Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 98: The Past (4000 words)
Harry's throat felt like it was being pricked by needles.

He thought of countless possibilities, but what he never expected was that after opening the secret room on the map, what he would see was a portrait of a girl.

“Weiwei…”

His voice was dry.

"I think we should avoid it." Professor Rookwood said unhappily beside the portrait of Veratia: "This map secret room is going to..."

"Charles?" Principal Fitzgerald whispered. "Shut up and follow us."

Professor Rookwood gave Harry a sullen look, then turned and followed the two professors out of the portrait.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time..." Veratia said in a soft voice.

"I..." Harry's throat rolled and he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

After a long while, he asked a question bitterly.

"Are you...are you okay?"

"It should be... okay." Velatia said softly.

Harry sat down on the ground.

He really couldn't accept this reality.

To him, Veratia is not only a close friend, but also a teacher and a sister.

Although he had known her for a short time, Weiwei was probably the person in the world who could accept him most unconditionally.

"You..." Harry's tears welled up in his eyes, "Is this okay? Just staying in the portrait like this..."

"I think you misunderstood, Harry." Veratia smiled and blinked cunningly. "Actually, I'm not dead. I just left some clues for you in this map chamber so that you can find me... You know, time travel is an extremely difficult adventure. Now that I see you, I also know... Maybe I'm still trapped in Slytherin's study."

"Slytherin's study?!"

Harry's voice rose an octave, he stood up suddenly and said anxiously: "I'll get you out right now!"

"Harry!"

Vivi called out to him.

"Hear me out."

Harry paused, as if he felt that he was too far away from Vivi standing on the steps. He walked forward, trying to get closer to Vivi.

"Since I didn't show up, it means that the time magic array is missing some materials," Vilatia said gently, "You still need a few more materials, namely Angel's Feathers, Fire Dragon's Heart, Phoenix's Tears..."

"Dragon hearts are easy to get. Ron's brother Charlie raises dragons in Romania," Harry said impatiently. "As for phoenix tears, Professor Dumbledore raises a phoenix, so there's no shortage of them... But what are angel feathers? Are there angels in this world?"

"I have some angel feathers stored in the vault at Gringotts," Veratia said softly. "In addition, there is a small amount of money in the vault, which is our common property."

"I'm not short of money now, Vivi," Harry said quickly.

"Of course I know, you are a child of the famous Potter family." Vivi smiled at him gently.

"Huh? How do you know?" Harry asked puzzled.

A hundred years ago, the Potter family did not look for him. After all, there were many Muggles with the last name Potter. They just thought that Harry came from the Muggle side, so they did not take it seriously.

At that time, he didn't know that he belonged to the Potter family of the wizarding world, and always thought that he was of Muggle descent.

Weiwei...why did she know?

"Instead of this, I want to tell you about the last ingredient." Veratia interrupted Harry's thoughts.

"Oh...oh?" Harry scratched his head. "Is there another ingredient?"

"The last material is the basilisk fang," said Vilatia.

"Basilisk?" Harry asked.

Veratria told Harry slowly, "A basilisk is a giant poisonous snake. It is a creature bred by dark wizards. Legend has it that the despicable Herpo was the first person to breed a basilisk. He placed an egg under the body of a toad to incubate it, and the result was a creature called a basilisk."

"Basilisks are extremely dangerous. Their eyes can instantly kill any person or animal that makes eye contact with them... At the same time, their venom contains highly toxic substances that can kill most creatures..."

"Then where can we find the Basilisk!" Harry asked loudly.

"Sorry, Harry, I don't know either," Vivi said softly.

Harry scratched his hair, feeling a little frustrated.

They were so close, they even had the legendary angel's feathers, but they couldn't find any trace of the basilisk...

Could it be that a snake monster is going to be hatched?
But how long will it take? Can Weiwei still hold on in Slytherin's study?
"Relax, Harry, there will always be a way." Veratria comforted Harry gently, just like usual.

Hearing the girl's gentle voice, Harry's mood gradually calmed down.

After a while, he raised his head and asked, "Weiwei, then... you said before that I am from the Potter family... you are..."

"Oh, this." Vilatia's expression suddenly became a little unnatural.

She hesitated for a moment, then said to Harry, "This matter... is also related to the ancient spell on you. If you... knew... well, if you knew all this, you would probably have a different opinion of me."

Harry suddenly became nervous.

"Why?" he asked.

"Sorry..." Veratia bit her lip and said, "You should take a look for yourself... It's over there, yes, the Pensieve behind you."

Harry looked in the direction she pointed and, as expected, saw a Pensieve.

"What's in there is your mother's memory." Vilatia revealed a shocking news.

"My mom?!" Harry asked in disbelief, "My mom, how did she get to the Chamber of Secrets?!"

"Because she is also the heir of ancient magic, Harry." Vlatia spoke slowly and softly, "Go and look at your mother's memories, maybe you will understand the ins and outs of all this... Of course, maybe you will blame me for this..."

"No, Vivi," Harry said firmly.

He walked over to the Pensieve.

"Take a look," Vilatia said with a sad tone, "Take a look at your mother's memory..."

Harry nodded and put his face into the Pensieve.

Then--

He was falling rapidly in the cold darkness, and after a while, his eyes suddenly became bright.

He found himself at the shore of the Black Lake. Sitting next to him was a crying girl with a face covered with freckles.

Harry looked up and looked at the familiar Black Lake, and found that it was different from the Black Lake he had seen before...

Before he had time to think about it, he heard a familiar voice, the voice he often heard in his dreams...

"Expelliarmus!" Harry looked up and saw a red-haired witch holding a wand in each hand.

It was his mother, Lily.

"Mom?" he asked subconsciously.

Lily did not respond to him, but glared at the Slytherin classmate in front of her like a lioness.

"I want you to apologize, Mulciber!"

"Stinking Mudblood..."

Before the Slytherin student named Mulciber could finish his words, he was hit by Lily's spell, and a large green pustules suddenly appeared on his face.

The two Slytherin classmates following Mulciber drew their wands together, but the girl who had been crying just now stood beside Lily with another girl.

Mulciber on the Slytherin side lost his fighting ability, and soon, in the righteous three-on-two situation, the other two Slytherin students were also hit by evil curses - one had very long front teeth and could not recite the spell at all; the other had his mouth sealed tightly and his legs were also locked.

"Waste..." Lily threw Mulciber's wand into the lake with disdain.

The three Slytherin students ran away in disgrace.

"Mary, I'm sorry..." Lily looked at the girl next to her whose face was covered with freckles with some heartache.

"I'm fine, Lily." Mary gave Lily a forced smile, "You helped me beat them up, didn't you?"

But the girl next to her suddenly said, "You should apologize. Aren't these two people friends of your Slytherin greasy-haired good friend? It's a pity that you still associate with such people. Look, they are Death Eaters. Are you going to..."

"Marlene!" Mary whispered to Marlene McKinnon.

"Oh, sorry." Ma Lin also felt that she had said something wrong, and she smiled apologetically at Lily.

Lily stood there at a loss. She knew of course that those two people were friends of Severus Snape...

But Siphta was her childhood friend.

She knew that Sev had always been committed to joining the Death Eaters, a group that put blood above all else, but she still missed the relationship she had with Sev when they were young and wanted to persuade him to turn back.

But unfortunately, it was all in vain. Sev was determined to get into the Death Eaters' inner circle, and even studied the dark arts, and invited her to join...

She just stood there in a daze, and when she came to her senses, Mary and Marlene had already left.

Lily raised her head, glanced at the sun hanging in the sky, and sniffed hard.

After sighing, he walked forward.

Harry hurried to follow, he wanted to stay with his mother for a while longer.

Harry followed his mother along the lake and came to a tall beech tree where a group of people were gathered.

What he didn't expect was that after he squeezed in with his mother, he found several people standing in front of him whom he had seen in photos.

One of them looked exactly like him, except for the eye color, and was almost a carbon copy of him in fifth grade.

It was his father, James Potter.

Opposite James, there lay a person who was even more unforgettable to him——

Potions professor, Severus Snape.

Snape's mouth was covered in soap bubbles, and he kept vomiting, spitting out pink soap bubbles - Harry almost instantly understood why Professor McGonagall said "If Professor Snape caught him, the outcome would be different" when she used the cleanser on Draco's mouth.

"Let him go!" Lily shouted.

Hearing Lily's voice, James suddenly turned his head, his expression suddenly became deep and melancholy, and he greeted in a steady bubbling voice: "Oh, Evans - how are you?"

"Let him go," Lily repeated. She looked at James with a look of disgust. "What did he do to you?"

"Well..." James pretended to be thinking carefully about the point, "It's mainly because of his existence. You know what I mean..."

Many of the students watching laughed loudly. A tall and handsome boy next to James also laughed, and a short boy behind him also laughed, but Lily did not laugh.

"You think you're funny," she said coldly, "but you're just an arrogant, predatory jerk, Potter... I say, let him go!"

"I'll let him go if you'll come out with me, Evans," said James quickly. "Come out with me and I'll never lay a wand on old Snotlout again..."

Behind him, the effect of the barrier spell was gradually weakening.

Snape began to slowly inching towards his dropped wand, vomiting bubbly, soapy water as he crawled.

"Even if I have to choose between you and the giant squid, I won't go out with you!" Lily said with disgust.

"Bad luck, Prongs," said the handsome boy cheerfully, turning toward Snape. "Ouch!"

But it was too late, Snape had already pointed his wand straight at James, and there was a flash of light, and a deep gash appeared on the side of James' cheek, and blood splattered on his robes.

James turned around suddenly, and after a second flash of light, Snape was hanging upside down in the air, his robes hanging over his head, revealing his skinny, pale legs and a pair of underwear that was almost turning black.

In the small crowd around there were many cheers; James and his two friends were also laughing.

Lily's cheek twitched, and from Harry's perspective, Lily seemed to snort coldly.

but……

Seeing Snape's miserable condition, Harry really couldn't laugh.

(X to JK Rowling, @jk_rowling, don’t take your criticism out on me)
Snape's experience reminded him of the time when Dudley and a group of people bullied him when he was in Muggle school.

He was the same, huddled helplessly among the crowd of onlookers.

The most difficult thing in this world is to empathize.

"Put him down!" Lily shouted again, pulling her wand free.

"Hey, don't make me curse you, Evans!"

James warned, but turned back to read the antidote to Snape.

"Go away, Snotlout." James sighed, "Lucky for you, Evans is here..."

However, Snape suddenly spoke, interrupting James's next words.

"I don't need a stinky little mudblood like her to help me!"

Harry slapped his forehead.

He understood, everything made sense.

Why, when I first entered school, the story I made up caused Professor Snape to react so strongly that he even deducted 20 points from his own school...

Professor Snape's angry face at that time overlapped with Snape's gloomy face at this moment.

It seems... He was regretting what he said at that time...

(If you don’t understand the power of Snape’s words, I can give you an example - when you help a Chinese-Japanese hybrid who is being bullied by the Japanese, that guy says “I don’t need a stinky little pig like you to help me”. I can only say that Lily’s quality is still too high, and she didn’t give him a heart-wrenching bone-cutting blow.)
(End of this chapter)