Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 362 He's obviously the emperor's grandson!

When they returned to Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, Vivi and Harry spoke on the phone.

The gist of it is that she spearheaded an international Quidditch school league between various magic schools, with each school able to send a team to represent them in the competition.

“…That’s basically the situation.” Vivi pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses. “This competition aims to promote exchanges between schools. The Triwizard Tournament has set a good precedent, and I think Quidditch can serve a similar purpose.”

“That’s great!” Harry said excitedly. “Quidditch, especially international school competitions, I think it’s going to be very interesting.”

“I’ve invited a total of twelve magic schools,” Vivi continued. “According to the competition rules, I plan to first divide them into several groups, then determine the winners within each group, and then hold an elimination tournament.”

“I think,” Harry suddenly said, “could we give them an extra chance to be resurrected during the knockout stage? After all, eleven magic schools are really too few…”

"How so?" Vivi pushed up her glasses, looking interested.

“Well…” Harry paused for a moment before saying, “In the knockout stage, there are winners’ brackets and losers’ brackets—the team with the highest points in the group stage will be placed in the winners’ bracket, while the team with the lowest points will not be eliminated directly, but will be placed in the losers’ bracket.”

"As for the teams that lose in the winners' bracket, they won't be directly eliminated, but will fall into the losers' bracket; the teams eliminated in the losers' bracket won't be so lucky, they will be directly eliminated - the final will be decided by the winners' bracket champion and the losers' bracket champion. What do you think of this schedule?"

After listening to Harry's suggestion, Vivi thought it over carefully and felt that it was perfectly acceptable to adopt it.

“That’s right.” Vivi nodded approvingly. “This would indeed extend the competition and determine the winner more fairly. I think it’s perfectly acceptable.”

“But…” Harry suddenly said, “what if Fudge doesn’t want Hogwarts to participate in this competition?”

“He will,” Vivi said confidently.

"Why are you so sure?" Harry asked suspiciously.

“I will give him a reason he can’t refuse.” Vivi smiled and said to Harry, “You don’t need to worry about the British Ministry of Magic. What you need to worry about now is forming a school team at Hogwarts… This is probably not an easy task for the four houses of Hogwarts.”

“Fine,” Harry said with a shrug.

The news quickly made it into the newspapers, and after it was published in the Daily Prophet, Angelina's letter arrived at number 12 Grimmauld Place that same evening.

"Oh, it's a letter from Angelina."

Harry received the letter during dinner and even winked at George.

George made a vomiting face, but still stuck his ear out in Harry's direction.

“Angelina wants me to lead the formation of the school team,” Harry said after putting down the letter.

George shook his head, picked up his sandwich, and said, “No, buddy—I think Angelina means that only if you take the lead in forming the school team will we Gryffindor players have a chance to be selected. If the Slytherins beat us to it, then we definitely won’t get a chance to play.”

"Is that so?" Harry placed the letter on the table noncommittally. "Then they've really got themselves killed!"

“Of course,” George and Fred said. “We can step down as batters. After all, we really can’t learn the Slytherin style. Although we don’t like having such opponents, having such teammates isn’t so bad.”

"Your standards are really flexible," Ron said, scoffing. "With those two gorillas, Crabbe and Goyle, how accurate do you expect them to be?"

“That’s true,” Fred agreed.

"But which schools are participating?" George asked.

“There are twelve magic schools in total,” Harry said with a shrug.

"Twelve?" Ron suddenly said. "Aren't there only eight magic schools in the world?"

“Oh, Ron.” Hermione shook her head beside him. “There are only eight known magic schools in the world, but some countries are unwilling to reveal where their schools are. At least in Seris, we still don’t know what the Seris School of Magic is called or where it is.”

“Oh, I actually know that,” Harry said to Hermione with a smile. “The magic school in Seris is called Jade Void Academy of Magic, located in the Kunlun Mountains.”

Professor Haoying brought this up with him during a casual chat.

"What about the other schools?" Hermione asked, maintaining her good habit of asking questions whenever she didn't understand.

“Oh, there are so many,” Sirius said, rattling off a list. “We know that there’s a Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the Pyrenees in southern France, while Durmstrang School is in Scandinavia; our Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is in Scotland, as everyone knows; the Soviet magic school was called Cordostadt… oh my bad, it should be called Russia now… As for Japan, their magic school is called the Magic Institute; and the Waggado School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in Africa is located on Mount Moon in Uganda; there’s also a magic school in South America called Castelobusch, located in Brazil… As for the magic school in North America, it’s called Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, in Massachusetts, USA.”

“In the same state as MIT,” Hermione said, uttering a phrase most people wouldn’t understand.

"How many more magic schools are there?" Fred asked excitedly.

“There’s also the Ganges Magic Academy in India, the Nile Magic School in North Africa, and the Babylonian Magic School in the Middle East,” Sirius replied.

"Looks like we've got something new to do at our new school." Fred and George exchanged a glance and high-fived. "Yay! Another new sales channel!"

Fortunately, Mrs. and Mr. Weasley did not stay at Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. If Mrs. Weasley had known that the twins were secretly making some amazing inventions, she would have given them a good scolding and confiscated all their assets.

“Then…” Hermione suddenly asked, “Do other schools also have four houses like Hogwarts?”

Upon hearing Hermione's question, everyone turned their attention to Sirius.

Of all the people here, Sirius is the oldest and has seen the most, so he can share his EXP knowledge with everyone from an elder's perspective.

The pseudo-elders like Harry, Cassandra, and Papbi don't count; they only lived around 1890 and weren't actually that old.

It's like some people who are young in age but have a high seniority.

Being a great-grandfather who is fifteen years old is not actually a strange thing.

“I know about Ivermony,” Sirius said, waving his fork. “Ivermony School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has four houses: Longhorn Serpent, Cat-Leopard, Thunderbird, and Pukki, representing Scholar, Warrior, Adventurer, and Healer, respectively.” “Because one of the school’s founders, James Stewart, was a Muggle, Ivermony has always considered itself the most democratic and inclusive magic school, and the only known magic school founded by non-magical people—whom they call Muggles.”

Sirius paused for a moment, then continued, "When a student enters the Ilvermony School of Magic, they are first led into the rotunda at the entrance of the castle. There are four wooden carvings here representing the four houses."

"As the new students lined up to enter the rotunda, the rest of the faculty and students watched from the circular terrace above. The new students stood in a circle against the wall and were called one by one to stand above the Gordi Knot, which was carved in the very center of the hall's stone floor. The four magical statues would then consider whether to admit the student to their respective houses. Their reactions varied."

The Longhorn Water Serpent Academy reacted by having the crystal embedded in its forehead glow; the Cat Leopard Academy let out a roar; the Thunderbird Academy's statue flapped its wings and took flight; and Pukchi raised his bow and arrow.

Sirius paused for a moment, then continued, "In very rare cases, more than one House statue will express a desire to recruit the same student. In such cases, the student has the right to choose. Even rarer is when all four Houses want to recruit the same student."

"Cool," Ron whistled. "Looks way better than our school just having one dirty old hat, doesn't it?"

“Oh, Ron.” Sirius shook his head regretfully: “You know, the Sorting Hat is older than the entire United States and Evamony School of Witchcraft and Wizardry combined. What you consider an ordinary Sorting Hat is a piece of history that Evamony envies but can never have.”

“Oh, the four thinnest books in the world, I know,” Harry said with a laugh. “The history of America is one of them.”

"What happens next?" Fred and George asked curiously.

Hermione said irritably, "And there are British cookbooks, German joke collections, and Italian war heroes!"

Upon hearing Hermione's answer, a burst of laughter erupted around the table.

“Well,” Sirius said, wiping away his tears, “I don’t want to make excuses for England on this point—look, we’re still eating Italian food, and look at these meatballs, oh my gosh!”

“If I had a choice, I definitely wouldn’t eat British food,” Ron said, straightening his shirt. “I’d rather go hungry.”

Harry glanced at Ron, thinking that Ron wasn't the only one who said that; Gareth had said it too.

Ugh.

Thinking about this, Harry couldn't help but compare Ron to Gareth in his mind.

Alike, so alike!

He's obviously a beloved grandson!

I wonder if Ron will say, "I'll look wherever Grandpa is looking," when he's taking a picture with Gareth's portrait.

"Huh?" Hermione suddenly asked, "I've always been curious why Hogwarts' food includes so many different cuisines? It's not just British food, it's food from all over the world..."

"For some reason long ago." Sirius said, glancing at his good godson Harry and then at Cassandra.

Harry and Cassandra exchanged a glance and smiled, everything understood without a word.

Speaking of which, there's a reason behind the food reforms at Hogwarts.

“Oh, whoever they are, and for whatever reason,” George and Fred said with a toast, “we should all thank them for saving us from the ravages of British cuisine—to the heroes!”

"To the heroes!" Everyone raised their glasses together.

Sirius put down his glass, wiped his mouth, and said, "Actually, British food isn't so bad. Apart from being a bit salty, spoiled, smelly, and fishy, ​​there's nothing really wrong with it."

“Indeed,” Ron agreed from the side.

As he spoke, Harry's crystal ball played pleasant music.

This was Harry's suggestion: when the crystal ball enters the call, it should play some music and vibrate.

“Draco’s,” Harry said, picking up the crystal ball.

He answered the phone.

"Harry!" Draco's excited upper body appeared on the crystal ball. "Have you heard? There's going to be an International Quidditch School League! Every school has to send a team, Harry! This is fantastic news!"

“That’s definitely good news,” Harry nodded. “Do you want to join the school team?”

"Of course I want to!" Draco nodded hastily, then suddenly remembered that he and Harry were both Seekers, so he said sullenly, "It's okay, I'll be your substitute. It's all the same no matter where you get the trophy. Being a substitute is great, I think being a substitute is great too."

"Oh, by the way," he added, "Montaël, the captain of Slytherin, asked me to ask you, what are your plans for selecting players for the Hogwarts Quidditch team?"

"Why are you asking me about this?" Harry smiled and said, "How can you be so sure that the decision is mine?"

Upon hearing this, Draco gave him an "Excuse me" look.

“No, Harry?” Draco spread his hands. “I really can’t think of anyone in this school who has the prestige to organize the entire school team and select from the four houses… Even Dumbledore might not be able to convince everyone.”

"Then why did you think of me?" Harry asked with a smile.

"Stop joking, buddy." Draco scoffed. "Anyway, we Slytherins have already decided to obey Mr. Potter's every choice."

Harry raised an eyebrow, not surprised that Slytherin had gotten the hang of it.

Slytherins, well, they're very good at knowing when to yield.

“Things aren’t settled yet,” Harry waved his hand dismissively. “We should wait until everyone elects a Quidditch team captain, what do you think?”

“Alright, Harry.” Draco didn’t insist when Harry didn’t respond. “Then I’ll write back to Monta and ask him to vote for you when he’s electing the captain of the Hogwarts Quidditch team.”

(End of this chapter)