Cassandra: Take Off Your Clothes, Potter!

When Harry visited Gringotts this time, he still looked like a 19-year-old after drinking the Ageing Potion.

Even after seeing Harry many times, the Goblin at Gringotts still hadn't become desensitized.

Upon seeing Harry, the security guards at the entrance immediately stood at attention.

Harry walked effortlessly to the familiar Griphook and stopped him from calling Scad.

"I'm here to go to the new vault, Griphook."

As he spoke, Harry pulled out the deposit slip he had found inside the Notebook cover.

Griphook took the deposit slip, examined it carefully, and then took out a thick book from the cabinet behind him, slamming it down on the table with a dull thud.

The book seemed to have been untouched for a long time; when it was slammed onto the table, a cloud of green dust even rose up.

Griphook to turn the pages, I searched carefully.

After about six or seven minutes, Griphook finally looked up and said, "Found it, Mr. Potter. This deposit slip belongs to Miss Malfoy Cassandra Malfoy of the Malfoy family. She stored some personal items and some Galleon in Vault 831."

"I hope the vault won't be emptied this time?" Harry asked casually.

Upon hearing Harry's words, Griphook quickly shook his hands.

"Don't worry, Mr. Potter, that will absolutely not happen!"

"That would be best. Lead the way, Griphook," Harry said.

The two continued riding in the track car, speeding along the tracks of the Gringotts underground vault with a whooshing sound in the wind.

"I really enjoy this exhilarating feeling, Mr. Potter," Griphook shouted. "Nothing is more delightful than opening the vault and seeing gleaming gold coins after such a thrilling journey. It relieves a lot of worries—of course, there are many times when you can't guarantee you'll see a vault that will truly impress you."

Harry felt that the Griphook must be alluding to the Weasley family's vault, after all, he had heard that even rats who went into the Weasley family's vault would come out with tears in their eyes.

"Wealth is just an external thing, Griphook."

Harry shouted—otherwise, the howling wind on either side would drown out his voice.

"You should know that some worries cannot be solved with money."

"That's what you think, Mr. Potter. You're a legendary wizard," Griphook said loudly. "And I'm just a mediocre man, a common man. A man like me has no 'worries,' at most a little unpleasant—what can make me happy? Only money!"

Harry was somewhat envious of Griphook's mental state; that way, he wouldn't have to worry about so many things.

"We're here." Griphook stopped the car and said to Harry, "This is Vault 831, Mr. Potter. Please watch your step."

After saying that, Griphook walked to the door of the vault, reached out and took out a bronze key, and inserted it into the keyhole of the vault.

A moment later, the vault door creaked open and then collapsed with a crash.

"It must be said that the Malfoy family was indeed very wealthy back then. I could never have imagined that the Malfoy family would spend 100,000 Galleon to hire Gringotts to cast some Charms on the vault to prevent the items from being destroyed by time."

Holding the list in his hand, Griphook said, "You have to admit the Malfoy family are really powerful, aren't you?"

Harry looked through the open vault door and found that the interior wasn't filled with the glittering gold of Galleon as Harry had imagined. Instead, it contained everyday furniture and other items.

He walked into the vault and found a pair of brand-new leather shoes arranged in a T-shape in front of him.

Beside those shoes was a simple, unadorned table, on which sat a vase holding a budding hyacinth and a camellia.

When Harry's gaze fell upon the two flowers, the two buds trembled slightly for a moment, and then, within moments, they blossomed into two full-blown flowers.

"It's a miracle, Mr. Potter," Griphook exclaimed from behind. "Even after nearly a hundred years, this hyacinth and camellia are still alive..."

Yes, they are still alive.

Two brightly blooming blue and red flowers complement each other, as if there were no more intimate beings in the world.

Harry decided to keep it safe, so he carefully put the vase in his wallet.

"Alfonso!" Harry shouted a warning, "Don't hurt those two flowers, understand?"

"Yes, young master!" Alfonso hissed in response.

Harry planned to have Professor Sprout examine the two flowers to see if the expert Herbology could find a way to preserve them forever.

For some reason, Harry's intuition told him that these two flowers held great significance for him.

The vault contained mostly furniture, and even a lot of tableware, such as porcelain and enamelware purchased at high prices from China, as well as many other expensive treasures.

They were for two people, Harry could see clearly.

He opened a leather suitcase next to him, then closed it again, his face flushed.

Inside were all Cassandra's clothes.

Ahem... Of course, it wasn't one of those secondhand robes he'd worn, but rather some young girls' clothes.

but...

He opened the suitcase again.

He found a letter on the clothes.

He opened the letter, which read:

Potter:

I think you still cherish our friendship, which is why you came here... right?

There are eight thousand Galleon in the vault that I've prepared for you. I don't want you, Muggle, to have to rely on school aid to go to school—or to be taken in as a lackey by some other woman... Remember, you can only be my lackey.

The clothes under the suitcase are for myself; you've grown up now and are no longer allowed to wear my old robes.

Also, I'll settle the score with you for breaking my Notebook —if I ever see you again. And your jealous... or maybe girlfriend's, breaking my Notebook is incredibly rude. I hope you can keep her in check, or I'll teach you a lesson, Potter.

Malfoy

Harry put down Cassandra's Letter, unsure whether to feel relieved or smug. Luckily, it was the Parrot Jack who tore the Notebook; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to wash off the filth even if he jumped into the River Thames.

He knew better than anyone that Cassandra would easily become emotional towards him whenever Veratia was involved.

For example, the second semester of fifth grade...

He had planned to play the magical little games left by Merlin with Cassandra, but he couldn't resist bringing up the idea of playing the games with Veratia.

"So, you and that Grindelwald..." Cassandra's gaze turned dangerous, "... you two... went to the Merlin's ruins together? You even gave her your clothes?"

"Yeah..." Harry hadn't realized the seriousness of the problem. "I think she..."

"Take it off!" Cassandra looked at him coldly.

"What?" Harry didn't understand what Cassandra meant.

"I told you to take them off! My clothes!" Cassandra stamped her foot and said, "Take them off!"

Harry stood there dumbfounded, taking off the secondhand robe that Cassandra had forced upon him. The robe burned to ashes under the Blazing Flames.

Cassandra stomped on his foot and left without looking back.

Anyway...

Harry still felt guilty every time he thought about it.

He didn't know why, he just felt guilty.

After putting the letter away, Harry continued searching the vault, intending to look carefully for any other traces Cassandra had left behind.

Upon seeing Harry pull out his wand, Griphook instantly became alert.

"Mr. Potter, magic is not allowed here in principle—"

But seeing Harry's look, Griphook changed his tune from the heart and said, "However, this is only in principle. If Mr. Potter really needs it, I think it's not impossible."

"Revelio (The Revealing Charm)!"

February 14, 1898, Wiltshire, England.

Mr. Malfoy. Septimus Malfoy, having just finished his meeting at the Ministry of Magic, returned to his manor early, intending to spend the holiday with his family.

Sadly, his wife passed away 15 years ago, leaving behind two children.

The older one is called Ignatius Malfoy, and is Mr. Septimus's pride.

The younger one was called Cassandra, and she was also a treasure of Septimus.

The family should have lived happily together, but everything changed because of the appearance of the little boy with a scar on his head.

Mr. Septimus still can't understand how his beloved daughter could fall for a Muggle-born orphan.

However, given the Malfoy family's resources, Mr. Septimus didn't need to arrange a marriage for his daughter. As long as his daughter liked it, Muggle-born boy... well, he was much better than a Muggle.

After that, the little boy with the scar on his head gradually gained Mr. Malfoy's approval.

Even though he was Muggle-born and had no parents... this child had a pure and kind heart.

Malfoy didn't need his future son-in-law to be an outstanding person or how exceptional he was; as long as he was a good person, that was enough.

Just as Mr. Malfoy had accepted this fact, a bolt from the blue struck: the boy with the scar on his head disappeared.

After that, the daughter went mad. She heard from somewhere that the boy had returned to a hundred years in the future and foolishly tried to find him using Time Magic.

I'm so tired...

However, when he returned to the manor, something unexpected happened.

The eldest son Ignatius, told him that Cassandra had gone to Gringotts again.

Mr. Malfoy's first reaction was that he was exhausted, and his next thought was to tell Ignatius to bring the man back as soon as possible.

Inside Gringotts, Cassandra is storing items in Vault 831.

This number was carefully selected by her, and it was also something Ignatius Malfoy bought from someone else at a high price.

The symbolism... August 31st.

At this point, six years had passed since Harry disappeared.

Cassandra has transformed from the once vibrant and proud young woman into the woman in the vault who appears somewhat worried and sullen.

She held a vase that seemed to have been enchanted, inside which was a hyacinth bud about to bloom.

Hyacinth, whose first letter is H, not only symbolizes Harry, but is also Cassandra's favorite flower.

The other plant is a camellia, symbolizing Cassandra.

This is a Victorian era custom where, on February 14th each year, Valentine's Day, couples would transplant two spring shoots with two buds about to bloom into a specially made pot. The first letter of the flower's name had to match the first letter of the couple's names.

A few days later, if the two buds on the spring branch bloom in full glory, complementing each other, it is a sign that the lovers will grow old together.

If the two buds bloom in opposite directions, one to the east and the other to the west, then this couple will eventually part ways.

If the flowers bloom large and brightly, it signifies a future filled with many descendants and family happiness.

If a flower withers and dies, one of the lovers is in danger of dying young.

She muttered a few incantations and placed the vase on the table.

At the same time, a letter was also placed in the suitcase.

Having done all this, Cassandra looked at her masterpiece with a hint of satisfaction.

Then, after thinking for a moment, she took out a pair of brand-new leather shoes and placed them in a T-shape under the bed on the side of the door.

This is also Valentine's Day custom. Unmarried women believe that if they place their shoes in a T-shape under the bed with the window open, they will definitely dream of their sweetheart or find him standing in front of their bed.

Valentine's Day, Potter.

She murmured, gently squeezing the small bottle in her arms.

This was the Potions she had prepared, intending to use it to pass the long time while searching for Harry.

This Potions was something she had painstakingly obtained from Mr. LeMay after a long period of effort.

Of course, instead of directly asking for Potions, he asked for a bunch of books on Divination and Prophecy, and ended up finding notes about making the Philosopher's Stone back then.

She struggled internally for a long time before finally tearing off a page with trembling hands and tucking it into her Divination book.

Although the side effects were a bit severe, Cassandra felt they were still acceptable.

Proud as she was, she would rather pay a price than endure a hundred years and meet Harry with an aged face.

She glanced at the vault one last time and left Gringotts.

As she approached the bank, she saw Ignatius hurrying by.

I'm sorry, brother.

goodbye.

With those thoughts in mind, she left Gringotts Bank.

She then returned to the room she had temporarily rented at the Leaky Cauldron.

Cassandra leaned against the window, taking one last, wistful look at her father who had anxiously come looking for her.

She activated the Merlin's Treasure she had stolen from her home.

After a dizzying spin, she found herself in a Chamber of Secrets surrounded by stars.

"Lumos!"

Cassandra patted the airtight walls around her with satisfaction, took out a small pouch with Untraceable Extension Charm from her bosom, and pulled out the Potions and goblet she had prepared beforehand.

She poured the emerald green Potions into the cup, and the Potions formed a green cloud in the water.

Cassandra extended her gloved hand and gracefully took the wine glass.

Of course, some people have criticized her for holding the cup incorrectly—but this gesture was taught to her by Victoria.

Cheers~

She curled her lips into a smile, raised her long, beautiful neck, and drank the Potions in one gulp.

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(These 4000 words are from yesterday. I'm sad as I am, but I still have to keep writing.)