Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 55A Ambush Quirrell
Harry put the Brussels sprouts into a small bag that he had bought from a mysterious wizard in Diagon Alley.

The small pocket of the Traceless Stretching Charm is now banned from sale.

Luggage is an exception, and new students need to purchase it from designated merchants.

He put his dragon-skin gloves back in his pockets. If you pick up Chinese kale without gloves, your hands will get bitten badly.

I should also buy some Brussels sprouts seeds on my way to Diagon Alley, Harry thought.

It just so happens that Neville is good at growing this, so this task can be given to him.

But the biting cabbage seeds in Diagon Alley would not be sold to a young wizard like him. If he wanted to buy them, he had to go to Knockturn Alley next to Diagon Alley.

Harry put the small bag in his pocket and tiptoed out of the dormitory.

When they returned to the auditorium, the twins were obviously getting a little impatient waiting.

"Oh, you're back at last," said Fred.

"Fred thought you were scared and found an excuse to slip away." These are what George said.

"Relax, I won't run away even if you run away from the battlefield," said Harry. "Gryffindors are never short of courage, are they?"

"The courage to ask the professor to take off his suspicious turban?" The twins looked at each other and clapped their hands together, "Yeah!"

"Listen," Harry sat down and pointed at the table, "Here's the plan. The three of us will wait for Quirrell according to the plan, and you two will be responsible for throwing snowballs. If Quirrell takes off his turban, it's fine. If he doesn't take off his turban, I'll be responsible for the rest. Do you understand?"

"Understood, Lion King." The twins said in unison.

"Okay." Harry looked up at his watch. "It's 7:50 now. We still have 10 minutes to set up an ambush—"

Just then, Hedwig floated in.

Perhaps because the weather was too cold, Hedwig flew a little listlessly. When she arrived in front of Harry, she almost fell into his arms like a plane crash.

"Your bird doesn't look very well," said Fred. "I think you should buy some owl supplements, after all, it's so cold now."

"You're right," said Harry, reaching out and taking the letter from Hedwig.

"Oh my..." George saw the handwriting on the envelope, "It looks like it was written by a girl..."

"Okay, George, you have to respect other people's privacy." Fred pulled George over and said to Harry, "Harry, let's go explore the way for you first."

"Okay, I'll be right there," Harry responded.

After the two men left, Harry opened the letter.

The letter had a scent of vanilla. He unfolded the letter and saw this:

"Mr Potter:
I'm sorry for what happened yesterday. Being a Slytherin prefect not only represents honor, but also comes with a corresponding responsibility.

Are you free today? I will be waiting in an empty classroom on the second floor. Please send your owl to reply. I will be waiting anytime.

you are sincere
Gemma Farley."

Miss Farley?

Harry folded the letter and stuffed it back into the envelope.

What is she up to?

Since the other party has made the invitation, Harry has no reason to refuse.

How can I, a Gryffindor, be afraid of a Slytherin?

Harry thought about it and asked a cheerful Hufflepuff boy behind him to borrow some paper and pen. He wrote a reply to Gemma and asked Hedwig to take it back. "Thank you for the paper and pen." After writing the reply, Harry handed the paper and pen to the boy: "Hello, I'm Harry Potter."

"Hello, of course I recognize you." The older boy showed a sunny smile and stretched out his hand to hold Harry's hand: "Cedric Diggory, you can call me Cedric."

"Okay, Cedric." Harry nodded and pointed outside the hall: "Sorry, the Weasley twins are waiting for me outside."

"I won't bother you anymore, Harry." Cedric said with a smile, "Go quickly and don't keep them waiting."

Harry grabbed the water glass from the table and took a big gulp, said goodbye to Cedric, turned around and left in a hurry.

The Weasley twins had been squatting behind the bushes outside. They were wrapped tightly in their magic robes, gritting their teeth and shouting to the north wind that they wanted to die.

"guys."

Harry greeted and walked quickly behind the bushes. He immediately saw the snowball shells placed behind the two men, which looked like the ammunition reserves of Napoleon's artillery regiment.

"What's this?!"

His pupils trembled as he asked, "Aren't we planning to fight Quirrell? The amount of snowballs you two can make is enough to beat all the professors in the school, you bastards!"
"Snowball." The twins introduced their latest product to Harry without any psychological pressure: "Look, this is the regular version."

Fred picked up a snowball the size of his two fists and crushed it hard.

"This is the added ingredient version." George also picked up a snowball, but instead of squeezing it, he used his thumb to rub off the snow on the surface, revealing the crystal clear ice ball inside.

Harry's eyelids twitched. My goodness, you two are really cruel.

I was just going to throw a Chinese snapper at Professor Quirrell, what about you two? What are you two doing!
"Isn't this a bit too much?" Harry asked tentatively.

"Well," Fred shrugged and said to Harry, "It's better than letting us continue to be tortured by garlic. I would rather let Professor Snape take over the Defense Against the Dark Arts class - although Gryffindor will be deducted points, but at least we can learn something real."

"Hush!" George suddenly grabbed the two of them and made them crouch down together: "Keep your voice down, someone is coming!"

The three of them poked their heads out from the bushes stealthily. Professor Quirrell was walking leisurely towards the Hogwarts Great Hall with a book under his arm.

"Get ready—" Fred whispered.

When Quirrell passed by them with his back completely exposed to them, the twins looked at each other, picked up snowballs, and hit Quirrell hard on the back of the head.

"Who!" Quirrell asked in a panic, flapping his hands at the turban around his head.

However, he kept beating it and had no intention of taking it off.

The twins tried to grab the snowball with added ingredients, but were held back by Harry.

"Look at me," he said.

Harry put on the dragon-skin gloves, and under the twins' puzzled, shocked, and finally pilgrim-like gazes, he took out the pot of Chinese kale from the pocket of the Traceless Extension Charm.

The biting cabbage was blown by the cold wind, and its chubby body twisted twice, and it even sneezed.

Harry held the bowl of kale in both hands and trotted towards Quirrell.

Just as he was about to reach Quirrell, Harry deliberately slipped and fell to the ground with a thud.

The flowerpot containing the cabbage fell to pieces with a bang. The round body of the biting cabbage hit the ground and bounced three feet high like a Bludger.

Then I saw the cabbage bite the back of Quirrell's head as he was adjusting his headscarf at lightning speed, like Jingle Bells stealing bells and not letting my mother love me again.

"what--!!!"

Quirrell let out an earth-shattering scream.

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(End of this chapter)