What Is a Shura Field?

Cassandra's words were not entirely without precedent; in fact, she had mentioned Harry and Veratia's "Grimm's Fairy Tales" story in Nurmengard Castle at the beginning.

Her point of ridicule was that she thought Harry would kiss her like the prince kissed Cinderella to wake her up.

However, a simpleton like Harry wouldn't understand such riddles—no matter how high his emotional intelligence is, he's still afraid of riddle tellers.

"It's my fault, Cassandra," Harry said somewhat helplessly. "I should have been smarter so I would have known what you wanted."

Cassandra slowly sat up, rubbing her forehead as if she were feeling a little dizzy. After a moment, she said, "Alright, we should get out of this awful place—I need to go back to the Malfoy family."

"I suggest you wait a while, after all, you've been lying here for quite some time." Harry looked at Cassandra with concern. "Once you've recovered enough, I'll take you back to the Malfoy Manor."

"So much time has passed, the people at the Malfoy Manor might not even recognize me anymore," Cassandra sighed languidly. "And you, I remember you're Muggle-born, right? Without me, would the younger generation of the Malfoy family interact with you so peacefully?"

"I need to correct something. First of all, I'm not Muggle-born." Harry looked into Cassandra's eyes and held up one finger. "I'm from the Potter Family in the Magical World —you know, the Potter Family ... Also, in this era... my mother once defeated the most powerful Dark Wizard of this era."

Cassandra looked surprised when she heard Harry's words.

Then she shook her head and laughed, "If Dad knew you were Potter Family, he'd probably go crazy with joy."

"Why?" Harry asked, dumbfounded.

Cassandra didn't answer Harry, but instead gave him a playful smile.

However, the smile did not last long. In the silent Merlin's Chamber, a rumbling sound of hunger suddenly rang out.

Suddenly, a suspicious blush rose on Cassandra's cheeks.

She turned her face away, her small hand subtly pressing against her lower abdomen.

Harry didn't say anything, took a can of Coke out of his wallet, opened it, thought for a moment, then heated Coke up with Flame Charm before handing it to Cassandra.

"Have some Coke. It's not carbonated right now, but I've heard it's the go-to for people who haven't eaten in a while to fill their stomachs," Harry said to her.

Cassandra reached out and took the can of Coke. Harry held his hand well, releasing the Coke without making the Coke too hot.

He heard it from someone on TV that something like Coke would be useful in this situation.

But Harry clearly forgot one thing: Cassandra wasn't Muggle, but a wizard, and the Muggle world's rules didn't really work on her.

To be honest, even if Cassandra were given some lampreys right now, she wouldn't die from overeating like Henry I of Britain...

Cassandra held the can of hot Coke, sipping it gently, her eyes half-closed in contentment.

"It's very sweet." She rarely said anything nice.

After Cassandra had almost finished the can of Coke, she slowly stood up and said to Harry, "What kind of Potions is this? It's so effective..."

"Uh, it's Muggle drink called Coke," Harry replied.

As Harry said this, he was still wondering why Cassandra's clothes hadn't aged.

Could it be because of Merlin?

Cassandra didn't speak. She took out the wand that had been with her for a long time from her bosom and wrote a line of delicate handwriting in the air.

"Coke"

"Is this how it's spelled?" Cassandra turned to Harry and asked.

"Right."

Harry wanted to ask Cassandra if she had lost her magic, but he stopped himself from saying it.

Just before he asked the question, a string in his heart suddenly tightened—warning him never to ask it.

It seems that Cassandra's magic is still intact, which is a relief to Harry.

Thankfully, the magic is still there.

"Let's go," she said contentedly, "Let's go back to the Malfoy Manor together..."

With that, Cassandra grabbed Harry's shirt by the shoulder and pulled him forward.

The two walked out of the door, where fireflies twinkled. Before they knew it, a white mist had quietly enveloped the Forbidden Forest, making it look like a fairyland from a fairy tale.

Cassandra grabbed Harry, and the two spun and twisted in the space, disappearing from the spot with a crackling sound in the air.

The next second, the two appeared at the entrance of the Malfoy Manor.

Dobby arrived at Harry and Cassandra's side the moment they appeared.

"Harry Potter!" Dobby crossed his arms, striking a pose reminiscent of Xi Shi cradling her heart. "The great Harry Potter has graced Malfoy Manor with his presence! Dobby... Dobby is honored..."

Upon hearing Dobby's words, Cassandra couldn't help but let out a sneer.

"I never imagined you were the great Harry Potter —and even more unbelievable is that the Malfoy family's House Elf are so proud of your presence here?"

How could Dobby tolerate anyone talking about Harry Potter? Even a long time ago, when Lucius was talking about Harry, he was a little unhappy.

He looked up and glared at Cassandra.

"You're not allowed to do that..."

Dobby's voice grew softer and softer until he finally revealed a look of terror.

"My goodness—it's Miss Cassandra? Are you really Miss Cassandra?"

"Dobby," Cassandra scoffed, "I really can't believe that as a Malfoy family Elf, you would..."

At this point, she glanced at Harry: "Such fawning over a stranger?"

Dobby knelt on the ground, sobbing, and kept banging his head against the wall.

"Good heavens, Miss Cassandra is back at her Malfoy Manor! How happy Lord Septimus would be if he knew..."

Harry pointed at Dobby in astonishment, then at Cassandra.

"Do you two know each other?"

"Dobby is Kiki's child, of course I know him." Cassandra snorted. "Dobby was born in 1892, the year you disappeared—he was just old enough to remember things when I left Malfoy Manor."

On the other side, Dobby was still pounding his chest in frustration. "My God, Miss Cassandra is finally back! You have no idea—you have no idea what happened to the Malfoy family after you left! Thank goodness you're back! With Miss Cassandra back, we have a leader! With Miss Cassandra back, the Malfoy family is saved!"

Dobby was wailing in anguish, Lucius appeared at the manor gate, followed by Narcissa.

When they saw Harry, Lucius and Narcissa greeted him; when they saw Cassandra, Lucius's pupils visibly contracted.

He guessed the girl's identity almost instantly.

But he was still a little unsure, after all... he had never seen what his great-aunt looked like, not even a photograph.

"You are... my great-aunt? Miss Malfoy Cassandra Malfoy?" he asked uncertainly.

"It's me." Cassandra resumed her usual arrogant demeanor.

After Cassandra regained her composure, Lucius immediately realized—it was definitely someone from the Malfoy family, otherwise it wouldn't have been the same.

It's a family heirloom.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Aunt Cassandra." Lucius immediately stood up straight, like a schoolboy, and introduced himself, "I am the current Malfoy family head, Lucius Malfoy, and this is my wife, Narcissa... a descendant of the Black family home."

"Hello." Cassandra smiled and nodded.

After exchanging greetings, an excited Lucius hurriedly invited his great-aunt to her beloved Malfoy Manor.

After chatting for a while in the main hall, Cassandra got down to business.

"Lucius, where is the portrait of my father?"

"Come with me," Lucius said, Cassandra up.

Harry and Cassandra, led by Lucius, arrived at the hut where the portrait was displayed.

Lucius left very sensibly, clearly happier than anyone else at his great-aunt's return.

So he went back to the main hall, intending to have a good talk with his wife Narcissa about his great-aunt—for example, how to make her Cassandra Potter.

The portrait in the room was clearly asleep; after all, it was nighttime, and even a portrait deserved a quiet night.

Cassandra walked up to the portrait of Septimus and tapped it.

"I think I did say, don't bother me!"

Mr. Septimus was clearly in a bad mood when he woke up, he said irritably.

However, when he got out of bed and saw who was knocking on the portrait, he was so shocked that his nightcap fell off.

"Cass?!"

He got out of bed and squeezed himself to the edge of the portrait, as if he could jump out of it with a little more effort.

"You're back?! That brat from the Potter family rescued you?"

"Yes, Father," Cassandra said with a smile, "As you can see, I'm back."

Mr. Septimus sighed, sat on the bed, and said wearily, "Good, it's good that you're back... it's good that you're back..."

"I'm sorry, Dad," Cassandra said softly, "Please forgive my stubbornness..."

"I don't blame you, Cass," Mr. Septimus said. "Everyone has the right to pursue happiness, and only the wearer knows if the shoe fits."

"Thank you for understanding me, Father." Cassandra lowered her eyes. "Where is Ignatius? I haven't seen his portrait."

"He's right here," Mr. Septimus said, pointing to the left.

Cassandra looked over and indeed saw a portrait—but the portrait was flipped over.

She reached out and turned the portrait over.

Harry instinctively turned his head away.

Sure enough, the first person Ignatius saw was not Cassandra, but Harry.

"Harry Potter!" Ignatius roared furiously, "How dare you come to the Malfoy Manor! I'll personally..."

Just as she finished speaking, Cassandra coughed twice.

"Cass?" Ignatius's expression changed in an instant. "You're back—when? Did that Potter bring you back? Ha... it's all for nothing that you've been so good to him."

"As you can see, brother," Cassandra said softly, "I've escaped Merlin's Chamber, thanks, of course, to Potter— "

As she said this, she turned around and squinted at Harry.

The beauty mark under his eye gave this expression... a feeling that's hard to describe, but Harry's heart skipped a beat.

"At least he has a conscience; he still remembers you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Cassandra interrupted him.

She steered the conversation elsewhere.

After catching up for a while, Cassandra asked, "Father, I saw you in the vision of god of death— "

"You saw me?" Mr. Septimus asked, frowning.

"Yes, it must be your soul," she said.

She recounted the events to Mr. Septimus in detail.

"You should know that god of death can not only bring people's souls into reality, but also weave dreams," Mr. Septimus said. "Have you ever considered that perhaps he just wants to deceive you into giving up on waking up?"

"But I don't think so, Father." Cassandra turned her head away. "I think that's you, not an illusion woven by god of death ... What if your soul were to be seized by god of death?"

"Oh, not at all," Mr. Septimus said casually. "You are the one who escaped the boundary between life and death; god of death will not bother me."

Cassandra nodded hesitantly. After exchanging a few more words with Mr. Septimus, Ignatius suddenly asked, "So, what are your plans now? To stay in the Malfoy family and manage their businesses? I can be your advisor."

"I want to go back to Hogwarts to continue my studies," Cassandra said. "You know, I haven't received any systematic wizarding education since I dropped out in sixth grade, and now I plan to go back to Hogwarts to finish my studies."

"Alright, if you'd like," Mr. Septimus nodded.

He added, "You must have already met Lucius, right? By lineage, he should be Ignatius's grandson, so he's also your grandson. If you want to go back to school, he'll help you with that."

"I understand, Dad," Cassandra said.

"Furthermore, I ordered the room you were staying in to be sealed off," Mr. Septimus added. "Ignatius informed Abraxas, his son and Lucius's father, about this, and I think Lucius knew about it as well."

"Thank you, Dad," Cassandra said, tilting her head back.

After leaving the room where the portraits were kept, Lucius was already waiting not far away. Seeing the two of them come out, he quickly went up to them and said, "Aunt Cassandra, I've had Lali clean up your room. Don't worry, she's always very efficient."

"Okay." Cassandra nodded slightly and said, "Thank you, Lucius —and from now on, you can just call me Cassandra, since I'm just a girl who looks to be under twenty."

"Yes," Lucius replied quickly.

"Furthermore, I plan to return to Hogwarts, repeat my sixth year, and finish the studies I didn't complete back then." Cassandra glanced at the calendar beside her, seemingly sighing, or perhaps reminiscing, "I remember a hundred years ago, when we fought Runcorn, it was around this very day, wasn't it, Potter?"

"It seems so." Harry also looked at the calendar.

"If you want to go back to Hogwarts, I'll arrange everything," Lucius said hastily.

Cassandra did not reject Lucius's filial piety and accepted his arrangement.

Harry spent the night at the Malfoy Manor.

Lucius was quite busy, as he urgently sent a letter to Dumbledore.

However, he did not receive a reply until the next morning, so he hurriedly left Malfoy Manor and went to Hogwarts.

Upon learning that Cassandra had successfully escaped, Dumbledore immediately sent Fawkes to deliver a message to Veratia without hesitation.

What Dumbledore didn't expect was that Veratia was busy studying with the Time-Turner at that moment and had no time to receive his message.

Draco was also urgently called home by his parents. When he learned that his great-aunt had successfully escaped and returned to her loyal Malfoy family, Draco was happier than anyone else.

Of course, Cassandra also forbade him from adding "great-aunt" before his title.

"So what's written in the book is true?" Draco looked at his great-great-aunt with sparkling eyes, like a devoted fan... of his great-grandson. "You're also a legendary wizard?"

"I knew you were the most outstanding wizard! My goodness, it's such an honor for you to return to the Malfoy family!"

Draco's mouth was like a Gatling gun, it just wouldn't stop, it was all praise for his great-aunt.

But there was something wrong with what he said; his words even implied that "if you go back to the Malfoy family, our family will be saved." Lucius was listening nearby, felt that his son's skin was getting tighter.

What do you mean by that?

Does that mean I, your father, have led the Malfoy family into a ditch?

However, with his great-aunt right there, even if Lucius wanted to educate the child, he had to ask Cassandra for her opinion.

Around 3 p. m., Lucius took his family to Hogwarts by carriage.

The Great Hall is just as decorated as it was at the start of the School Opening, all thanks to the generous donations from the school board member.

The students, unaware of the situation, thought it was a special day and whispered among themselves, eager to find out what was going on.

At 4:30 p. m., all the students were seated in the Great Hall. A short while later, Professor McGonagall walked over carrying the pointed top of the Sorting Hat.

"I bet there's another transfer student!" The old hat struggled and wriggled in Professor McGonagall's hands. "Good heavens, couldn't you have just come back one at a time? Why make the old hat make two extra trips..."

Professor McGonagall ignored the old hat's complaints and walked to the front of the High Table, placing the old hat on a chair.

Lucius and Narcissa sat in the High Table, looking expectantly at the Slytherin's long table.

"Welcome!"

Professor Dumbledore stood up. As a major shareholder of Honeydukes, it was only natural for Dumbledore to change his clothes.

Perhaps the robe had left a lingering impression on him, but Dumbledore changed all his clothes from head to toe.

To avoid being tricked by Senior Grindelwald again in the next duel.

"I am honored to announce that another student has joined us in the new year."

Dumbledore, arms outstretched and beaming, announced to everyone, "However, before she enrolls, I think we should still hold our traditional Sorting Ceremony — Professor McGonagall, please sort this transfer student into her Sorting!"

It must be said that the Sorting Ceremony was indeed very ceremonial, at least that's what Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall thought.

"Cassandra Malfoy!"

Upon hearing Professor McGonagall's words, the Great Hall fell silent for a moment, before everyone began to whisper among themselves.

Malfoy?

Another Malfoy?

Young wizards, especially those from Pure-blood families, were the most shocked.

As pure-blood wizard, everyone knows about each other's families—everyone knows what kind of Malfoy family are, and we've never heard that Lucius Malfoy has any other children besides Draco, that little boy with the slicked-back hair?

How did a child named Cassandra suddenly appear out of nowhere?

Could he be... Lucius Malfoy's illegitimate son?

Some people even have such malicious thoughts.

Cassandra rose from the Slytherin's Long Table —next to Draco's —and, amidst the whispers of her classmates, walked to Professor McGonagall, sat down, and swept her arrogant gaze across the Great Hall.

The case is solved! The students were all thinking – so arrogant, so haughty... it must be someone from the Malfoy family!

Professor McGonagall picked up the old hat and placed it on Cassandra's head.

Contrary to expectations, the scenario of "the hat being assigned to her before it could be Sorting on" did not occur.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the results of the Sorting.

Everyone assumed that Cassandra was going to Slytherin —the old hat would announce the Sorting results loudly just as it was about to touch her hair; however, things didn't go as they expected. The old hat wasn't in such a hurry as when Sorting the other Malfoy family; instead, he put the hat on Cassandra's head.

This aroused the curiosity of some students. Could it be that...?

She won't go to Slytherin?

However, Cassandra was already chatting with the old hat ahead.

"Why couldn't you have come back before the Sorting Ceremony?" Old Hat said indignantly. "Good heavens, making me make another trip like this, I really suspect you Slytherin are doing it on purpose."

"I don't want to have this on my head, Mr. Hat," Cassandra thought to herself. "It looks like you haven't had a proper wash in centuries. I'm afraid your filthy hat will ruin the color of my hair."

"You're wicked! Malfoy family brat!" Old Hattori shouted indignantly, "Don't blame me for not warning you..."

"Why are you all dirty?" Cassandra launched a barrage of attacks.

The old hat was hit where it hurt.

The old hat broke down.

"You ask me why I'm so filthy?!" the old hat shrieked, his voice booming throughout the entire Great Hall. "Then let me ask you—let me ask you... if you were a hat, then let me ask you, if no one has washed you for hundreds of years, then let me ask you, is that the old hat's fault?"

"Oh, it seems I've hit a nerve," Cassandra said leisurely. "Perhaps I can help you clean it up, Mr. Sorting Hat —so at least you won't have to put up with this filth anymore, and neither will the students coming to Hogwarts in the new year."

"Slytherin! Slytherin! Slytherin!"

The Sorting Hat roared three times in a fit of rage, as if it couldn't wait any longer.

Cassandra stood up, took her wand, and pointed it at the Sorting Hat.

"Miss Malfoy!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed anxiously, fearing that Cassandra would ruin the hat.

"Clean-up!"

A gentle breeze swept by, and the old hat seemed to have been reborn, becoming... still very worn, but it certainly looked much cleaner.

"You want the old hat to thank you, but it's unlikely you'll get the old hat to thank you," the Sorting Hat continued to shout.

Cassandra ignored it, bowed slightly to Professor McGonagall, and turned back to the Slytherin's long table.

Professor McGonagall gave Cassandra a complicated look as she walked away, lifting the tip of her hat and leaving the Great Hall.

"Now, I declare—" Dumbledore stood up and announced, "The banquet begins!"

In an instant, a sumptuous dinner appeared on the long table in the Great Hall.

Wow.

Once Cassandra returned to the Slytherin's long table, Draco exclaimed eagerly, "Good heavens, Cassandra, you actually used Clean-up Hat—I've been wanting to cast that spell on it for ages! If it hadn't announced the Sorting without touching my hair, I definitely would have!"

Cassandra's eyes flickered as she recalled the first Sorting.

"Cassandra Malfoy!"

"Deputy Headmistress Matilda Weasley shouted."

Young Cassandra stepped out from the crowd and sat down in the chair next to Deputy Headmaster Weasley.

Before Deputy Headmaster Weasley could even touch Cassandra's head, the Sorting Hat Sorting Hat, held by its pointed tip, shouted impatiently—

"Slytherin!"

"That's the Malfoy family's nature, isn't it?" Cassandra said casually. "Alright, you should pay attention to some manners, Little Dragon. Let's try to keep quiet during the meal."

Draco obediently shut his mouth, agreeing with whatever his great-aunt said!

"Good heavens, I never expected there to be a Malfoy," Ron muttered. "But she really is Malfoy, isn't she?"

"How do you know what Malfoy looks like?" Hermione asked in a low voice as well.

"Look at the smug look on her face," Ron whispered to Hermione. "You see, only the Malfoy family would have that expression... Do you remember when Draco Malfoy came into our compartment on the train during our first year?"

Hermione thought for a moment, then immediately nodded in agreement. "I think you're right, Ron!"

They're definitely family! Hermione thought with certainty.

At the High Table, Lucius was talking to Dumbledore, Dumbledore kept nodding in agreement.

A short while later, Dumbledore called Miss Farley, the Slytherin Prefect, to his side and whispered a few instructions to her.

When Cassandra returned to her dormitory that evening, Miss Farley assigned her a separate room.

However, Miss Farley was unaware of the complicated relationship between Veratia and Cassandra, so she did not mention Miss Grindelwald, who attended Muggle School.

The next morning, Harry found Cassandra.

"Cassandra," he said, "I suggest you go to Mr. LeMay's Alchemy Room and let him give you a proper diagnosis..."

"I think I'm fine now, Potter." Cassandra squinted at Harry. "And you... I know that teenage boys like you are always restless and want to chat with girls, but I still suggest you practice your Charms first."

"Your health is more important, Cassandra!" Harry said anxiously, leaning close to Cassandra and whispering urgently, "After all, you've been asleep in Merlin's Chamber for a hundred years, and no one can guarantee what might have happened..."

Cassandra's face flushed slightly, and she scoffed, "Fine, I'll assume you're right... but we're in school right now, are you suggesting I go to France to find him?"

"Mr. LeMay has arrived at Hogwarts and is staying there temporarily," Harry said quickly. "If you want to see him, we can walk a few steps from the Great Hall to his Alchemy Room."

"I see..." Cassandra squinted and nodded, saying, "Alright, I'll take that as you're concerned about me. Let's have breakfast first."

After Harry sat back down at the Gryffindor's long table, Hermione leaned in and asked suspiciously, "Harry, do you know this Miss Malfoy?"

"Well, let's just say you're my friend," Harry said absentmindedly.

Fortunately, Harry and Cassandra were far apart, and his voice wasn't loud, so Cassandra couldn't hear him at all.

"Oh my god, if Veratia finds out, she'll be furious," Hermione said confidently to Harry.

"Veratia's angry?" Harry scratched his head, puzzled. "Why?"

Hermione was somewhat exasperated, but she couldn't say anything more because she was just going by intuition without any concrete evidence. What if she guessed wrong?

What she didn't know was that Harry wasn't oblivious at all, because Veratia never got angry about Harry being with Cassandra.

On one hand, Veratia believed that Cassandra, that arrogant and tsundere, posed no threat whatsoever; on the other hand, it was because... she was the one who had come.

"Okay, okay." Hermione pouted, mimicking Ron's helpless expression. She thought she should try contacting Veratia—

So she went to the Owlery, wrote a letter to her father, and asked him to call Veratia and tell her to return to Hogwarts as soon as possible.

Essentially, because of Draco, Hermione also harbored a bit of resentment towards him.

Draco left a particularly bad impression on her, and consequently, Cassandra was also somewhat... unhuman in her eyes.

Harry, of course, had no idea that his good friend Hermione would actually raid their house; he was simply explaining the tricks to advancing the Disarming Charm to Ron and Seamus.

But for Seamus, this trick might just mean making the Exploding Hand even more powerful—or perhaps he has some other trick in mind.

After dinner, Harry called Cassandra and they walked out together toward Mr. LeMay's Alchemy Room.

However, Harry hadn't gone far when he felt someone tugging at his clothes.

He turned around and saw Pabbie.

"Harry, Harry ~"

Upon hearing the sweet female voice, Cassandra stopped.

She suddenly felt a sense of unease.

But when she turned around, she discovered that the sound came from Unicorn.

Cassandra breathed a sigh of relief.

However, Harry's next words set off alarm bells in Cassandra's mind.

"Oh, Pabbie." He chuckled, ruffled Pabbie's cheek, and pulled her in front of Cassandra. "Look who I brought back!"

Pabbie, who had been squinting contentedly, widened his eyes in surprise when he saw Cassandra.

"Ka... Cassandra?" she exclaimed. "You're back? Oh, welcome, welcome..."

She cheered and happily circled around Cassandra, looking extremely pleased with herself.

"Pabbie?" Cassandra asked, somewhat unsure. "You're Pabbie Sweeting? Pabbie Sweeting Hufflepuff?"

She couldn't believe that her former classmate had turned into Unicorn.

"Yes, I'm Pabbie from Hufflepuff," Pabbie said with a grin, snuggling her head into Cassandra's arms. "Well, anyway, this is what I look like now... oh dear..."

What's wrong with you?

Cassandra reached out and stroked Pabbie's mane, her eyes sparkling as she asked.

"I don't know what happened, it must be some kind of mistake during my magical Margus practice that turned me into this." Pabbie scratched his front hooves and said to Cassandra, "Since then, I can't turn back, I can only be a Unicorn — Unicorn, look, isn't my horn beautiful?"

As he spoke, Pabbie pulled his head out of Cassandra's arms and stuck out his horns, shaking his head at her.

"Huh?" Cassandra reached out and touched the horn. "Why can't I feel your horn pricking me? Just now... when I was holding you."

"Because I can shrink it back up." Pabbie hopped and skipped around with a grin. "Come on, ride on my back, I'll take you for a spin—"

"Oh, Pabbie," Cassandra patted Pabbie's head, "I'm not at the point where I can treat my friends like donkeys to ride... I'm going to Mr. LeMay's Alchemy Room, do you want to come with me?"

"Yay!" Pabbie cheered, then lowered her head and twitched her lips twice.

"What are you doing?" Cassandra asked curiously.

"Head down and eat grass!" Pabbie said cheerfully, before Harry grabbed her mouth and pulled all the grass out.

"Mr. LeMay warned you not to eat anything!" Harry warned. "If I see you eating anything again, you're in big trouble!"

"Oh." Pabbie shrank behind Cassandra as if she had been wronged.

Cassandra looked at Harry as if she had discovered New World.

"This is truly the first time I've seen you so bossy, Harry," she said in surprise. "Could it be that your arrogance has extended to your already unfortunate classmates?"

Pabbie, hiding behind Cassandra, stuck his tongue out at Harry, looking like he had nothing to worry about with someone backing him up.

Actually, Pabbie used to always hide behind Veratia, because Veratia was very gentle, while Cassandra didn't seem like someone to mess with.

But things are different now. Now, when Cassandra sees Pabbie trapped inside the Unicorn's body, she naturally feels compassion and has lost her former arrogance.

In addition, Veratia was already far ahead, Pabbie felt that he should find an ally.

"If you want to see her die because of this." Harry shrugged. "Alright, let's go see Mr. LeMay."

The three of them arrived at Mr. LeMay's cottage. Apart from Cassandra, Harry and Pabbie knew the location of Mr. LeMay's cottage and were therefore unaffected by the Fidelius Charm, but Cassandra could only see an empty space.

He opened the door and dragged Cassandra inside.

Cassandra then realized that she had entered Mr. LeMay's Alchemy Room.

"Oh, Harry." Mr. LeMay was intently focused on the computer, the mouse moving rapidly. "Welcome to my Alchemy Room. What brings you here?"

"Well, Mr. LeMay," Harry said, gathering his thoughts before speaking to Mr. LeMay, "You know, Cassandra returned yesterday... I'd like you to take a look at her body, to see if she's going to lose her magic."

"Lost magic?" Cassandra frowned. "Why would you think I'd lose magic?"

Mr. LeMay put down the mouse and headphones, looked at Cassandra, and smiled broadly, "Because Miss Grindelwald used to have this symptom—didn't Harry tell you?"

Sure enough, upon hearing the name, Cassandra's eyes sharpened instantly, and she tightened her grip on Pabbie's ears, causing Pabbie to cry out in pain.

Her gaze shifted to Harry, the meaning clear: I need an explanation, Harry.

"Uh, I forgot to tell you yesterday," Harry said to Cassandra, scratching his head. "Veratia's in Slytherin's Study. I rescued her before Christmas last year..."

"Oh, I see..." Cassandra smiled. "I thought it was something serious..."

Pabbie's cries of pain grew louder as she mentally continued to rant and rave.

You don't care?! You don't care that you're so strong?! Who are you trying to fool? Even a ghost wouldn't believe you! Ouch, that hurts so much...

"Alright, alright, you've ripped Pabbie's ear off!" Harry quickly removed Cassandra's hand from Pabbie's ear.

Cassandra looked at Harry meaningfully, and even though Harry was as slow as a blockhead, he could tell that Cassandra was not in a good mood.

But what good ideas could he possibly have?

You said you kept your information so well hidden... If it weren't for that bastard Gellert's Prophecy, I wouldn't know where to go to rescue you by now...

Look at Veratia!

From the hiding place to the alchemical materials, everything was prepared perfectly for me—even though Gellert ransacked her vault, it didn't take me too much effort...

"Speaking of which, where's Grinder?" Cassandra asked. "As far as I remember, she should be passionately involved with you, deeply attached to you, instead of disappearing for days?"

This is also why Cassandra had always thought that Harry was the first to find her—because in her memory, Veratia wanted to stick to Harry's side every day, so how could she abandon Harry after they came out?

but...

Now it seems that this is not the case.

"Oh, I see." Cassandra covered her lips with one hand, and said with sudden realization, "It seems Grindelwald has forgotten about you after all this time... Tsk tsk, poor Potter..."

"Alright, Miss Malfoy," Mr. LeMay looked up at Cassandra, "Before you confront Harry, I think you should explain to me why a page is missing from my alchemy notebook. That's not something a lady should do."

"I'm sorry, Mr. LeMay." Cassandra stood up and gave Mr. LeMay a ladylike bow. "Please forgive my impulsiveness. I am deeply sorry for what happened."

"Oh~" Mr. LeMay smiled. "Don't worry, I don't hold it against you, because your father, Mr. Malfoy. Septimus Malfoy, has already compensated me."

"Compensation?" Cassandra asked.

"Oh, yes," said Mr. LeMay, taking small steps to the side.

He rummaged through a pile of things and found a vintage Lady's wallet.

After finding the item, Mr. LeMay trotted back and handed the wallet to Cassandra.

"This is something your father, Mr. Malfoy, asked me to give you; it contains a sum of money." Mr. LeMay wiped his eyes as he said this. "The hearts of parents are always full of love and concern... He was afraid that you would be alone and helpless in this era, so he specially asked me to give you this money."

At this point, Mr. LeMay was indeed reflecting on Mr. Septimus's deep paternal love for Cassandra.

"Thank you, Mr. LeMay."

Cassandra solemnly accepted the wallet and bowed deeply to Mr. LeMay.

"You're welcome." Mr. LeMay smiled and winked at Harry.

Harry took a barely perceptible breath.

Truly a shrewd person who has lived for hundreds of years...

See? You've casually steered the conversation away from the topic!

Mr. LeMay, you are this!

He mentally gave Mr. LeMay a thumbs up.

"Oh, by the way, Harry." Mr. LeMay looked at Harry again, "I've almost finished modifying the computers you gave me, making them more suitable for wizards—you see, I've heavily modified both the monitor and this computer case..."

As he spoke, Mr. LeMay showed Harry his new creation.

Mr. LeMay had modified the monitor into a screen several times larger than the original, but unlike the original large head shape, it looked very flat; Harry roughly estimated it to be thirty-two inches.

The image above is much higher resolution than the computer screen Harry used to see, and the operating system has also been upgraded by Mr. LeMay.

"I dare say that even ten years from now, Muggle may not be able to design a device better than this computer," Mr. LeMay said proudly. "In addition, the operating system has been upgraded by me and named ' Hogwarts 0 System '."

"Why is it called Hogwarts?" Harry asked curiously. "I remember your alma mater was Beauxbatons, wasn't it?"

"Because I'm at Hogwarts right now, and this computer was a gift from you, a Hogwarts student," Mr. LeMay explained to Harry.

"In addition," he continued, "I've added many practical features to this thing, such as online Divination, simulated Potions, simulated herbs, and other useful functions, ensuring that users can improve their abilities in various aspects through this method. Of course... it's a bit boring."

He laughed as he said this.

"Then why don't you turn all of this into a game?" Harry asked tentatively, "Like Civilization I, but in a different way... Wouldn't that make the learning process more fun?"

You know what, now that you mention it, Mr. LeMay seems to have a point.

"What you said is very good, I'll give it a try," Mr. LeMay nodded and said.

He was a man of action, and Harry grabbed him the moment he turned around.

"Of course, there's no rush," Harry said. "I need your help right now; I'm a little worried about Cassandra's health."

Upon hearing Harry's words, a barely perceptible hint of satisfaction flashed in Cassandra's eyes.

Just then, a flash of light appeared on the Seventh Floor of Hogwarts.

Veratia appeared at the door of the Room of Requirement, clutching the message Dumbledore had given her, which told her to come back quickly because it was urgent.

She knew what had happened, of course, because she had received a phone call from Mrs. Granger during class, in which she was told that Cassandra had returned to Hogwarts.

Mrs. Granger didn't know who Cassandra was, but Veratia certainly did.

Veratia knew this day would come, but she didn't expect it to come so suddenly.

She hadn't expected that Harry would go to find Cassandra on his own without inviting her along.

Upon hearing the news, Veratia returned to her room, only to find that Fawkes was late. Although Fawkes had been sent out by Dumbledore the previous night, he couldn't enter Veratia's room at night because it had been reinforced by Ancient Magic.

When Veratia left in the morning, Fawkes was dozing off, feeling sleepy.

Veratia didn't hold a grudge against Fawkes; in fact, it wasn't Fox's fault.

She went into the Headmaster's Office, where Dumbledore was already waiting.

"Professor Dumbledore." Veratia gave a slight bow as a greeting—whether based on birth year or kinship from Gellert's lineage, it wasn't considered impolite.

"You're finally back." Professor Dumbledore sounded a little tired. He said succinctly, "Harry and Miss Malfoy are in Mr. LeMay's Alchemy Room. I think you should be able to see them if you go there now."

Upon learning the exact location, Veratia turned and left the Headmaster's Office without saying a word.

Dumbledore watched Veratia's retreating figure and the still-spinning revolving door, then contentedly took a candy jar from the drawer.

He pulled out an Orange C-Filled Candy, unwrapped it, and popped it into his mouth.

Hmm... very good.

He hoped Harry was alright.

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