How to Spice Up Legilimency

Sirius remark was undeniably excessive; it was a direct insult to Snape.

Fortunately, Snape was a man of great patience; he only glanced at Snape Sirius before turning his head away.

Stingy?

mean?

You don't know how many Potions I've taken from you over the years of raising your son?

However, being a proud and arrogant man, Snape would never reveal these things.

To avoid the two arguing at the dinner table, Lupin immediately changed the subject.

"I really didn't expect Miss Grindelwald's cooking to be so delicious," he said, picking up his Prongs. "It reminds me of Lily; she was a great cook back then."

You know what, Lupin has always been a very articulate person.

This compliment made Veratia extremely happy.

Hmm... does she look like Lily?

Just then, Harry looked up and glanced at Veratia.

Veratia leaned close to Harry's ear and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Sweetie, call me Mommy."

Harry choked on his saliva after being teased like that.

He let out a deafening roar and glanced at Veratia with a puzzled look.

But then he found the woman casually saying to Lupin, "This is all from my past training. My parents died very early, so I raised Gellert all by myself. Of course, I was the one who cooked the meals at home."

"You raised Gellert all by yourself?" Hermione asked in surprise. "Gellert is... is that Gellert Grindelwald? Jesus, my Bible! I always thought you were Mr. Grindelwald's descendant. I never imagined you were... were his sister."

"Time, isn't it amazing?" Veratia said with a smile. "I just used Time Magic to travel to a hundred years in the future. Strictly speaking, I'm not a centenarian, so you don't need to look at me like I'm some kind of old monster—"

"Then why do you want to travel through time?" Ron asked, looking clueless.

Veratia glanced at Harry and said with a slight smile, "Isn't it all because of this reckless brat? If he hadn't been hit by Runcorn, perhaps he wouldn't have traveled back in time, and we wouldn't have needed to study Time Magic together for him..."

"For this little rascal, Cassandra lost her beloved family, Pabbie became a ghost." Veratia reached out and pinched Harry's cheek. "See, sometimes I think Gellert's nickname for him wasn't so bad."

"What nickname?" Ron asked with interest.

"Scarhead Veela," Veratia said, unable to suppress a laugh.

She said it lightly, but people didn't think so.

Sirius, in particular, felt a mix of emotions.

I thought Harry would have to choose between several women, but now it seems that Harry is so sinful that giving up any of them would be a huge sin.

"Oh, and another nickname, it's called Scarhead Spectacled Beast," Veratia added with a smile.

"Haha." Ron laughed gleefully. As Harry's good buddy, he never shied away from laughing at his good friend.

"But I've always been curious, what exactly caused Harry to travel back a hundred years?" Dumbledore suddenly asked.

"I don't know." Veratia shrugged, then looked at Cassandra. "Cassandra probably doesn't know either. The Malfoy family must have discussed this matter, but I don't think they came to any conclusion."

"Now I know why Voldemort wanted to kill Harry," Sirius suddenly said. "It seems that after hearing that Prophecy, Voldemort thought of Harry from back then, which is why he wanted to kill him..."

"That's not impossible," Lupin said, picking up a piece of pork knuckle. "But Voldemort has always been eccentric, so I wouldn't be too surprised if he did something."

"I always thought Harry and that Harry were two people with the same name," Ron said, patting his cheeks. "Harry has never denied it to me. I remember he even admitted it to me when we were in first year, but I thought Harry was just kidding me, so I didn't believe him."

"It's not your fault, Ron," Dumbledore chuckled, stroking his beard. "No one would believe this so readily, especially not a first-year student like you. It would be abnormal if you believed it outright. I would recommend you visit St Mungo's Hospital and take a look around."

As he spoke, Dumbledore curled his fingers and tapped his temple.

Everyone laughed when they heard Dumbledore's humorous yet witty remark.

After laughing for a while, Hermione continued, "Then, what about Pabbie? Is she destined to remain in this ghostly form forever?"

"Oh, Mr. LeMay has found a way for me to regain my body." Pabbie floated around Hermione. "However, the Potions still needs to be brewed for a while, so all we can do now is wait."

"The wait is long, but it will eventually come to an end," she added at the end.

"So, you'll become the first magical Margus, the successful kind," Cassandra said from the side, "A donkey—right?"

"It's Unicorn!" Pabbie shouted angrily at Cassandra.

"Oh, donkey." Cassandra poked at the salad on her plate with her Prongs, picking out carrots and handing them to Harry. "Little helper, eat them for me."

Harry didn't refuse. Cassandra was a very picky eater, and ever since he became her sidekick in first year, Harry had been responsible for eating the foods that Cassandra didn't like.

After all, in Cassandra's words, a well-mannered lady would not waste food.

But Harry also secretly thought to himself that a well-mannered lady wouldn't just let a man eat her food.

However, Harry's emotional intelligence wasn't too low. He knew that it was better to keep those words to himself than to say them aloud, or he'd probably get a beating from Cassandra on the spot.

"You're still such a picky eater." Veratia wrinkled her nose, but her gaze lingered intentionally or unintentionally on Cassandra's underdeveloped Western Europe plains.

That clearly means that your flat chest is obviously caused by picky eating.

Cassandra was keenly aware of Veratia's radar; she took a breath and stared coldly at Veratia's...

Forget it, we don't have an inherent advantage in this area, so what's the point of not competing?

Ron was initially quite envious of his good friend Harry's current situation.

After all, he wouldn't even dare to dream of having two beautiful girls circling around him.

But one day he suddenly thought about what it would be like to have two Hermione around him...

He immediately stopped liking it.

Dinner was eaten quickly, and after finishing, Harry returned to his own room.

According to Sirius, there was no need to leave any trace of the original owner in the room, so he watched as Sirius cleared out a bunch of things related to one of his great-uncles whose name he hadn't seen clearly, completely emptying the house.

"Isn't this a bit much, Sirius?" Harry asked, scratching his head. He felt a little guilty about doing so.

It's somewhat like a cuckoo taking over someone else's place.

It's not even my room, yet I took all of their things and swept them all away. That's a bit unethical.

"Oh, it's nothing." Sirius held onto the cabinet with one hand and spread his other hand out. "I believe my great-uncle wouldn't be unhappy at all if he knew it was you living in his room."

"Really?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"Of course it's true."

Sirius chuckled, reaching out to ruffle Harry's messy hair, showing no sign of awkwardness despite knowing his godson was a legendary wizard from a hundred years ago.

"To be honest, I had a feeling for a while. Ever since I saw you perform so well in Quidditch, I knew you were no ordinary person, but I still didn't expect that you were Harry Potter from a hundred years ago."

As he said this, Sirius's face clearly showed a look of reminiscence.

"You know, James named you after Harry. He thought you were the child of Prophecy and also Voldemort's nemesis, so he wanted a name that suited your identity—then he heard about your deeds and decided to name you Harry Potter. We all agreed at the time, and we felt that the name suited you very well, and even more so the environment at that time... The Magical World was going through a really tough time, everyone was in a panic, Voldemort's terror was hanging over the entire Magical World, of course we needed a chosen the Savior to defeat him."

"But it wasn't me who defeated Voldemort, it was my mother," Harry said with a sigh.

"Yes, your mother, Lily." Sirius reached out and placed his hand on Harry's shoulder. "Your mother was a kind witch, and also the most intelligent witch I've ever met. Even Hermione might not have been as clever as her... It's just a pity that I don't know exactly what happened back then, but I heard that she sacrificed herself to give you an Ancient Charm that could resist the Killing Curse, and then reflected the spell back at Voldemort."

"But you also seem to be exceptionally talented. Remember the letter you saw before?" Sirius continued, "When you were just one year old, you could Accio the house on a toy broom, showing unparalleled Quidditch talent. I knew from that moment that you were no ordinary person."

"Yes, I remember I almost ran over a cat," Harry said, scratching his head.

"Oh, I think that's true." Sirius nodded and said, "Lily really likes cats, but James really likes dogs, and the two of them argued about it once."

"Then why did you choose the cat in the end?" Harry asked curiously.

"Oh," Sirius's face suddenly turned awkward, "That's because Lily said there's already one of me in the house..."

Harry paused for a moment, then couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Hahahaha..." He burst into laughter, "Yeah, Mom's right..."

"But James has suggested more than once that I transform into a more docile dog," Sirius said, raising an eyebrow. "But you know, turning into a dog is really... ugh, those fleas are deadly."

"Just take more baths," Harry said.

"Oh, right, this is for you." Sirius pulled a gold medal from his pocket and handed it to Harry. "This is your father's Quidditch medal. He gave it to me back then, and now I'm giving it to you."

Harry reached out and took the gold medal, which was engraved with the words "James Potter" and Winky in the candlelight.

"Thank you, Sirius," Harry said happily. "I really like it—"

"James always wanted to Seeker, but unfortunately, things didn't go as planned, and he ended up being the Chaser for the Quidditch team," Sirius shrugged. "But you've fulfilled his dream, which is a good thing."

After chatting for a few more minutes, Sirius left the room.

After all, it was getting late, and we still needed to work on getting Regulus out of the cave tomorrow morning.

Harry played with the golden medal for a while, then carefully put it away.

He lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, his mind still on Voldemort.

As he thought about it, he felt his eyelids drooping.

However, after an unknown amount of time, a rustling sound suddenly came from the side.

At the same time, I suddenly felt as if someone had fallen down next to me.

He turned his head and looked at it in the moonlight.

It was Veratia, lying on her side on the bed, looking at him with a slight smile.

"Veratia?" Harry asked in surprise, "What are you doing here?"

"What, can't I come?" Veratia asked with a smile.

"Of course." Harry wasn't sure what he was so happy about, but he was just happy. "I was just thinking about you, and then you showed up..."

"Yes." Veratia looked at him with a smile, still thinking about how to add something extra to Cassandra's Legilimency.

As is well known, the method of practicing Occlumency involves using Legilimency on each other until one can successfully close the brain to resist Legilimency.

Harry clearly hadn't learned this, so naturally, Cassandra was about to see him completely naked.

But it doesn't matter if she just looks at it. Veratia felt she had to add some fluff to Cassandra's story, something that would make her break down.

After much deliberation, Veratia decided that she should take the initiative and launch a night raid.

But lying in bed, she suddenly hesitated.

The social atmosphere a hundred years ago was not as open as it is now, and as a member of the feudalistic leadership, Veratia was naturally a bit... well, old-fashioned.

It's already quite difficult to take the initiative against Harry, let alone go any further.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked with concern, sensing that something was off about Veratia.

"It's nothing." Veratia bit her lip, still struggling with her inner conflict.

What should I do...?

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