mr. Longbottom,” he said, “you step forward and prepare to use the disarming spell on me.”

Neville obediently stepped forward.

“I think everyone knows Mr. Longbottom,” Harry said very formally. “Two years ago, he learned the Disarming Charm from me—you all know my strength, so let’s see if Mr. Longbottom can disarm my wand—I won’t resist.”

As he spoke, he pulled out the wand he had bought from Mr. Ollivander from his pocket.

Beech wood, dragon heartstring, 11 inches.

Neville walked over and stood opposite Harry.

“Relax,” Harry reassured him. “You’ve mastered the Disarming Charm. Now all you need to do is cast it in front of everyone and disarm me—to prove to everyone that no one is immune to the Disarming Charm.”

Neville nodded, took a deep breath, raised his wand, and aimed it at Harry.

"Expelliarmus!"

A red beam shot from the tip of Neville's wand and struck Harry's arm.

Harry's wand spun and flew into Neville's hand.

"Well done, Longbottom!" Harry wasn't angry at all; instead, he clapped and encouraged Neville, saying, "Very good spell, two points for Gryffindor!"

Seeing that Neville was able to successfully disarm Harry with the Disarming Charm, the students present were relieved.

Neville stepped forward and returned the wand to Harry.

“Now,” Harry began, “I need to tell you all that this spell can be used at any time, such as at the beginning of a wizarding duel, in the middle of a duel, or as a closing spell. In short, its application depends on one’s intuition.”

He picked up his wand and drew a trail of fire in the air, the trajectory of a disarming spell.

“Wave your wand along this trajectory,” Harry said again. “You can practice this spell in pairs. It’s not that hard, is it?”

Everyone immediately stood up and paired up, just like when they practiced the Ironclad Spell.

This time, Luna wasn't alone; she teamed up with Annie.

Seeing that no classmates were left out, Harry nodded in satisfaction, raised his hand, and said loudly, "Okay—, now listen to me count to three—...one, two, three!"

The room was instantly filled with the sounds of weapons striking, spells flying everywhere, and spells that missed their mark hitting books on the shelves, sending books flying into the air.

Harry used the Summoning Charm and Levitation Charm to put the books back in their places as he walked to the middle of the room.

However, he discovered that Zacharys was acting strangely; every time he opened his mouth to disarm Anthony Goldstein, his wand would fly away, and Anthony seemed not to make a sound.

But Harry soon solved the mystery: Fred and George were not far from Smith, and the two took turns pointing their wands at his back.

“I’m sorry, Harry,” George said quickly, noticing Harry’s gaze, “I couldn’t help it.”

“I suggest you two practice on each other,” Harry said sternly to the twins. “Gryffindor will lose two points because of your behavior!”

As soon as he finished speaking, all the Gryffindor students glared angrily at the twins.

“Okay, Professor McGregor!” the twins said with a grin, not taking the points deducted to heart at all.

On the contrary, they felt that Harry was becoming more and more like Professor McGonagall—no, he could practically be Professor McGonagall, showing no mercy when it came to deducting points from his own house.

"Hey, Weasley!" Draco and Pansy were practicing the Disarming Charm next to Hermione and Ron.

"What's wrong?" Ron dodged Hermione's disarming spell and casually returned it.

"Have you booked a bed at the school hospital yet, Weasley?" Draco teased Ron with a grin. He knew this was Ron's first game this year, and Ron was very nervous about it.

Just as he expected, Ron's face suddenly froze after he said those words.

Then, Hermione's spell struck Ron, and the wand spun and flew into Hermione's hand.

Draco laughed heartily and, together with Pansy, imitated Ron's missed Quaffle catch.

Ron's ears turned bright red, and he trembled with anger as he glared at Draco through gritted teeth.

"Ignore them both!" Hermione slammed her wand into Ron's arms, glaring at Draco. "Or perhaps, Malfoy, you'd like to try one of my spells?"

Draco raised his hands, winked, and said, "I don't want to experience your spell, but I'm pretty sure Weasley really wants to taste the Walking Ball."

Pansy played along perfectly, mimicking being hit by a Quake ball and falling headfirst off a broom behind him.

“I still suggest you ignore them,” Hermione comforted Ron. “I think you’re great, Ron. Don’t let other people affect your mood. You’ll definitely become a goalkeeper no less than Wood!”

Ron grinned after being comforted by Hermione's words.

Surprisingly, the girl's concern was quite effective; at least Ron had visibly cheered up again. Before get out of class ended, Harry stopped their practice.

“Well done, students,” Harry said from behind the podium. “I’ll have something interesting for you in the next class, about the integration of the Ironclad Charm and the Disarming Charm—stay tuned.”

"What are you going to prepare for us?" Fred and George asked in unison.

"It's a secret, I'll keep you in suspense," Harry replied with a chuckle.

October ended in a raging storm, and November arrived.

A cold air mass struck the highlands where Hogwarts was located, leaving a layer of frost every morning, and the icy wind cut into hands and cheeks.

The sky and the ceiling of the Great Hall turned a pale blue-gray, the mountains surrounding Hogwarts were covered in snow, and the temperature inside the castle had dropped so much that many students wore thick dragon-skin gloves when resting in the corridors during recess.

The morning of the match was clear and cold. Harry woke up and looked at Ron's bed. He saw Ron sitting upright with his arms wrapped around his knees and his eyes glazed over.

"What's wrong?" Harry walked over and nudged Ron's shoulder.

"I'm a little nervous." Ron looked up and gave a forced smile.

“It’s normal to be nervous, Ron,” Harry reassured him. “I was nervous before my first competition too. Remember Wood? Wood told me that when he first competed, he had no idea what he was doing. All he remembered was riding a broomstick.”

“Really?” Ron’s eyes lit up again. “And what happened to him afterward? He must have done a great job, right?”

“Oh, no.” Harry patted Ron on the shoulder. “When he woke up, he found himself in the university hospital.”

Upon hearing this, the light in Ron's eyes quickly faded.

He's starting to regret it now, he really, really regrets it.

Why did you have to ask such a nosy question?!
“You need to eat breakfast,” Harry encouraged again. “Come on, come with me, let’s get something to eat—remember what you said when I first played Quidditch? You can’t go without eating something.”

“Okay.” Ron sniffed and stood up.

When they entered the auditorium, it was quickly filling up, the voices were louder than usual, and the atmosphere was more enthusiastic.

As they passed the Slytherin table, they heard a commotion.

Harry looked around and saw that almost everyone was wearing a silver crown-shaped badge over their silver and green scarves and hats.

They were warmly welcomed at the Gryffindor table, where everyone wore a gold and red scarf and hat.

But the cheers didn't cheer Ron up; instead, they seemed to drain his last bit of morale.

He slumped down on the nearest stool, as if it were his last meal before his execution.

“I must be crazy to do this,” he said in a hoarse whisper. “Crazy.”

“Crazy my ass!” Harry patted Ron on the shoulder and whispered in his ear, “Listen, buddy, I want you to pull yourself together, and I happen to have a good way to do just that.”

"What method?" Ron's eyes lit up.

"Remember the Felix Felicis from last time?" Harry looked around and, seeing that no one was paying attention, pulled open his robes and took out a small bottle from the inner pocket.

Ron's eyes lit up when he saw the small bottle.

"Quick!" Ron growled. "This is it! I want this one!"

Goodness, you're quick to say goodbye to bad temptations, aren't you?

You're something else, Ron!
“I know this thing,” Luna’s ethereal voice suddenly rang out.

Harry and Ron turned around and saw Luna standing behind them.

"When did you get here?" Harry asked. "How come you didn't make a sound?"

“I’ve been here for a while and overheard your conversation,” Luna said softly, her eyes fixed on the small bottle. “Felix Felicis, right? Just a little bit can double your luck… But you should know that this is something the school strictly forbids. If Ron gets caught, he’ll definitely be punished, maybe even suspended!”

“As long as you don’t tell, no one will know, right? Okay, Luna?” Ron pleaded, clasping his hands together.

"Oh, I didn't see anything." Luna hummed an unknown tune and turned to leave.

“What a good girl.” Ron wiped his sweat and looked at Harry eagerly. “Quick, Harry, buddy, I need that stuff. Just a little bit in my cereal… just a little bit!”

“Here, take this bottle.” Harry said, picking up the small bottle and discreetly pouring it into Ron’s cereal bowl.

Without saying a word, Ron picked up the cereal bowl and slurped it down in one gulp.

Then he gave a silly grin.

"I think I'm pretty good," he said.

“Really?” Harry pocketed the small bottle.

“This tastes really good,” Ron said, glancing at Harry. “It has a berry flavor. If it weren’t so expensive, I’d like to have some more…”

Harry thought to himself, "This is just blueberry juice with the color removed..."

But that's certainly not the right way to put it; after all, we still need to use this placebo to help Ron regain his confidence.

"Anyway, don't worry." Harry patted Ron on the shoulder. "You know what? You're going to be amazing today, making perfect saves! You'll be the greatest Quidditch goalkeeper Gryffindor has ever had!"

"Really?" Ron's eyes lit up.

“Oh, I’ve already lied once, don’t make me lie a second time.” Harry shook his head helplessly.

Ron crossed his arms and gave a haughty snort.

He now feels incredibly strong!
Slytherin?

snort!
Watch as Ronald Weasley grabs that platinum-haired brat Malfoy and teaches him a lesson about not messing with any Weasley!

(End of this chapter)