Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 358 Heartbreaker Potter
The biggest problem between Sirius and Miss Farley is their age difference. After all, they are both equally capable and have similar backgrounds. Sirius is the Director of the Department of International Relations at the Ministry of Magic, while Miss Farley is the Secretary to the Minister of Magic of Greater Germany. As for their looks... one is handsome and the other is beautiful, a perfect match, and no one else has a say in their relationship—especially that pink toad.

However, the age difference is not a problem. If you really think about it, Vivi and Cassandra are more than a hundred years older than Harry.

Now it all depends on whether Sirius can overcome that mental hurdle.

That evening, after taking a shower, Vivi sat on the bed, smoothing her hair, and asked Harry, "How did your talk with the Godfather go tonight? Has he decided to accept Miss Farley?"

“I don’t think it’s a big problem.” Harry recounted what had happened that night.

“Yes, I will also talk to Miss Farley about this.” Vivi tossed her long, golden hair, which was as smooth as brocade, and said with a smile, “Professor Haoying once taught me an old saying about Seris, which is ‘a woman pursuing a man is like piercing a thin veil.’ I believe that the two of them will get together.”

“It’s hard to say.” Harry said somewhat pessimistically, meeting Vivi’s puzzled gaze. “Think about it, the Godfather is a man who can’t stand being alone. How could he possibly give up an entire forest for Miss Farley, a mere sapling?”

"Oh, can anyone be more fickle than you?" Vivi reached out and scratched Harry's chin.

"Ha, you still have the nerve to talk about Pot?" Cassandra said from behind her. "Don't you even think about which shameless philanderer has been stealing our partners day after day? She's completely disgraced Germany!"

“I’m just chasing love, Casey,” Vivi said, turning back to him. “Love is selfish, and I admit I’ve fallen for the person you’ve set my sights on, but there’s nothing shameful about it.”

“Yes, because Poot helped you that day,” Cassandra said mockingly, “but that philandering cat has no recollection of the help I gave her afterward.”

Vivi suddenly stood up and pinned Cassandra against the wall.

She was slightly taller than Cassandra, giving them a commanding position.

“I can repay you now, Kathy,” Vivi said, staring at Cassandra’s thin, translucent pink lips.

“No, Grindelwald.” Cassandra turned her head, trying not to look at Vivi. “You should save your thanks for Harry!”

……

When Pappy woke up the next morning, she enthusiastically called on everyone to decorate the house for Christmas Eve.

After breakfast, everyone else was busy decorating for Christmas in the morning.

Harry couldn't recall Sirius ever being in such a good mood; he actually started singing Christmas carols, which sounded cheerful and bright.

"Why is he so happy?" Harry asked Vivi.

“Oh, because I sent Gemma to find him,” Vivi said with a smile in a low voice. “Judging from their current state, they seem to be doing well.”

“I have a feeling she’s up to something,” Cassandra whispered to Papiyas nearby. “The way she’s going to such lengths to bring Mr. Godfather and Miss Farley together, there must be something to it… Oh, I’ve got it!”

She gripped Pappy's shoulders with both hands, forcefully shaking her to create a powerful wave of waves. "She definitely wants to control the entire British wizarding world by arranging a marriage between her secretary and the future Minister of Magic! That's it! I know her ambition better than anyone!"

Papiyas's gaze began to dazzle, swayed by Cassandra's presence.

"It can't be that bad, can it?" she asked, forcing herself to stay alert.

“Ha, I’ve never hesitated to assume the worst of Grindelwald, that wicked woman!” Cassandra’s eyes gleamed. “You see, that’s definitely her purpose, and that fool Potter thinks it’s out of filial piety… Ha! How naive!”

“I think you’re going a bit to extremes, Casey,” Papby said with some concern. “How could Vivi be such a bad woman? I think she’s a good person.”

"Heh." Cassandra curled her lip. "Think what you want. Anyway, what happens to the British wizarding world has nothing to do with me. Don't wait until the British wizarding world is incorporated into Greater Germany before you regret it."

“Then I think we should have changed the name of the wizarding world back then.” Pappy found it quite amusing. “Think about it, Vivi’s wizarding world is named after the present-day German region, so if it were to annex the French Ministry of Magic…”

“It’ll be called the Frankish Ministry of Magic,” Cassandra quickly replied. “I do have some basic knowledge of history.”

“Yes,” Pappy continued, “then, let’s annex the Spanish and Portuguese Ministries of Magic…”

“Rebuild the Roman Empire?” Cassandra raised an eyebrow.

"Hmm... if we don't include the British region, it should be called the Byzantine Ministry of Magic?" Papby asked.

“That was the Eastern Roman Empire!” Cassandra rolled her eyes and corrected Papbi, “Byzantium was just the name of Constantinople’s colony during the Greek era, and the name Byzantine Empire is an insulting name that the evil Germans imposed on the Eastern Roman Empire—would you call modern-day Britain the London Regime?”

Cassandra is absolutely right about this, because "Byzantine Empire" was never the official or informal name of the country, and its subjects never referred to themselves as "Byzants" or the capital, New Rome, as "Byzantium."

Until the 17th century, "Roman Empire" was the official name used by Western historians for this empire. In 1557, German historian Haronim Wolff introduced the term "Byzantine Empire" in his compilation of "Manuscripts of Byzantine Historians" to distinguish between classical Greek literature from the Roman era and Greek literature from the medieval Byzantine Empire.

“That’s true.” Papby thought for a moment, then couldn’t suppress his innate English talent: “But I would call a certain period of France the ‘Vichy regime’.”

This joke came from something Papi heard Vivi say one day when she was criticizing France.

Just then, Vivi, who was standing on a stool decorating the window, suddenly slipped off the stool and fell into Harry's arms.

"Shameless," Cassandra muttered under her breath.

There are two reasons: as an adult witch, Vivi should use spells to decorate the house, rather than clumsily standing on a stool and decorating it herself like a Muggle woman.

Secondly, Cassandra knew that Vivi's talent in flying was second only to Harry's, and that such an agile and balanced woman would fall off the stool.

Are you kidding me! Cassandra would rather believe that ghosts don't exist!

Papi covered her mouth and chuckled softly.

The sky outside the window is getting whiter and whiter; it looks like it's about to snow.

As noon approached, the entire house was transformed. Holly bushes and gold and silver ribbons hung from the ceiling, and magically conjured snowflakes glittered on the luxurious and expensive Persian carpet. A large Christmas tree, brought by Sirius Black, blocked the family tree and was decorated with living elves. Even the elves on the foyer wall wore Santa Claus hats and beards.

“Isn’t it hilarious?” Sirius said with a grin, putting his arm around Miss Farley’s shoulder as he looked at the Santa hats on their heads.

Miss Farley's cheeks were flushed, as if she had drunk too much eggnog.

“I think Miss Farley is going to be promoted in rank,” Harry whispered to Vivi. “Perhaps one day you, as Minister of Magic, will have to call her Godmother?”

“When you’re at work, you should address people by their titles,” Vivi replied with a smile, giving Harry no chance to tease her. Incidentally, they also hung Christmas decorations on Walbug's portrait.

Walbuga was initially reluctant, but after seeing that it was Vivi who was dressing her up, she readily accepted.

In her words, Miss Grindelwald was incredibly fortunate to have dressed up and painted her portrait!
The house-elves prepared a sumptuous Christmas Eve feast, and everyone gathered together, not talking about anything unpleasant, but happily chatting about interesting things.

After dinner, Harry sat in the living room for a while before returning to his room.

squeak-

His door was opened, and the girls filed in.

"Tomorrow's the holiday!" Papiyas skipped up behind Harry, suddenly hugged him from behind, and asked, "What are you planning to give me?"

Harry really wanted to say, "Coach, that's a foul! You can't charge someone with a Quaffle!" But this wasn't Quidditch, and in Quidditch you can charge someone with a ball—of course, Pappy wasn't a Chaser.

“I can’t tell you in advance, Pappy, that’s the rule.” Harry reached behind Pappy and patted her waist.

“Okay.” Pappy let go of Harry’s arm and then hopped and leaped onto the huge bed.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, rolling around happily on the bed. "So comfortable, ah—"

Cassandra turned her face away, clearly showing her disgust.

Vivi looked at Papiyas with a smile, seemingly very fond of him.

“Oh, right,” Vivi said to Harry, “I’ve already talked to Gemma about it, and she… well, she seems a little happy.”

“I trust you to handle things,” Harry nodded and said.

When Harry woke up the next morning, he found his room piled high with gifts.

There were many gifts, but they were all for him alone. Although the other three girls were all in his room, the gifts were delivered to their respective rooms.

First was Vivi's gift, a statue of a small boy riding a fire crossbow and holding a princess's crown.

This little statue instantly transported Hallelujah back to Christmas 1888.

It was around that time that he first met Vivi and helped her out of a difficult situation.

Harry chuckled and noticed that the statue was baring its teeth in response, looking rather comical.

He loved the gift and placed it in the most prominent spot on his bedside table.

Then came Cassandra's gift—another robe. He couldn't resist leaning in to smell it; it was filled with Cassandra's delicate fragrance.

Well, no need to think about it, it's secondhand clothes again.

They're all marinated to perfection.

He put the clothes on the bed and opened Pappy's gift.

Papbi's gift was a copy of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" that she helped revise, and a unicorn tail hair, which she probably produced herself.

"Pretty good," Harry smiled and put the gift aside.

Anne's gift was a cardigan she had knitted herself to wear with the shirt underneath her school uniform. It didn't have the "H" letter Mrs. Weasley would knit, but the gold and red color scheme was classic and pure Gryffindor.

Sirius and Lupin gave Harry a beautiful set of books: "How to Be a Real Seeker," which included colorful animated illustrations of various feints, especially the "Lonski feint," which was illustrated with Viktor.

Harry flipped through the book and seemed quite pleased with the gift.

Despite his talent in finding the ball, it's still far from enough.

Harry is quite modest in this regard, believing that one should never stop learning.

Hagrid gave him a fur wallet with sharp teeth, presumably for security, but Harry thought there was a chance his fingers would be bitten off if he put money in it.

This wallet... well, it looks quite interesting. I wonder if if this wallet were enlarged and thrown, it would have a similar effect to biting cabbage?

I definitely want to try it when I have the chance!
Hermione's gift was a small model of a fire bolt, which Harry watched fly around the room and was extremely pleased with.

Ron gave him a big box of Beans of Flavor, while the Weasleys' gifts were hand-knitted sweaters and meat pies with a big "H" drawn on them.

It's worth noting that this time, not only does Harry have one, but also Vivi, Cassandra, Papiyas, Anne, and even Sirius Black has one.

Kreacher sent a very ugly drawing, which Harry suspected was drawn by the old elf himself.

He opened all the gifts and looked at them, then sorted them into categories. He heard Sirius Black singing "God bless you, happy Animagus" outside the door, and walking downstairs with a clattering sound behind him.

It sounds like the sound of Miss Farley's high heels.

Oh, no wonder Sirius is so happy.

"Unwrapping presents?" Vivi asked with a grin, jutting her head over Harry's shoulder.

“Yes.” Harry nodded, taking out the sweater that belonged to Vivi: “Here, this is from Mrs. Weasley—V stands for you, Vivi…”

“What a beautiful sweater.” Vivi looked at the sweater with satisfaction. “Did Mrs. Weasley knit it herself? I love it.”

“Of course,” Harry said to her with a smile. “When I was in my first year, I was quite surprised when I received a sweater from Mrs. Weasley for the first time—but ever since then, Mrs. Weasley has knitted me the same sweater every year.”

(End of this chapter)