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HRHL# CHAPTER 189

Harry, of course, would not refuse old Parkinson’s kindness. As Mr. Septimus had taught him, the more friends you have, the more paths open to you.

Groomed meticulously by Mr. Malfoy, Harry was quite adept at handling social interactions.

What no one could have anticipated, however, was that from then on, a unicorn would start auditing classes at Hogwarts alongside the professors.

Naturally, she only followed the second-year Gryffindors, occasionally joining the Hufflepuff...

HRA# CHAPTER 135

“Is it over?” Seeing Harry approach, Dias tilted his head slightly. “Faster than I expected, and, well, much calmer too. You alright, Harry?”

“Thanks, I’m fine,” Harry replied, his expression weary but resolute. He let out a deep sigh. “Let’s go… we should get moving.”

“Wait a sec,” Baldwin scratched his head. “According to protocol, we should check Black’s cell before we leave.”

“Come on, Raoul,” Dias said impatiently, clapping his compan...

HRHL# CHAPTER 188

Far beyond the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest, Harry had no idea that Veratia’s younger brother had betrayed her, even recounting the details of her past with Cassandra to Newt.

At that moment, Harry had just found Poppy Sweeting. Fixing his gaze, he noticed Hermione bouncing and frolicking alongside her with unbridled joy.

The girl and the unicorn hopped about in the snow, shouting “Hooray!” as if performing some mysterious ritual.

To an onlooker, it might have see...

HRA# CHAPTER 134

Until Harry spoke those words, it had taken twelve long years for Sirius Black to finally realize what he had misunderstood and overlooked all that time.

“In short, I’ve had experiences that most people would find hard to believe,” Harry said, looking down at his palm with a self-deprecating smile. “At first, the more love I felt from Old Man Kane, the more I hated the place where I lived for eleven years.”

“I still remember when I was just eleven, how desperately I wa...

HRHL# CHAPTER 187

Veratia hadn’t expected Professor Dumbledore to ask such a question.

“I don’t quite understand what you mean, Professor Dumbledore,” she said.

“You should understand, Miss Grindelwald,” Professor Dumbledore replied. “I know how you feel about Harry. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have crossed a century to come here… But I heard from Newt that you plan to wait for Miss Malfoy’s return before engaging in a fair competition with her?”

“That’s indeed my intent...

HRA# CHAPTER 133

“We’re here,” Diaz said, halting abruptly and turning to Harry. “Baldwin and I will wait over there… Be careful with Black. Don’t let him hurt you.”

“Thanks, I’ll be cautious,” Harry replied with a nod.

The two Beaters stepped aside, leaving only Harry and Lucius standing at the door of Sirius Black’s cell.

From the outside, Sirius’s cell looked no different from the others. Even without stepping inside, a foul stench assaulted the senses—a mix of r...

HRHL# CHAPTER 186

The Slytherin students sprawled on the floor, staring at the ceiling with expressions that suggested they’d lost all hope in life.

Being outdone in Charms was a minor humiliation—but to have their ancestors’ deeds dragged into the open, detailed with such viviad clarity, was utterly mortifying, leaving them defenseless and exposed.

Thankfully, their savior had finally arrived.

“Miss Grindelwald?” Snape’s voice echoed from the doorway. “What exactly are you all ...

HRA# CHAPTER 132

A single glance was enough to know this island was no place for the living.

The sky was shrouded in a perpetual veil of dark clouds, so low it felt like the heavens might collapse at any moment, pressing down with an oppressive weight. Combined with the chilling, near-opaque fog that clung to the island’s edges, it was as if the entire place was wrapped in a suffocating cocoon, exuding a sense of confinement. The island itself felt like one giant prison.

There wasn’t even a pr...

HRHL# CHAPTER 185

As Veratia stepped into the common room, the dozen or so Slytherin students rose in unison, their movements eerily synchronized.

A glint of amusement flickered in Veratia’s eyes. She spared the Slytherins a fleeting glance before continuing toward the dormitory, unbothered.

“Hold it, Grindelwald,” called the girl at the forefront.

It was Sylvia Melville, a seventh-year Slytherin.

“Yes? Is there something you need?” Veratia asked, her voice soft and delicate.<...

HRA# CHAPTER 131

“Exactly. After all, Britain only fields a handful of teams,” Tegan Ryan shrugged, saying, “The Irish Quidditch National Team, the Scottish Quidditch Team, the Welsh Quidditch Team, the English Quidditch Team—you get the idea.”

Why Ireland competed as a separate national team while there were three other teams outside of Ireland… Harry understood all too well.

Even in the wizarding world, the British Empire had its own peculiarities.

Mingling with a group of adul...

HRHL# CHAPTER 184

Thursday was a bright, sunny day, though the biting chill of the wind still cut through the air.

After all, it was still winter, and at the high latitude of the Scottish Highlands, there was no chance of year-round warmth like the equator. Despite the influence of the North Atlantic Current, the latitude of the Highlands was comparable to that of Moscow.

In the afternoon, students from all four houses were scheduled to attend a Care of Magical Creatures class together. Since it wa...

HRA# CHAPTER 130

To be honest, this was the real reason Harry had agreed to join the Quidditch club in the first place—a chance to find a recreational activity that let him cut loose and revel in the thrill of intense competition without the shadow of war hanging over him.

The Ballycastle Bats were every bit as formidable as their reputation suggested. Back at Hogwarts, during school matches, no one had ever forced Harry to relinquish the Quaffle once he had it in his grasp. But the Bats had managed i...

HRHL# CHAPTER 183

Amid the noisy chatter of her classmates, Veratia rose from Harry’s side and walked over to Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall lifted the Sorting Hat by its pointed tip, and the old hat squirmed a couple of times in protest.

“Thank you, Professor,” Veratia said, performing a graceful curtsy.

Professor McGonagall had a favorable impression of the blonde girl. Given Gellert Grindelwald’s reputation, she had initially imagined Veratia as a brooding, ambitious, p...

HRA# CHAPTER 129

The moment the whistle blew, Tegan Ryan shot upward, accelerating swiftly. In professional Quidditch, every team used the finest brooms—nothing like Hogwarts, where Harry Potter was the only one riding the fastest, newest model among the four house teams.

This meant that fourteen Firebolt 2000s now streaked through the air, their identical performance leveling the playing field. Harry couldn’t rely on raw speed to dominate—an issue that fueled the skepticism of fans who doubted hi...

HRHL# CHAPTER 182

Harry had no reason to hide anything, so he recounted the events involving Miss Farley in detail.

Upon hearing that Miss Farley had been defeated by Harry, Veratia nodded knowingly and reached out to pinch Poppy’s chin.

“So that’s how it is.” Her grip was a touch too firm, making Poppy bleat in protest, muttering under her breath about “the evil Grindelwald.”

Harry set down Miss Farley’s letter and said to Veratia, “By the way, there’s only a week left unti...

HRA# CHAPTER 128

What was that phrase again?

Ah, a sea of people—even inside the Kenmare Kestrels’ locker room, Harry could hear the roaring cheers of the enthusiastic crowd outside, along with their jeers and curses aimed at the opposing team.

This was just the norm for Quidditch matches... After all, wizarding Quidditch was far more brutal and far less restricted than Muggle football.

“I hope you’re not too nervous, Harry,” said Callum O’Hare, the team captain, as...

HRHL# CHAPTER 181

With his Seer’s Eye, Gellert naturally knew that this unicorn girl was the Hufflepuff maiden he had foreseen.

The smile on his face gradually turned wicked. As long as he could sabotage the… ahem, inappropriate feelings between his sister and Scarhead, he’d be willing to do anything—work for Scamander, or even shovel Niffler droppings every day!

However, this increasingly sinister grin didn’t escape Poppy’s notice. She glanced at him, then at Veratia, her expr...

HRA# CHAPTER 127

“Anyone want to give it a try?” Harry asked, turning his head after explaining a series of precautions. “Don’t worry, I can assure you it’s completely safe—no danger or accidents.”

“Er… maybe I’ll go?” Hermione said, her face a mix of hesitation and resolve.

Despite her words, the young witch still looked somewhat nervous.

And who could blame her? Harry looked like he’d just walked out of a slaughterhouse, covered in blood from Ragehorn’s tongue. Th...

HRHL# CHAPTER 180

Harry couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off, though he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was.

The noise here was deafening, with Gellert taking a beating, so why hadn’t his loyal followers shown up? Only when he called for them did they finally appear in the room…

Something was wrong. Very wrong.

Suppressing his curiosity, Harry followed Veratia to two adjacent guest rooms.

“See you tomorrow, Harry,” Veratia said softly. She looked down a...

HRA# CHAPTER 126

The Grangers really knew everything.

Whether it was the things Harry Potter had done at school or that magical suitcase of his, young Hermione had excitedly talked about them at home countless times—it was hard to say if there was some hint behind the flurry of urgent letters she sent.

Like, for instance, asking one day, “Aren’t your friends coming to visit?” and the next, “Tell me more about that suitcase…”

That sort of thing.

Mr. Granger desperately wan...

HRHL# CHAPTER 179

Cassandra’s whereabouts?

Not only Harry and Veratia, but Dumbledore himself was also deeply curious to know where she was.

No particular reason—just pure curiosity.

“Where is she?” Harry asked urgently.

To his surprise, Gellert was in no rush. Instead, he flashed Harry a cryptic smile.

“Potter… your wandering heart doesn’t surprise me in the least. Has no one ever told you not to show concern for one woman in front of another?”

He never miss...

HRA# CHAPTER 125

With a speed that surpassed even her earlier dash out of the house, Hermione rushed back inside, while Harry, after exchanging brief greetings with the Grangers, was ushered into the living room.

The living room was impressively spacious, with large floor-to-ceiling windows adjacent to the backyard garden. These windows ensured ample natural light while offering a direct view of the garden’s scenic beauty. The overall decor leaned toward cool tones, with an understated carpet pattern ...

HRHL# CHAPTER 178

Compensation?

What a distant word.

Gellert, dangling from the ceiling, abruptly fell silent.

He knew that the moment his sister uttered the word “compensation,” it meant there was still hope for his salvation.

Gellert pricked up his ears, eager to hear what his sister and Dumbledore had in mind regarding this so-called compensation.

“Speak freely, Senior,” Dumbledore said, his tone devoid of any objection.

Veratia spoke softly, “My request is simp...

HRA# CHAPTER 124

As per Rita Skeeter’s wishes, Harry recounted the events of that day in great detail—naturally, omitting the parts involving Alfred, Fawkes, and the Malfoy family.

In Harry’s version, he was merely heading to the park as usual when, out of nowhere, he received a warning letter from the Ministry of Magic. At the time, he didn’t even know what kind of magic had triggered it.

It was a straightforward explanation, devoid of any embellishment or exaggeration… Truth be told, t...

HRHL# CHAPTER 177

Veratia’s arm was tightly wrapped around Harry, as if afraid he might slip from her grasp.

Harry, too, worried that breaking free from Veratia’s embrace might cause her to overexert her magic, so he clung fiercely to her slender waist.

“I’ll admit, Senior Grindelwald,” Dumbledore said, shaking his head, “if you weren’t carrying a burden, I doubt I’d be your match.”

“Harry is not my burden, Professor Dumbledore,” Veratia replied softly. “Besides, this ...

HRA# CHAPTER 123

Alfred was an exceptionally unique house-elf.

What made him so unique was that, despite being born into a slave-like environment, with every instinct in his blood and everything around him telling him to be loyal to his master, to serve them to the best of his ability even at the cost of his life, Alfred resisted those instincts.

Or rather, he possessed an extraordinarily rare ability that most house-elves lacked: the capacity for independent thought, the ability to step outside h...

HRHL# CHAPTER 176

Upon hearing his sister’s furious threat, Gellert was both sorrowful and delighted.

Sorrowful, because it seemed Albus was doomed to face his sister’s wrath as well.

Delighted, because someone would share his punishment—and that someone was Albus. Could there be anything more amusing?

“Dumbledore is certainly deplorable, but you…” Veratia let out a cold huff, raising her wand. The two sofas beside her transfigured into armored knights, which promptly hoisted Gell...

HRA# CHAPTER 122

Was it a deterrent to the wizarding world?

Or perhaps… a deterrent to himself?

What if those four elemental giants weren’t fighting each other but were instead acting on Harry’s command, launching an attack on someone or some place?

Could the Ministry of Magic’s Aurors withstand such an assault?

A cascade of questions forced Dumbledore to pause and reflect deeply. The real world wasn’t like the video games Dudley played, with infinite save points and reloads....

HRHL# CHAPTER 175

A hamster?

No matter how Gellert racked his brains, he couldn* couldn’t fathom why, in his sister’s eyes, he had become a hamster.

If anyone else had said such a thing, the Gellert Grindelwald brand gas stove would have already ignited in a blaze of fury.

But alas, the one who uttered those words was his sister.

Even after learning that his sister had lost her magic, Gellert’s target of attack had only been Harry, not her.

Blood ties, after all, held a cert...

HRA# CHAPTER 121

The scene shifted, the forest morphing into rolling hills. The wooden sun stirred once more, casting its glow on three witches and a knight, arm in arm, descending the slope together.

“And so, the four of them lived happily for a very long time, never knowing, nor ever suspecting, that the waters of the Fountain of Good Fortune held no magic at all,” came Dumbledore’s voice, the old man leisurely delivering the final summary of the performance.

A deeply educational and perfe...