Harry Potter with Technology System

Ch371- Harem?

Astoria giggled impishly. "Seems to me it's a harem more than a secret love affair."

That was all it took. The conversation, which had been hovering between half-serious bets and outright jokes, veered into dangerous territory. Tracey nearly choked on her pumpkin juice, while Pansy let out a loud, unladylike snort.

Daphne sighed, setting down her fork with exaggerated patience. "Astoria, don’t start."

"But I haven’t even said anything yet," Astoria said innocently, batting her eyelashes. "I’m just pointing out the obvious. Harry’s got all these girls orbiting around him—Slytherin, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw. Even Beauxbatons girls are looking his way. It’s only logical to assume he’s collecting admirers."

Susan raised an eyebrow. "And where exactly do you fit in this grand theory?"

Astoria shrugged, smirking. "Clearly, I’m part of it."

Tracey wiped her mouth, still laughing. "Alright, so if it is a harem, who’s at the top?"

"Obviously Daphne," Pansy said immediately. "She’s the Ice Queen of Slytherin. Prime candidate."

Daphne gave her a flat look. "You know I can hex you, right?"

"Oh, definitely," Pansy said cheerfully. "Which is why you would fit the role perfectly."

Ginny leaned forward. "Wait, wait. If Daphne’s the main one, then what does that make the rest of us?"

Astoria tapped her chin. "Well, let’s see. Tracey’s the childhood best friend who secretly has a crush but refuses to admit it. Hermione’s the intellectual who’s too busy solving mysteries to notice she’s in a romance novel. Luna’s the eccentric wildcard that no one sees coming but somehow wins in the end. Pansy’s the fiery tsundere who would rather hex Harry than confess. Susan’s the one who acts like she’s above it all but secretly enjoys the chaos."

Hermione sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "This is ridiculous."

Luna, on the other hand, looked genuinely intrigued. "So who does Harry choose in the end?"

Astoria grinned. "Plot twist—he marries all of them and forms the first legally recognized magical harem."

The table descended into absolute chaos. Pansy was practically crying with laughter, Ginny smacked Astoria on the arm, and Tracey dramatically declared that she refused to be part of any ‘Potter-approved collection.’

Across the table, the boys were watching with varying degrees of amusement.

Blaise smirked. "I think I speak for everyone when I say this conversation is both horrifying and fascinating."

Theodore shook his head. "More horrifying, honestly."

Draco, who had been listening quietly, suddenly leaned forward, smirking at Harry. "So, Potter, care to comment on your alleged harem?"

Harry didn’t even look up from his plate. "I plead the Sixth."

There was a beat of silence before Neville hesitantly asked, "What’s the Sixth?"

Harry grinned and high-fived Astoria. “Gamp’s Law of Elemental Transfiguration—hidden exemption, sixth rule. ‘One cannot transfigure a harem into existence… unless one is Harry Potter.’”

The table erupted into laughter. Tracey snorted into her drink, nearly choking again, while Daphne just shook her head, smirking. Pansy leaned back, arms crossed. “That sounds made up.”

Harry grabbed a piece of toast, looking completely unbothered. “Doesn’t mean it’s wrong.”

Fred and George, as usual, took the joke and ran with it. “Oi, Potter!” Fred called out, clapping his hands together. “Think you could teach us that one? Sounds useful.”

George nodded solemnly. “For academic purposes, of course.”

Ginny rolled her eyes. “You two don’t need a harem. You already share one brain cell.”

“Rude.” Fred clutched his chest. “We have at least two.”

“Debatable,” Daphne muttered, sipping her tea.

Luna beamed at Harry. "I would love to be in your harem, Harry."

Harry choked on his bread, coughing as he reached for his pumpkin juice. "Thanks, Luna. You would be my Empress."

Tracey groaned, leaning back against the bench. "You take this ‘Emperor Potter’ thing way too seriously."

Nott scoffed, shaking his head. "Too seriously? He’s been called worse. At least this one’s entertaining."

Harry smirked. "Not my fault. The title was bestowed upon me. I’m just naturally amazing."

Daphne rolled her eyes, but there was a faint smirk on her lips. "Amazing at what? Making enemies? Ruining teachers’ expectations? Or finding new and creative ways to break school rules?"

"All of the above," Blaise said, eying the last toast on Emperor's plate.

Pansy huffed. "Honestly, I don’t get why people expect him to play fair anymore. He’s Harry Potter. He’s either bending the rules or making them up as he goes."

Hannah smirked, nudging Susan with her elbow. “Why am I not hearing any of you object to the harem idea? I mean, Susan’s already too far gone—”

Susan turned red, grabbing a bread roll and chucking it at Hannah, who dodged with a laugh. “Shut up, Hannah. You’re no better.”

“Me?” Hannah gasped dramatically. “I am a respectable young lady.”

Pansy grinned. “Respectable young lady in love.”

The group laughed, the joke taking on a life of its own. Ginny turned to Harry, raising an eyebrow. “Why don’t you ever say anything? You enjoy this way too much.”

Harry chuckled, leaning back with his hands raised in mock innocence. “What is there for me to say? You’re all lovely, beautiful young girls. What else could this emperor ask for?”

That only made things worse. The table erupted into more laughter, and Tracey dramatically threw herself back against the bench. “Merlin, he’s embracing it now. We’re doomed.”

Astoria smirked, resting her chin on her hand. “So you admit you’re building a harem?”

Harry grabbed his goblet and took a slow sip of pumpkin juice. “I’m just stating facts.”

Pansy shook her head, clearly entertained. “And yet, he’s single.”

Fred leaned forward, grinning. “We can fix that.”

George nodded. “A tournament this big? Bet the Beauxbatons girls are already planning how to snag Hogwarts’ golden champion.”

Daphne rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. Like Harry would fall for someone just because she batted her eyelashes at him.”

Tracey snickered. “No, but if they challenged him to a duel first, he might consider it.”

Susan shook her head, smirking. “That’s actually fair.”

The conversation shifted as plates refilled themselves, the warm scent of roasted meat and fresh bread filling the Great Hall. Despite the chaotic start to the evening, things had settled into something normal—or at least, as normal as they got when Harry and his friends were involved.

Across the table, Blaise tapped his fork against his plate. “Jokes aside, what’s the actual plan for this tournament, Potter? You’ve got two slots, which means twice the trouble.”

Harry finished chewing before answering. “First task is in three weeks. No clue what it is yet.”

Theodore tilted his head. “Think they’ll make you do it twice?”

“They don’t know what to do with me,” Harry said. “They’ll probably wait until the last minute and then pretend they had a plan all along.”

Daphne smirked. “Sounds like every adult in this school.”

Draco leaned forward, arms crossed. “So what’s your angle? Playing along and waiting for them to slip up?”

Harry shrugged. “I’m not going to sit around hoping someone else figures it out. Whatever they throw at me, I’ll deal with it.”

Fred grinned. “That’s the spirit.”

Ginny rolled her eyes. “You lot act like he’s fighting dragons.”

Harry chuckled at that. He already knew the first task was dragons. But he kept it to himself. No point in stirring up a panic. Let them enjoy their theories for now.

Across the table, Tracey was still smirking. "I wouldn’t put it past them. What's next? A Manticore? Maybe a Chimera? Something equally suicidal, knowing the way this school operates."

"Whatever it is," Blaise said, pouring himself a drink, "Potter's got to do it twice. That alone makes it worth watching."

Draco leaned back in his seat, arms crossed. "Unless he figures out how to make his two entries work for him. Which, let’s be honest, if anyone’s going to bend the rules to their advantage, it’s Potter."

"True," Daphne mused. "And since Hogwarts only has one champion, technically speaking, the professors don’t even have to pretend to care about the others."

Harry took a sip of his pumpkin juice. "Good. Less competition."

That got a few laughs. Even Hermione, who had been looking exasperated the entire conversation, sighed and shook her head. "You know, this should be more concerning. We don’t even know what they’ll throw at you."

"Whatever it is, I’ll handle it."

Ginny rolled her eyes. "And you call us overconfident."

Fred and George grinned. "Potter has earned the right to be overconfident."

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