Would You Be My Girlfriend?

There's no time to dwell on why Lucius and Harry got along so well; their immediate priority is capturing the Dark Wizard who released the Dark Mark.

"I'll go take a look."

Veratia drew her wand Apparition away from where she stood.

Sirius, who had intended to stop him, stood there dumbfounded.

Are all kids these days so wild?

You can just Apparition places you've never been before? Did you develop this spell?

But upon further reflection, he calmed down, after all, Veratia was a legendary wizard from a hundred years ago.

However, to their surprise, Veratia, who they thought would quickly capture the Dark Wizard who released the Dark Mark, returned to the group without any results.

"Where is he?" Mr. Weasley asked anxiously.

"He got away." Veratia glanced at Harry, then said quickly, "He must have escaped using the Portkey. I have no way of tracing where he went."

"They're really cunning!" Mr. Weasley cursed.

"Alright, let's go home first." Sirius raised an eyebrow. He had some immature guesses in his mind, but he didn't say them out loud.

The carriage soon arrived at the open space, and they boarded it and returned to the Black family home.

Even after such a tense and exciting experience, the Weasley twins ' attention remained on the Quidditch World Cup.

For the two of them, neither the Dark Wizard attack nor the Dark Mark could compare to the excitement of the World Cup final.

The reason they were so excited was that they chose an unusual angle to bet and won a considerable prize.

"Mr. Bagman is absolutely thrilled," George chuckled. "I bet even that—yes, that upcoming event—can't stop Mr. Bagman from reminiscing about this absolutely spectacular World Cup finals."

"Yes, after all, he won money," Fred said with a chuckle.

It was during this safe moment that Mrs. Weasley finally noticed the brothers' conversation.

"Listen to me, you two!" she threatened menacingly. "If I find out either of you—I mean, whoever dares to gamble—I'll drown you both in the Black Lake! Do you hear me?!"

Threatened by their mother, the Twins exchanged a glance and both swallowed hard.

"Okay, neither of us will do that."

Ron had been thinking about whether to heat it up, but seeing his mother's expression, which definitely didn't seem like she was trying to scare him, he decided against it.

After all, the Twins brother's life was more important, and he had no doubt that his mother would twist their heads off once she found out what the two of them had done.

That's terrible, Mom.

"Don't worry, Molly," Mr. Weasley said, standing protectively by his two sons' side. "How could they be like that? I think it's getting late, and we should get some rest instead of wasting this precious time here. What do you think?"

"Yes, Daddy is right!" The Twins agreed with their father. After all, the more they said it, the more suspicious it seemed. What if their mother found out?

Fortunately, Percy doesn't know about this—well, speaking of which, where's Percy?

He also raised questions.

"Where's Percy?" Fred asked.

"Percy said he's going to see Mr. Crouch." At this point, Mr. Weasley became a little unhappy.

Mr. Crouch, Mr. Crouch —anyone who didn't know better might think Mr. Crouch was Percy's biological father.

"Forget it, let's ignore him," Mr. Weasley waved his hand and said, "Your most important thing right now is to get a good night's sleep and rest, understand?"

"Okay, Dad," the children said in unison.

Harry thought Veratia would go to rest with him, but Veratia said she had other things to do today.

"Be good." Veratia gave Harry a light kiss on the cheek. "I have something urgent to take care of."

"What is it?" Harry asked eagerly.

After thinking about it, Veratia finally decided not to hide it from him.

"I can tell you, but..."

Veratia paused for a moment after saying this.

"Will you believe me?" she asked.

"Of course," Harry said without hesitation.

Veratia smiled happily, reached out and ruffled Harry's hair, and said to him, "I didn't come away empty-handed in the woods. Just now... um, when someone cast the Dark Mark in the woods, do you remember?"

"Of course I remember," Harry said. "What did you discover?"

"Hmm..." Veratia said softly, "That House Elf's name is Winky— "

"Winky?" Harry remembered; it was the escaped House Elf.

"Do House Elf also use such evil magic?" he asked.

"No, it's not that much to do with her," Veratia said with a smile. "She's the House Elf of Crouch family, the Head of Department of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, the House Elf of Crouch family Barty Crouch."

"What does that have to do with the Dark Mark?" Harry asked, puzzled. "Could it be—could it be that Barty Crouch instructed him to do it?"

"No," Veratia said with a smile, "I don't know if any of this has anything to do with Old Barty Crouch, but I found a young man at the scene, and the House Elf named Winky called him 'Young Master' —I think maybe it's related to this young man—can you guess who he is?"

"Could it be..." Harry thought of a possibility, "Could it be Old Barty Crouch's son? That wouldn't be surprising... But wasn't Mr. Crouch a staunch opponent of Voldemort? How could he become Death Eater?"

"People change, Harry," Veratia said with a smile. "In any case, he's undeniably involved in this—but that's a good thing for us. Think about it... with a scandal like this, will he still be able to stay in the Department of International Magical Cooperation?"

"No..." Harry shook his head hesitantly.

"And don't you think that a hero like the Godfather, who endured so much humiliation, deserves a position as Head of Department as compensation for so many years of injustice?" Veratia's words were persuasive and persuasive.

"Of course!" Harry nodded immediately. "I think you're right. Someone like Old Barty is no longer fit to continue in the position of the Head of Department— "

Harry wasn't stupid; he certainly knew there was a loophole in Veratia's words.

However, he did not intend to oppose Veratia, since it would also be of great benefit to him.

First, the Godfather has access to the Ministry of Magic; second, he feels that Old Barty is also hostile towards Veratia, perhaps because of what happened with Gellert back then...

Finally, he also disliked Old Barty.

Harry is no longer that saint. After being taught by Septimus a hundred years ago, and given that Old Barty was not exactly innocent to begin with, Harry feels that he needs to be cleansed now.

"Thank you." Veratia leaned down and kissed Harry on the cheek.

"Why are you thanking me?" Harry asked, bewildered. "Shouldn't I be thanking you for running around for the Godfather..."

"He's not just your Godfather, Harry," Veratia whispered, brushing a stray hair behind her ear. "He's my Godfather too."

At this moment, Harry's emotional intelligence suddenly spiked.

He countered, "Logically speaking—that's true, Sirius is my wife's Godfather ... So, since you've said that, would you be my girlfriend?"

Veratia was stunned when she heard Harry's words.

She had been waiting for these words for over a hundred years.

She did not experience time travel, but waited for more than a hundred years on the portrait in the Map Chamber.

I've fantasized countless times about what the scene would be like when Harry confesses his feelings to her.

Perhaps it was amidst a sea of flowers, or in some other romantic atmosphere... but she never imagined that she would receive this confession in such an ordinary setting.

but...

There's nothing unacceptable about it; life is just ordinary.

Moreover, crossing a century of life and death to come to the future to chase after Harry is already spectacular enough.

The affection between them doesn't need anything else to enhance it.

After a while, Veratia came to her senses.

Her radiant smile illuminated the entire room.

"Of course," she said.

"Hmm..." Harry reached out and took Veratia's hand.

He intends to continue his efforts and tell the truth.

"To be honest, Veratia," he said, "I'm really torn, really torn—whether it's you, Cassandra, or Pabbie, they all gave everything for me, even abandoning their closest family members... Cassandra lost her loving father and brothers, Pabbie lost her loving sister, and you..."

"Oh, Gale doesn't love me," Veratia interrupted Harry's sentimentality. "Gale only loves Dumbledore— "

Veratia said this through gritted teeth—

"Yes, he loves Dumbledore." Harry lifted Veratia's hand and pressed it against his face. "But I also want to be honest with you—to be frank, it's really hard to choose between you two, really—choosing either one means giving up the other two, and that...that's really unfair to you two who have given so much."

"So, you've chosen me now and given up on the other two?" Veratia asked with a smile.

"No," Harry said earnestly, "I want to take responsibility and not let any of you down."

"So?" Veratia's eyes flashed with a dangerous light.

Even with this awareness, Veratia still couldn't resist the urge to kill something when she heard Harry say that.

Extinction of something.

As a transfer student at Hogwarts, she was fundamentally different from Voldemort.

Voldemort kills when he's unhappy, while Veratia is unhappy if she doesn't kill.

"So I want you all to be my girlfriends," Harry said seriously. "Of course, I can too..."

Before he could finish speaking, Harry suddenly knelt down on the ground.

That piercing, bone-deep feeling was pressing in on him from all directions.

"Cruciatus Curse!"

A scarlet light gleamed in Veratia's eyes.

However, just as Harry was thinking about Barbie Q, the Charms was suddenly lifted.

He felt only a moment of pain before the Charms vanished without a trace.

Veratia lowered her hand and sighed silently.

Even when she was angry, so angry that she wanted to give Harry a good beating, she couldn't bring herself to torment Harry.

Therefore, the Cruciatus Curse cannot be used.

This Charms cannot be used successfully without a strong desire to torment others.

Or rather, like Harry in his first year, he was consumed by immense pain and made a desperate transfer.

She reached out and took Harry's hand again.

"I'm sorry, I can't do it." She said with a bitter smile, "I thought I could be ruthless and punish you severely, but... but I really can't."

"Is that so?" Harry grinned smugly. "Is it that you can't do it, or that you don't want to?"

"I..."

Veratia opened her mouth.

It's a combination of both.

But she quickly recovered.

"Since the Charms didn't work, I'll punish you in another way!"

Her tone was dangerous, as if she wanted to devour Harry alive.

"What method?" Harry swallowed.

"Hmph." Veratia took Harry's hand, and the two walked into the room.

"By the way," Veratia turned around and asked, "You're not the second person to tell me about this, are you?"

"Oh, no." Harry quickly shook his head.

"Is that the third one?" A dangerous glint began to flash in Veratia's eyes.

"The first one," Harry explained readily and quickly. "I haven't told Cassandra yet, so of course I'll tell you first. After all, you're the most understanding and loving person towards me..."

"Really?" Veratia smirked smugly. "Even Lily can't compare to me?"

"No!" Harry said firmly, "You're not as good as my mother!"

Veratia:...

I'm so annoyed!

But losing to her mother-in-law and best friend didn't make her feel particularly upset.

"And what about Cassandra?" Veratia asked, arms crossed. "Good heavens, I remember in first grade, she even took off her old robe and gave it to you to wear, really... tsk tsk..."

"That's still not as good as you!" Harry's emotional intelligence was incredibly high this time. "Right now, you're the one who loves me the most in this world!"

Sirius: So love will disappear, right, Harry?

"Yes."

Veratia nodded as if she understood, and pushed Harry onto the bed.

"Then," she said with a wicked smile, "Let's finish what we were doing earlier..."

"Don't you have something else to say?" Harry asked tentatively. "About Mr. Crouch..."

"That's not urgent." Veratia leaned forward and straddled Harry. "Before that, I have something more important to do—this is something I absolutely cannot let Cassandra or Pabbie get there first... Alright, you just need to keep your eyes peeled and watch how your big sister punishes you, you little rascal!"