Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 53 You won’t be so lucky next time, Porter (Seeking investment and follow-up reading)
Gemma took Harry's hand and used the strength to stand up.

"Will they listen to you?" Harry let go of Gemma, put his hands in his pockets, and asked leisurely: "I mean, if you lose to a first-year freshman, won't you lose face in the college?"

Gemma smiled back at him.

"If it's Mr. Savior, no, after all, he can even defeat You-Know-Who."

After saying that, she turned her head.

"All right, Parkinson, Flint." There was no doubt in her voice, "Go apologize to Miss Granger!"

Pansy and Marcus stood up reluctantly and looked at Gemma with pleading looks, but Gemma remained unmoved.

To Harry's surprise, the two people who were ordered by Gemma really walked up to Hermione obediently, bowed and apologized to her.

The sincerity of their tone and attitude made Harry wonder if they had become different people.

Draco stood behind, a look of disappointment flashing across his face.

"Not all Slytherins are fools," Harry said softly to Gemma, "At least there is a worthy opponent like you, Miss Farley."

"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Potter." Gemma curtseyed.

The duel is over and the agreement is fulfilled, which means the end of this farce.

The students who witnessed this exciting duel left one after another, still excitedly discussing what had just happened.

Many people were surprised that Slytherin would admit his mistake; others thought that this was a conspiracy of the evil Farley, who must be planning something bad in private and wanted to take revenge on the savior Potter.

How could Slytherin admit defeat? This was everyone's unanimous thought.

on the way back.

"They must be up to something bad," Ron whispered. "Slytherin is like this. Only Miss Farley, well... I admit that she is indeed a bit good to be praised by Percy. She really doesn't look like a Slytherin."

No, Harry thought, this is a real Slytherin.

Most of the Slytherins a hundred years ago...although their methods were a bit rough and a bit cruel, they always fought against others face to face instead of using despicable and cunning means.

What kind of people are the Slytherins nowadays? Their parents are both Death Eaters... Do you expect such families to raise good children?
"Miss Farley is indeed a respectable prefect," Hermione agreed, "but if she does this, won't the Slytherins attack her?"

"No." Ron said firmly: "Miss Farley is not only the head of Slytherin, but also the head of a group of senior students."

Hermione said with some longing: "I hope I can be as strong as her..."

"Isn't he as good as Harry?" Ron asked playfully.

"Oh my god, Ronald." Hermione rolled her eyes. "I really don't expect to be able to catch up with Harry..."

Indeed, with Gemma's level of spellcasting, there is at least hope of catching up; but with Harry's level, it is already suffocating for a first-year wizard.

Even a genius like Hermione felt that there was a tragically thick barrier between herself and Harry.

"I'm just average," Harry said modestly. "By the time you're in fifth year, you'll be almost as good as I am."

Everyone laughed together, and after that, Neville asked timidly, "Well, Harry, I heard that you taught Ron and Hermione spells privately, so I wanted to ask if you could also teach me and Seamus?"

Then he whispered: "I know I'm stupid, but I still want to learn well..."

He suddenly felt a warm hand on his shoulder. "Why not?" Harry said with a smile, "We are all classmates, and it is only right for us to help each other. We are all learning from each other's strengths and weaknesses."

"Yeah," Hermione also took over the conversation, "You see, I'm good at rote learning subjects like History of Magic, Harry's spells are very good, and Ron... Ron is also very humorous..."

"Hey!" Ron protested dissatisfiedly, "What do you mean I'm humorous too! I'm working hard too!"

"Heh." Hermione glanced at him. "When you practice spells, you're always almost there, but when it comes to actual combat, you're always a little short. Haven't you noticed? You had to disarm the big head next to Flint twice before you succeeded!"

Ron pouted but didn't argue, he knew Hermione was right.

If Hermione hadn't pulled him away from a spell, he would have been successfully counterattacked by the big-headed man.

Seeing this scene, Harry thought of Cassandra.

In the first two grades, he was always playful, enjoying playing wizard chess with Gareth, going to Teacher Haoying for meals, and petting furry magical animals with Pappy.

Therefore, I was not very attentive in learning spells. My mind was always occupied with playing outside. As for learning spells, I was always satisfied as long as I could use them.

Cassandra dragged him to join the dueling sticks, and every time she hung him up, disarmed him, or made him dance non-stop, she would always mock him for not studying hard and that he deserved to be humiliated by her.

"I almost beat you!" Harry shouted unconvincedly while being hung in the air.

Cassandra poked his face with her wand, and her lips at thirty-seven degrees spoke words at minus thirty-seven degrees.

"I see that when you are learning spells, you are always almost there, but when it comes to actual practice, you are always just a little bit off! Potter! When will you grow up?"

At that time, he hated Cassandra for not giving him face, but when he had his first hasty fight against poachers in the Forbidden Forest in his third year, he finally understood Cassandra's good intentions.

"We won't be so lucky next time, Potter!"

Cassandra, who had blocked a spell for him, sneered in disdain, and slowly cast the magic wand on her arm to cast the quick-healing spell.

"Harry, Harry?"

Hermione waved her hand in front of his eyes.

"Huh?" Harry came back to his senses.

"What's wrong with you? I feel like something is wrong with you." Hermione asked with concern.

"Oh, nothing." Harry smiled at her, "Neville, Seamus, I hope you won't be enthusiastic for only three minutes and complain about the hardship after a few days of training."

"We won't!" said Seamus and Neville in unison.

"Then let's vote by raising our hands. I agree that our duel hut will accept two new members."

Harry raised his hands.

"I agree." Hermione raised her hand.

Ron also raised his hand: "Me too."

"Three to zero." Harry held out his hand. "Well, Neville, Seamus, welcome aboard."

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