Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Water Margin

Chapter 22 Weasley Rebukes Granger

So Harry asked why this ring knife cost 10,000 Galleons, and Legnark shook his head and said:

"My ancestor was the goblin king who forged the sword of Gryffindor. My blacksmithing skills are unmatched by ordinary goblins; only the oldest goblin royal family possesses them."

"Moreover, this sword has three wondrous features that I dare say even the Gryffindor sword cannot match!"

Harry asked, "What are the three wonderful aspects? Tell me about them."

"The first advantage is that it is extremely sharp; it can even split rocks or cut iron blocks with just a light stroke."

"The second advantage is that it can absorb some magical attacks! Mr. Potter, do you know how rare that is? Even someone like me, a descendant of an ancient fairy royal family, cannot guarantee that every weapon I forge will have this effect."

"As for the third advantage..." Legnac chuckled, "This knife kills without leaving a trace of blood."

Harry, upon hearing this, drew the knife again and said, "I don't believe your nonsense; I have to test it!"

Legnack snorted. "Go ahead, Mr. Potter. If this knife doesn't have all the merits I've described, I can give it to you for free—no, I'll give you a discount."

Harry looked around and saw an iron pot in the room. He cut the pot in two with a knife, leaving a clean cut.

Legnack stood tall and proud. "How was it, Mr. Potter?"

"Hmph! I'll try the second one!"

He held the knife and asked Fritzl to cast a powerful spell.

Flitwick waved his wand and cast a shattering spell, but the ring knife only trembled and remained completely unharmed.

"Oh, Harry," Flitwick said with surprise, "this knife is indeed a very rare magical weapon."

"But it's still not worth 10,000 Galleons!"

"Ha! Flitwick, this isn't the era of fashionable weapons anymore. You know, the rarer something is, the more expensive it is!"

Harry said, "Wait a minute, I haven't tried the third thing yet. Bring me the knife and chop someone up for me to see."

Legnack's face jumped. "Mr. Potter, this is a time of peace. We can't just kill people. I can go to the woods and catch a bird for you to verify."

Harry said, "You said murder, not killing birds!"

Seeing his shameless demeanor, Legnack was seething with anger. "I told you, Mr. Potter, there's no one here to kill!"

"If you really don't believe in the wonders of this sword, why don't you try it out with this great dueling master beside you!"

Upon hearing this, Harry gripped the knife and twirled it, the cold gleam blinding Legnark.

"The professor is my mentor, how can I confront him with weapons? It would be better to chop down a demon to test the third wonder."

Seeing the murderous aura emanating from his bones and the killing intent in his eyes, Legnac trembled with fear.

It should be known that this child is a demon child incarnate. At the tender age of eleven, he cut off his ear and splattered blood. He said he wanted to chop up a demon to test its wonders, but Legnack dared not bet that he was just bluffing.

"When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head." Legnac said with a fawning smile, "Mr. Potter, there's no need to try that. I'm willing to lower the price by another four thousand Galleons, just to make friends, how about it?"

"Not enough! You just said that if I couldn't achieve those three wonderful things, you would give me a price of one and a half."

Legnac was stunned, then anger surged up.

Disgusting! Despicable! A vile wizard!

I only said I'd give you a discount, when did I say I'd give you a 50% discount?!

He gritted his teeth and swallowed hard. "Of course, Mr. Potter, all you need is... three thousand Galleons."

Harry laughed and said, "I've always thought Master was a good goblin, and today I know it's true."

"I didn't bring these three thousand Galleons with me. How about I write you a magical IOU, and you can go to Gringotts and collect it yourself?"

Legnac was seething with anger, but he still smiled and said, "Of course, that's no problem."

Harry wrote an IOU, put his fingerprint on it with Legnak, and Flitwick cast a spell before leaving with his knife.

The two emerged from the crypt. Flitwick muttered to himself about how greedy the goblin was, when suddenly Harry produced a bag of gold coins, saying, "I am deeply fortunate to have met such a esteemed teacher as you, Professor. This is a small gift to offer you; I hope you will accept it."

The bag of gold coins was even bigger than it had been in the spells class that day, stuffed full and almost overflowing.

"Oh, Harry, put it away quickly. I'm not that kind of greedy wizard."

"Even a professor who is honest and upright needs money to support his family."

"Harry..."

Seeing that he wouldn't take it, Harry knelt down on one knee. "Professor, if you don't take it, I won't get up!"

Flitwick was a good teacher who had never seen anything like this before. He couldn't refuse, so he took the bag of gold coins, and only then did Harry get up.

It should be noted that there were more than two hundred Galleons in the bag. When Flitwick took it, he felt that it was heavy and weighty.

This is already equivalent to my annual salary, right?

Flitwick's expression was complicated as he looked at the gold and red scarf around Harry's neck.

When they were sorted into the academy, why couldn't those little eagles have also roared like the little lions?

Back at school, Harry immediately found an open space to practice with his ring knife, and soon he was drenched in sweat.

He thought to himself: This knife is good, but I can't unleash even a third of its power. It needs to be forged into steel before I can use it.

Harry then focused solely on practicing his sword skills, neglecting his studies. Fortunately, with Hermione's guidance, he was able to catch up with the lessons.

During the spell class that day, Flitwick taught a levitation spell, and the students recited the incantation "Yugadim Leviosa," but none of them had any effect.

Flitwick surveyed the room, saying, “Little wizards, don’t forget Balfio. He pronounced ‘f’ as ‘s’ and found himself lying on the floor with a bison standing on his chest—oh, look, Miss Granger has done it.”

"Gryffindor gets a point!"

Hermione scored, her eyes crinkling with a smile.

Seeing Harry and Ron chanting the spell without flinching, Feather instructed, "It's Feather plus Dimlevi-O-Sa, make sure the 'plus' is pronounced long and clearly."

"If there's anything you still don't understand, feel free to ask me. I think the second and third successful wizards also add points."

Ron had been repeatedly failing at casting spells and was already seething with resentment. Hearing this offer of extra points made him feel like his stomach was about to burst.

"Enough, Granger! If you're so smart, why don't you use your brilliant brain to figure out why nobody wants to talk to you!"

"Seamus is absolutely right! If grades are that important to you, you should go to Hufflepuff!"

"Instead of watching Harry get surrounded by a bunch of Slytherins from afar and yelling pointless things like 'Stop fighting!'"

He unleashed the resentment he had been holding back for two months, leaving Hermione stunned.

Both of them were his friends, and Harry wanted to say something polite, but before he could speak, Hermione suddenly covered her face and ran away.

Granger was determined to get extra points, but Weasley angrily denounced him for being heartless. His classmates ostracized him for a long time, and his best friend hurled insults at him. Heartbroken and in tears, he fled in panic, disappearing without a trace. To find out what happens next, stay tuned for the next installment.