Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 441 Vivi's New Home, and Her Desire to Replenish Mana

That's certainly true. After all, the United States is a vast country, ranking fourth in the world in terms of area.

Trying to pinpoint Voldemort's exact location in such a vast country is like finding a needle in a haystack.

If they are truly determined to hide, there's really no way to find them.

Moreover, the combined strength of Voldemort and Lanlock would be difficult even for Dumbledore to handle. If they wanted to find Voldemort quickly in America, they would need to mobilize a large number of wizards—but here's the problem: Harry and his friends knew Lanlock's abilities very well; even they had difficulty lurking around Lanlock back then.

If those scout wizards are discovered by Voldemort and Lanlock, will they be able to defeat the two of them?

Ordinary wizard: Huh? I'm fighting Voldemort?
real or fake?

How many dishes are there, and you're drinking like this?

"What should we do then?" Papbi asked, looking clueless.

“For now, all we can do is wait,” Vivi said, squinting. “When Harry dreams again, we can use memory replay to replicate his dream, and then search for the terrain on the Muggles’ military satellites…”

“If it were Europe, that would be fine, but what about the United States?” Harry countered. “Do you think the Magical Congress of the United States would allow you access to American military satellites?”

“That is a problem.” Vivi’s eyes flashed. “But if the Magical Congress of America doesn’t know its place, I think it’s necessary to show them the true strength of old Europe! Otherwise, these people will be influenced by the Muggle world and won’t know their own limitations.”

“I still don’t recommend going to war with the Magical Congress of the United States so hastily,” Cassandra said, sitting down next to Vivi. “This is a big deal, Grindelwald. We should come up with a reasonable contingency plan and submit it to the think tank for analysis of the pros and cons.”

"So you don't object to war, right?" Vivi asked with a half-smile.

Cassandra's eyelids immediately drooped.

“I think you’re right, some people really need to recognize their own limitations,” she said. “It’s time to teach these arrogant nouveau riche a harsh lesson!”

Harry felt a little unsure of what to say.

Why are these two Slytherins so belligerent?

“Anne, what do you think?” He turned to look at the only gentle and virtuous Slytherin woman.

“I think they’re right,” Anne said very seriously.

have to.

Oh, I forgot, this girl is also a woman from the Salu family.

The strength of the Saru family is self-evident.

Even though she appears gentle and refined, she is actually not someone to be trifled with.

"Have you calculated how many people will be attending tomorrow's class reunion?" Vivi suddenly asked.

"There are twelve classmates, right?" Harry said uncertainly. "I think there are twenty people in the group, including Professor Garrick and us..."

“Hmm.” Vivi pondered for a moment, then said, “Let’s go back to Number Thirteen Grimmauld Place tonight. I’ve already had the renovations done there, but we haven’t gone to see it yet. Shall we go take a look together?”

"Okay," everyone nodded in agreement.

Vienna has a key to the door leading to England, which was made for convenience; it's a stove hook-like thing.

The five of them held hands. Vivi turned around and asked, "Are you all holding on tight?"

"Caught it."

As soon as she finished speaking, Vivi picked up the stove hook.

Harry, who was standing at the end of the line, happened to scratch his nose. He only came to his senses in astonishment when the four girls disappeared from his sight.

I haven't gotten on the bus yet!
Left with no other choice, he had to use Intercontinental Phantom to travel to number 13 Grimmauld Place.

After all, it's a humanoid magic stone, so it doesn't care about this little distance at all.

He had never been to number 13 Grimmauld Place, so he could only go to number 12 first.

When he pushed open the door to number twelve and walked out, Vivi was already standing in front of him.

"They actually let go of my hand," she muttered to herself.

"My nose itches..." Harry said somewhat awkwardly, "I just reached up to scratch my nose and you grabbed the door key..."

"Alright, alright, let's go in." Vivi smiled and pushed Harry's shoulder, ushering him into number 13 Grimmauld Place.

Stepping into the foyer, one is greeted by intricate dark green floor tiles, inlaid with abstract patterns of the Grindelwald family's iconic Deathly Hallows and a phoenix—the phoenix not originating from Dumbledore's Fawkes, but from Vivi's phoenix, Fiona.

But if it were Gellert who did the renovation, the phoenix could indeed be interpreted as a silhouette of the Fox.

The wall next to it was covered with dark olive green wallpaper with subtle dark gold patterns, giving it an understated yet luxurious feel.

A huge chandelier made of crystal and black iron hung from the high ceiling, its candle-shaped bulbs emitting a warm and soft yellow light.

Vivi pushed Harry into the living room.

The first thing that catches the eye is the rustic yet grand fireplace, in which an inextinguishable magical flame, leaping like a fierce fire yet incredibly gentle, burns.

On the stove stand several oddly shaped silver instruments, some slowly emitting smoke, others with stars moving inside.

Instead of portraits, several somber yet powerful symbolist oil paintings hung on the wall.

In a glass display case, a flying broom made a century ago lies quietly; at the tip of the broom hangs a silver-white princess crown.

This immediately transported Harry's memories back to Vienna a hundred years ago.

Harry rode this very broomstick to help Vivi remove the princess crown that those bad girls had hung on the tree.

In one corner of the room, an old-fashioned gramophone was playing excerpts from Schubert's "Winterreise" through a huge brass horn, the sound carrying a hint of ancient noise, as if it had traveled from a hundred years ago.

Being an old Austrian, he always enjoys listening to this piece.

“How impressive…” Harry murmured.

He fell in love with the house almost immediately.

After being reshaped by Vivi’s will and aesthetics, the entire No. 13 Grimmauld Place perfectly showcases the elegance, weight, and mystery of 19th-century aesthetics, as well as a calm luxury that controls everything.

"Only someone with Grindelwald's aesthetic sense could design a house like this."

Although Cassandra said this, the envy in her eyes was impossible to hide.

It has to be admitted that Slytherins may all share a similar aesthetic. “The bedrooms are all on the second and third floors,” Vivi introduced. “The third floor is our master bedroom, and the second floor is all guest rooms… I’ve set up some magic at the entrance to the third floor, so no one but us can go up there.”

“Of course,” Vivi said again. “There are four bedrooms on the third floor. You can sleep wherever you want, except for the one closest to the inside.”

“What about mine?” Harry immediately protested.

"Heh." Vivi suddenly turned her head away, her eyes turning into disdainful little beady ones: "Isn't it your own business whose room you want to sleep in?"

"This guy got off too easy," Vivi thought to herself.

Of course, Harry is going to be very tired tonight.

……

The next morning, Harry was still the first one to get up.

There's no way around it; that's just how the humanoid magic stone is. No matter how long it rests, it will always be fully restored.

He could have chosen not to rest, but it's just a habit.

They didn't get up until noon.

When Vivi entered the living room, the look she gave Harry was one of deep resentment.

"Have some milk." Harry picked up the milk from the table and handed it to Vivi.

Vivi took the milk, and as if she had thought of something, she glared at Harry fiercely, tilted her head back, and drank the milk in one gulp.

“The class reunion is this afternoon,” Harry said. “Imelda mentioned it in the group chat, so we need to get there early… The party is supposed to start at 3:30, but I think we can’t arrive right on time, can we?”

“We should just get there sooner,” Vivi said, yawning, sitting down next to Harry and then straddling his lap. “I think I’m out of magic again—”

You're lying. Your blonde hair is almost as bright as the sun, and you still say you don't have magic?

"Want some more?" Harry asked with a mischievous grin.

Vivi's face stiffened.

Then it opened its mouth and bit down hard on Harry's neck.

"Ouch, that hurts—" Harry said with a laugh. Vivi hadn't actually used any force; she was just joking around.

Vivi only let Harry go after she had given him three hickeys on the neck.

After laughing and joking around for a while, Vivi rolled off Harry and leaned back on the sofa to browse messages on her phone.

As the Minister of Magic, she certainly had a lot to do every day—after all, she had to deal with the affairs of so many countries.

"Is something the matter?" Harry asked with concern.

“Nothing much,” Vivi said with a smile. “Remember the meeting at Sirius’s wedding? The former Minister of Magic of Argentina has passed away, and his funeral is scheduled for the day after tomorrow. The various countries agreed to continue discussing the issues that were left unresolved at his funeral.”

"So, this is the legendary funeral diplomacy?" Harry asked curiously.

“Yes.” Vivi nodded seriously. “Actually, the former Minister of Magic of Argentina didn’t contribute much at all, and even caused more trouble… But there’s a saying that goes, his death is more valuable than all the contributions he made in his entire life, isn’t it?”

“Indeed,” Harry said, suppressing a laugh.

After sitting at home for a whole afternoon, around 2 p.m., the group boarded the Thestrals that had been prepared and headed to the party venue.

“I’ve always been curious why people like to use Thestrals to pull carriages,” Harry said from inside the carriage. “You see, Thestrals are animals that only those who have witnessed death can see. Isn’t that a bit unlucky?”

As he spoke, Harry looked out the car window at the Thestrals.

They have no flesh on their bodies; their black fur clings tightly to their skeletons, and every bone is clearly visible.

Its head resembled a dragon's head, with white, pupil-less eyes that stared unblinkingly ahead.

Wings sprouted from the bulge between the shoulder bones—large, black, and sturdy wings that looked like they belonged to a giant bat.

Pappy smiled and said to Harry, "There used to be people who thought that way. Superstitious people believed that these creatures were very unlucky and would bring all sorts of terrible disasters to anyone who saw them; they were considered bad omens."

"You should have learned about this in your magical creatures protection class, right? Thestrals are extremely intelligent animals, which makes them very useful. And they are incredibly loyal; once tamed, they will never leave their owner."

She paused for a moment, then added.

"Furthermore, Thestrals have an amazing sense of direction. Just tell them where you want to go, and they will take you there. Wizards are more practical than vague omens. After all, we are not all charlatans like Professor Trelawney."

“Indeed,” Harry nodded. “I think I’ve heard someone say that Professor Trelawney never travels in a Thestrals—she’s afraid of bad luck.”

When Harry uttered the word "ominous," he mumbled it in a strange, almost mystical way, mimicking Trelawney's mannerisms.

Anne, who had seen Professor Trelawney's appearance before, burst out laughing, but Cassandra's expression was far from pleasant.

Because she remembered Trelawney's grandmother, the prophet who had harshly rejected her.

"Are you still holding a grudge?" Vivi asked Cassandra, amused.

"Holding a grudge?" Cassandra asked Vivi, feigning confusion. "Why would I hold a grudge? Professor Trelawney didn't do anything to me."

Vivi chuckled and said, "Really? But I remember someone once went to be an apprentice to that prophet Cassandra..."

"Shut up!" Cassandra snapped, straightening her back and angrily saying, "I won't allow you to mention that person—" She then looked at Harry, "Did you show that philanderer that letter?"

"Uh..." Harry said somewhat guiltily.

Vivi shook her head and said, "I only found out about this because I saw Harry's memories. It's not Harry's fault—"

"Ha, you two are in cahoots!" Cassandra leaned back in her chair, sulking.

She was indeed very angry; it was the most destitute time of her life.

When Cassandra Trelawney kicked her out, the prophet even wrote her a letter full of sarcasm, showing her absolutely no consideration for her feelings.

And this letter actually came to the attention of her nemesis.

Even if Harry didn't show it to Vivi on purpose, it was still a bit hard for her to accept.

“I’m sorry, Cass.” Vivi reached out and took Cassandra’s soft little hand. “I didn’t mean to—you know, Harry wanted to practice the advanced version of Occlumency around that time, so I…”

(End of this chapter)