Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 44 Please call me senior, Principal!

"Compared to this, mate." Ron said, "Today is Saturday, and Snape requires you to go to his office for detention every Wednesday and Saturday - I don't think you should go. I mean, what if, what if he really wants to do something to you?"

"Don't worry, it'll be okay," Harry said to his two worried friends.

That evening, Harry came to Snape's office as promised.

He did not come here on his own, but was brought here by Filch, although he repeatedly claimed that he was invited by Professor Snape.

How could a Gryffindor be invited by the Slytherin head of house? Filch almost laughed his teeth off.

What Filch didn't expect was that Harry not only didn't lie, but instead deliberately let him find out - after all, Harry just wanted to find someone to accompany him on the road and relieve his boredom.

Filch's quality was not very high, and Harry's tongue was very sharp. Just a few sarcastic words made Filch choke and become furious.

"If it were a few decades ago, you would have been beaten to pieces in the dungeons!" Filch cursed viciously.

Harry retorted: "If it was a hundred years ago, you wouldn't even be qualified to stand in front of me and talk to me!"

Filch became even angrier, but he had no way to punish his classmates, so he could only take Harry to Snape's office angrily.

"Professor." Filch pushed Harry into Snape's office as if he was presenting a treasure. "I caught a Gryffindor student! He actually lied that it was you..."

"He's not lying," Snape said simply.

Filch was silenced as if he had swallowed a fly, and looked at Harry in disbelief, then at Snape.

Harry ignored the two of them and looked around the office.

Snape's office was located in the dungeon of the castle, so the walls were dark and eerie.

There were many large glass jars on the shelves along the wall, with all kinds of slimy and disgusting things floating in the jars, such as animals and plants floating in different colored potions, embryos of various magical creatures, and even brains floating in jars.

"Have you seen enough, Potter?"

A greasy, dragging sound came from behind him.

"Yes, Professor," Harry replied.

Without further ado, Snape waved his wand, pulled out two small buckets, one empty and one full, and placed them in front of Harry.

"This is your homework today. Squeeze the slime from a Flobberworm - no magic allowed," Snape said slowly.

Harry looked down at the bucket of Flobberworms filled with cricket pupae, and when he looked up again Snape was already marking homework.

He clearly saw Snape's expression twitch slightly when he picked up Marcus Flint's paper, and then wrote a "D" on it.

Then he crossed out the "D" and changed it to a "T".

"T"?
Harry wondered doubtfully, aren't the grading at Hogwarts "Outstanding (O)", "Exceeds Expectations (E)", "Acceptable (A)", "Poor (P)" and the lowest grade "Dreadful (D)"?

In line with the principle of asking questions when you don't understand something, Harry asked, "Professor, what does that T mean?"

Snape didn't answer, but his quill moved across the paper, making a rustling sound.

Just as Harry sat down to deal with the Flobberworm, Snape's unique greasy voice rang out.

"Troll."

Harry shrugged. This answer wasn't all that surprising.

It seems that all Slytherins have this hobby, and Cassandra also particularly likes to call other Gryffindor students "trolls".

Wearing dragon-skin gloves, he squeezed the Flobberworms with ease, squeezed their mucus into a small jar, and then threw the caterpillars that had lost their dreams into another small bucket.

"Flobberworm, mucus is used to thicken potions." Snape's voice sounded above his head.

Harry didn't look up, for fear that the oil in Snape's hair would drip onto his face. "A sloppy way of handling it."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Snape's tone was not so cold anymore.

Then Harry was kicked out.

Standing at the door, Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

He had never doubted Snape in the first place, and after this confinement, he was even more certain that Snape did not want to harm him - at least he did not want his life.

If it was Professor Snape, he would definitely ask me about my well-being to put me down, or he would just attack me, Harry thought.

So... who is this person?
After walking a few steps, Harry noticed someone standing in front of him.

The man was wearing a robe decorated with stars and moons, and had a long white beard that reached down to his waist.

Looking up again, he saw Headmaster Dumbledore, who was looking at him with kind eyes, his half-moon spectacles flashing.

"Harry?" said Dumbledore. "Would you mind coming to the Headmaster's office and talking to me?"

No, you should call me senior, Harry thought idly.

But he did not forget to explain 'urgently': "Headmaster, it was Professor Snape who was keeping me--"

"Relax, Harry," Dumbledore said gently. "Severus told me about this, and I don't mean to take any points from Gryffindor - after all, there aren't many points left, are there?"

As he spoke, Dumbledore winked at Harry mischievously.

"Okay, let's chat. I have some questions for you too." Harry shrugged.

Dumbledore chuckled, turned around, and walked up the spiral staircase behind him.

Harry said nothing and followed closely.

He now has a lot of opinions about the principal.

During the Quidditch match, someone openly cursed the students of Hogwarts, and the headmaster was indifferent...

Just wait, what if Weiwei's time magic succeeds and she can travel to a hundred years later...

If she knew you had imprisoned her brother Gellert—

"Zizz Bee Candy."

Harry heard Dumbledore's voice and realized that he had followed Dumbledore to the door of the Headmaster's office.

The name of this candy should be the password to the principal's office. After Dumbledore said the password, the huge stone beast at the door moved aside, revealing a spiral staircase.

"Come in, Harry," said Dumbledore, and he walked in first.

Harry followed.

Pushing open the shiny oak door, the headmaster's office appeared before Harry.

Unlike the principal's office in my memory, the principal's office today is a spacious circular space filled with a cheerful atmosphere and various tiny sounds.

The table with long and thin legs was filled with all kinds of silverware, which emitted mysterious smoke, as if whispering ancient stories.

The walls are still covered with portraits of former principals, just like in the past.

They slept in their own frames, their snoring filling the air softly.

Only then did Harry realize that even though Phineas Black was the most unpopular headmaster in history, he was still the headmaster of Hogwarts and would have the same privilege of leaving a portrait at Hogwarts after his death!
Oh no, what if he recognizes me?
(End of this chapter)