Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 88: The aftermath of the heart-wrenching attack
Anyway, Neville finally accepted this reality.

Even if he was filled with grief, it could not stop him from accepting the fact that he would have to accept Professor Snape's special treatment.

So he saved his pain and sorrow for dinner and devoured several steaks.

Harry had just finished his dinner when a paper crane appeared in front of him.

It was a letter from Gemma.

"Harry:
There are some things I want to discuss with you. I'll be waiting for you in the empty classroom on the second floor.

you are sincere
GA Farley"

Harry put the letter away and looked back towards the Slytherin table.

Miss Farley seemed to feel Harry's gaze. When he looked over, she reached out and pushed her black hair aside, nodded slightly at Harry, gave him a polite smile, and stood up and left the table.

"I have something to do, Ron." Harry said to Ron, "You can just go back to the dormitory in a while."

"Okay." Ron didn't ask Harry what he was going to do. All he had eyes for was his chicken drumstick.

Following the direction Gemma left, Harry climbed the stairs and came to the second floor of the castle.

He pulled his wand from the lining of his robes and hid it in his sleeve.

It is better to be prepared for any eventuality, this is a habit that Cassandra taught him.

He walked to the empty classroom where he met Gemma last time. After using his true form to confirm that Gemma was the only one inside, he pushed the door open and saw Gemma sitting on a stool, looking worried.

"Harry."

"What's wrong, Gemma?" Harry sat opposite Gemma.

"Harry, something strange has happened in Slytherin House recently." Gemma whispered, and she raised her head while speaking, as if to check if there was anyone at the door.

Harry didn't interrupt, he just sat opposite Gemma and listened carefully.

"A mysterious notebook appeared in the Slytherin common room." Gemma continued, "It was provided by Draco Malfoy. People who have used the notebook said that the notebook has its own consciousness and can help them complete their homework quickly or guide them in their shortcomings in spells."

"And they will have to pay a small 'price'. I once reported this problem to Professor Snape, but he didn't take it to heart. It seemed that he had more important things to do."

Almost instantly, Harry understood why the Slytherin students were always sleepy.

It turns out that there is such a thing that is absorbing their soul power.

"Notebook?" Harry frowned. "What kind of notebook? Are you sure Draco gave you this?"

He became a little alert. Could it be that this notebook... was Cassandra's relic?
"Yes, it is said to be a magical item passed down from their family." Gemma told Harry everything. "I heard from others that there is a very beautiful girl in the notebook, and her spell skills are very high."

"Girl?" Harry's heart skipped a beat.

But he suppressed his excitement and asked Gemma calmly, "Could it be an ancestor of the Malfoy family?"

"I don't know about that." Gemma answered honestly. No one was clear about the appearance of the girl in the notebook.

"That's very useful information, thank you, Gemma," Harry said sincerely.

He felt some anticipation in his heart, but also some... indescribable feeling.

On the one hand, he hoped that the girl was Cassandra - on the other hand, he didn't want that girl to be Cassandra. After all, first of all, this thing was obviously a creation of black magic; secondly, he didn't know why, anyway, he didn't want Cassandra to have any contact with other boys. A hundred years ago, Cassandra had always been like a flower on the mountain. Apart from him, Cassandra didn't say a word to other boys.

Of course, Cassandra had never been kind to Harry.

"I hope you can help me, Harry." Gemma stretched out her hand and rubbed her brows. "My instinct tells me that the notebook is definitely not a good thing. I heard that Malfoy's father, Lucius Malfoy, was the You-Know-Who's right-hand man. Maybe the notebook is a dark magic item of the You-Know-Who. I really don't want him to harm Slytherin anymore..."

"Then why did you ask me for help?" Harry asked calmly. He really wanted to know.

"This is black magic, very evil black magic!" Gemma said firmly, "Apart from dark wizards, who else would... use soul power to make deals?"

"Besides, I am the prefect of Slytherin after all." Gemma added: "It would be fine if I just talked to Professor Snape. If I were to report this to the headmaster, the Farley family would also be ostracized by the pure-blood families of Slytherin."

Harry nodded in approval; this was very much in line with the Slytherin style.

"In exchange, I am willing to offer my loyalty to you, Mr. Potter," Jemma said again.

The people in Slytherin are very clear that if you ask for help from others, you have to pay corresponding rewards.

But at the same time, Slytherin is also trying to protect itself, and Gemma wants to take this opportunity to bet on the savior.

Harry neither accepted nor rejected Gemma's conditions, he just smiled at her.

"I'll give you the proper help, Gemma."

Gemma was not disappointed when she got Harry's answer, and a look of relief appeared on her face.

"Thank you, Mr. Potter."

"Don't be so distant, just call me Harry." Harry stood up: "If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

After saying goodbye to Gemma, Harry returned to the Gryffindor common room.

The notebook that Gemma mentioned did arouse his interest.

However, he did not want to tell Dumbledore about this, but first wanted to confirm whether the notebook belonged to Cassandra.

This matter still needs to be considered carefully. After all, this is happening in the Slytherin common room, and it would not be a good idea for him, a Gryffindor, to rush in rashly.

A week passed by in this relaxed and happy manner. I went to feed Papi at a fixed time at noon every day, and trained dueling skills with my friends in the duel hut in the evening. My life was quite fulfilling.

At the next Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Harry and his Gryffindor classmates came to the classroom as usual, ready to receive a new round of venom baptism from the greasy old Professor Snape.

What he didn't expect was that the one who taught them the Defense Against the Dark Arts class this week was not Professor Snape, but Professor Quirrell, who had returned to school at some unknown time.

Professor Quirrell's face turned even paler. Seamus went up to ask about his health with concern, but Quirrell told him that the vampire curse had struck again.

However, Harry noticed something unusual.

In an instant, he discovered Quirrell's little secret!
I have to admit that Vivi is a talented witch and deserves Professor Figo's evaluation of being "unique".

With her development, minor curses like the Imperius Curse and the Cruciatus Curse would leave an imperceptible curse mark on the target.

And Professor Quirrell just happened to have a small mark on his body that was made by him!

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