If I Find Out You Went Looking for That Cheating Cat First

Harry cautiously took two steps forward and came to Cassandra's side.

"Miss Malfoy?" he called out.

Cassandra in front of him was still asleep, showing no sign of waking up.

"Cassandra?" Harry called out Cassandra's name with a bold voice.

However, Cassandra still showed no sign of waking up.

How exactly do we Awakening her up?

"Let's try the Charms," he thought. "Maybe I can try the Revealing Charm Charms. What if there's some message left by Cassandra here?"

Harry, who was always very capable, took out his wand and cast Charms.

"Revelio (The Revealing Charm)!"

A flash of light, belonging to the Detection Curse, passed by, but there was no reaction.

The room was empty, and there was no message from it.

Harry searched for a while, but found nothing.

He thought, "If only I could leave a message like Veratia did."

wrong...

Since she didn't leave any message, why can't I ask her directly?

Although Cassandra is currently unconscious and unable to speak, I can use magic.

Thinking of this, Harry stood up again and looked at Cassandra.

He held up his wand, still conflicted.

but...

Could Legilimency be used on someone who has been asleep for so long? He was very skeptical.

Logically speaking, the ability to Legilimency can only be used on someone who is making eye contact with the caster.

With the idea of trying anything as a last resort, Harry decided to give it a shot.

He pointed his wand at Cassandra, made up his mind, and began to chant the spell.

"Legilimency!"

A dizzying sensation washed over him, and it took Harry a while to regain his balance before he opened his eyes.

He found himself in a place completely shrouded in darkness.

There wasn't a ray of light here, so much so that he couldn't even see his own hands clearly.

"Lumos!"

However, there was no response. He then remembered that he was in Cassandra's memories and could not use any spells.

Could it be that... the Legilimency cannot work on a sleeping person?

Harry thought to himself that he should stay where he was and wait for a while.

In such darkness, it was difficult to have a sense of time. Harry had no idea how much time had passed. Just when he was losing patience, a voice suddenly came from not far away.

"Cruciatus Curse!"

A crimson light flashed, and Harry instinctively tried to back away, only to find a figure already blocking his way.

"Reducto (Crushing Spell)!"

After using Charms to knock down the attacker, the figure knelt on the ground, seemingly enduring immense pain.

Harry could never forget that figure, because he was all too familiar with that scene.

This memory comes from the second semester of third grade, when he and Cassandra encountered poachers in the Forbidden Forest at night.

Logically, he should have seen him in Cassandra's memories, and everything was proceeding as planned. However, when he looked around, he did not find himself there.

"Miss Malfoy?" he asked, approaching her with concern. "How are you?"

Cassandra's breathing was heavy, and it took her a while to calm down before she raised her head.

"I wish you could focus a little more, Potter." Cassandra's gray eyes were full of disdain. "Look at you, now you're just dragging me down. If it weren't for me, you'd be in big trouble."

"Are you alright?" Harry asked, just like he always had.

"Me?" Cassandra curled her lips into a smirk. "You should worry about yourself, Potter. If I were... if I were you, I would have already crawled into Crypt to practice Charms."

However, this time Harry found that Cassandra was not as relaxed as she had said. Her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and she was obviously in great pain.

"What are you still standing there for?"

Cassandra seemed a little impatient; she appeared to be very reluctant to stay there.

"I'm going back," she said.

However, Cassandra suddenly stopped after taking only two steps.

Harry was taken aback. He remembered that Cassandra hadn't stopped that day; instead, she had walked back to school with her head held high and gone to the Hospital Wing.

"What's wrong, Miss Malfoy?" Harry asked.

A moment of silence fell between the two.

"No need to pretend anymore, Mr. god of death," Cassandra said lightly. "Your acting was quite good, but you still gave yourself away... I've experienced memories like this tens of thousands of times in my sleep, and I remember almost every detail..."

Harry was startled.

Isn't this Cassandra's memory?

Could it be that I have entered Cassandra's consciousness, and the girl in front of me is Cassandra herself?

Seeing that Harry didn't react, Cassandra continued, "I know you're eager to pluck my soul into hell because I'm trying to break the boundary between life and death—but please allow me to refuse; I have more important things to do."

After saying that, Cassandra waved to Harry.

The space of consciousness suddenly shattered, and Harry felt himself return to that eternal darkness.

"Cassandra?"

He shouted.

However, there was no response.

Just as he was about to call out again, the surroundings suddenly brightened, and light returned to the space.

"Rumble... Rumble..."

Harry shielded his eyes from the glaring sunlight, and when he came to his senses, he found himself on the Hogwarts Express, dragging a heavy suitcase.

Sitting in the cubicle in front of him was a little boy with red hair.

"Come on in," the little boy said. "There's nothing to be shy about—my aunt asked me to take care of you. Come on, put your suitcase here first."

Harry went inside and let the little boy help him put his suitcase aside.

"By the way, my name is Gareth," the little boy said. "Gareth Weasley, I hope you'll be sorted into Gryffindor with me."

"Why not Slytherin?" Harry asked, just like before.

Gareth chuckled and explained to him, "I don't think you'd want to be sorted into Slytherin either. It's full of Pure-blood or Half-blood students. Someone like you, Muggle-born, has almost no chance of being sorted into Slytherin."

"I see." Harry nodded, then said to Gareth, "I don't want to go to Slytherin either, because I hate that Headmaster Black..."

Upon hearing this, Gareth showed an expression as if he had seen a long-lost relative.

He reached out, grasped Harry's hand, and shook it vigorously.

"From now on, you're my brother, Harry!" he said.

As they were talking, the woman pushing a cart selling snacks opened the door to the cubicle.

"Would you like some snacks, kids?"

Harry was about to reach into his pocket when he suddenly remembered that he had no money in his pocket when School Opening first year.

Pay up?

A flawless version after careful inspection!

The only Galleon he had was the remaining scholarship money after buying clothes and books, which he was going to save.

"I'll take a little of everything," Gareth said, pulling a few chocolate Sickle and handing them to the Lady. "Let me think... I'll take two of these Chocolate Frog, I really like them, Lady."

After the salesperson left, Gareth laid out a long row of the snacks he had bought on the chair.

"Try these, Harry," Gareth said with a grin. "Hey, I love snacks and I can't resist buying them—I can't finish these, and it would be a shame to waste them. How about you help me finish them?"

"Thank you," Harry nodded.

He didn't know what he should do now, but following his memories from back then was the right thing to do.

"Chew-Bubble Super Bubble Gum?" Harry picked up a piece of bubble gum and looked at Gareth, who was unwrapping the packaging.

"Oh, this is a wonderful candy," Gareth said, putting down his Licorice Wand. "It can make you blow bluebell-colored bubbles that will float in a room for days without bursting—you'll see when you try it."

Harry opened the packaging and put the bubble gum in his mouth.

To his astonishment, he was able to taste the flavor of bubble gum!

He was now somewhat surprised; was this really a memory?

"What are these?" he asked Gareth, picking up a bag of Chocolate Frog. "They're not real frogs, are they?"

"What?"

Gareth looked up and saw the Chocolate Frog in Harry's hand, then continued, "Oh, you wouldn't know, but Chocolate Frog come with picture cards, you know, you can collect them. They're all famous wizards and witches. I've collected about five hundred, except for Agrippa and Ptolemy."

Harry opened the Chocolate Frog and took out the picture card. The picture card showed the face of a man wearing a tall magic hat and holding a long wand. He looked very kind.

Below the picture of the Chocolate Frog is written: Merlin.

The most famous wizard of all time. Sometimes referred to as the Prince of Magic, he was a member of King Arthur's court.

"Oh, it's Merlin," Harry said.

"Don't tell me you've never heard of Merlin!" Gareth exclaimed in shock. "Merlin's beard... But I'm not surprised, considering you're Muggle-born, it's normal that you don't know Merlin..."

Just as Harry was about to say something, he noticed that the door to the cubicle had been pushed open.

The one who appeared at the door was Cassandra —not the first-year Cassandra, but the Cassandra who was the same age as the one sleeping outside.

Cassandra was also somewhat taken aback when she saw Harry, who looked like a third-year student.

She clearly hadn't expected Harry to be sitting in the carriage like this.

"Potter?" she asked uncertainly.

At the same time, she was also on guard, ready to slip away at any moment.

She was certainly worried that the person opposite her was a disguised god of death, but she didn't want to give up any hope—what if it was Potter?

"Cassandra!" Harry stood up abruptly, then hesitated before glancing at Gareth, who was still introducing Merlin to thin air. "Um, shouldn't I finish playing my part?"

Seeing Harry like this, Cassandra breathed a sigh of relief.

The person in front of me was none other than Harry.

God of death can transform into Harry, but god of death can never imitate Harry's death.

"So, you're in your third year now?" Cassandra raised her head, her grey eyes fixed on Harry.

"Yes," Harry nodded and said, "I've been looking for you for a long time, but thankfully I've finally found where you were sleeping—"

In English, "you" and "you all" are the same word, so Cassandra assumed that Harry was saying, "I've been looking for you for a long time."

"At least you still have some conscience," she thought, without going to find that Grindelwald family's philandering cat first.

Ha, if I find out you went to see that philandering cat before me, you're in big trouble! Potter!

"What's the situation now?" he asked again. "What should I do to Awakening you from your slumber—and besides, I remember you mentioned god of death earlier? What does this have to do with god of death?"

"As I said, I tried to break the boundary between life and death, so god of death wasn't very happy; he wanted to take me to hell..."

Cassandra said this in a very relaxed tone, as if she were being chased by a puppy rather than by god of death.

"I don't think you should get into this mess, Potter," Cassandra said, raising her chin again. "If you help me, god of death will hunt you down."

"To hell with god of death, I don't care," Harry cursed. "All I know is that I'm taking you back now!"

Cassandra smiled with relief.

"I warned you, Potter," she said smugly. "But what you need to do now is play your role well—I don't want you to give yourself away and let god of death pinpoint our location, understand?"

"Okay." Harry sat back down.

After answering Gareth's question, he looked up and asked, "So what is this now? I don't think this could be your memory..."

"Of course this isn't my memory, you silly Potter." Cassandra's gray eyes flashed with disdain. "This is your happiest memory, you silly little Troll— "

For some reason, Harry always fought back fiercely when Cassandra used to scold him with disdain.

But after two years without being spoken to like that by Cassandra, Harry was suddenly struck by a chilling feeling, a sense of "that's exactly how it feels" rising within him...

"Your happiest memory?" he asked.

"Yes," Cassandra said. "I don't know where the key point is, but we will experience each other's happiest memories and find the key to escaping the dream—it seems that this is your happiest memory, Potter."

As she said this, a hint of amusement flashed in Cassandra's eyes.

She looked calmly out of the cubicle, because she... her first-year self would soon appear.

In fact, she didn't have to wait long. Right after Harry and Gareth finished talking about Slytherin, the door to the cubicle was opened.

Harry turned around and saw a haughty little girl standing in the doorway.

It was a young Cassandra Malfoy.

The older Cassandra stood to the side, a faint smile in her eyes, watching her eleven-year-old self.

However...

The memory came to an abrupt end at that moment.

(I'll start with 4,000 today. We had a family dinner that went on too late, and I felt bad leaving early...)