Training Cassandra

Harry found it quite interesting, so he mentally destroyed and rebuilt the castle. When he got interested, he even leveled the distant mountains and made them rise up again.

As for consumption...

It's not worth mentioning.

With the help of this Transformation Gem, he can continuously convert magic into Mental Power.

For others, there may be limitations to the magic.

But such restrictions are utterly insignificant to Harry, who is the Philosopher's Stone's Stone.

After playing like this for a while, Harry reluctantly withdrew from his conscious state.

Seeing Harry open his eyes, Pabbie leaned closer and asked with concern, "How are you feeling?"

"It's great," Harry said happily. "I tried it my own way and it felt pretty good—I should say, thanks to Mr. LeMay's stone, otherwise I wouldn't have had such ample Mental Power to expand my Consciousness World."

Pabbie was taken aback by Harry's words.

No, what did you say?

"The Consciousness World?" she repeated uncertainly. "You mean— the Consciousness World?"

"Yes." Harry nodded. "I used Ancient Magic to create a Virtual World in my mind—unlike what I imagined, that world...seems real—I can invite people into my Consciousness World, and I can automatically retaliate when someone tries to use Legilimency on me, allowing them to enter my Consciousness World."

Pabbie glanced at Harry, then leaned back with a disdainful smirk.

"I'll go all out against you talented players!" Wait a minute. She suddenly realized something. "What if the other party enters your Consciousness World and causes trouble?"

To everyone's surprise, Harry chuckled.

"In the Consciousness World, I am the sole ruler. You can't possibly defeat me on my home turf, can you?"

"Shall I give it a try?" Pabbie's gaze passed over Harry and went to Mr. LeMay.

To everyone's surprise, Mr. LeMay simply smiled mysteriously, then held the Crystal Ball and continued to gaze into the void, seemingly looking at nothing in particular.

Seeing that Mr. LeMay ignored her, Pabbie pouted and pulled her wand from her bosom.

"Then you'd better be ready!" she said, pointing to her little Tiger Fang.

Just as he was about to use Legilimency, Pabbie felt something was amiss.

"No, this was supposed to be a test to see if you would take the initiative to protect yourself when you're caught off guard. Let's have a chat first, Harry."

"What are you talking about?" Harry asked, puzzled.

Pabbie glanced at Mr. LeMay, then at his nephew Newt beside him, and after thinking for a moment, finally said, "Come with me—we'll go to the room over there."

"Okay." Harry was pulled by the arm by Pabbie and led into the small hut next door without further ado.

After the door closed, Mr. LeMay slowly raised his head and gave Newt a mysterious smile.

"It seems Miss Sweeting knows how to seize opportunities after all."

"Huh?" Newt didn't understand what Mr. LeMay meant.

But Mr. LeMay didn't want to explain. He smiled and continued studying the Crystal Ball ball in his hands. Harry, who had been pulled into the small room by Pabbie, was completely bewildered. Pabbie pushed him into a chair, and Harry scratched his head, asking, "Why are we chatting here?"

"Of course, it's to distract you, Harry." Pabbie grinned and reached out to ruffle Harry's hair. "That's why I dragged you here—"

"Distracted?"

As soon as Harry finished speaking, he saw Pabbie unbutton her shirt and pull it to the side with her two small, fair hands.

His eyes bulged outwards.

Holy crap, what's blinding me?

However, a sharp shout came from beside her ear.

"Legilimency!" "

Pabbie felt a sudden dizziness and then fell into a dark space.

Suddenly a bright light appeared before her eyes, and she opened them to find herself in Hogwarts during winter.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and she couldn't help but tighten her clothes and button up her shirt.

"What's going on?" she muttered to herself. "Isn't it summer? Why is it snowing?"

"Because you are in my Consciousness World."

As soon as he finished speaking, Pabbie found that the surroundings had transformed into a lush, green summer landscape.

"Harry?" Pabbie exclaimed. "This is real? You really created a Consciousness World?"

As she spoke, she squatted down and scratched at the ground with her hand.

The realistic touch made her feel a little dazed.

It felt just like real ground, and she scratched her nails until they hurt.

"Otherwise what?" Harry glanced at her. "Otherwise, do you think I went through all this trouble just to simulate a fake world?"

"That's true," Pabbie said with a chuckle, then asked, "If I cause any damage in this world,

Will this have any negative impact on you? Oh, of course, I don't mean I want it to, but what if someone Fang Yi wants to invade your Mental World and tries to do that? There has to be a way to deal with it, right?

"What kind of damage do you think it could cause?"

Harry suddenly appeared in front of Pabbie.

"Huh? You actually got in here?" Pabbie asked blankly.

"This is my Mein Kampf, of course I can come in."

Harry smiled and pointed to the distant mountains.

"In this world, I am the ruler. Do you really think anyone can harm me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Pabbie saw the mountains Harry was pointing to collapse with a deafening roar, as if they had been struck by a magnitude 10 earthquake.

The ground they were on began to shake violently, Pabbie her balance and fell on top of Harry.

"Stop! Stop!" she cried out in terror; it was clear she was truly frightened.

Her eyes were tightly closed, and her arms were wrapped so tightly around Harry that they were severely Transfiguration.

Harry stopped the earthquake and looked at Pabbie again.

"Also, attempting to invade my Mein Kampf has very serious consequences—would you like to experience it?"

"What should we taste?"

Pabbie said that, but his gaze was looking down.

"Of course, it's time to try out my countermeasures."

Harry finished speaking and snapped his fingers.

Pabbie suddenly felt herself dancing uncontrollably, and then she heard a suggestive voice in her ear that she could not resist.

"Harry Potter is your master—"

"Owner--"

Pabbie revealed a smitten smile, and a glistening tear even appeared at the corner of her mouth.

After a dizzying sensation, the two of them reappeared in the small room in Mr. LeMay's Alchemy Room.

Pabbie was still under Mind Control, chuckling as she reached out to pull off Harry's shirt.

Harry quickly released the Mind Control, and Pabbie belatedly let out a sigh.

"Oh my! You're such a pervert!" she said in a coquettish voice. "I've been wrong about you all along."

You are the absolute, absolute, absolute, absolute, absolute.

"The most what?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.

"But I like it, hehe."

After saying that, Pabbie pounced on Harry, squeezing Harry so tightly he couldn't breathe.

This facial cleanser...

"You've brainwashed him, so you have to take full responsibility, my Young Master —hehehehehehe—"

Harry suddenly felt like he had done something wrong—

It seems like Pabbie's true nature has been brought out?

It seems that Pabbie is quite talented in the area of making pajamas, perhaps even possessing some natural ability.

But the most urgent task now is to get out of there as soon as possible—

He struggled to pull his head out, panting heavily.

It feels so good to be able to breathe fresh air again; he almost suffocated from lack of oxygen just now.

"Stop it, stop it!" Harry reached out and pushed Pabbie away, ignoring the soft, squishy feeling. He might really suffocate if he kept suffocating. "Please don't! They're waiting outside—we need to get out of here right now—"

"That's true." Pabbie nodded and said, "Alright, I'll let you off this time, my Young Master ~"

As they walked out, Pabbie suddenly whispered in his ear, "When we have vacation, I'll wear Maid Outfit for you, okay?!"

After saying that, Pabbie chuckled and walked out of the room past him.

Maid Outfit?

Harry couldn't help but imagine it.

Britain Maid Outfit are considered more traditional, unlike the more erotic Japanese style. Britain Maid Outfit typically have very long skirts.

But since Hoglet is also a uniform-type item, Harry couldn't help but start to let his thoughts wander.

What would it feel like if Veratia wore Maid Outfit?

Hmm—.—· Veratia, this woman—

There is a contrast, but the flavor isn't that profound.

So, what would it be like if Cassandra wore Maid Outfit?

This thought had a significant impact; his ability to fill in the blanks was extraordinary.

In his mind, he had already pictured Cassandra's face filled with shame and indignation as she covered her collar, biting her lip in utter resistance.

You know what, the contrast is actually quite striking—

The once high and mighty young lady has become a maid! I'm so excited! I'm so excited!

They were master and Master-Servant back then. Although Cassandra actually treated him as a friend, Harry always thought so.

The sudden reversal of status brings a sense of contrast that neither Veratia nor Pabbie could bring when they put on Maid Outfit.

A fierce flame suddenly ignited in his eyes.

Let's give it our all!

Cassandra absolutely has to wear it at least once!

This is the right path for humanity!

Sensing Harry standing still, Pabbie turned around and, seeing his resolute expression, asked with concern, "What's wrong with you?"

"Huh? Nothing." Harry shook his head, banishing the daydream from his mind, and said with a chuckle, "Just thinking about happy things, things that make me really, really happy—"

Pabbie glanced at him but didn't ask any further questions.

"It seems you've mastered it, Harry." Mr. LeMay put down the Crystal Ball and said to him, "This stone is no longer of use to me. In fact, it can not only be held and used, but you can also swallow it. From now on, you won't need to take it out temporarily; you can convert magic into Mental Power anytime, anywhere."

"Swallow it directly?"

Newt looked up at the blue stone, about the size of a goose egg, then looked at Harry.

Are you playing this wildly?

Can someone really swallow such a big rock?

How is this different from suicide?

"Really?" Harry realized the problem too. He opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't fit it in.

"I'll do it."

Mr. LeMay walked over and took the sapphire from Harry's hand.

Seeing that Harry didn't react for a while, he couldn't help but say, "What are you waiting for? Open your mouth!"

"Oh." Harry belatedly opened his mouth, but before he could react, Mr. LeMay suddenly shoved the sapphire at him, making his front teeth ache.

Damn it, I knew this old man was faking it. Look at him, how many hundreds of years old men have that much strength?

Before he could think any further, the gemstone suddenly transformed into a warm current, flowing down his throat and into his stomach.

"Huh?" He closed his mouth, smacked his lips, and before he could even savor the taste of the sapphire, it was already in his stomach—

"Alright, all done." Mr. LeMay clapped his hands, striking a very girlish pose. "Now you can convert magic into Mental Power at any time."

After saying that, Mr. LeMay added, "You're welcome."

"Oh, thank you, Mr. LeMay," Harry quickly added.

"You're welcome." Mr. LeMay finally smiled, looking like he thought the boy was promising.

Harry was quite pleased, after all, he had gained real benefits: a shortcut to converting infinite magic into Mental Power, and the prospect of training Cassandra in the future.

"In that case," Harry turned to look at Pabbie, "I think I should give it a try and surprise Veratia."

Pabbie had been somewhat distracted, immediately looked up when she heard that Veratia was to receive a surprise.

If you say that, then I won't be sleepy anymore!

"How do I surprise her?!" She grinned lewdly, truly lewd. "Tell me, how exactly do I want to surprise her—is it like I did with me before, making her—hehe, obediently lower her guard and call you master?"

Newt, standing to the side, looked completely bewildered. "Wait, you guys are going this far?"

Harry looked up and thought for a moment. Should Veratia call him master?

It was certainly exciting, but, well, it wasn't as exciting as what Cassandra had summoned.

After all, while Veratia's behavior was somewhat unusual, it wasn't that drastic. "It's not that bad," Harry said, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Tell me, what do you think about all day? Can't you think about something serious?"

Pabbie actually thought about it seriously for a moment, then denied it, saying, "No."

Harry took a deep breath and decided not to stoop to Pabbie's level.

At the same time, he was also pondering it in his heart.

Hmm, how exactly do we counter Veratia?

Although he didn't mind letting her see what he was thinking, he was worried that someone might suddenly see what he was thinking.

However, he wouldn't mind giving Veratia a surprise.