"Harry?"
The elderly lady stood up, looking at Harry with surprise and joy.
Harry felt that the elderly lady looked very familiar, but he couldn't quite remember where he had met her—it was on the tip of his tongue, but he just couldn't recall her name.
"I never expected to see you at Horace's party, it seems you're the surprise Horace mentioned." The elderly lady said with a smile, "Oh... it seems you didn't recognize me, but that's okay... do you still remember who taught you those Quidditch feints?"
Hearing this, Harry finally remembered who was in front of him.
Imelda Reyes, the Class Prefect of Slytherin, was extremely skilled at flying, even the strict Professor Gu Chuan of the Flying Class had high praise for her.
You must know that the serious Professor Gu Chuan seldom praised anyone.
It can be imagined how outstanding Imelda's talent in flying was.
If it weren't for Imelda dragging Harry all the time to soar freely on the Quidditch field, first-year Harry might not have been so
"Imelda!" he called out in surprise, "My goodness, I never expected you still..."
He suddenly stopped mid-sentence.
The words sounded a bit inauspicious.
"You still haven't changed, always saying the wrong thing." Imelda said, but there was no sign of blame or anger, "Let me see, is this Annie? I can't believe you still look so young..."
"Imelda." Annie walked forward, hugged Imelda, "It's unbelievable to see you here, how have you been all these years?"
"Not too bad." Imelda said with a chuckle, "I've been living with my husband in South America, and a couple of years ago, I saw the news about the upheaval in the European Ministry of Magic. At that time, I knew you must have succeeded."
"Yes." Harry said with emotion, "Back then, who would have thought Vivi would be so amazing..."
"In fact, all of us Slytherins realized this issue." Imelda said with a laugh, "Even if she didn't time travel, she'd still accomplish great things, we have no doubt about that—as for you, Harry, you're a wizard no less than Miss Grindelwald."
Harry scratched his head; he really didn't think he could be as impressive as Vivi.
But evidently, that's what the Slytherins thought at the time—just imagine, a wizard of exceptional talent and a lady with a deep family background in the United Kingdom was infatuated with him, more importantly, this wizard had a kind heart. It's hard to believe such a wizard wouldn't achieve remarkable feats, even if he is a Mudblood, so what?
"And now?" Harry asked, "Are you planning to settle back in the United Kingdom?"
"Oh, yes, yes." Imelda nodded, "We've decided to move back to live in the United Kingdom, rather than in that barren land of South America, you know, it's too far from civilization there."
As she spoke, Harry could clearly feel the Victorian Era's pride of the old English people emanating from Imelda.
Even the wizards of the Victorian Era couldn't help but puff out their chests when mentioning the might of the British Empire.
At that time, the British Ministry of Magic, along with the Muggle World of the United Kingdom, was mighty across the seas, far more powerful than today's European Ministry of Magic at its peak.
This also shows indirectly how powerful the Malfoy family was at the time.
Harry actually couldn't understand why just a few generations later, the Malfoy family ended up like this.
Was it really like they say, 'A weasel following a rat, each generation worse than the last'?
"That would be wonderful." Harry said with a smile, "Have you kept in touch with any of our old classmates? I was thinking we could organize a school reunion. It's been so many years; I miss everyone a bit."
"Some have passed away, but quite a few are still around." Imelda picked up a teacup, "If you'd like to meet them, I'll write to them and invite them to gather at Hogwarts."
"By the way." Harry suddenly said, "Speaking of which, why didn't you apply to be the flying class professor at Hogwarts back then?"
Harry always had some opinions about Mrs. Hooqi in the flying class, after all, if it weren't for him, Neville would have been in trouble.
If only Mrs. Hooqi had been more useful, it wouldn't have been all for naught!
"Because I wasn't in the United Kingdom, remember?" Imelda sighed, "But now, even if I wanted to be a flying class professor, it's too late, after all, I'm too old for the tense and exciting flying activities now."
Imelda seemed a bit wistful as she said this.
"I haven't ridden a broom and flown in the sky for over twenty years." she said, "Ever since I fell off a broom more than twenty years ago, my grandchildren forbade me from ever riding again..."
"Grandchildren... and great-grandchildren?" Harry swallowed hard.
"Actually, I have great-grandchildren too." Imelda laughed heartily, "And speaking of, they'll be of age to start at Hogwarts next year—I never thought there would be a day when my great-grandchildren could study at Hogwarts at the same time as Harry Potter, it's really..."
Imelda thought for a long time, then said with a suppressed laugh: "Quite amusing."
Harry's face instantly darkened.