Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 438 The Professor from a Century Ago
"Sigh, you two."

As Hermione passed by them, she patted them on the shoulder with her book in hand: "Keep your distance from people, thank you. There are first-year students here too, don't lead them astray."

When they separated, you could clearly hear the "pop" sound of the plunger being pulled out.

“Ugh.” Ron shook his head politely, “You two are just too…”

He searched for a long time but couldn't find a suitable adjective.

It's really disgusting.

These two seemed completely unaware of the inappropriateness of their behavior. It should be said that when a man and a woman fall in love and become inseparable, their IQ drops sharply.

Clearly, neither of them had particularly high IQs to begin with, and after this subtraction, there's not much left of their IQs.

As February turned into March, the weather remained largely unchanged, except for increased humidity and wind. A notice was posted on every common room bulletin board announcing the cancellation of the trip to Hogsmeade, much to everyone's displeasure, with Ron particularly resentful.

"It's my birthday! I've been looking forward to it!"

“Since I can’t go, I’ll just stay in the dorm and play on my phone,” Neville said nonchalantly. “Look, I recently downloaded a game called ‘Fruit Ninja’ from the App Store, it’s really fun…”

"Fortunately, besides the boring Apparition class, there's still my phone to play with." Ron immediately beamed with joy.

Not going to Hogsmeade isn't really a problem; you can still play on your phone, right?
After three lessons, the ability to manifest illusions was still difficult, except that a few people managed to split into multiple clones.

Draco finally succeeded in Apparition, and Hermione, Neville, and Seamus followed suit.

They were all members of the Duel Hut, and every weekend after class, Harry would explain the key points to them—he would break them down and knead them for them, almost feeding them the knowledge.

Lavender is also making good progress, after all, she is Seamus's girlfriend, and thanks to that, she can also attend Harry's classes with the tutoring program.

However, among most of the students, the sense of frustration was increasing, and there was a lot of resistance to Wicky Tycross and his three Ds, so they gave him a lot of nicknames, the most polite of which were Dog Fart and Shit Head.

On the night of February 28th, instead of sleeping, they played an online game called "Contra" together until midnight on March 1st.

"Happy birthday, Ron!" Everyone cheered at midnight.

Ron was a little touched. He rubbed his nose and said, "Thank you everyone, thank you—"

Fortunately, March 1st was a Saturday, so they didn't need to worry about classes, and Apparition classes were in the afternoon.

However, Apparition requires concentration, which means they can't stay up all night playing the game.

So, after wishing Ron a happy birthday, they all went straight to sleep.

When Harry woke up the next morning, he placed a bag next to Ron's head.

“Happy birthday, Ron.” He reached out and nudged Ron.

"Same to you, same to you," Ron mumbled sleepily.

“Great, Harry!” Ron exclaimed excitedly, waving the Quidditch goalkeeper gloves that Harry had given him.

"No problem," Harry said absentmindedly.

Today is the release day of the first generation of Philosopher's Stone, and many people managed to snag a new device—while his old classmate Imelda even created a group chat on a messaging app and invited them all in.

Harry is currently checking to see who his old classmates are.

While watching, he was still muttering to himself, "Gareth is such a useless thing, he can't even live to be a hundred..."

Ron didn't reply; he was busy unwrapping gifts, occasionally letting out a happy shout.

"This year has been a bumper year!" he announced, holding up a heavy gold watch with peculiar symbols around its edge and hands made of moving little stars. "Look what my parents gave me! Hey, I'm planning to become an adult again next year..."

"cool."

Harry glanced at Ron's watch and muttered something dry. He saw many familiar figures in the group, such as Natsa Honai, who was now the headmistress of Vargadu School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; Lucan Brightby, who was also alive... and Astoria Creechet of the Duel Staff, and Constance Dagworth of the Duel Staff, they were all there too.

Harry thought for a moment, then typed in the message.

"@All members, welcome to this... um, group chat, long time no see."

However, there was no reply after the message was sent.

He thought that everyone was probably busy, when he suddenly heard Ron ask him in his ear if he wanted some.
He looked up and saw the other person holding a box of chocolate crucibles, asking vaguely.

"Two, please." Harry held out one hand.

Ron tossed two large boxes into his arms: "They're pretty good. Chocolate-headed people like me love this stuff—my mom sent them to me."

Harry unwrapped the packaging, took out a chocolate crucible, and popped it into his mouth.

Mmm...it smells delicious.

"What are your plans for your birthday?" Harry asked while eating, having already closed the group chat.

“I haven’t decided yet,” Ron said, munching on chocolate. “I was originally planning to go to Hogsmeade with Hermione, but you know—Hogsmeade won’t let us go now. We’ll just have to take that boring Apparition class in the Great Hall, and we’ll have to worry about whether we can split into two…”

“You won’t have any problems with splitting into two parts,” Harry said with a laugh and a shake of his head. “So what are you planning to do now?”

"I haven't decided yet," Ron said honestly. "Hermione definitely won't play on her phone with me. You know what kind of person she is. If she could, she'd rather spend her whole life studying."

“That’s right.” Harry thought for a moment and realized that Ron was right; Hermione really was that kind of person.

He suddenly remembered Hagrid and suggested, "Why don't we go to Hagrid's place together? It's been a long time since we've seen him. What do you think?"

“Good idea,” Ron nodded eagerly.

When they came out of the dormitory, they found Hermione talking very seriously with a girl in the common room.

As they passed by, the girl took advantage of Hermione's distraction, made a face, and ran away.

Hey! Stop right there!

Hermione was furious and demanded that the girl stop, but she had already disappeared.

"You two." She turned around with an unfriendly expression, but softened when she saw Ron: "Ron, happy birthday."

"Same to you, same to you," Ron chuckled. "We're planning to visit Hagrid for our birthdays. What do you think? Are you coming along?"

“Of course I’ll go,” Hermione said with a smile, “but…” she hesitated again, “Won’t it be awkward to see Hagrid now…?”

“What’s so embarrassing?” Harry asked, somewhat puzzled. “You see,” Hermione said, “none of the three of us chose Protection of Magical Creatures, and Hagrid is a teaching assistant for that class…”

“Oh, that’s fine.” Harry shrugged. “Don’t worry, we’ll go together.”

They then called Seamus and Neville, and the five of them walked together toward Hagrid's cabin.

However, when they knocked on the door, they found that Hagrid was not inside.

Left with no other choice, Harry ran to Newt's tent and interrupted Newt, who was nursing a small animal, to ask, "Newt, have you seen Hagrid?"

“He’s in the woods,” Newt said without looking up, his eyes fixed on the little beast in his arms. “It seems something’s happened in Aragog. I was planning to go too, but Hagrid said those giant spiders don’t seem to welcome strangers, so I didn’t go with them.”

"Why don't you give him a call?" Tina said. "It probably isn't anything serious anyway."

“Okay.” Harry nodded and dialed Hagrid’s number.

When the call connected, Hagrid's irritable voice rang out.

"Hello? Oh, it's Harry. What's up?"

“It’s Ron’s birthday today,” Harry said. “I was planning to celebrate at your cottage… but since you’re busy, I’ll pass.”

“It’s nothing too urgent,” Hagrid said quickly. “Wait for me at the door, I’ll be right back—don’t worry!”

Harry hung up the phone, said goodbye to Newt and his wife, and went back to the front of the cottage.

"How is it?" Ron asked anxiously. "Is Hagrid with Professor Scamander?"

“He’s in the woods, he’ll be back soon,” Harry said, patting Ron on the shoulder. “Let’s just stand at the door and wait for a bit.”

She waited for more than ten minutes, until Hermione felt her feet getting a little cold, before Hagrid finally arrived.

He was wearing a bearskin coat today, and since he was already tall and strong, he looked even more like a brown bear standing upright.

“I went to the woods as soon as I got up!” he said, panting. “Aragok is getting sicker, and I’m reading to him—but it’s nothing urgent, he can hold on for a while longer… How about it, Ron, happy birthday.”

As he spoke, he pulled a strange object from his pocket and handed it to Ron.

“Take it,” he said. “This is… something I found in the Forbidden Forest. I don’t know what it’s for, but consider it your second birthday present.”

“Thank you, Hagrid,” Ron said sincerely—not only because of the second gift, but also because Hagrid had given him a handkerchief made of unicorn hair.

This thing... is extremely rare!

“We’re planning to have a party here,” Ron suggested, then asked, “But how’s Aragog?”

“It’s just natural aging, don’t worry, Ron,” Hagrid said with a cheerful laugh. “It’s lived for decades, aging is a slow process.”

With that, Hagrid stepped forward and opened the door to the cabin.

They went into the cabin and sat on the sofa.

Hagrid enthusiastically offered the rock-skin cakes, but everyone unanimously asked Hagrid to boil a pot of water before eating them.

This stuff tastes good, but it's just too hard.

This was certainly a perfect fit for Hagrid's teeth, a half-giant, but it was still a bit too much for these minors.

Even adults might not be able to bite into a rock-skin cake.

Think about it, why is it called "rock" skin pancake?

After the water boiled, everyone took out their small bowls and used spells to cut the rock cakes. You could even see sparks flying from the rock cakes under Harry's spell.

"How did you do that?" Ron asked in astonishment.

“Oh, I added some special effects,” Harry said with a smile. “You can try it too.”

They soaked the cut pieces of rock crust in a bowl for a while until they softened before enjoying them.

It tastes really good after being soaked until soft, with a milky aroma and a texture somewhat like a soufflé.

It must be said that Hagrid's craftsmanship is actually quite good.

"Has Mrs. Maxim contacted you recently?" Harry asked Hagrid curiously.

“Oh, yes.” Hagrid’s face suddenly turned red. “Olim asked me the other day if I had any plans to get married, and I think… I really should get married.”

“It really is time to get married,” Harry said. “Look, even Sirius is married…”

“Yes, he married that girl who's more than ten years younger than him.” Hagrid then sneered, “Damn, that's shameless!”

Everyone burst into laughter upon hearing Hagrid's words.

An old cow grazing on young grass...

That's not wrong. After all, he's the Minister of Magic. What's wrong with him dating a younger woman?
She was still the youngest member of the Slytherin Class of '87.

“Oh, right.” Hagrid pulled out the Philosopher’s Stone 1 tablet, which was about the same size as Harry’s cell phone in his hand. “Let’s exchange contact information—that latest chat app, it’s called something like Wizzchat, what a tongue twister.”

“But it’s really convenient,” Ron said with a smile. “Much more convenient than before. Now we can contact each other anytime, and even send all sorts of pictures and emojis…”

That's true. There are all sorts of news and mini-games inside. Steve is a genius; he managed to cram everything in, and surprisingly, it's not bulky at all.

Just then, Harry's phone finally rang.

It was Imelda. She said in the group chat, "Sorry, Harry, I just learned how to use this—I had to ask a staff member to help me create the group chat before..."

"I'm getting old, I can't keep up with the times," she said again.

Harry understood. It seemed that the other students in the group were probably in the same boat. It wasn't that they didn't want to reply, but that they hadn't seen the message, or that, like Imelda, they weren't yet familiar with using such a trendy gadget as a mobile phone.

Even young wizards need time to learn new things, let alone older wizards.

To Harry's surprise, someone he didn't expect suddenly joined the group chat.

[The eternally young Garrick has joined the group chat]

(End of this chapter)