Do You Have No Shame at All, Potter?!

"I've already made myself very clear, so—what's next—"

"Control your thoughts, empty your mind —"

"Legilimency!"

1990, County Surrey.

"Hey! You big idiot!"

A chubby boy, somewhat resembling a short-nosed elephant, threatened little Harry: "Be my punching bag, understand? Otherwise, it will teach you a lesson!"

As he said this, the chubby boy pointed to his other fist.

Seeing the chubby boy approaching, followed by several other boys, Harry ran away without looking back.

However, this run led him into a dead end.

"I warned you, you freak!" The chubby boy rubbed his hands together menacingly. "Your running away like this will only make me angrier—are you ready? I'm going to give you a good beating!"

After making the threat, the chubby boy leaped forward and, together with several students behind him, pounced on Harry.

However, something strange happened: little Harry suddenly disappeared from the spot.

The group of people who had come up empty-handed looked at each other, none of them knowing what had happened.

"Where is everyone?!" the chubby boy asked in terror.

"I don't know—." A skinny monkey next to him said in surprise, clearly not understanding what had happened.

"There it is!"

Another person pointed to a rooftop in the distance and said, "That guy's over there! How did he even get up there?!"

Train, 1887.

"My dad said a Muggle-born came to School Opening this year?"

Young Cassandra pushed open the door to the train compartment. Although the little girl was not old, her long, straight, light blonde hair made her look like a little adult.

"Is it in this cubicle?"

"Hello, hello———"

Harry instinctively stood up and timidly greeted Cassandra.

"Oh, it's you, the boy with glasses."

Cassandra's eyes held no discrimination or disdain, but her tone of voice was condescending.

It's really annoying.

But in this private room, only Gareth Weasley was unhappy; Harry didn't think there was anything wrong with the girl's attitude, and even thought it was quite nice.

Compared to Dudley, it's already as gentle as a spring breeze.

"Judging from your appearance, you probably won't be sorted into Slytherin, will you?" Cassandra frowned at Harry. "I think you're more suited to Hufflepuff, or maybe Gryffindor —but you don't belong in Slytherin."

"I won't go to Slytherin, Your Excellency," Harry said quickly.

"Snort."

Gareth snorted coldly, asserting his presence.

Cassandra turned her head away, looking at Gareth was giving a cold snort.

"Let me guess, red hair, expressionless face—you must be Weasley —my dad said you don't seem to care much about the Pure-blood concept."

Gareth didn't dare to speak, after all, Cassandra hadn't said anything too offensive.

Although his aunt was the Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts, the father of the Young Lady Malfoy in front of him was someone that even Headmaster Mr. Black dared not offend.

"He can be your friend, Muggle-born boy."

Cassandra's tone was very uncomfortable; it sounded like she was giving a command rather than making an evaluation.

"Yes, I understand, Your Excellency," Harry replied obediently.

Malfoy Manor, 1888.

"Is this all you've prepared, Potter?"

Cassandra, her eyes gleaming with anger, looked down at Harry, who lay slumped on the ground. "Get up, Potter! I won't allow you to run away!"

"I... I really can't beat you, Miss Malfoy— " Harry gasped for breath; he was genuinely struggling against Cassandra's Charms.

"Stand up!"

Cassandra snapped, "I told you to stand up!"

Harry had no choice but to stand up, knowing that the other party was his employer and controlled his school grant. If Miss Malfoy went home and spoke ill of him to Mr. Malfoy, he would lose his school grant.

Without financial aid, let alone buying books, even finding a place to go during holidays becomes a significant problem.

"Depulso (Pushing Charm)!"

A flash of red light appeared on Cassandra's staff, Harry was sent flying again, crashing heavily to the ground.

"Leviosa!"

"Why don't you get out of the way!" She stood next to Harry, who Leviosa in mid-air, with an unfriendly expression.

"You didn't say I could move aside—"

Harry said timidly, remembering Young Lady Malfoy's previous request—that he be a punching bag.

"Back then, um, back when my Cousin Dudley made me be the punching bag, he never let me get out of the way—"

But I always run very fast, and that makes him angry—"

Cassandra paused.

"I'll allow you to dodge, Potter." She turned around, her expression unreadable. "You have to dodge, and you have to fight back—if all I need is a punching bag that won't retaliate, I can buy some training dummies."

Instead of practicing Charms with you here, understand?

"Oh, I see, Miss Malfoy," Harry nodded.

He breathed a sigh of relief, still thinking to himself—it seems Miss Malfoy isn't a bad person after all.

At least unlike my Cousin Dudley, I didn't take pleasure in his suffering.

Hogwarts, 1889.

"Epelliarmus (Disarming Charm)!"

Cassandra's wand spun out of her hand and landed in Harry's hand.

"Well done, Potter."

Cassandra wasn't angry; instead, she looked satisfied.

"Thank you for your guidance, Miss Malfoy."

Harry stepped forward and handed the wand to Cassandra.

Cassandra took the wand from Harry's hand, her phoenix eyes narrowing slightly, and then said, "It would be even better if you could cherish your talent. - Lately you've been going out with that Hufflepuff Sweeting all the time."

Right?

Hearing Cassandra's words, Harry felt inexplicably guilty.

"How did you know?" He didn't know what he was feeling guilty about, but he felt guilty for being caught red-handed.

The guilt I felt wasn't the guilt of being caught slacking off by the teacher. It was strange, very strange indeed.

"I just knew it." Cassandra's lips twitched, her eyes filled with undisguised disappointment. "You have a talent that most people can only dream of, and you've wasted it on interacting with small animals—honestly, Potter, I feel sorry for you—"

"Then I won't go anymore," Harry said quickly, genuinely afraid to see Cassandra with that look in her eyes.

Cassandra hesitated for a moment, then said, "It's still possible to go to the Forbidden Forest at an appropriate time, but—"

Come with me next time. The Forbidden Forest is dangerous, as you should know; there are many poachers there.

"Yes, Miss Malfoy," Harry nodded.

Malfoy Manor, 1890.

"You did a great job, Potter."

Cassandra tossed her flowing hair and looked at Harry with satisfaction.

"Ha ha-"

Harry grinned sheepishly, feeling delighted by Cassandra's praise.

"My father told me to tell you," Cassandra said businesslike, ignoring Harry's silly grin, "That there's a dinner party at the Ministry of Magic tonight, and you'd like to attend with him."

"Okay, okay—" Harry swallowed, a little nervous.

Attending the Ministry of Magic's banquet, what exactly is this—

"I've already had your dress prepared at home," Cassandra said, looking Harry up and down. "Although you're still a minor, you still need to wear formal attire for important occasions. Alright—go to your room and try it on; Kabi is already waiting for you."

On a train in 1891.

"I heard from my dad that a new student will be joining Hogwarts this School Opening."

Cassandra sat on the train, casually stirring her cup with a small silver spoon, the spoon clinking against the cup's side with a pleasant tinkling sound.

"Really?" Harry asked unconsciously, looking out the window at the scenery.

"Of course." Cassandra picked up her coffee cup, took a small sip, and after swallowing the coffee...

She finally spoke, saying, "She's supposedly from the Austro-Hungarian Empire; heaven knows why she even came to Hogwarts."

"Couldn't Durmstrang satisfy this person?"

Austro-Hungarian Empire?

Harry immediately thought of the lady-in-waiting he had met in the Austro-Hungarian Empire; her surname was Grindelwald, and she was quite pretty.

He wondered how she was doing.

He knew, of course, that the lady-in-waiting was just an ordinary Muggle and had no chance of becoming a wizard admitted to Hogwarts.

However, he couldn't help but think how wonderful it would be if she were the one transferring to the class.

However, to his surprise, the transfer student never showed up.

Just as he was feeling dejected, thinking the transfer student wouldn't come, the door was suddenly opened.

Standing at the door were Professor Figg, and...

It's her?!

Harry felt a surge of secret delight.

The girl named Grindelwald also seemed to be searching for something, and after meeting Harry's gaze, she gave Harry a sweet smile.

Headmaster Black was very unhappy, but he still managed to get Professor Weasley to sort her into a college.

"Slytherin!"

With a shout from the Sorting Hat, Miss Grindelwald did not go to the Slytherin's long table, but instead went to Harry's seat and sat down next to him.

"Hello," she smiled sweetly and introduced herself in heavily accented German-accented English, "I am Verathea Grindelwald from the Austro-Hungarian Empire —we've met before. Thank you again for your help. You can call me Veratia."

Harry sprayed Pumpkin Juice out of his mouth, and he hurriedly put down the cup. Veratia took out a handkerchief to wipe it for him.

He felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively turned around, only to see Cassandra looking at him with utter disgust.

Oh no, his heart skipped a beat.

1993, Britain.

The scenes shifted rapidly, from Harry finding Cassandra's treasure vault to various Merlin's ruins.

He eventually found Cassandra's hiding place.

Sorting, enrollment, joining the Dueling Club, and then... it's the Christmas holidays, from Hogwarts all the way to Black's old house.

Harry lay in bed, idly thinking about things.

However, after an unknown amount of time, a sudden sound came from the side.

At the same time, I suddenly felt as if someone had fallen down next to me.

He turned his head and looked at it in the moonlight.

It was Veratia, lying on her side on the bed, looking at him with a slight smile.

"Veratia?" Harry asked in surprise, "What are you doing here?"

"What, can't I come?" Veratia asked with a smile.

"Of course." Harry wasn't sure what he was so happy about, but he was just happy. "I was just thinking about you, and then you showed up—"

"Yes." Veratia looked at him with a smile, but she seemed to have something on her mind.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked with concern, sensing that something was off about Veratia.

"It's nothing." Veratia bit her lip, but reached out and brushed her long golden hair aside.

Her hair flew wildly and landed on Harry's face.

A refreshing fragrance lingered around his nose, and he couldn't help but greedily take two deep sniffs.

"Does it smell good?" Veratia always had an extremely gentle smile on her face when she was with him.

"Of course—" Harry swallowed hard, feeling his heart pounding as if it were a Niffler.

"That--"

Veratia reached out and unbuttoned the top button of his collar.

Her slender fingers touched his collarbone, gently drawing circles.

At the same time, she leaned down, and the two were very close, so close that Harry could even feel the fragrant heat coming from Veratia's nose.

"How about this?" Veratia asked with a slight smile.

"Uh—" Harry felt a bit of a shock in his brain. Who am I?

Where am I?

What am I supposed to do?

Suddenly, he felt a sweet sensation on his lips; something soft pressed against them.

At the same time, a soft, delicate body slumped into his arms.

Harry was stunned for a long time before he realized that Veratia had kissed him.

Not to be outdone, he immediately retaliated; how could he let Veratia gain the upper hand?

However, just as he reached out his hand, he unexpectedly heard someone saying something beside him.

"Does it feel sweet?"

A familiar voice rang in my ears, a voice that seemed to be trying its best to suppress boundless negative emotions.

However, when he opened his eyes, he saw Cassandra standing by the bed, her eyes filled with disgust and a look of utter contempt as if she were trash.

At the same time, Harry instantly snapped out of his memories.

He slumped into a chair, panting heavily.

"This part isn't something you should be watching—" he said, looking up.

Cassandra gave a disdainful smile.

"Then," she said coldly, "As a master of Legilimency, could Voldemort have seen what just happened?"

Harry's heart skipped a beat when he heard Cassandra's words.

Yes, Voldemort was a master of Legilimency, but he was also somewhat relieved that he had only kissed, hugged, and touched her that night, and hadn't done anything else excessive.

"I never expected this, Potter," Cassandra, still looking down at him. "How could you be so depraved, doing such a thing in your Godfather's house? Don't you have any shame at all?!"

Harry thought for a moment and then said seriously.

"No."