It Was Me First, It Was Obviously Me First!

There's a murderous aura about him!

Not only Harry, but Cassandra also clearly felt this.

Harry had every reason to suspect that Veratia had used her Prophecy abilities to foresee everything that was going to happen, which was why she left Austria and came to Hogwarts Castle to "catch them in the act."

Although he didn't know what the word meant, it was the word and scene that flashed through Harry's mind for a moment.

At that moment, he turned his pleading gaze to Cassandra.

Cass, say something!

Cassandra gave a slightly mocking look and glanced at Veratia, indicating that Harry should handle his own affairs.

At that moment, Harry realized that he had to bear this burden alone.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to say, "Oh, I'm in the abandoned classroom on the second floor, with Cass."

"Oh?" Veratia's phantom asked, feigning surprise, "Second floor? An abandoned classroom? Do you have something important to discuss?"

"Um."

Harry gritted his teeth and kicked, his gaze as resolute as if he were about to join the Party.

"I invited Cass to join me at the Christmas Ball."

After he finished speaking, he added another sentence.

"As a dance partner."

"I see." Veratia's gaze softened. "Hmm— Cass is indeed a good choice, but—as Gryffindor, would your professors and classmates really want you to invite a Slytherin as your dance partner?"

"Of course not," Harry said, patting his chest. "After all, I'm a champion representing Gryffindor, and besides—"

"And what?" Veratia asked with a smile.

"And Fred and George said something quite insightful," Harry changed the subject, "That a Slytherin woman could get pregnant with Gryffindor child..."

"Oh." Veratia nodded. "That is indeed a very ambitious goal. So, which classroom are you in? I'll come up and find you now."

When Veratia said this, her expression was incredibly gentle, as if she were whispering sweet nothings to Harry.

But Harry knew that the situation was dangerous, fucking dangerous. After saying that, Veratia hung up the phone.

Harry and Cassandra were left staring at each other in the classroom.

"What do we do?" Harry asked.

"What else can we do?" Cassandra sneered. "You got yourself into this mess, so you have to deal with it yourself —Merlin. I was just a friend attending the ball with you, your dance partner."

Why did Grindelwald, with his love-obsessed mind, have his eye on me? Alas (sigh) —

"Just friends?" Harry looked up and asked.

Damn it, you've made such a big fuss, making Austria's number one vinegar king —no, the Austro-Hungarian Empire's number one vinegar king —so jealous that you're now telling me we're just friends?

Didn't I suffer this anger for nothing?

"What else?" Cassandra looked at Harry mockingly. "What do you think our relationship should be? No way— Grindelwald is your girlfriend now, do you really think—."

Before he could finish speaking, Harry stood up, reached out and wrapped his arm around Cassandra's neck, pulling her down forcefully. Caught off guard, Cassandra was stunned by Harry's sudden attack.

It wasn't until their lips parted that Cassandra realized what had just happened.

"Potter!"

She yelled in embarrassment and anger, "What the hell are you doing to a lady like this?!"

"As you can see," Harry wiped his mouth and said with a mischievous grin, "Now, we're more than just friends, Cass— we're boyfriend and girlfriend, do you agree?"

"Heh." Cassandra narrowed her eyes. "And Grindelwald? What do you think your relationship is, right now—"

——

"She's my girlfriend too." Harry was utterly shameless.

No sooner had she finished speaking than Veratia's voice came from outside.

"Harry? Cass? Where are you?"

Harry shuddered upon hearing this.

Despite his words and jokes, Harry had the courage to say such things in front of Cassandra, but if he were to say them in front of Veratia, Harry felt that even if he were to take an Avada Kedavra right now or kiss Snape, he would not want to face Veratia's wrath.

He had heard everything Newt had gone through back then.

Gellert targeted Newt because Newt was Dumbledore's favorite student, repeatedly hunting him down and even leaving behind two famous quotes.

"Do you think Dumbledore would mourn for you?" And "What makes Albus Dumbledore?"

As Gellert's older sister, Veratia is similar to Gellert in some ways, especially in terms of jealousy.

Not only does it resemble it, but it could even be said to surpass it.

Harry was terrified she'd say, "Do you think Cassandra Malfoy would mourn for you?" and then unleash her signature Protego Gubraithian on him...

Although he wasn't afraid of the Charms, the castle couldn't withstand the woman's violent destruction.

Hogwarts Castle is too old to withstand such an event.

Just then, the door to one of the classrooms outside was suddenly opened with a "whoosh".

"Harry? Cass?"

Veratia's voice then rang out.

"Oh, not here."

The footsteps grew closer. Harry looked at Cassandra and mouthed silently, "Do something! Now!"

However, Cassandra showed no intention of running away. Her eyes burned with fierce fighting spirit, as if she couldn't wait to meet Veratia.

Harry was pondering a solution when the door was suddenly blasted open with a loud "bang," leaving a large hole.

Veratia clung to the edge of the doorway with both hands, sticking her little head out with a delighted expression.

"You'd better not say 'Here's Johnny,'" Harry said, rubbing his forehead.

"Oh," Veratia said, "Then ————— here's Vivi!"

After saying that, the poor door let out a yelp and fell to the ground.

"I'm sorry," Veratia seemed to be apologizing to the door. "I didn't expect you to be so flimsy. It's my fault."

Harry felt that Veratia's words were implying something, as if she was referring to him rather than the poor door.

After saying that, she walked up to Cassandra.

Cassandra also stood up straight, and the two stared at each other, neither willing to give way.

Harry wondered if it was just his imagination, but he felt like he was hearing the classic background music from America Western movies, the music of cowboys dueling one-on-one.

Veratia looked Cassandra up and down, her gaze finally settling on her flat chest.

"How pathetic, not even two ounces of meat, "Veratia thought disdainfully.

With a figure like that, can she even pull off a dress?

Unless some kind of expansion Charms helps her—... spits out

Cassandra was getting angry at being watched and having her weaknesses exposed.

It's just two extra ounces of meat! What's there to be so smug about?!

In the end, it was Harry broke the silence.

"What's wrong, Veratia?" He pretended not to know what had happened and looked up at Veratia. "Is there something important?"

"Oh, it's nothing," Veratia said with a slight smile. "I just missed you a bit, so I came to Hogwarts to visit you—... but I seem to have heard some very important news. I must say, I really have to commend your honesty."

"Ah, this," Harry said, brandishing his paws, "It's alright, Veratia. You know me—I never lie to you, right?"

Veratia's eyes were initially devoid of any smile, but after hearing Harry's words, a smile finally appeared in them.

"That's what I love most about you, Harry." Veratia reached out and ruffled Harry's hair. "You never lie to me, you're always so honest with me—."

"So," she asked again, "You've decided? You're inviting Cass to be your dance partner?"

"Of course." Harry nodded firmly, his expression even more resolute than when he stood on the Dragon Position.

"Since you insist," Veratia sighed softly, "Alright, I have some things to take care of. See you at Christmas—."

After saying that, she turned and left.

"Just like that?" Cassandra suddenly spoke, "Without even saying goodbye?"

"Let's at least eat together," Harry suddenly said. "Let's eat together, you, me, and Cass —the three of us—um, how about we go to that French restaurant in Diagon Alley?"

Cassandra pursed her lips tightly. She looked up at Veratia, who exuded the aura of an empress at all times, and a sudden surge of resentment rose in her heart.

What are you doing? That expression—

I was first, I was clearly first, okay?

Whether you met Harry, became Harry friend, or fell in love with that guy, why are you acting like the empress dowager?!

Veratia's expression reminded Cassandra of the stories she read as a child from the "Qing Dynasty," where it was normal for people to have multiple wives and concubines. Veratia's behavior just now undoubtedly reminded her of the woman named "Precious Hairpin Xue."

Her analogy isn't entirely wrong, since although the two personalities aren't very similar, there's one thing that Veratia and Sister Bao definitely have in common: they're both seemingly innocent but actually cunning.

"Okay." Veratia's brow relaxed, and she asked Harry, almost jokingly, "Should we invite Pabbie along?"

Is your name Pabbie?

Harry hesitated for a moment, and for a second he really wanted to agree.

However, considering the actual situation, Harry decided to temporarily relocate back.

"Pabbie's out of the question, she probably has something to do today," Harry said, scratching his head. "Let's just have the three of us together—we'll have a meal together and have a good chat."

"What are you going to talk about?" Veratia asked meaningfully.

"Let's talk about the past, and the future," Harry said. "There's so much to talk about, don't you think, Veratia?"

"Okay." Veratia gave Harry a deep look. "Then let's go get some food together—"

After receiving the approval of the Vinegar Spirit Miss Grindelwald, Harry looked at Cassandra.

"I have no objection," Cassandra said. "I also think that since Grindelwald has come to Hogwarts, we should let her have a meal before she leaves."

Since the decision was so pleasant—or at least Harry thought it was pleasant—the three of them left Hogwarts.

However, before leaving, Harry and Cassandra still informed their respective heads of the household.

When Cassandra reported to Professor Snape, Snape clearly looked like he had swallowed a fly.

"You're going to have dinner with Potter and Miss Grindelwald?" Snape's expression clearly showed he'd just kissed James Potter. "Well, but don't blame me for not warning you, Miss Malfoy, we don't allow students to stay overnight off-campus."

"It's just a meal, Professor," Cassandra said expressionlessly.

Snape had nothing more to say and could only agree to Cassandra's request.

When Harry and Professor McGonagall asked for leave, Professor McGonagall happily agreed.

Despite Professor McGonagall's overly serious and rigid demeanor, and Harry being a fourth-year student, he is now Professor McGonagall's darling. How could a professor refuse a small request from her darling?

Moreover, Harry must be up to something important.

Besides, she knew Miss Grindelwald's abilities; there was absolutely no danger for them going out together.

Of course, Professor McGonagall had no idea that a hundred years ago, the trio of them had scattered the ashes of the largest and second-largest evil forces in Britain.

It was completely cleaned up.

So, are you saying that the three of them are in danger?

Rather, the whole of Britain is in some danger.

While talking to Professor McGonagall, Harry went to the bathroom—and while Veratia and Cassandra weren't around, Harry dialed his Godfather's number.

"--That's basically it." Harry pushed up his glasses. "Sirius, what do you think I should do in this situation?"

"What's going on with you right now?"

Sirius's phantom had a "Are you kidding me?" look on its face, but since the person in front of it was its godson, it still had to bite the bullet and go up to help.

"It's hard to say," he said, "But I think it's a good thing that you were honest. Although the timing wasn't right, it's still much better than her finding out."

"Why is the timing wrong?" Harry asked.

"Because you should have confessed to Miss Grindelwald before she arrived at Hogwarts and before she made that call, instead of being passive!" The Godfather looked at him with exasperation. "A woman like Miss Grindelwald, if she really cared about Miss Malfoy's existence, would have disposed of her long ago. — She doesn't care about Miss Malfoy, she cares about your attitude—"

Harry seemed to understand.

"Women," the Godfather continued, "Are not really reasonable; what they need most is your attitude—."

"Then what do you say," Harry suddenly said, "That I confessed to Veratia and Cass during dinner today that I want them both to be my girlfriends, what do you think?"

Sirius suddenly fell silent.

For no other reason than the courage to raise a child.

"But I heard a fat man, and he seemed to be singing," Sirius said, putting a hand to his ear and looking up at the sky. "It sounded like Italian, a passage from the 'Courtesan'."