Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 69: Teaching the Principal a Lesson (crossed out)
"Besides, Professor." Harry turned his head to Dumbledore's beard, "I don't think it's a wise choice to put this mirror here, and I don't think other students in Hogwarts have the same strong willpower as Ron to resist the illusory temptation given by this mirror."

Ron, who was feeling a little guilty after being caught by Dumbledore, raised his head and looked at Harry with sparkling eyes.

"If a young wizard is obsessed with the unreal scene he sees and cannot or is unwilling to accept that it is just an illusion, I'm afraid it will be more than just a loss for Hogwarts," Harry said again.

From the moment Dumbledore appeared, Harry completed the loop in his mind.

This was definitely a trap set by Dumbledore in order to get himself in front of the Mirror of Erised.

What was the purpose of doing this? Harry thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure it out.

Dumbledore suddenly felt a little choked, as he had clearly intended to use these words to educate Harry.

But what was going on now? Why was Harry using these words to teach him a lesson?

He looked at Harry and found that he was looking back at him.

The young boy was like the sun at seven or eight o'clock, shining brightly but not glaringly, with an awe-inspiring righteousness.

Perhaps I am just overthinking it, Dumbledore thought.

Such a child must be the best and most outstanding child.

"I have to admit that you are right, Harry." Dumbledore smiled warmly, "I will have the magic mirror taken away later."

"Okay, Professor. Ron and I won't disturb your rest then." Harry pulled Ron over. "Good night, Professor Dumbledore."

"By the way," Ron said suddenly, "Principal Dumbledore, what did you see in the mirror?"

Dumbledore raised his head and thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "Me? Well, I saw the same thing as Harry, both of us have woolen socks -"

The two quickly returned to the Gryffindor common room, and Ron breathed a sigh of relief after the Fat Lady verified that the password was correct.

"Merlin, I thought Dumbledore was going to deduct points from us, but I didn't expect him to be so easy to talk to." Ron sat down on the stool and folded the invisibility cloak carefully.

Harry raised an eyebrow and said, "Maybe he just forgot. Let's go back and rest."

When lying in bed at night, Harry was still wondering why Dumbledore placed the Mirror of Erised there to lure him over.

He didn't think that the principal was simply out of curiosity and wanted to see what his "savior" really wanted.

He kept the matter to himself, planning to brainstorm together when Hermione returned.

The day before the holiday, Hermione finally returned to school from home.

After hearing Harry's analysis, Hermione had a different opinion.

"I don't think Headmaster Dumbledore has any ill will towards you," Hermione began to analyze for Harry. "He is the greatest white wizard in the world. If he wants to do something to you, maybe he just wants to see your character? For example, will you become addicted to the Mirror of Erised?"

"I agree with Hermione's point of view." Ron raised his hand and said, "But Harry's worries are unreasonable. Is it because you performed too well, Harry, that he suspected that you had come into contact with some dark magic objects?"

"It's hard to say." Harry spun the pen carelessly, and perhaps because he spun it too hard, a stream of blue ink flew out from the tip of the pen and hit Draco's face as he passed by.

"Sorry," Harry said to Draco.

Draco just gave Harry a sinister look, wiped his cheek, lowered his head and continued walking forward.

"What's going on?" Ron asked in a low voice. "Isn't this his character? According to his past, he would have started yelling at Harry and saying 'I'm going to tell my dad'."

"I don't know if you have noticed, his face is paler than before the holiday." Hermione's body was almost pressed against the table. "Oh my God, I felt that his eyes just now were like a venomous snake. It was really uncomfortable." Harry didn't care too much. After all, Draco didn't say anything just now, and he was the one who threw the ink on people first.

When Draco sat down at the Slytherin table, Pansy covered her mouth and let out a cry of surprise.

"Oh my god, Draco, what's wrong with you?"

She picked up the handkerchief, walked forward and wiped Draco with concern.

Draco let Pansy wipe his cheek, feeling very annoyed.

After returning to the Slytherin common room, Draco sat in an empty corner and asked Crabbe and Goyle to guard the side to prevent any strangers from coming over.

He opened his notebook, dipped his quill into the ink bottle, and wrote on it: "Ancestor, you said you would teach me some spells to deal with that abominable Potter. Just now he even went so far as to throw ink on my face. Now that we are back to school, I hope you can keep your promise."

After a while, beautiful handwriting appeared on the notebook.

"Relax, my junior. I am great enough to never deceive a kid like you..."

"But I can't wait any longer! I want to cast a curse on Potter's disgusting face right now!" Draco wrote impatiently in his notebook. Even he himself didn't know why he felt this way.

After writing this, Draco was in a trance for a moment.

yes……

What's wrong? What's wrong with me?
But he couldn't even notice that a thin stream of magic was flowing through the notebook again.

Draco's emotions surged again due to the disturbance of this magic, and he put aside his previous doubts.

As a result, he also had some opinions about this notebook.

When he was at home, the notebook kept dragging his feet, saying that he would teach him the spell after he arrived at school.

But when he got to school, he didn't see Notebook show any intention of teaching him spells, and he had completely lost his patience.

"If you want to defeat Harry Potter, I have a good suggestion." The notebook said in a persuasive manner.

Draco, who was blinded by his emotions, was completely attracted by the words in the notebook. He gritted his teeth and wrote on the notebook: "What is it? Just tell me."

Beautiful handwriting appeared on the paper.

"I don't know... Have you ever heard of the 'Heir of Slytherin'?"

"The Heir of Slytherin?" Draco wrote doubtfully.

"Yes, my descendant." The handwriting was written on the notebook, "A friend of mine is the heir of Slytherin. Through him, I know a place that is absolutely safe and absolutely secret, and my Merlin's secret treasure is also hidden there..."

At this point, the writing completely disappears.

Before Draco could write anything on it, the words appeared again.

However, the handwriting is no longer as beautiful as before, but has become messy and sloppy.

"Do you want to know?"

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(End of this chapter)