Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 439 Always a child in front of the professor
Harry knew almost without a doubt that this was Professor Garrick, the Herbalist.

He clicked on the profile of "Forever Young Garrick," and what greeted his eyes was a garlic-shaped avatar.

Ok……

Harry's lips twitched twice. This portrait couldn't possibly belong to anyone else; it was definitely Professor Garrick.

This professor, true to her name, has a particular fondness for garlic.

After all, "garlic" means garlic.

Hello, children!

After joining the group, Professor Garrick sent a cheerful greeting.

Imelda was the first to reply.

"Good afternoon, Professor! Only you would call us 'children'."

Professor Garrick posted a picture of a garlic clove with a nose and eyes, smiling very happily.

“I received your invitation, Imelda,” she said. “There’s a class reunion on March 12th, right? Don’t worry, I’ll be there on time—I heard that little Harry is back too, is that right?”

“Yes, Professor.” Harry stepped forward and greeted him when he was mentioned.

"Tsk tsk." Professor Garrick types pretty fast. "Alright, then let's meet on that day."

Harry was truly surprised that Professor Garrick was still alive.

Of course, a century before he passed away, he had heard that Professor Garrick was getting married soon, and as for his bride...

She was a witch.

This dealt a hundred times the blow to Harry's young mind at the time.

It wasn't just because of some unspoken feeling deep within him for the young and beautiful professor, but also because—it was the first time he had actually seen a living lesbian.

Professor Garrick: What? You've seen dead lesbians?

They stayed in Hagrid's cabin until evening before reluctantly leaving.

Hagrid was also reluctant to part with them. He stood at the door waving goodbye and wiping away tears with a handkerchief.

I have no idea what he's crying about.

They had just entered the castle, and Hermione was still excitedly chatting with them about her plans, when suddenly Seamus exclaimed urgently, "Watch out!"

They turned around and saw Filch's shadow cast on the wall behind them, and then he himself emerged from around a corner, his back hunched and the fleshy part of his chin jiggling.

"Oh ho!" he panted. "Still not asleep this late? Put him in solitary confinement!"

“Oh, come on, Filch,” Harry said. “I don’t think you saw anything, do you?”

As he spoke, Harry took a large can of cat food out of his wallet and placed it in front of Mrs. Lorris, who was meowing.

Mrs. Lorris meowed and went up to feast.

Filch looked a little embarrassed. He then noticed Harry, coughed twice, turned to look outside, and said, "I think I saw things—"

"Goodbye, Mr. Filch," they all said in unison, then turned and left.

"You're really resourceful, aren't you?" Seamus said with a grin. "I really thought Filch was going to get us, but luckily Harry was quick-witted, or we would have been finished!"

Just as they were about to turn into the Gryffindor Tower, they ran into Peeves, who was happily rushing towards the sound of the commotion, chuckling and shouting, "Wherever there's a fight, wherever there's trouble, call Peeves, he'll be there to cause more trouble!"

"Alright, I got it," Harry said without even looking up. "Wherever there's trouble, you, Mischief, always step in to fix things, right?"

The mischievous ghost spun around in mid-air and then excitedly slipped away.

He admitted that Harry was right.

When they arrived at the entrance to the Gryffindor common room, the Fat Lady was dozing in her portrait. She was not happy to be woken up and her face fell, but she still opened the door and let them climb in.

"What's she upset about?" Ron said as he walked into the common room. "Even though we got back a little late, look at her face. I really suspect if you pulled it down any further, her chin would be touching the ground!"

“It’s not that short,” Hermione said, rolling her eyes. “If only she weren’t a portrait, the Fat Lady could come in handy when Professor Scamander needs someone to dig a hole for him.”

Ron chuckled upon hearing Hermione's words.

That night, they continued playing games in their dorm room.

Playing games is so much fun, who would want to go to bed early?

Hermione was still organizing the materials by herself, and she planned to officially release the first video no later than March 15th.

The next day was Sunday, another leisurely day.

At noon, Hermione called them to the library to help them look up information. Neville was initially quite reluctant, but after Hermione promised to help him pursue Luna, Neville readily agreed.

“Hermione and I are the best of friends in the world!” he said.

They came out of the Gryffindor common room and turned into a corridor on the eighth floor. Perhaps because it was the weekend, only a very small girl was looking at a tapestry of a troll in a ballet tutu.

Seeing the group of sixth-grade students approaching, she seemed frightened and dropped a heavy bronze balance scale she was holding to the ground.

“It’s alright!” Hermione said gently, hurrying over to help her. “Here…” she said, tapping the broken scales with her wand, “It’s back to normal.”

The little girl didn't say thank you; she stood there like a statue, watching them walk away.

Ron turned and looked back at her.

"I feel like the scales have shrunk."

“No, not at all.” Neville said without turning his head, then whispered to Hermione, “Hermione, what kind of boy do you think Luna would like?”

"I prefer something quieter, less fussy." Hermione rolled her eyes; she was now regretting inviting Neville, the love-struck fool, along.

They went downstairs and went to the auditorium for dinner.

Suddenly, a voice rang out from the side.

"Hey, Harry."

Harry turned around and saw Luna.

"Oh, it's Luna." Harry ate his cereal casually. "Good morning."

"It's already noon." Luna spoke as if she were singing, completely oblivious to Neville, whose eyes were fixed on her. "By the way, I came to find Hermione—where is she?"

“They were just here a moment ago…” Harry looked up and searched for a while, only to find that Hermione and Ron were nowhere to be found.

“Then I’ll wait for them here for a while,” Luna nodded. At that moment, Neville’s eyes lit up.

He carried the tray and sat down on the other side of Luna.

“Um, Luna…” he began with difficulty.

“What’s wrong, Neville?” Luna turned her head, glanced at Neville, and then swatted at the top of his head as if swatting away a fly. “You seem upset. I’ve seen a lot of harassing flies bothering you.”

"Really? Do I?" Neville asked somewhat guiltily.

“Of course,” Luna said seriously. “The swarms of harassing flies around you have been going on for a long time.”

"I...I don't know either," Neville said somewhat guiltily. "I don't know what a harassing fly is, I can't see them..."

“Oh, it’s normal that you can’t see it. Very few people can see this kind of creature,” Luna said seriously.

Before Neville could speak, Draco's hoarse voice rang out from not far away.

"Hey, Longbottom, when did you get together with Lovegood?" he asked with a sneer. "A madman and an idiot, they're actually quite a good match, aren't they?"

“Shut up, Malfoy!” Neville turned around and retorted, “You’re better off than me, still a single dog. What do you have to say?”

Draco laughed even louder.

However, his laughter suddenly stopped.

Because he saw Ginny walk in from outside.

Draco immediately slunk back to the long table, pretending to be eating very seriously.

"What's wrong with him?" Neville asked, somewhat puzzled.

"He also has many harassing horseflies."

Luna's voice was ethereal; she didn't take the word "madman" to heart—in fact, Draco had called her... no, in her opinion, it wasn't even an insult; the Ravenclaw girls had used far more offensive language when they insulted her.

“Never mind her, Luna,” Neville said, scoffing. “He’s no good, and even if he dies from the harassing fly buzzing, it’s none of our business.”

“Okay.” Luna nodded. “I’ll listen to you, Neville. Let’s ignore him.”

A short while later, Hermione and Ron returned.

"What have you been doing?" Harry asked curiously. "Luna has been waiting for you for ages, Hermione."

“Let’s go out and check some things,” Hermione said, her face slightly flushed. “You know, we’re prefects, so we’re responsible for some things at Hogwarts, don’t you think?”

Harry could tell at a glance that Hermione was lying, but he didn't call her out on it.

Everyone has some little secrets, right?

Moreover, once we get back and interrogate Ron tonight, the problem will naturally be solved.

After having their meal in the auditorium, they marched in a large group to the library.

Mrs. Pince frowned when she saw them, but ultimately let them in.

Sebastian wasn't in the library; he was currently talking to the portrait of Orminus, so he wouldn't see Harry and Anne sitting together reading.

Otherwise, Saru would definitely be a Red-Warm guy.

“We need to find a lot of information, but I plan to start with the fun history of magic,” Hermione said. “You guys help me pick one, vote, and see which one is better.”

"No loud noises allowed in the library!" Mrs. Pince's voice came at just the right moment.

“Let’s find some,” Harry said, looking up. “Find a few simple and interesting incidents, and then you can elaborate on them.”

After saying that, Harry lowered his head and began looking for magical history events that interested him.

About an hour had passed, and everyone had chosen a few short stories about the history of magic that they found interesting.

After discussion, Hermione decided to tell the story of the evil demon Emeric and the eccentric Ulric.

Emeric, the demon, was a short-lived but extremely powerful wizard. He once wielded the Elder Wand and ruled with terror in southern England during the early Middle Ages.

Finally, he was "slaughtered" in a duel with the monster Egbert.

Professor Binns mentioned this person in his History of Magic class, but Hogwarts students often confuse the demon Emeric with the freak Euric.

The eccentric Yurik was born in the medieval British Isles, but no earlier than 982.

He attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in his youth and was sorted into Ravenclaw.

Newt Scamander recounted the story of Ulric the eccentric in *Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them*, saying, "People know that Ulric the eccentric slept in a room with more than fifty pet jackdaws. During a particularly damp winter, Ulric, after hearing the wailing of his jackdaws, believed himself to be dead and now just a ghost. He then tried to walk through the wall of his house, resulting in what his biographer, Radolf Peterman, described as a 'ten-day concussion'."

There was a time when the eccentric Yurik tried to prove that the calls of the Evil Witch Bird were actually beneficial to human health.

After listening to the calls of the Wicked Witch Bird for three months, he presented his findings to the Wizarding Council.

The council remained unmoved because when Yurik arrived at the council, he was wearing nothing but a small wig. However, upon closer inspection, people discovered that the wig was actually a dead badger.

Therefore, he is considered one of the strangest wizards in history, and thus, he is often the subject of jokes about wizards.

After they had collected all the information about the two people, they left the library with the handwritten copy.

They invited Luna to join them in the Gryffindor common room. As they sat on the sofa, Ron suddenly asked, "How are you going to tell the story of these two people, Hermione?"

"Just say it normally." Hermione was a little confused.

“You demonstrate,” Ron said.

Hermione, puzzled, took the draft she had just completed (about a third of the way through) and began explaining it to Ron.

To his surprise, the more Ron listened, the more he felt something was amiss.

“No, Hermione, no.” Ron tapped the coffee table. “I don’t think this storytelling is much different from Professor Binns’s… Perhaps you could consider doing something a bit more sensational?”

Hermione found Ron's words offensive. What did he mean by "not much different from Professor Binns"?
How I spoke...

Sigh, Ron, he has absolutely no appreciation for my masterpiece...

“Don’t forget, Hermione.” Ron noticed the change in Hermione’s expression and immediately reminded her, “You’re going to be talking about fun facts, fun facts! Understand? The emphasis must be on the word ‘fun’... If the facts you’re talking about aren’t fun, then what will you use to attract the audience?”

Sure enough, Ron got it right, and Hermione fell into deep thought.

"How about this?" Seamus pulled his mouth away from Lavender's. "Why not try a different approach, something sensational? Like a hardcore, ruthless, eccentric character like Yurik..."

(End of this chapter)