Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 393 Snape's House

Actually, Harry and Dudley had a pretty good relationship. Ever since he enrolled at Hogwarts, Harry would often send Dudley some snacks from the wizarding world when he had free time, and Dudley would also have Hedwig bring back some Muggle snacks.

It was tough on Hedwig; she had to carry a lot of things when she went there, and she had to carry quite a bit back.

Harry always believed that even if he hadn't gone back a hundred years, he wouldn't have ended up having a major falling out with Dudley.

This wasn't just wild speculation. In fact, in that parallel world he hadn't visited a hundred years ago, they still kept in touch after they each got married. Harry and Dudley would exchange Christmas cards, and Harry would sometimes bring his children to visit him.

At this time, Harry's children would play with Dudley's children, while their father sat quietly to the side.

"How did you come up with the idea of ​​boxing?" Harry asked, crossing his legs. "I forgot to ask you when I wrote back to you last time."

“Seriously, bro.” Dudley sat on the sofa, opened a Coke for himself, thought for a moment, then handed it to Harry, picking up another can for himself. “Sometimes I think I’m pretty stupid—bullying kids, haha, including you, but actually I realized it doesn’t make any sense. Bullying others doesn’t bring you any real happiness; it just exposes your inner weakness. A few years ago, you should know, my so-called ‘friends’ and I used to hang around the streets, vandalize public property, and scare kids… Then I suddenly felt there was no point in doing that. You’ve become such a great wizard at Hogwarts; I should make some changes too…”

"Then, I took boxing classes at Smetin High School. After a few classes, I found it wasn't bad, so I continued." Dali concluded, "Boxing makes me feel very pure, and I feel that this is how one finds the true meaning of life."

You've also entered the Dao through martial arts, haven't you?

“I hope you’re not using your boxing skills to bully anyone right now,” Harry said with a shrug.

“There are bullies too, but not like the ones you did before.” Dali put down the Coke can. “I usually choose to bully people like I used to. You know what, it feels really good.”

"Awesome," Harry said sincerely, giving a thumbs up.

"How are you?" Dudley picked up the Coke can again and asked, "I remember you have a pretty girlfriend, right? When are you planning to get married? Is it after graduation?"

“To be honest, I haven’t thought about it yet.” Harry pondered for a moment, then smiled and said, “But I need to correct you, it’s not a pretty girlfriend.”

"Huh?" Dali didn't react.

“There are four,” Harry said, spreading his hands.

Dali instinctively clenched his fist, squeezing the Coke can so hard it made a loud cracking sound.

He glared at Harry through gritted teeth, and after a long while, he finally managed to squeeze out, "You bastard!"

Finally, Dudley lowered his head amidst Harry's smug laughter.

"Mom also said she's going to give your girlfriend some nice things when you get married. Looks like she's going to have to spend a lot of money this time."

"Hahaha..." Harry laughed heartily, looking up at the sky.

Dudley clenched his fists instinctively when he saw Harry's arrogant demeanor.

If he weren't outmatched by Harry, he would have definitely stepped in to teach him a lesson.

So fucking infuriating!

No, what gives him the right?!
Harry stayed at the Dursleys' house for a while longer before finally leaving No. 4 Privet Drive amidst Dudley's complicated gaze.

It was past 10 p.m. when I got home.

As Harry tiptoed into the bedroom and turned on the light, he saw a beautiful figure from behind.

It's Vivi.

"Why are you only getting back now?" she asked, looking at the moon outside the window.

“I went to Privet Drive.” Harry wasn’t guilty at all; he hadn’t gone out to fool around. “When you get older, you like to reminisce, so I went to number four Privet Drive. My cousin Dudley happened to be there, so I chatted with him for a while.”

"is it?"

Vivi turned her head, sniffed Harry's clothes, and nodded after a moment, agreeing with Harry's statement.

"You don't smell like other women, so you pass."

A cold sweat involuntarily trickled down Harry's back.

This woman is dangerous...

"Oh, right," Harry quickly changed the subject, "there was a little incident during this trip to Downing Street."

"What little incident?" Vivi sat on the bed, crossing her legs high.

Harry noticed that Vivi wasn't wearing her shoes properly either; instead, she was wearing her high heels up to her toes, wobbling back and forth.

It's kind of alluring.

He swallowed hard, then said, "It's nothing major. Voldemort led a raid on 10 Downing Street and just happened to run into Sirius and me there."

"What did you say?" Vivi asked, somewhat taken aback.

She thought about it for a long time, but still couldn't figure out who gave Voldemort the courage.

Should we raid 10 Downing Street? Or should we do it while Harry is there?
This is tantamount to suicide.

Perhaps the intelligence was false? Who deceived Voldemort?
Harry repeated himself, then said, "Six Death Eaters were caught, including Bellatrix Lestrange, who tormented Neville's parents... the one you transformed into with Polyjuice Potion when we went to Gringotts."

After a moment's thought, Vivi remembered who Bellatrix was.

That crazy woman...

“Sirius has brought them to the Ministry of Magic,” Harry added. “According to the Ministry’s rules, they are to be given a Dementor’s kiss.”

“They deserve this punishment,” Vivi said with a smile, then lifted her toes, her high heels clattering to the floor.

Then, a little foot hooked onto Harry's leg and kept scratching at him with its toes.

"Ahem." Harry coughed twice to cover his embarrassment.

"What?" Vivi looked up, her captivating eyes innocently meeting Harry's. "We've been together for so long, are you still shy?"

“No, not at all.” Harry coughed twice more. “It’s just… well, I suddenly remembered what I was saying to my cousin earlier, haha…”

"What did he say?" Vivi asked curiously.

“I won’t tell you,” Harry replied with a grin.

However, Vivi used a spell to pin him to the bed.

……

The next morning, Harry called Neville.

Neville was clearly still in bed; in the hologram, his eyes looked half-closed.

"What's wrong, Harry?" Neville asked groggily. "What time is it?"

“Seven o’clock in the morning…” Harry finished speaking, glanced at his watch, and then corrected himself, “It’s fifteen minutes to seven.”

“Good heavens!” Neville was instantly wide awake. “Is something urgent that you’re calling me so early?” “Nothing important, just some good news, Neville.” Harry didn’t keep him in suspense and went straight to the point: “You remember Bellatrix Lestrange, the one who led the group that tortured your parents, escaping from Azkaban, right?”

"Of course I remember."

The mere mention of that name made Neville grit his teeth.

Even if Neville were to turn to ashes, he would still recognize that name.

"What? You caught her?" he asked.

“Yes,” Harry said solemnly to Neville. “Yesterday I arrested her myself at 10 Downing Street. The Ministry of Magic has decided to punish her with a Dementor’s Kiss. ​​Of course… if you want to witness her execution, I’ll talk to Sirius.”

“Of course I’ll go see it,” Neville answered without hesitation. “When will she kiss him with the Dementors? I’ll definitely be there with Grandma to watch!”

“Okay, I’ll let you know in advance,” Harry said to Neville. “Sirius just brought them back to the Ministry of Magic last night. They still need to go through trial and other proper procedures before they can be sentenced… but we can expedite things for her.”

“Thank you, Harry,” Neville said earnestly.

"No need to thank me, it's what I should do," Harry said with a chuckle.

After hanging up the phone, Harry went to the restaurant to eat.

Today, breakfast wasn't cooked by Kreacher, but by Anne.

Anne's cooking is pretty good, at least that's what Harry thinks.

After dinner, Harry planned to go to Hogwarts to find Dumbledore and talk to him about Voldemort.

However, when he arrived at Hogwarts, he found nothing.

"Albus is on holiday in Vienna," Professor McGonagall told Harry.

Harry then remembered that someone had mentioned this before, saying that Headmaster Dumbledore was on vacation in Vienna.

It seems he hasn't returned from Vienna yet. Is he too busy enjoying himself in England to think about it?
Voldemort has been on the run since last night. He was still in the Forbidden Forest last night, but today he has already reached the direction of Egypt.

You could tell he was terrified.

It wasn't that Harry didn't want to chase after him, but last night, the green marker had been moving erratically and at high speed, making it impossible for him to pinpoint Voldemort's exact location.

It must be admitted that Voldemort was indeed a master when it came to escaping.

No one valued life more or feared death more than him.

Harry planned to wait until Voldemort settled down before going to his door. For now, he wanted Voldemort to think that he had escaped and that he could have a few days of peace.

No rush, let's play around with him.

Anyway, it will take half a month for the green mark to disappear.

"Are you free now?" Professor McGonagall asked Harry. "If you're not in a hurry to go to Vienna to see Dumbledore, I'd like you to go to Severus's house and get some potions for me."

Harry readily accepted Professor McGonagall's request, since he didn't have anything urgent to do anyway.

After dinner last night, Snape left Grimmauld Place.

It just so happens that he has never been to Snape's house before, so taking advantage of this commission to pay a visit is a good option.

Snape's home was in Spider's End Alley, a run-down suburb of Kirkworth.

The town is situated on the banks of a polluted river, filled with dilapidated houses, abandoned factories, and broken streetlights.

It's clear that Snape's family wasn't well-off when he was a child.

Harry's mother, Lily Evans, also lives in the city; her home is very close to Spider's End.

His aunt Penny once told him that Snape had known Lily since they were children.

Before Christmas in their first year, Aunt Petunia sent them some photos, including one of Snape and Harry's mother as children.

Harry speculated that the two must have lived relatively close to each other, otherwise they wouldn't have known each other at such a young age.

Harry planned to take advantage of this visit to see if he could get any information from Snape about his mother's childhood.

It has to be said that the smell of that sewage river was really awful. Even if Harry covered his nose, a stench could still seep into his nostrils through the cracks and wreak havoc inside his nasal cavity.

That alley was really too dirty and messy.

It does fit Professor Snape's character. Harry thinks that Professor Snape, who doesn't wash his hair, is indeed very suitable to live here—if he lived in such a clean and meticulous house like the Malfoys, Harry would find it strange.

Such a dirty head deserves such a clean home, right?

It needs to be presentable, but it doesn't have to be about appearances.

He arrived at Snape's house at the address given by Professor McGonagall.

"Bang bang bang."

Harry knocked gently on the door three times.

A moment later, the door opened, and Harry was met with a face filled with utter disgust.

“Potter…” Snape said disdainfully, “How did you get here?”

“Professor McGonagall sent me to fetch some potions.” Harry pursed his lips at Snape. “She has some things to take care of at school, so she sent me.”

Professor Snape didn't say anything, he just stared at him.

Snape finally spoke after he started to feel a little uneasy under his gaze.

He said slowly, "Come in."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and went into Snape's house.

As soon as Harry entered, he smelled an indescribable odor.

It's hard to describe... it really is hard to describe, it's like a mixture of countless strange and wonderful flavors.

It's not that the taste is bad, it's just that so many flavors mixed together are indeed a bit... hard to describe.

Snape's home was furnished much like his office, with all sorts of jars around him containing various potion ingredients, such as organs. Harry could even see a pair of eyes staring straight at him.

However, for a bachelor who had been single for many years, Snape's home was still above average.

After all, people with similar styles may not have homes as clean and tidy as his.

“Sit in the chair and don’t move around,” Snape said to Harry, pointing to a chair. “I know you’re a little Gryffindor with a strong voyeuristic streak, but I still hope you can put aside that inappropriate voyeuristic desire and sit there quietly, understand?”

(End of this chapter)