Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 437 Rocket Simo
You know what, this suggestion is actually quite reliable.

Competitive eating is one of the most popular activities among Muggles—of course, people only watch it out of curiosity; if they actually tried to be competitive eaters, they probably wouldn't be able to eat much.

But that doesn't stop people from enjoying watching it; even Master Bai likes to watch Old Man Zheng's mukbang (eating broadcast).

"Okay, I'll do as you say." Ron gave himself a pep talk. "I have to make a name for myself!"

“You need to get some digestive and weight-loss potions,” Harry suddenly started to tease. “I don’t want you to be as fat as my cousin Dudley, looking like a pig wearing a wig…”

Upon hearing this adjective, Ron's face turned a deep shade of liver.

After thinking it over, he decided to give up his dream.

“I suddenly realize that being a competitive eater isn’t for me,” he said sheepishly. “If I really eat myself into a pig wearing a wig, Hermione won’t want me anymore.”

Everyone burst into laughter upon hearing Ron's words.

January has passed by unnoticed, and February has quietly arrived.

As February arrived, the snow around the school melted, replaced by a chilly, damp atmosphere. Grayish-purple clouds hung low over the castle, and the continuous cold rain made the lawns slippery and muddy.

As a result, the sixth-grade students' first Phantom Class was moved from the playground to the auditorium, and it was scheduled for Saturday morning to avoid disrupting regular classes.

Harry and his classmates went into the Great Hall and found that all the tables were gone.

Rain pattered against the high windows, and the enchanted ceiling spun dimly overhead.

They gathered before McGonagall, Snape, Flitwick, Professor Sprout, and a small wizard, standing obediently and well-behavedly.

When Harry arrived, Professor McGonagall was clearly taken aback, her eyes clearly asking, "What are you doing here?"

It's no wonder Professor McGonagall was surprised, after all, Harry was a wizard who could use Apparition skillfully and didn't need to learn this spell at all.

"Good morning," said the wizard from the Ministry of Magic once the students had all arrived. "My name is Wickie Tykroth, and I will be your Apparition instructor for the next twelve weeks. I hope to help you prepare for the Apparition exam—"

"Malfoy, be quiet and listen to the lecture!" Professor McGonagall said sternly.

Everyone turned around, and Draco, his face flushed and sullen, walked away from Pansy Parkinson; they seemed to have been arguing quietly.

It is noticeable that Professor Snape seemed very annoyed, but this annoyance did not seem to be directed at anyone else, nor was it because Draco had violated discipline—it seemed to have another reason.

If Sirius were here, he would definitely be able to give a very accurate critique.

Like, very similar.

A Slytherin falls for a red-haired Gryffindor, and that red-haired Gryffindor also falls for another Gryffindor. This combination is just too much, isn't it?
Harry didn't think about it that way; he was just curious, but he didn't intend to investigate further, since it was someone else's privacy.

"By then, many of you may be able to take the exams," Tecros continued, as if he hadn't been interrupted. "As you may know, Apparition and Teleportation are generally not allowed on Hogwarts grounds. The Headmaster has specially lifted the spell, removing this restriction for one hour, just in the Great Hall, so you can practice. I want to emphasize that you must not Apparate outside the walls of this Great Hall; anyone who tries is unwise—now I want everyone to stand still, leaving at least five feet of space in front of them."

Chaos erupted in the auditorium as students scattered, bumping into each other and urging others to leave their own areas.

The deans walked among the students, helping them arrange their seats and mediating disputes.

"What are you doing here?"

When Professor McGonagall came up to Harry, she looked up and asked.

“I’m here to check on their progress, Professor,” Harry replied with a smile, “and to correct some of their mistakes after class… You know, Professor, we have an organization after class called the ‘Duel Hut,’ where we sometimes get together when we don’t have classes to practice our spells.”

Upon hearing Harry's words, Professor McGonagall's face showed an approving expression.

“Very good, Potter,” she nodded. “You did a great job.”

After saying that, she reached out and patted Harry on the shoulder, and continued to check the preparations of the next person.

After the deans finished their inspection, Tykros thanked them and then said, "Now..."

He waved his wand. Instantly, an old-fashioned wooden circle appeared on the ground in front of each student.

"When using Phantom Manifestation, the most important thing to remember are the three 'Ds'!" Tecros said, "namely, Goal, Determination, and Composure!"

All three words begin with the letter "D", so there are three "D"s.

Harry found this wizard quite interesting; he talked like an old sow wearing a bra—one sentence after another.
However, what they said did make a lot of sense.

“Step one: Focus your attention on your goal,” Tekros said. “Right now, focus your attention on the wooden circle in front of you.

Everyone was secretly looking around to see if anyone was staring at the wooden ring, and then quickly did as instructed.

“The second step,” Tykros said, “is to take over the space you desire! Let the desire to enter overwhelm every smallest part of your body!”

Harry sat on a chair at the back of the Great Hall, watching everyone standing there, trying their best to imagine—he noticed that Draco's expression looked like he was straining to have a bowel movement, while Ron's expression looked like he was trying hard to hold it in…

He held back, finally managing to suppress the urge to laugh out loud.

That's not a good idea. After all, we're all friends and family, how can we laugh at them?

“Step three,” Tyroth shouted, “After I give the order… spin in place to enter a void state, and move calmly! Now listen to my commands… one—two—three!”

Suddenly, the Great Hall was filled with swaying people. From Harry's perspective, it looked as if everyone was drunk and acting crazy.

Neville lay on his back on the ground, while Ernie leaped into the wooden hoop with ballet-like movements, excited for a moment until he saw Dean laughing at him.

“Hey, Ernie,” Harry called out, giving Ernie a thumbs-up as Ernie turned around.

Ernie, who was initially annoyed by Dean's mockery, suddenly became happy.

Being able to gain Harry's approval proves that one's performance was indeed good.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Tecros said somewhat dryly, as if he didn’t expect any better results. “Set up the wooden rings and stand back in their original positions…” The second attempt was no better than the first, and the third was just as bad.

It wasn't until the fourth time that something exciting happened—someone let out a terrible scream, and everyone turned around in horror to see Susan Burns of Hufflepuff swaying in the wooden hoop, her left leg still five feet away from where she had been standing.

"Oh……"

Harry put his hand to his forehead; this scene was just too bloody.

He remembered that a hundred years ago, when everyone was learning Apparition, such a scene had never happened before...

The deans immediately rushed forward to help Susan put her leg back on, but it was clear that she was now terrified of Apparition.

"Thank goodness you didn't lose your head," Ron whispered to Seamus. "Be careful when you Apparate, don't create any explosions. If you get hit, fine, but if I get hit, I won't let you get away with it even as a ghost!"

“Oh, get lost, Ron.” Seamus rolled his eyes. “Even if you created an explosion effect, I wouldn’t do this…”

So you can't be too sure of what to say. On the sixth attempt, Simo suddenly shot out like a rocket, his rear end accompanied by a blast of air from the explosion.

"Accio!"

Harry suddenly stood up and held out his hand to Seamus.

Seamus thus avoided the misfortune of flying off the ceiling, and as he landed, he hurriedly thanked Harry.

While thanking him, he didn't forget to complain about Ron's bad luck.

“Look, if Ron hadn’t cursed me, how could I have flown away?” Seamus clicked his tongue. “But this experience is really novel. I need to find that feeling properly… You don’t know, Harry, this feeling of flying is much more exciting than riding a flying broomstick. It’s like I am the flying broomstick—what do you think this spell should be called if it were developed? Firebolt? Or Transform into Firebolt?”

“You’re expecting Firebolt to come after you for royalties.” Harry rolled his eyes. “You might as well use some Muggle names, like Rocket or Missile, and you’re sure you won’t get sued. I remember there’s a missile that’s really popular in Britain right now, called Trident. It’s faster than the speed of sound. You could use that name, and I’m sure the British military won’t come after you for royalties.”

"Really?" Seamus asked suspiciously, feeling that the suggestion was not very reliable.

“You’re a wizard, and they’re Muggles,” Harry replied simply. “But you need to make sure the spell is safe before you use it, otherwise if you accidentally blow your thigh off, no one will dare to use it.”

Seeing Seamus hesitate, Harry gave him a boost of confidence.

“Let me put it this way, Seamus,” Harry patted him on the shoulder, “the wizards are lacking a good flying charm, aren’t they? A displacement charm other than Apparition. I remember Voldemort had a flying charm, but that’s dark magic… If you could develop a flying charm, I think the Order of Merlin would definitely give you a medal.”

Believe it or not, Simo really got into it.

He said enthusiastically, "Alright, I'll study this new spell carefully... But could you keep an eye on me while I'm testing it? I'm afraid of dying..."

“Of course,” Harry laughed. “Besides me, I’ll have everyone in the Duel Hut come along. And of course, Lavender too; she needs to see your amazing work of developing a new spell, doesn’t she?”

This was just a minor incident; in the next test, Ron finally succeeded.

but……

Half of his hair was gone.

Seeing that his teaching had finally yielded results, Tykros walked over with a bright look in his eyes and clapped his hands vigorously.

"Well done, sir—"

“Weasley, Ron Weasley,” Ron said, touching his hair tenderly.

“Well done, Mr. Weasley!” Tykroth said, genuinely applauding. “There aren’t many young wizards as talented as you—may I give this student extra points?”

“Of course, Mr. Tykroth,” Professor McGonagall said with a smile.

"Then, I'll add twenty points to your college's score." Tykros patted Ron on the shoulder. "Keep it up, kid!"

Ron was still preoccupied with his hair loss and didn't even notice the extra points—he felt his forehead was starting to bald.

"What do you call this?" Draco sneered. "I've gone bald, and I've become stronger?"

“Oh, shut up, Malfoy!” Ron retorted angrily.

“Let’s get some hair growth serum,” Hermione said, walking over. “Madam Pomfrey should have some… It’s not like we’re shaving all our hair off, just a patch. It can grow back, can’t it?”

Ron had figured it out by then. He lowered his hand from his hair, sighed, and said, "Okay, after class, I need to go to the school clinic. Would you like to come with me, Hermione?"

“Okay,” Hermione nodded.

They tried three more times, but apart from Ron, no one else was able to successfully use Apparition again, and of course, no one was as unlucky as Susan who lost her thigh in the process.

After the course ended, Tykros was still smiling as he said goodbye to everyone, reminding them to keep in mind the 3D principle.

Before leaving, the deans solemnly warned against practicing Apparition alone in private—although the school was once again shrouded in anti-Apparition restrictions, the deans still felt it necessary to send out the warning.

What if some reckless student goes to Hogsmeade to use it?
After the deans left, the students followed them out of the auditorium, some heading to the courtyard, others to the common room.

Harry planned to go outside for some fresh air, but after sitting outside for a short while, Ron nudged Harry with his elbow, signaling him to look to the side.

Harry looked in the direction Ron was pointing and saw Lavender and Seamus performing standing wrestling without any attempt to hide from people.

The two of them were like conjoined twins, passionately kissing.

"This restless youth..." Harry said with emotion.

Why don't these two ever try to hide from people?

The impact is extremely bad!

(End of this chapter)