Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 447 This is a good thing!
However, when Vivi heard Harry's words, the first thing that came to mind was not the things he had described.

Instead, she was wondering if this video website could help her improve her image in the public eye.
Or, to put it another way, could it become more popular on a global scale?

As expected of a politician, their political sensitivity is truly remarkable...

She picked up the magic phone on the table and said, "Miss Rozier, please come in for a moment."

A knock sounded, and then Miss Rozier pushed the door open and entered.

“Madam,” she said, bowing slightly.

“Harry,” Vivi looked up at Harry and said, “you and Ms. Rosier give a detailed explanation of the video website you mentioned.”

Harry seemed to have some idea of ​​what Vivi was planning, after all, he was a man who had been raised in the Malfoy family.

He organized his thoughts and gave Miss Rozier a brief yet detailed explanation of the video website's functions.

Miss Rozier nodded as if she understood.

Vivi looked at Miss Rozier again and told her what she had just thought.

As Miss Rozier listened to what the minister said, her eyes grew brighter and brighter.

“I understand, madam,” Miss Rozier said quickly. “I’ll have someone create an official account on the video website and post some daily updates from the European Ministry of Magic…”

"Mm." Vivi nodded and said, "Okay, but remember to be careful not to overdo it. Too much of a good thing can be bad."

“I understand, ma’am,” Miss Rozier said, turning and leaving the office.

“Thank you, Harry,” Vivi said with a smile. “If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have realized the value of video websites… Of course, good children should be rewarded, so, my child, what reward would you like?”

“What do you mean, ‘your child’?” Harry retorted with a dark expression.

What kind of adjective is that? It makes me sound like your son!

"Aren't you my child?" Vivi asked with a smile. "Oh, it seems you've forgotten that night you called me 'Mom'..."

"Shut up!" Harry snapped, his face flushed. "You fooled me..."

It was indeed Vivi's fault; after all, she held Harry's face in her hands and gently asked him to...

That's incredibly cheap, really.

“Today is fine too,” Vivi said with a charming smile. “But I’ll have to finish these tasks first.”

Harry took a deep breath.

He discovered that Vivi was really, really too... too much.

She perfectly fits the criteria for a young boy's ideal partner.

“Oh, we haven’t finished talking about what happened earlier.” Vivi looked up again and said, “You said you were planning to post a video about the Duel Hut Trials on a video website, right?”

“Yes,” Harry nodded.

“Not bad,” Vivi nodded. “But are you sure it won’t cause some parents to object? For example, they might say your training is too harsh, too dangerous, etc., that it’s too cruel to make children fight against the eight-eyed giant spider, etc…”

“Probably not,” Harry shrugged. “At least not the parents in the Duel Hut. I thought Neville’s grandma would be the kind of parent who spoils him, but it turns out that as long as I don’t kill or cripple Neville, as long as it helps him improve, his grandma will even help me.”

Vivi couldn't help but smile upon hearing this.

Harry's judgment of people is indeed quite accurate; Neville's grandmother was definitely that kind of person.

“Okay, since you’ve made up your mind, I have no other objections.” Vivi thought for a moment, then asked, “Are you telling me this because you’re planning to borrow some magical creatures?”

Harry immediately looked hurt.

"Can't I talk to you about something even when I have nothing to say?"

“Oh, I’m sorry, Harry.” Vivi stood up and hugged Harry. “I shouldn’t have said that, I’m sorry…”

Harry quietly gave himself a peace sign, then decided to postpone the matter of magical creatures until another time. After all, there were still giant spiders in the Forbidden Forest, so there was no rush.

"It's nothing," he said in a muffled voice, his hands still groping around Vivi's slender waist, not behaving at all.

Harry's little hands are a bit restless, it's one of his old habits.

"So you really... uh... aren't planning on borrowing any magical creatures? Hmm..." Vivi asked, frowning, her face flushed.

“There’s no rush. There are still so many giant spiders in the Forbidden Forest,” Harry said. “We need to let them get used to the giant spiders’ strength first… By the way, what about the snake? Alfonso, I remember letting him have a buffet in the Forbidden Forest before.”

“It’s here,” Vivi said, walking to the cabinet, finding the wallet and handing it to Harry. “I’ve been having Miss Rosier take care of it and feed it.”

Harry opened the wallet and hissed inside, "Afonso!"

"Is this my great master?" Alfonso immediately replied with flattery, "My great master, Mr. Potter, has finally come to see his loyal old Alfonso... Slytherin's beard!"

When he handed Alfonso over to Vivi, he told Alfonso his true identity.

I thought Alfonso would be angry, but to my surprise, he accepted the fact very naturally and even said that it was an honor for him to be with Potter's master.

Harry has left me a bit bewildered, and I even thought about buying some sunflower seeds for Alfonso.

“It’s me, Alfonso,” Harry hissed as he greeted him. “How many giant spiders did you kill when you were in the Forbidden Forest?”

“I didn’t kill too many,” Alfonso answered truthfully. “You know, Master, their reproductive ability is just too strong. I saw no less than ten thousand eight-eyed giant spiders in the Forbidden Forest. During that time, I should have eaten... well, about a few hundred.”

"So many?" Harry was somewhat shocked. He had thought there would be many eight-eyed spiders, but he never imagined there would be so many.

“You don’t know, Master,” Alfonso hissed in reply, “the spiders lay hundreds of eggs each time… so their reproduction rate is like a disaster… if the Forbidden Forest’s ecosystem could support them, I think they would definitely not be this large.”

“You’re right, Alfonso.” Harry nodded, then thought of the tens of thousands of eight-eyed giant spiders and felt a chill run down his spine.

Just thinking about it is terrifying enough.

If Ron were to experience it firsthand, wouldn't he be terrified?
It is terrible!

“Okay,” Harry said. “Thank you, Alfonso.”

“You’re welcome, Master,” Alfonso replied obediently, then asked, “May I return…”

Before he could finish speaking, Harry said, "Okay, but not now—you know, I've been busy with my studies lately. I'll come pick you up here once I'm done with that." "Alright, but please don't forget, my master!" Alfonso hissed, sounding a little aggrieved.

"What are you talking about?" Vivi asked, looking up at her with suspicion.

“Alfonso wants to come back to me,” Harry shrugged. “But I’ve been too busy lately to take care of him, so I told him to wait a while.”

After a while?
Vivi shook her head with a chuckle. It would probably take a year and a half.

Keep in mind that Harry won't graduate from Hogwarts for another year and a half, so Alfonso will have to wait.

At this time, Vivi had also finished her work.

“Alright, we’re done with that.” She stood up and invited Harry to continue. “We should get down to business now—”

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Harry didn't return to Hogwarts until Monday morning. As the saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder, and he was in a great mood when he saw Vivi again.

On Monday morning, Vivi was reluctant to part ways and asked Harry expectantly when he would come to see her next.

“If I have time on the weekend,” Harry said.

During the morning Charms class, Harry shared his idea with Ron and Hermione—of course, he first made sure the students around them didn't hear him, otherwise it wouldn't be good if those students who weren't in the Duel Hut wanted to participate.

Harry is not good at saying no to people.

“Wow!” Ron exclaimed as Harry finally finished speaking, waving his wand wildly at the ceiling, completely unaware of what he was doing. “Wow, are you really going to hold an event like this? I mean—are you really going to send us to fight the Eight-Eyed Spider? I think you’re crazy!”

“Ron, you’re making snow,” Hermione said gently, grabbing his wrist to prevent his wand from pointing at the ceiling, where large white snowflakes had already begun to fall.

Harry thought that love was truly nourishing; look—Hermione had even learned how to be gentle and kind.

The sun must have risen in the west.

However... Hermione will probably recover after a while.

“Oh, right,” Ron said, glancing at his shoulder with a hint of surprise, “sorry…we both seem to have gotten nasty dandruff on our heads…”

He brushed some fake snowflakes off Hermione's shoulder and grinned, revealing his white teeth.

Just then, Professor Flitwick walked over.

Only Hermione and Harry had turned the liquid in front of them into wine; their flasks were filled with a deep red liquid, while Ron's flask remained a cloudy brownish-yellow.

Neville, who was not far away, did the same, but he did not whisper to each other.

But Professor Flitwick clearly wasn't going to let Neville off the hook, perhaps because Neville's grandmother had given him a heads-up beforehand.

“Alright, alright, children,” Professor Flitwick snapped, “less talk, more work…let me see you do it…”

Ron and Neville raised their wands, concentrating intently, and pointed them at the flask. Neville's vinegar turned to ice, and Ron's flask exploded.

“Okay… homework…” Professor Flitwick said, crawling out from under the table and picking at the glass plate on the top of his hat, “practice.”

After the spell class, they had some rare free time together, so the three of them walked back to the common room.

“The match against Ravenclaw is coming up soon,” Ron said. “What are your thoughts on that?”

“My idea is for you guys to start practicing more.” Harry tossed his clothes behind his back and said, “Oh right, I almost forgot, I have to organize a pre-competition training camp… Hmm, let me think, remember to inform Ginny and the boys later, and have Ginny inform the girls.”

“Yes, Captain,” Ron said with a playful salute.

Quidditch training is a very enjoyable thing, provided that the weather is sunny and not stormy or freezing cold.

The Gryffindor Quidditch team gathered together and began training on the field.

Ginny didn't seem bothered by the breakup at all; on the contrary, she became even more cheerful, laughing and joking with her classmates, and especially liked to imitate her brother Ron's embarrassing moments.

Ron didn't seem angry at Ginny's actions. After all, his sister had just broken up with her boyfriend, so he shouldn't do anything he shouldn't and offend his sister.

If the younger sister gets upset and tells her mother, then things will be really bad.

As Seeker and captain, Harry wasn't busy; he only needed to direct everyone from a short distance away from Ron.

“You know what?” Ron said casually, “Ginny broke up with her boyfriend—I really didn’t expect her to break up so soon.”

Harry thought for a long time but couldn't figure out how to respond, finally managing to blurt out, "That's a good thing!"

“That’s a good thing,” Ron nodded in agreement. “At least my sister won’t be kissed by some dark-skinned guy standing there—I really doubt how she even put her mouth down.”

“Uh, that’s a bit too much of a race knight, Ron,” Harry tried to remind Ron.

“It’s nothing,” Ron said nonchalantly. “It’s just you and me here, so what if I discriminate? I just can’t stand it… Of course, what’s even more infuriating is what came next. Guess who told me he likes my sister?”

As he spoke, Ron reached out and swatted the Quaffle away from him, a move that looked incredibly cool.

"Who?" Harry's gossipy nature was also piqued by Ron.

“Speaking of which, it’ll give you a shock,” Ron said, somewhat exaggeratedly. “Ha, Malfoy, he actually likes my sister…”

"Draco?" Harry asked, feigning surprise.

“Yes, Draco,” Ron sighed. “I really didn’t expect it to be him. Do you think there’s something wrong with him? Or has he lost his mind? How could he like Ginny?”

Harry held back and didn't say anything.

What can I say?
Your sister is first and foremost a pureblood, that's the most important thing.

Secondly, your sister is also beautiful.

Then, your sister played Quidditch well.

Finally, your sister is a rather powerful witch.

Every single one of these points hits Malfoy's sweet spot! The only downside might be that Ginny is a Gryffindor, not a Slytherin, otherwise you'd see if she didn't run into the wall.

(End of this chapter)