Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 65 I am the principal!
Needless to say, such a generous gift of high-end potions is 100% from that arrogant old snake king, Professor Severus Snape.

Apart from this professor, who else could give him such a valuable high-level potion?

"It seems that he and my parents are really good friends." Harry looked at the bottle of Felicity L'Eau de Parfum carefully. The shining light in the bottle was very attractive.

There was a note in the box.

Harry reached for the note and opened it. It read:

[Put it away carefully, don't let your ignorant little giant friend knock it over - SS]

"What is this?" asked the ignorant little troll Ron very appropriately.

Harry said nothing and handed the note to Ron.

When Ron took it and looked at it, he felt terrible.

"That's insulting!" he said angrily. "But this is Felicis, a high-grade potion... Just this alone can be sold for hundreds of Galleons!"

After a pause, Ron asked again: "SS? Who is this?"

"Professor Snape." Harry carefully put the Felicia Rum into his pocket. "Severus Snape, SS, of course."

Ron exclaimed, "Ah!" and said to Harry, "He's so generous. It seems that you are right. He is indeed a good friend of your parents. That photo was a good gift."

"Yeah." Harry smiled at Ron and forked a piece of beef from the plate.

"So where are we going?"

Ron picked up the chicken leg again, thought about it, and felt that something was missing, so he grabbed another chicken leg with his other hand, and then he showed a satisfied smile.

"Let's go to the Room of Requirement." Harry swallowed the beef slowly. "We won't practice magic today. I found a new use for the Room of Requirement."

"New use?" Ron immediately became interested. "Then I'd like to go and see—"

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Just when they returned to the dormitory, a mysterious guest arrived in the principal's office.

It was an elf with sparse hair on his head, not very good-looking, and a pair of cross-eyes.

"Merry Christmas, Headmaster Dumbledore." The goblin bowed to Dumbledore, his voice a little rough.

Dumbledore nodded slightly and asked him, "Have a nice day to you too, Bodrick - it's already evening, if you have anything to say, please speak up, and please forgive the frankness of an old man, he needs more sleep at his age."

He was no stranger to this goblin, whose name was "Cross-Eyed" Bodrick, and he was the spokesman for the Goblin Brotherhood.

"A vicious incident occurred in Knockturn Alley. A dark wizard was turned into a Flobberworm and trampled to death. I saw how he died, it was really tragic. It brought back a very bad memory for me," said Bodrick.

"I don't think the killing of a dark wizard is a vicious incident, nor do I think it will bring up any bad memories." Dumbledore said casually, "Besides, I am only the headmaster of Hogwarts, not the Minister of Magic. I think you should go to Cornelius instead of an old man like me."

"No, don't you understand, Dumbledore?" Bodrick almost growled, "It's him! He's back! The... the devil who must not be named!"

"Voldemort?" Dumbledore's eyes narrowed slightly, and he felt something was wrong. No, Voldemort was more inclined to use Avada Kedavra directly, rather than the tedious process of turning people into Flobberworms and then pulling them under his feet and crushing them to death.

"No, it's the other You-Know-Who--" Bodrick shuddered, "Harry Potter!"

"Harry Potter?" Dumbledore was slightly stunned, and then he realized that Cross-Eyed Bodrick was talking about the old senior from a hundred years ago.

"Yes, Harry Potter!" Bodrick whispered, "He's back, he's really back, he treated the goblins the same way before - turning them into small animals, dragging them under his feet and then trampling them to death... Principal Dumbledore, I know there's a new student at Hogwarts, and his name is also Harry Potter. Please allow me to meet him, I suspect he..."

"Bodrick!" Dumbledore's originally kind face suddenly darkened: "I will not allow you to harass my students. What's more, what happened a hundred years ago was the goblin rebellion first. Harry Potter did nothing wrong!"

"I know, I know..." Bodrick shuddered and whispered, "I just want to meet him and reach an agreement with him... A hundred years have passed, and we goblins will never have such thoughts. Please don't misunderstand that gentleman. Too many goblins have died, and we can't bear the loss anymore..."

"But he is only a student of Hogwarts, not the person he was a hundred years ago. You have to understand this." Dumbledore said coldly, "No matter what, as the headmaster of Hogwarts, I will not accept you harassing my students!"

"Really?" Bodrick took a deep breath, "This is not only for the goblins, but also for Hogwarts. I believe that a rational Hogwarts headmaster will never refuse this proposal..."

Dumbledore said nothing, but a hint of displeasure flashed across his eyes behind his half-moon glasses.

"Dumbledore! You will regret this!" Bodrick stood up angrily.

"Bodrick, I am the headmaster." Dumbledore said calmly.

Bodrick snorted angrily and turned to leave the principal's office.

When he left, he did not forget to slam the door shut, making a loud bang.

Dumbledore sat in his chair, his eyes twinkling behind his half-moon lenses.

The words of the goblin Bodrick just now did cause a ripple in his heart.

But he thought it was pure nonsense to think that Harry was the same Harry from a hundred years ago.

But then again, Harry... Harry was indeed a little unusual.

During the conflict between Gryffindor and Slytherin before the holiday break, Dumbledore watched from afar in the headmaster's office.

He witnessed how Harry used magic to defeat several seniors, including Miss Farley, the Slytherin prefect.

Logically speaking, a first-year student would not be so outstanding. Even when he was in his first year, he could not achieve the level of Harry.

Perhaps it was because of Lily's ancient spell? Dumbledore thought.

In any case, we must take another good look at this child to check whether he has been bewitched by some kind of dark magic item.

Thinking of this, Dumbledore made a plan in his heart. He stood up and prepared to put it into action.

He knew that a child of Harry's age would wear the Invisibility Cloak as soon as he got it and go out to play.

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