Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 356: What is it that makes Vivi and Cassandra like you so much?
“No, there’s nothing to gain,” Ron said, sniffling. He wasn’t about to share his best moments with anyone else.

Seamus and Neville exchanged a glance, then both looked up to the sky and laughed heartily.

They actually had a guess in their hearts that Ron had probably made a breakthrough in his relationship with a Gryffindor prefect whose name they couldn't reveal, which was why he was so happy.

I really don't understand, sigh.

What is the saccharine stench of being in love?!

This is!
Ron's happiness was just a brief interlude; they soon welcomed the Christmas holidays.

This year's Christmas holiday did not include a school-wide dance—or rather, a three-school-level dance—so most students chose to go home for Christmas.

“I can’t go home again this year,” Ron said with some regret. “Mom and Dad are going to Romania to visit Charlie—I really don’t understand, they already went once in ’91 Christmas, why are they going to see Charlie again this year?”

“Perhaps it’s because it’s been four years, Ron,” Hermione said, looking up before lowering her head again to continue working on her thesis.

“Okay.” Ron shrugged and said, “But I heard there’s one more person this time. Besides Bill, there’s a girl from France. She’s supposedly a warrior from Beauxbatons last year, and she’s now Bill’s girlfriend.”

“Fleur de la Cour, right?” Harry remembered the pretty silver-haired girl. “That’s her name. Last year… before the third project started, when Mrs. Weasley and Bill came to chat with me, I saw Fleur de la Cour showing an unusual interest in Bill. At that time, I knew that the two of them were probably going to get together.”

“Why are you so sure?” Ron asked, puzzled. “What if Bill doesn’t like Fleur Delacour?”

Harry and Hermione looked at him together, shook their heads and smiled.

“Oh, Ron,” Harry shook his head and said, “very few boys can resist a girl as pretty as Fleur.”

"Really?" Ron was somewhat skeptical. "Can you do it?"

Harry said with absolute certainty, "Why not? You know, both Cassandra and Vivi are much prettier than Fleur..."

Ron took a deep breath.

—Fine, what you said actually makes a damn good point.

Blood Mother Hell, you dog!

For a fleeting second, Ron really wanted to knock his good buddy out.

“Well then,” Harry spoke again, “since you can’t go home for Christmas, why not consider coming to Number Twelve Grimmauld Place and spending Christmas with us? It’s not the first time we’ve spent Christmas together, is it?”

“Okay.” Ron readily agreed, then looked at Hermione: “Hermione, what do you say?”

“I’m sorry,” Hermione said, spreading her hands. “I haven’t spent Christmas with my parents for several years now, and I think I should spend Christmas with both of them this year.”

“Okay.” Ron shrugged, somewhat regretfully.

“However,” Hermione continued, “I can meet you at number twelve Grimmauld Place after Christmas, so you won’t have to wait too long—or, there’s another option, Ron.”

"What choice?" Ron asked impatiently.

Harry immediately stood up, whistling as he walked a short distance away, giving the young couple enough space.

As he walked out, he didn't forget to prick up his ears to listen to the conversation.

“Perhaps you could choose to spend Christmas with me,” Hermione said softly, lowering her head. “Of course, if you refuse…”

“Of course I would! Hermione!” Ron said with delight. “Spending Christmas with you would be the best thing ever—but what about Harry?”

As he spoke, he turned to look at Harry, who was pretending to look around at the scenery, but whose ears were practically perked up like radar.

Harry thought to himself, "Stop worrying about me, buddy! Why the hell are you bothering me at a time like this? Are you sick or something?"
"Are you stupid!" Hermione said, hitting Ron's arm. "Harry will definitely be with Vivi and the others for Christmas. Weren't you just a third wheel?"

Ron then realized what was going on.

“Okay, fine, sure,” Ron agreed three times in quick succession. “In that case, let’s do it together—well, I need to talk to Harry about this.”

Harry certainly wouldn't stop him from spending the holidays with Hermione, after all, he also wanted to spend the holidays with his godfather and girlfriends.

Hmm... it seems like we'll have to add Anne this year... but Sebastian should be included too, it's not good to forget your best friend.

I hope my good brother won't be so angry.

Before the holidays arrived, Hogwarts had completely suspended classes, and the castle was decorated with a festive atmosphere.

The once solemn armor on the wall was now wrapped in wreaths of holly and ivy by Professor Flitwick's magic, with bright red berries dotting the lush greenery, as if these iron guards were draped in festive scarves.

Countless candles hovered and floated in the corridor, decorating the festive atmosphere.

The most arduous task still fell to Hagrid, who dragged the enormous fir branches into the Great Hall and entrusted them to the elves to decorate.

The house-elves were busy silently, like a group of tireless worker ants, hanging glittering ornaments on the branches and sorting the mountains of gifts, preparing to deliver them to their proper places at the right time.

Harry, along with Ron, Hermione, and Anne, boarded the train for their holiday.

With them was Sebastian's ghost.

However, Harry's best friend kept staring at him with murderous intent, which made Anne keep glancing to the side and giggling.

“He’s going to eat people,” Harry said to Anne, pointing at Sebastian.

“Don’t worry, Harry,” Anne glanced at her brother, “he won’t.”

Harry glanced at Sebastian, then at Anne, but ultimately remained silent.

“We’re planning to go to Number Twelve Grimmauld Place after Christmas,” Hermione said to Harry. She sensed the awkwardness and tried to ease the tension, and she succeeded: “My mom and dad are thrilled that Ron is coming to our house for the holidays. They told me to make sure he gets home safely.”

"I'm a little nervous," Ron said, taking deep breaths.

It's definitely normal to be nervous; it's the first time meeting your mother-in-law and father-in-law, so it's understandable to be nervous.

"Why are you nervous?" Harry asked, puzzled.

“I’m afraid Mr. Granger won’t like me,” Ron said in a low voice.

He looked up at Hermione and, seeing her still whispering with Anne, relaxed. "You should think about whether you can drink," Harry said kindly to Ron. "If you can have a couple of drinks, it'll be much easier to start a friendship with Mr. Granger."

"Drinking?" Ron asked suspiciously. "Why do you say that? Oh, I think you're just trying to fool me, after all, you don't have any relevant experience..."

“Who says so?” Harry chuckled. “Who says I don’t have relevant experience? You know, Cassandra’s father, Mr. Septimus Malfoy, was very fond of me back then…”

Yes, he really liked it, liked it to an extreme degree, and Harry wasn't lying about that—but later on, he also wished he could unleash all the harmless little curses that were typical of the Gaunt family.

"Really?" Ron leaned back tactically, a slight air of respect on his face.

“What else?” Harry laughed. “And—Gellert, Vivi’s brother, doesn’t he like me a lot too?”

Ron had no idea what the relationship between Gellert and Harry was; he had only ever seen Harry and Gellert act like brothers in front of Vivi.

“Indeed,” he nodded. “You’re an expert in this area; I need to learn from you—”

“Right?” Harry patted Ron on the shoulder. “Alright, you need to get some rest. After you’ve rested, you might realize it’s not such a big deal.”

“Okay.” Ron took a deep breath. “I’ve decided to trust you, brother—”

Toot——

The train arrived at King's Cross Station.

“Let’s get off,” Hermione said, standing up. “Let’s walk off the platform first.”

They got off the train and walked out of the station. Hermione's parents were waiting for her in front of a Bentley, and next to them was the dashing Sirius Black.

Occasionally, pretty Muggle girls would walk up to Sirius and politely strike up a conversation, but Sirius didn't refuse. Everyone chatted happily, and it seemed that they exchanged a lot of contact information.

Upon seeing their daughter, the Grangers raised their hands high and waved to Hermione.

"Dad! Mom!"

Hermione skipped and jumped towards her parents.

“Hi, Sirius… Look, Ron came with me too.” She turned to Ron and said, “Ron, come here—”

Harry, Ron, and Anne walked over here together.

After introducing themselves to each other, Harry and Anne got into Sirius's car together.

“I think,” Sirius Black chewed his gum, “Harry, you’re actually more like me than your father—”

"Really?" Harry didn't understand what Sirius meant.

Sirius smiled meaningfully, said nothing more, started the car's invisible engine, and then soared into the sky.

Harry was still sitting there, completely bewildered. "Am I more like Sirius than my dad?"
Then he remembered seeing those Muggle girls asking Sirius for his contact information at the train station.

His face flushed red.

No, these are definitely different!

When Harry returned home, he found that Number Twelve Grimmauld Place was still the same as before, without any Christmas decorations.

“I didn’t let Kreacher do it,” Sirius said, noticing Harry’s confusion. “I was planning to have you all do it together. Young people should have fun together, decorating the house would be a great activity, don’t you think?”

"I suppose so," Harry said, wiping imaginary cold sweat from his forehead. "But..."

"This room looks very familiar."

Sebastian's voice suddenly rang out, startling Sirius.

"Who are you?" he asked, frowning.

“Oh, this is Sebastian Saloo,” Harry introduced to Sirius. “He’s Anne’s older brother, and also my good friend. He was the classmate who took the best care of me a hundred years ago…”

"I wouldn't dare," Sebastian said with a cold laugh. "I'm not the one who took the best care of you, and I don't want to be restless even after death—I need to remind you, at Hogwarts a hundred years ago, the one who took the best care of you was always Lady Malfoy!"

“I was just being polite to him,” Harry said to Sirius.

Sirius smiled.

He could see why Sebastian's words were so barbed.

After all, the new Slytherin girl following Harry around is his own sister...

Thinking about this, Sirius felt a bit complicated.

No, why is it that someone who's good at raising children always has a problem with Slytherin women?
Can't you take a look at the women in Gryffindor? See if there's a girl you like in Gryffindor? Is it really right to keep targeting Slytherin?

“But then again,” Sirius suddenly said, “I can see that Miss Malfoy has unusual feelings for you—but I can also guess why Vivi took advantage of Miss Malfoy when she was vulnerable…”

“It’s all because Malfoy is just too proud,” Sebastian said gleefully. “From second year onwards, I could tell that Malfoy seemed to have a crush on Harry, but she was just too proud and didn’t think that her feelings for Harry were ‘likes’ at all. This would have been fine under normal circumstances, but unfortunately… in fifth year, Grindelwald transferred here.”

"Oh?" Sirius Black's expression turned gossipy. "Tell me more!"

“Oh, there’s nothing to say about that,” Sebastian shrugged. “We’re not exactly close to Miss Malfoy, because the Malfoy family is just too… well, too difficult to approach. The only reason Miss Malfoy joined the Duel Hut and the Order of the Phoenix is ​​because of Harry, nothing more.”

"And what about Vivi?" Sirius asked again.

“Oh, Grindelwald.” Sebastian laughed. “That Grindelwald… don’t let her approachable demeanor fool you, she’s actually much more arrogant than Malfoy. Her approach to us is purely for ulterior motives—she wants to get closer to Harry through us, nothing more.”

"I never would have guessed." Sirius reached out and patted his godson on the shoulder. "You actually have such a lot of charm... Of course, I've always been a little confused about why Vivi and Cassandra like you so much?"

“It must be some kind of special destiny,” Harry shrugged. “Maybe I have some special talents too? Don’t you think so?”

(Papy's side story will be added in a couple of days)

(End of this chapter)