Training Cassandra (Part 2)

Cassandra offered no resistance, and almost instantly Harry easily broke through her defenses.

Unlike the Imperius Curse, this Occlumency's defensive counterattack doesn't create resistance. With the enhancement of Ancient Magic, even a natural Occlumency master would easily be hit by such a powerful flying brick, let alone Cassandra.

Even Miss Grindelwald, who wished to remain anonymous, was unable to resist the sudden attack of Harry's new Charms.

This kind of Mind Control is not the kind of simple and brutal Mind Control that erases the self, but rather it preserves a person's self-awareness while implanting the practitioner's purpose.

After another dizzying spin, the two were back in Potter's Cabin (Cassandra's words).

Cassandra paused for a moment, then looked up at Harry.

"Potter— " she murmured.

"It seems—" Harry crossed his legs and sat down in the chair, "You've forgotten who you are, my Kassadin." Cassandra's expression shifted slightly, and she slowly closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

"Owner--"

"That's more like it!" Harry said happily. It seemed that his hard work had paid off, and diligent practice had brought him strength.

The hint he gave Cassandra was Maid command.

In other words, Cassandra has now accepted her identity as Harry's maid.

It's very silky smooth.

"So are you still wearing this outfit?" Harry looked Cassandra up and down, noting her ever-present Slytherin standard suit, and asked in return.

"Yes, Master." Cassandra lowered her head shyly. "I'll go get it right away—"

After saying that, she turned and walked out of the room.

Harry scratched his head, wondering if he had used too much force.

Before he could even fully repent, there was a knock on the door.

"Maidservice."

"Come in," Harry said.

As soon as he finished speaking, the door was pushed open.

Cassandra, Maid Outfit, walked in from outside. Harry noticed that she was wearing a small black leather collar around her neck with a bell on it.

It should be said that British maid outfit are generally quite formal—instead of the informal short-skirted Maid Outfit, they are long-skirted styles with the hem of the skirt extending past the knee and even covering two-thirds of the calves.

Harry could only see a section of her calves, covered in black over-the-knee stockings, beneath the skirt; the lines were beautiful and the proportions were perfect.

but·

He was completely stumped.

How should we begin?

He suddenly missed Veratia a little. If she were here, she would definitely have a hundred ways to torment Cassandra.

And Harry, unlike Veratia, isn't full of bad intentions.

Seeing that Harry didn't move, Cassandra spoke without expression.

"Please give me your orders, Master."

Harry looked up and met Cassandra's eyes, which were filled with shame and indignation.

The moment their eyes met, Cassandra looked away, trying to avoid meeting Harry's gaze.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked with concern.

"It's nothing." Cassandra didn't know why she had suddenly become that bad guy Potter's maid, but since that was the case, she didn't object.

Anyway, he had given that naughty boy Potter a lot of trouble back then, so it was only natural to let him get his revenge. Just then, a plate full of fruit suddenly appeared on the table.

Without a doubt, it must have Dobby who secretly delivered it.

Harry didn't know why Dobby would send such a fruit platter, but he knew now was the perfect time to use it.

"Feed me some fruit, Cass," Harry ordered without hesitation.

Cassandra stretched out her small hands, clad in white velvet gloves, picked up a piece of Apple with Prongs, and held it to Harry's lips.

Harry moved his lips and shoveled the piece of Apple into his mouth.

To be honest, it was really sweet.

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but this Apple tastes much sweeter than usual.

Of course, Harry had done this kind of work before. Ever since he was defeated by money in his first year and became Cassandra's sidekick, whenever Cassandra was reading or taking a nap in her deckchair, Harry would always be there to serve her fruit.

The reversal of the Heavenly Gang belongs to the present.

But now, Harry felt no discomfort whatsoever; he only felt extremely happy and exhilarated.

Some of the emancipated serfs sang songs of joy.

But that's clearly not enough; Harry thinks he should put in a little more effort.

On the one hand, it's to see where the threshold for Mind Control is, and on the other hand, it's to take this opportunity to have some fun.

If you miss this opportunity, you might never get another chance.

"Come here," Harry commanded again.

Cassandra looked at him, puzzled, a question mark appearing above her head.

"Come here," Harry beckoned to her. "That's an order!"

Upon hearing the word "command," Cassandra's gaze sharpened, and she walked to Harry's side.

Harry didn't look up. After thinking for a moment, he commanded again, "Come sit here—"

For a fleeting moment, Cassandra took a deep breath.

But she still pursed her thin lips and obediently sat on Harry's lap.

However, her disordered breathing and trembling body betrayed the turmoil in her heart.

Harry truly hadn't expected Cassandra to obediently follow his orders; he had thought Cassandra would suddenly rebel. The girl's body was soft and exuded youthful energy, especially when Cassandra turned her head, her hair brushing against Harry's nose, the fragrance of which intoxicated Harry.

"Is this alright, Master?"

Cassandra's slightly stiff voice rang out.

You could tell she was a little awkward, awkward about her current situation.

"Um, cough cough—." Harry coughed twice to cover up his discomfort, but his hand was restless and placed on Cassandra's thigh.

Of course, being a gentleman, Harry didn't grope her; he simply placed his hand on Cassandra's thigh.

Even through the skirt, you could feel the amazing bouncy texture of those rounded thighs.

The two remained locked in this stalemate for an unknown amount of time before Cassandra suddenly broke the silence.

"Let me feed you some more fruit."

"Okay," Harry said with a grin, "But—don't feed me with Prongs."

"Then what should we use?" Cassandra asked, puzzled.

"Hey—" Harry lifted one hand from Cassandra's leg, through her waist, picked up a cherry from the fruit bowl, bit it into his mouth, and gestured for her to continue, saying, "Like this, you bite it and feed me—."

However, he was Cassandra's cold words in response.

"Do you want some or not?"

Harry immediately stood at attention.

But at the same time, it also felt like the taste was back.

Could it be that she has broken free from my Charms?

Harry was puzzled, but the little maid sitting on his lap showed no intention of getting up.

So it seems they didn't break free?

"What do you mean, eat or not?" Harry started to play dumb.

Cassandra, expressionless, forked a grape from the fruit bowl beside her and held it to Harry's lips.

Judging from his expression, it was clear that he meant, "My patience has its limits."

This completely confused Harry. Was he putting in the effort or not?

Or is it that this Mind Control can only achieve a limited level?

Oh, I've retained a Cassandra's temper so you'll know you're controlling Cassandra?

All right--·

He opened his mouth, but before he could speak, a plump, juicy grape rolled down his throat.

"Gurgle."

Harry swallowed the grape whole, without even having a chance to peel or chew it.

"Eat more grapes, it's good for your health." Cassandra said coldly as she watched him swallow the grapes. "Look at how clumsy you are. Grapes aren't eaten like that. You have to peel them—oh, I forgot, you're a Muggle owner, how would you know how to eat grapes?"

Harry remembered that it was Christmas in his first year when Cassandra gave him grapes, and he was so nervous that he swallowed them in one gulp.

Cassandra had a similar look of disdain at the time, but she didn't say "master" in her words.

Harry suddenly had a pang of conscience; he felt that controlling Cassandra like this was somewhat inhuman.

So he tried to break control over Cassandra.

However, Cassandra remained unfazed, sitting on his lap and feeding him fruit.

Even when he was in a daze, she reached out her fingers to wipe the watermelon juice dripping from the corner of his mouth, staining her spotless white gloves with bright red.

It must be said that this stark contrast creates a very strong visual impact.

Harry: Who am I? Where am I? What am I in?

Didn't I already break free from control over her? Why is she still like this?

Could it be that the control effect is too strong?

"What else would you like to eat?" Cassandra asked with concern after feeding the fruit. "If there's anything else you'd like to eat, I'll ask Dobby to prepare it for you, my master."

"That's all," Harry said, shaking his head.

"Oh." Cassandra nodded, carefully wiping the fruit crumbs off Harry's lips with her fingers.

Then, with a flick of her finger, she Silent Spell to Clean-up the gloves, instantly restoring them to their previous pristine, spotless state.

Harry decided to test Cassandra to see what was going on with her.

"What time is it now?" he asked.

"It's already 9:00," Cassandra replied. "Is there anything else you need, my master?"

"A proper maid should know what it means to serve in bed," Harry said with a mischievous grin. "Of course, as a reasonable master, I don't need you to serve me in bed or warm my bed for me, right?"

When Harry mentioned "serving someone in bed," Cassandra's face suddenly turned bright red, and steam could even be seen rising from her head.

Her fists were clenched tightly, but relaxed when Harry said "warm the bed".

Oh well, it's just warming the bed; that's what a maid should do.

Cassandra hypnotized herself, glancing at Harry almost imperceptibly, and said to him, "It would be my pleasure—so please allow me to take my leave. As for serving you your bath, it would be better to leave it Dobby, wouldn't you say?"

Harry, of course, knew when to stop, so he nodded vigorously and said, "Okay, okay, then I'll have Dobby my bath first."

After saying that, he quickly left and ran to the bathroom.

After Harry disappeared from sight, Cassandra covered her burning cheeks and squatted down on the ground.

Ahhh.—·

That Potter!

Where did he learn all this bad knowledge?

Don't let me know, otherwise I will definitely do it myself. However, she still remembered her promise to Harry. After squatting on the ground for a while, she stood up unsteadily, took unsteady steps, walked to Harry's bedroom, lifted the quilt and lay down.

Well, it's just being a maid for one day—

She was hypnotizing herself with this thought.

In fact, she was indeed Mind Control by Harry at the beginning.

However, as the daughter of the Malfoy family, it was impossible for Mr. Septimus not to prepare some strange and wonderful magical items for Cassandra.

But coincidentally, the necklace she's wearing now is the Merlin's Treasure she stole from her family's treasury.

The mind control only lasted for a few seconds before being neutralized by the Ancient magic protection on Merlin's Treasure.

However, Cassandra was willing to play along with his role-playing, since they had a Master-Servant relationship back then—although Cassandra never thought so, everyone else thought so.

So, she also wanted to take this opportunity to make amends to that wretched Potter.

To prevent him from holding a grudge and going back to that wicked woman, Grindelwald.

Look at him! By Merlin, look what that adorable little Harry has become, corrupted by that wicked woman Grindelwald!

It has to be admitted that Cassandra still has a biased view of Harry from back then.

Even though Harry has become incredibly slick now, in Cassandra's eyes, he's just been corrupted by "that wicked woman Grindelwald."

but-·

What will that rascal Harry do when he comes here after his bath?

Cassandra's mind was in complete turmoil.

She didn't know what outrageous demands Harry would make, nor dared to imagine how outrageous they might be given his current level of wickedness.

If he makes a naughty request, should we agree or not?

Cassandra wanted to agree, but she was afraid that Grindelwald, that wicked woman, would beat her to it.

That wicked woman has already stolen Harry's first kiss; what if she steals his innocence too?

But if she agreed, the ladylike upbringing she had always received made it a little hard for her to accept.

Torn between her inner turmoil and her own conscience, Cassandra pulled the blanket over herself and began to bury her head in the sand like an ostrich.

Oh well—never mind, never mind.

Before she could completely give up, the sound of the door opening rang out.

"Cass?"

Harry's voice reached her ears.

"Are you still here?" he asked.

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