Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 424 Old Classmate Reunion?
"Harry?"

The old woman stood up and looked at Harry with surprise.

Harry felt that the old woman in front of him looked very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen her before—no, she was right on the tip of his tongue, but he just couldn't remember her name.

“I really didn’t expect to see you at Horace’s party. It seems you are the surprise Horace was talking about,” the old woman said with a smile. “Oh… it seems you didn’t recognize me, but that’s alright… do you remember who taught you those Quidditch feints?”

Upon hearing this, Harry finally remembered who was standing in front of him.

Imelda Reyes, a Slytherin prefect, was an excellent flyer, and even Professor Furukawa, who taught flying at the time, greatly admired her.

It's worth noting that the serious Professor Furukawa rarely praises others.

It's easy to imagine just how exceptional Imelda's talent was in flying.

If Imelda hadn't been dragging Harry around, spending so much time soaring through the Quidditch pitch, Harry probably wouldn't have been so...
“Imelda!” he exclaimed in surprise, “My God, I never imagined you would…”

He suddenly stopped talking at this point.

That's a bit of an ominous statement.

“You’re still the same as before, unable to say anything nice,” Imelda said, but without any hint of blame or anger. “Let me see, is this Anne? I can’t believe you’re still so young…”

“Imelda.” Anne stepped forward and hugged Imelda. “I never expected to see you here. How have you been all these years?”

“It’s alright,” Imelda said with a smile. “My husband and I have been living in South America for a while now. A couple of years ago, I saw the newspapers talking about the upheavals in the European Ministry of Magic, and I knew then that you had succeeded.”

“Yes,” Harry said with a sigh, “who could have imagined that Vivi would become so amazing…”

“In fact, all of us Slytherins are aware of this,” Imelda said with a chuckle. “Even if she didn’t time travel, she would have achieved something in the end, we have no doubt about that—and as for you, Harry, you are a wizard who is no less capable than Miss Grindelwald.”

Harry scratched his head; he really didn't think he was as good as Vivi.

But clearly, that's what the Slytherins thought at the time—think about it, a wizard with exceptional talent, a young lady from a wealthy family in England who is in love with him, and more importantly, a wizard with a kind heart. It's hard to believe that such a wizard couldn't achieve great things, even if he's a Mudblood.

"And now?" Harry asked again, "Are you planning to settle down back in England?"

“Oh, yes, yes,” Imelda nodded. “We’ve decided to go back to England, instead of living in South America…you know, in those barren places, so far removed from civilization.”

When she said this, Harry could clearly sense the arrogance that Imelda exuded, a quality typical of old-fashioned Victorian England.

Even Victorian wizards couldn't help but puff out their chests when they spoke of the British Empire's vast territory.

At that time, the British Ministry of Magic, along with the Muggle community in Britain, held immense power and influence. At its peak, the British Ministry of Magic was far more powerful than the current European Ministry of Magic.

This also illustrates, from another perspective, just how powerful the Malfoy family was at the time.

Harry couldn't understand why the Malfoy family had become like this after only a few generations.

Could it be that each litter of weasels is worse than the last?
“That would be wonderful,” Harry said with a smile. “Do you still keep in touch with your old classmates? I think we could have a class reunion. It’s been so many years, and I miss everyone.”

“Some of them have passed away, but quite a few are still alive.” Imelda picked up a teacup. “If you would like to meet them, I will write to them and invite them to Hogwarts.”

“By the way,” Harry suddenly said, “why didn’t you apply to be the flying professor at Hogwarts?”

Harry had always had a problem with Mrs. Hooch, who taught flying lessons; after all, Neville would have been in a terrible situation if it weren't for her during his first year.

If Madam Huoqi were even slightly useful, she wouldn't be completely useless!

“Because I’m not in England, have you forgotten?” Imelda sighed. “But even if I wanted to be a flight instructor now, it would be too late. After all, I’m too old now and it’s no longer suitable for such a stressful and exciting activity as flying.”

At this point, Imelda looked somewhat wistful.

“I haven’t ridden a broomstick and flown around in the sky properly for over twenty years,” she said. “Ever since I fell off a broomstick more than twenty years ago, my grandchildren have refused to let me ride one…”

"Grandson...and granddaughter?" Harry swallowed hard.

“Actually, I also have great-grandchildren,” Imelda laughed heartily. “Speaking of which, next year will be the year they start attending Hogwarts—I never imagined that one day my great-grandchildren would be studying at Hogwarts alongside Harry Potter. It’s truly amazing…”

Imelda thought for a long time, then finally suppressed a laugh and said, "That's hilarious."

Harry's face immediately darkened.

Is it my fault for being young?
"By the way, how did you come to know Professor Slughorn?" Harry asked again.

“Horace was our junior from elementary school,” Imelda glanced at Harry. “Have you forgotten? There used to be this very lively little boy following us around, that was Horace—”

Now that you mention it, Harry does remember it.

Professor Slughorn didn't mention this—indeed, there was nothing to mention. Did he really have to take the initiative to say, "Hey senior, I was your little brother back then"?
Professors have their pride too, you know.

Their conversation was made without any attempt to hide it from Walpole, whose eyes were now shining, and who was writing down their conversation with great speed and efficiency.

Suddenly, a gasp came from the girl's side.

"Bloodni!" Wolper's expression suddenly turned stern as the vampire sidled up to the group of girls beside him, his eyes gleaming with hunger.

At that moment, Harry also drew his wand, seemingly ready to unleash a harmless little curse on the vampire at any moment.

“Here, have a pie.” Wolper said hurriedly, grabbing a pie from a tray of elves and stuffing it into Bloodny’s hand. He now understood perfectly well that the Harry Potter in front of him was none other than the god of death Potter from a hundred years ago.

If we don't get our vampire friends to behave, we might be cursed with some serious evil.

Do you like Grandma's big, bright red beads?
“Make him behave.” Harry said coldly.

Cold sweat beaded on Wolper's forehead. He quickly went to Bloodny's side and began to persuade him with a serious expression.

“I still think it’s incredibly decadent to bring a vampire to such a gathering,” Imelda said dismissively, glancing at the vampire, Bloodny. “How can a gathering of wizards be tainted by such a lowly creature?”

It's clear that Imelda, as a pure-blood wizard and Slytherin, dislikes non-wizards very much.

Her limit seemed to be accepting that Muggles could be planted in Hogwarts to study—but contact with non-wizards? That really made her feel uncomfortable from the inside out.

“Yes,” Harry remarked with a sigh, “Look at those girls, so interested in vampires. Don’t they know that vampires are extremely dangerous dark creatures?”

“You watch too many Muggle movies,” Annie added from behind.

Then she noticed that everyone's eyes were on her.

"You know all this?" Harry asked in surprise.

“Why can’t I know?” Anne chuckled. “Come on, I’ve been in the Muggle world with you too. Remember that movie we watched last Christmas? It was about a vampire love story… If you ask me, the movie cast those vampire actors who were too good-looking, which made many young girls unaware of how dangerous they really are. I even start to wonder, if a movie about the wizarding world were made in the future, and they cast a particularly handsome actor to play Voldemort, how many young girls would have their values ​​swayed by looks?”

“Uh,” Harry suddenly said, “to be honest, Voldemort was quite handsome, to be honest.”

“Look,” Anne said, spreading her hands, “perhaps that’s why so many Death Eaters follow him.”

This was an angle Harry hadn't considered, but it's true. In his first year, Voldemort dressed as a woman and still managed to attract so many Slytherin classmates who were willing to give their lives for him.

“Professor Slughorn certainly knows that,” Harry said with a smile, looking at Professor Slughorn sitting next to Imelda. “I’ve seen Voldemort’s memories—Professor Slughorn and I actually knew each other a long time ago, but only in Voldemort’s memories. I remember he also attended Professor Slughorn’s club and had a good relationship with the professor, even asking him for advice on Horcruxes?”

Professor Slughorn suddenly let out a deafening screech, coughing uncontrollably and looking at Harry with a horrified expression.

No, senior?
What do you mean by bringing this up now?
You want me to die?!
“Relax, Professor.” Harry laughed for a while, and Professor Slughorn had to laugh along. “Voldemort’s Horcruxes have all been destroyed by me and Dumbledore, so there’s no need to worry about them now. As for asking you questions, Professor, it’s nothing. After all, those who know me know that I’m actually a very good person at keeping secrets, aren’t I?”

“You’re right, Harry,” Professor Slughorn said, wiping his brow.

Just then, the aroma of sherry wafted over.

Without even looking up, Harry knew it was Professor Trelawney approaching.

Sure enough, in Harry's sight, Professor Trelawney, holding a wine glass, staggered over with a drunken, crab-like gait.

"Good evening, everyone."

She hiccuped as she spoke, her gaze quickly settling on Luna not far away.

I haven't seen you in class lately...

Harry knew that Professor Trelawney actually liked Luna, this "very talented child." Everyone else called her the crazy girl, but Professor Trelawney thought she had a unique eye for talent.

“Yes, I took Frenze’s class this year,” Luna said somewhat awkwardly. This was the first time Harry had ever seen an awkward expression on her face.

“Oh, of course,” Professor Trelawney chuckled drunkenly, his voice tinged with anger. “I like to call him a nag—you might think Professor Dumbledore would send that horse away, right? But no…we still have to share classes…it’s an insult, really an insult, you know…”

“It looks like Professor Trelawney is really drunk,” Harry whispered to Anne. “Come on, let’s think of a way to get her a good night’s sleep.”

With that, Harry and Anne stood up together and walked over to Professor Trelawney.

As Harry passed by her, he subtly moved his fingers, and Professor Trelawney suddenly yawned and slumped to the side.

Anne reacted quickly and caught Professor Trelawney before she fell.

“It seems the professor is asleep,” Anne said apologetically to Professor Slughorn. “She’s drunk too much; I can smell a strong odor of alcohol on her… Do you have a sofa here? Shall I help her over?”

“Over there,” Professor Slughorn said, pointing to a sofa not far away.

He actually couldn't really tolerate Professor Trelawney's complaints and nagging.

Just as Anne was tucking Professor Trelawney into the sofa, Professor Slughorn suddenly stretched out an arm, as if pulling Professor Snape out of thin air.

"Stop sneaking around, come and talk to us, Severus!" Slughorn said with a cheerful burp. "I bet you also really like gifted students like Harry, don't you?"

Professor Snape glanced at Harry indifferently, then suddenly laughed as if he had a terrible toothache.

“Yes, of course I ‘like’ Pat,” he said through gritted teeth.

“I like Professor Snape very much too,” Harry said with a smile to Professor Slughorn, adding in his mind, 'My Aunt Severus.'

Harry has always been quite adept at being sarcastic.

“Besides Harry, Gryffindor actually has some other gifted students.” Professor Slughorn glanced behind Harry again. “It’s a pity your inseparable best friend isn’t here—he’s Weasley, right? Molly and Arthur’s son. I think he’s quite talented in Potions class too.”

Who would have thought that upon hearing Professor Slughorn's words, Professor Snape's expression would be as if he had eaten two pounds of Flobber caterpillars.

(End of this chapter)