No, You Came at Just the Right Time!

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What happened?

The most surprised person was not Harry, nor Cassandra, but Sirius.

He never imagined that someone named Grindelwald could get a job at the Austrian Ministry of Magic.

This world is crazy! A mouse being a bridesmaid for a cat? That's something else!

Cassandra wasn't surprised because she already knew Veratia quite well.

This woman named Grindelwald, if she wants to do something, she can definitely do it.

Besides, she was just a little girl named Grindelwald who had joined the Austrian Ministry of Magic —no one could prove that she had any relationship with the old Grindelwald, so naturally no one would stand up to object.

Most importantly, the Austrian Ministry of Magic is now completely controlled by the Witchcraft Party.

Welcome!

Vera Rosier spoke first, and despite her advanced age, she still maintained her elegance.

She looked at Harry, smiled, and said, "Mr. Potter, we meet again—this seems to be the first time we've met since I stepped down as Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor?"

"Hello, Ms. Rosier," Harry said with a slight bow. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Alright." Ms. Rosier glanced back at Veratia, then said to Sirius and Mr. Weasley, "We should give the young people some time. What do you think?"

"Of course." Sirius couldn't refuse at this point. One reason was that the other party was the Minister for Magic of Austria, and another was that he also knew that this was Veratia's idea.

He no longer objected to Harry's good relationship with this Slytherin woman, largely because of Harry's mother's strong support.

Sirius witnessed firsthand Lily's approving look after learning that her son was dating her best friend; it was as if she was saying, "He's such a good son."

The mother of the other person agrees to the marriage, so who is it to object to this Black Dog Godfather?

Veratia bowed slightly to Mrs. Rosier, placed the documents she was holding on the table, and said to Harry and Cassandra, "Let's go upstairs and talk."

The three of them went into a side room, and after sitting down, Cassandra frowned and asked, "Grindelwald, what trick are you up to now?"

"This isn't a trick." Veratia put a finger to her lips. "After graduation, I can't just be unemployed, can I? I need to find some work. Luckily, the Austrian Ministry of Magic extended an invitation to me, so I accepted, since I was struggling to find a job."

Cassandra laughed as if she had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"The Austrian Ministry of Magic extended an invitation to you?" She curled her lip. "Don't think I don't know who Ms. Rosier is; she's your brother's—that cockatoo's—old flame!"

Upon hearing this, Veratia's face darkened.

Cassandra thought she was right and crossed her arms, letting out a defiant smile.

"Oh, you're wrong about that," Harry suddenly whistled.

"Did you say something wrong?" Cassandra frowned at Harry. "What did I say wrong?"

"Ms. Vera Ms. Rosier isn't Gellert Grindelwald's lover," Harry corrected. "Gellert's lover is actually someone else—guess who?"

"Who is it?" Cassandra asked.

Veratia reached out her hand, hesitated several times as if she wanted to say something, and then dejectedly put it down.

never mind.

Forget about this family scandal. Even if Cassandra doesn't know now, she'll find out eventually.

Let Harry say it; the sooner the better.

"You know this person," Harry said cryptically, "and you even saw him a while ago—"

"I've seen her before?" Cassandra was stunned. "Could it be Professor McGonagall?"

Harry thought about it for a moment, but he couldn't help feeling that Professor McGonagall and Gellert were completely different kinds of people.

It is well known that cats and parrots don't get along, especially cockatoos.

Sulphur-crested cockatoos often like to bark like dogs to scare cats, or push cats off the bed while they're sleeping.

"How could that be?" Harry waved his hand. "If it's not Professor McGonagall, can you suggest someone else?"

"That's..." Cassandra looked up, deep in thought. "That's Professor Sprout?"

"No." Harry shook his head again.

"Professor Burbage?" Cassandra mentioned the Lady from the Muggle Studies.

"No." Harry shook his head again.

"It can't be Trelawney, can it?" Cassandra even gagged as she mentioned the name. "Oh,"

"Merlin's beard... surely Grindelwald's younger brother wouldn't have such bad taste as to fall for a garrulous Trelawney?"

Cassandra truly harbored an extreme grudge against Trelawney.

After all, Trelawney's great-grandmother Cassandra Trelawney, the Oracle, had once used very harsh words to mock her.

Therefore, she would rather side with Grindelwald than with Trelawney.

"No, forget about this person, I'll tell you anyway."

As Harry spoke, he glanced furtively at the doorway, and after confirming that no one was there, he whispered, "Guess what? That old flame of Gellert Grindelwald is none other than our Headmaster— "

Headmaster?

Cassandra gave her a "I knew it all along" look.

"Hmph!" Cassandra rolled her eyes at Harry. "You still say it's not Professor McGonagall? Are you doing this on purpose—"

"Not the Deputy Headmistress!" Harry sighed. "It's Dumbledore, Headmaster Dumbledore, Albus Dumbledore!"

Not the Deputy Headmistress? Is it Headmaster Dumbledore?

no?

Etc?!

What are you saying?!

Cassandra was stunned by Harry's answer.

Her pupils suddenly dilated and then rapidly contracted.

For a long time, he didn't come to his senses and just stood there in a daze.

She felt as if something had just struck her brain.

No, can you say it again?

Who is whose old flame?!

She tried to process this explosive news, but after a long time, she still found it hard to accept.

It's no wonder she was shocked. After all, as someone from a hundred years ago, especially a young lady who rarely left her home, this kind of fashion was still too novel for her. "What's wrong?" Harry asked with concern, waving his hand in front of her eyes.

"Wait!" she asked in shock. "You mean Headmaster Dumbledore? And Gellert Grindelwald?"

"Yes." Harry glanced at Veratia, who had closed her eyes sadly, and nodded to Cassandra.

"So, so, so, Dumbledore is Gellert Grindelwald's," Cassandra stammered, gesturing wildly with her hands.

"I regret to inform you that yes," Harry said with a shake of his head and a sigh.

He looked at Veratia again and found that she had covered her face.

Cassandra sat in the chair, her hands supporting her head, her eyes unfocused.

Her lips trembled, shocked by this unexpected path.

"Actually," Veratia finally spoke, "I think the most shocked person shouldn't be you, but me, Cass— "

"So—" Cassandra's eyes finally focused, and she looked up at Veratia: "Then—what do you think you should call Dumbledore?"

"Thanks, English." Veratia smiled faintly. "No need to clarify such complicated relationships; a simple 'brother-in-aw' suffices."

Cassandra said nothing, only gazing at Veratia with unwavering certainty.

She was now completely fed up with this woman. If she had a younger brother who had come out as gay, she would have wanted to kill him.

To everyone's surprise, Grindelwald actually reluctantly agreed.

"What else can I do but admit it?" Veratia sighed and sat down on the other side of Harry. "So many years have passed, and besides, they broke up a long time ago. Why should I be the bad guy?"

"That's true." Cassandra sighed, tilting her head to the side and patting her ear.

They tried to film the story that a lady shouldn't have heard.

Seeing Cassandra like this, Veratia couldn't help but smile.

"What era are we living in? This kind of thing—well, it's called a trend now, it's quite popular in the Muggle world," Veratia said with a smile. "Especially in Britain, this kind of—abnormal relationship is very common."

"Stop talking!" Cassandra gagged; she still couldn't accept it.

In fact, Harry also found it hard to accept.

"Stop!" Harry quickly interrupted. "Let's get down to business—like—what are your plans after this? Do you intend to continue working at the Ministry of Magic?"

"Hmm." Veratia nodded. "This job suits me better, and I really like it because it's relatively easy. Don't you want me to work at the Ministry of Magic?"

As she said this, Veratia leaned her head against Harry's chest, tilted her head, and stared intently at him.

This was a good opportunity, and Harry certainly wouldn't miss it.

He reached out and hugged Veratia's head, rubbing her hair with one hand.

"Hey! What are you doing!" Veratia asked, both amused and exasperated. She had thought Harry was going to say he didn't want her in the Ministry of Magic.

She never expected that someone would play such a trick on her.

However, Harry didn't answer. Instead, he said to Cassandra, "Cass, this is a good opportunity—I'll hug her, and you tickle her!"

Cassandra, of course, wouldn't miss this perfect opportunity to prank someone. She stood up, stepped forward, and placed her hand on Veratia's waist.

He tickled her really hard.

"Hey—hahaha—you two—"

Veratia laughed so hard she could hardly breathe, her face pressed tightly against Harry's chest, playfully hitting Harry shoulder.

Cassandra, however, showed no intention of stopping until she was exhausted, at which point she finally released Veratia.

The three of them had completely thrown things into chaos.

Cassandra lay panting on Veratia, Veratia sat on Harry's lap with her arms around Harry neck and her nose pressed against Harry neck, her warm breath tickling Harry skin.

Harry wasn't behaving himself; he had one arm around Cassandra and the other around Veratia's back.

This pose... it's so similar, it's so similar to a famous scene.

It seems I've arrived at the wrong time?

No! You've come at just the right time!

"Looks like I really need to teach you a lesson!"

Despite saying that, Veratia showed no intention of getting up and simply stayed nestled in Harry's arms.

Harry, however, was completely lost in thought and didn't hear what Veratia was saying at all.

"What are we having for dinner?" he asked.

Veratia was clearly surprised by Harry's answer. She paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Luchi and Garnett came here with me. If you don't mind, you can stay for dinner tonight."

"Or we could go out to eat together," Harry suggested. "You should think of it this way: Veratia —we're used to eating the same things at home, so now that we're camping, shouldn't we try some snacks from street vendors and have a change of pace?"

"Alright." Veratia readily accepted Harry's suggestion, then lazily nudged Cassandra with her elbow. "Cass, what do you think?"

"I'm fine with anything." Cassandra was still a little out of breath; she hadn't caught her breath yet.

Veratia struggled quite a bit just now, and her main job was to hold Veratia down and tickle her, which took a lot of her energy.

"Then it's settled. Ms. Rosier and I will ask for leave," Veratia said happily.

But she showed no intention of getting up. She even brought her nose close to Harry's neck and gently sniffed it. Occasionally, out of Cassandra's sight, she would stick out her little tongue and gently lick Harry's neck.

It must be admitted that the older sister is indeed very capable; at least Xiao Chunnan and Harry are filled with respect for her.

"Your wand."

As soon as Veratia finished speaking, her face turned red to her ears.

She was certainly aware of what it was, and silently pressed herself against Harry without saying a word.

Cassandra, unaware of what was going on, glanced at the two of them with a puzzled look.

Seeing that neither of them spoke, she didn't ask any further questions.

After a short while of tenderness, Veratia stood up from Harry's lap.

"I'll go ask Ms. Rosier for leave," she said.

Just as he turned to leave, Cassandra suddenly said, "You still need to ask for leave? As I just said—although I guessed wrong, I still know that Ms. Rosier is your brother Gellert Grindelwald's most loyal Dark Wizard —do you need her permission to go out?"

"She is the Minister for Magic, Cass."

Sunlight streamed through the tent's small window, illuminating half of Veratia's pretty face.

Half of her body was in the sunlight, while the other half was in the shadows.

"And I am just an ordinary employee who has just joined the Ministry of Magic, and also her secretary," she continued. "I cannot leave my post without the Minister for Magic's permission."

Cassandra wore a "who would believe that?" expression, completely disbelieving Veratia's nonsense.

Veratia didn't say anything more, turned around and left the room.