Supplementing "Magic Power" 2.0

"Miss Malfoy's health condition?"

Mr. LeMay slowly turned around, looked Cassandra up and down, and made her turn her head back somewhat uncomfortably.

"Yes." Harry followed Mr. LeMay's gaze to Cassandra. "After Veratia awoke last year without her magic, I'm worried that Cassandra might also have some problems... After all, you told us that playing with time always comes at a price..."

"Oh." Mr. LeMay smiled knowingly. "I did say that, but... people's constitutions are different. Miss Grindelwald's problem may not necessarily apply to Miss Malfoy."

"How so?" Harry asked curiously.

Could it be that Cassandra is physically stronger and won't have the same problems as Veratia?

But no way! Veratia's physical fitness is pretty good too. I remember when she was a lady-in-waiting in the Muggle world, she could carry a 20-pound box and walk briskly.

What Wei Zhuangzhuang...

"Well..."

Mr. LeMay drew out his words, clearly not wanting to say it now.

Judging from his appearance, Harry felt that Mr. LeMay seemed to be waiting for something.

Sure enough, just when Mr. LeMay was getting impatient, the door to the Alchemy Room was opened again.

A silver-haired figure walked in through the door, went to Harry's side, and naturally took his arm.

It's Veratia! She's come all the way from Hogwarts Castle!

As the saying goes, enemies are bound to be furious when they meet. Cassandra not only recognized Veratia at a glance, but even narrowed her eyes and looked at Veratia with an unfriendly expression.

That clearly means, even if you change your hair color, I'll still recognize you!

Veratia looked back with the same gaze, and those around them felt that a spark seemed to fly where their eyes met.

The kind of crackling, popping electric light.

"Oh, Cassandra," Veratia said in a very surprised tone, "My goodness, you've actually come a hundred years in the future—wait, I seem to remember that when I invited you to enter the time seal in Slytherin Study, your reply to me said, 'You won't go looking for a boy who has nothing to do with you'?"

Veratia is something else; she comes with a killer move the moment she sees someone.

Pabbie, suddenly opened her eyes.

Mr. LeMay also showed a look of amused amusement; for an elderly person, finding enjoyment is the greatest motivation to keep living.

Everyone loves entertainment, especially since this entertainment was created by the invisible hand of Mr. LeMay ...

But judging from Mr. LeMay's expression, he seemed to want to add a little something extra to this fun, lest it be not fun enough... not big enough.

"Oh." Veratia seemed to think that wasn't enough, so she continued, "You also left Harry a deposit slip, right? In Gringotts ' vault..."

"So you've already seen that deposit slip, Grindelwald." Cassandra nodded knowingly, then looked at Harry and said, "Looks like your little girlfriend is unusually jealous, Potter. But it's just a poor Notebook, why won't she even spare it?"

At this point, Cassandra feigned sudden realization and continued, "This reminds me of a story—you might not have heard it, Potter, when Grindelwald was out for a night and suddenly had the idea to go into the Hufflepuff Common Room —but as you know, if you're not Hufflepuff classmate, you can't get into the Hufflepuff Common Room at all... So, she got doused with a huge bucket of vinegar and returned to the Common Room reeking of sourness..."

Veratia's smile remained unchanged, but she tightened her grip on Harry, making it hard for Harry to breathe.

This was the first time Harry had ever heard of this.

However, he did know about the Hufflepuff Common Room.

The entrance to the Hufflepuff Common Room is located in the corner to the right of the Kitchen corridor, where there is a pile of large wooden barrels placed on a dark stone trough. Unlike other Common Room, the entrance to the Hufflepuff does not require a password; instead, one must strike the bottom of the second barrel in the middle of the second row in the rhythm of "Helga Hufflepuff".

When struck correctly, the lid of the barrel will open, revealing a passageway leading to the basement that can be climbed into.

If you're not Hufflepuff classmate, you'll get a whole bucket of vinegar poured over you.

A hundred years ago, Veratia's roommate in Slytherin was Cassandra, which is why Cassandra knew about this.

"Actually, it was the parrot that tore it..." Harry explained with a dark face, "It was Hermione's Parrot Jack. That day I was looking for clues about you, and Parrot Jack tore your Notebook while I wasn't looking, revealing the deposit slip inside."

"Hermione?" Cassandra repeated the name.

"Oh, it's my good friend, Hermione Granger," Harry explained to Cassandra. "She's a Gryffindor too."

"Just like a good friend of Miss Grindelwald, right?" Cassandra asked with a smile.

At that moment, Mr. LeMay pulled out a bag of puffed shrimp chips from somewhere and happily munched on them, showing no signs of being an elderly person with poor teeth.

"Would you like some?" Mr. LeMay handed the bag of shrimp chips to Pabbie, and just as Pabbie's eyes lit up, Lady. Perenelle, who was standing next to her, took the bag of shrimp chips.

Clearly, Mr. LeMay intended it for his wife, Perenelle.

"But what I didn't expect is that you're still the same as before..." Cassandra looked at Veratia with disdain. "My God, Potter is only a thirteen-year-old kid, and what about you? You're already a seventeen-year-old old man, and you still cling to him... If I remember correctly, it's September now, not spring when everything comes back to life—even if it were that season, you should be back in your Love Nest, not doing this in front of all of us."

Mr. LeMay, who had been watching the drama unfold, suddenly spoke up.

"As you can see, Miss Malfoy," he said, "Miss Grindelwald lost her magic during Time Travel —and Harry just happened to absorb my Philosopher's Stone, so... you know, the Philosopher's Stone contains endless magic, and Harry can replenish Miss Grindelwald's lost magic, but only if there is physical contact, just like touching the Philosopher's Stone."

Upon hearing Mr. LeMay's words, Veratia even nuzzled her little face against Harry, revealing a satisfied expression.

She even mouthed to Cassandra.

"You're envious, aren't you?" she said silently.

Cassandra snorted and turned her head away from the two of them.

But she was gripping her arms tightly, and if she weren't wearing white lace gloves, you could even see her knuckles, which were white from the effort.

Veratia wore a victorious smile, feeling confident of victory.

However, Mr. LeMay was very astute, and he saw through what Cassandra was really thinking.

"Oh, with all this distraction, I forgot the most important thing," Mr. LeMay said leisurely. "As Harry just said, Time Travel always comes at a price. Miss Grindelwald lost her magic, and Miss Malfoy... are you sure you still want to keep this a secret from your best friends?"

"Hidden from what?" Harry asked, completely bewildered. "Cassandra, do you know what's going on with yourself?"

"Shut up!" Cassandra said coldly.

"Let me explain."

Mr. LeMay knew that Cassandra, given her personality, would never say it—so it was better for him to say it.

"The potion I give Miss Malfoy will come at a rather heavy price..." Mr. LeMay said, glancing mysteriously at Harry. "Although those who drink this potion will fall into a deep sleep and remain forever young—they will also pay a heavy price, namely, only one year left to live."

Everyone present was shocked by Mr. LeMay's words, including Veratia, who instinctively let go of Harry's arm.

"What did you say?" Harry asked in disbelief, "Cassandra only has one year left to live?! How is that possible... how could that be?!"

"That's just how it is, Potter." Cassandra smiled calmly. "This is the price I paid—"

"But how can this be..." Harry paced back and forth anxiously for a moment, then rushed to Mr. LeMay's side and took his hand.

"Mr. Le..."

"Click."

Harry used a little too much force and broke Mr. LeMay's hand.

"Oh dear, why are you so hasty?" Mr. LeMay gave Harry a disapproving look, shook his hand, and reattached the hand bones. "Of course I have a way, but... it depends on whether Miss Malfoy is satisfied."

At this point, Mr. LeMay, no longer bothered by the fact that Harry had broken his hand, tapped Harry twice, then took out his wand and muttered something to Cassandra.

Veratia, who had been worried, suddenly felt a very bad premonition.

Sure enough, Mr. LeMay said calmly, "Alright, all done—you should remember, Harry, the purpose of the Philosopher's Stone..."

"What is the purpose of the Philosopher's Stone?" Harry asked like a clueless goose, suddenly remembering something Hermione had said in their first year.

"Ancient Alchemy involved the creation of the Philosopher's Stone, a magical substance with astonishing properties. The Philosopher's Stone could turn any metal into pure gold and could also create Elixir of Life, making the person who drank it never die."

He repeated it subconsciously.

Veratia suddenly felt as if she had grasped something, Cassandra still looked bewildered, while Pabbie had an innocent look in her eyes.

"Yes, immortality," Mr. LeMay said with a chuckle. "Now that you are one with the Philosopher's Stone, you possess this immortal quality—and you can not only power Miss Grindelwald's magic, but also Miss Malfoy's life force..."

Veratia:!

She now understood why she had a bad feeling!

What?! Harry can not only replenish mana, but also life energy?!

Oh my god...

"You mean..." Harry suddenly felt a little smug. He didn't know why he was smug, but he was just... smug.

Veratia suddenly hugged Harry's right arm.

"Just like Miss Grindelwald," Mr. LeMay said, arms crossed, "Miss Malfoy could also replenish her Life Force through contact with Harry... so she wouldn't die..."

Upon hearing this, Cassandra suddenly froze on the spot.

Then, her face and neck were stained with a suspicious cherry blossom pink.

Good heavens, he actually has to hug Potter!

Absolutely... absolutely shameless!

but...

Look at that philandering cat, he's lewdly hugging Potter...

What if she manages to lead Po Potter and corrupt him?!

But no matter how I think about it, I still can't get over it in my heart.

"Miss Malfoy," Mr. LeMay continued, offering further encouragement to the beautiful world, "I think you should abandon some of those inappropriate thoughts. After all, you're different from others now, with less than a year left to live... I think neither your friends nor your family want to see you die like this, otherwise all the preparations we've made will have been in vain, won't they?"

Cassandra bit her lip, glanced at Harry looked serious but secretly pleased, and then looked at the alert Veratia.

Um...

Mr. LeMay is right. I should indeed abandon that outdated idea, after all, I can't let my father and brother be sad again...

Also, that thieving cat from the Grindelwald family...

How could I let her Potter?

Finally, she made up her mind.

Yes, that's it!

With that thought in mind, Cassandra walked gracefully to Harry's other side.

She reached out and grabbed Harry's arm.

Unlike Veratia, who pressed her entire body against Harry, she simply held onto Harry's arm with her hand.

"Relax, Potter," Cassandra, raising her head and curving her lips into a smile as if she were doing Harry a favor. "Mr. LeMay is right. I shouldn't have such worldly thoughts—you should understand that I'm doing this for myself."

"Mmm-hmm!" Harry nodded repeatedly, though he was usually quite sarcastic and didn't want to show off his sharp tongue at this moment.

What if Cassandra's sharp tongue gets away, and she only has a year to live?

but...

You tell me to relax, but you're anything but relaxed...

Harry was in tears.

My dear sister, could you please be a little gentler on your hand?!

The atmosphere in Mr. LeMay's Alchemy Room gradually became strange.

To Harry's left was Cassandra, who was clinging tightly to his left arm, and to his right was Veratia was rubbing against his right arm.

The two women stared at each other intently, as if waging a war without gunfire.

(I've deleted and rewritten so many times, but I'm still not satisfied. I'm a bit frustrated. I need to sort things out properly.)