Cassandra 2.0 Plus

Harry's shamelessness once again refreshed Cassandra's impression of him.

Shower together?

How could he say that?!

How shameless!

She knew, of course, that Harry wasn't joking, even though he was grinning, even though he was lecherous, and even though he was still playing with the Triwizard Tournament's Golden Egg. But, compensation—

To be honest, she did intend to prepare Christmas present for Harry, and had even prepared one a long time ago.

Even this Christmas present is...

Unfortunately, Veratia's arrival made her suddenly not want to send him off anymore.

But she forgot one thing: if Harry didn't receive Christmas present, she would definitely make him compensate her.

Now is the time for Harry to demand compensation.

"Say something!" Harry was still tossing the Golden Egg. "I spent the whole day in Diagon Alley picking out Christmas present for you—and you've forgotten the most important thing."

At this point, Harry suddenly put down the Golden Egg, and his tone became heavy.

"Or is it that I'm not important to you, Miss Malfoy?"

"No!"

Cassandra instinctively denied it loudly.

"Really?" Harry's brain was overclocked, entering high-powered CPU mode. "But I feel like you don't care. Cass, you forgot my Christmas present, and you don't care about me either. That really hurts me."

"No, I didn't!" Cassandra protested.

She was already feeling guilty and ashamed about the matter, and Harry's rebuke only deepened her guilt.

"Yeah?"

Harry smiled, put the Golden Egg back into his wallet, stood up and said, "Let's leave it at that—let's go back to school, what do you say? I still need to solve the puzzle of the Golden Egg later."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the door.

However, when they reached the door, they found Cassandra still sitting there, seemingly struggling with her inner turmoil.

Harry ignored her and went straight back to school. After tidying up a bit, he video-called Veratia again.

"So you tried it my way?" Veratia smiled mischievously.

"We tried," Harry said, shrugging. "Cassandra didn't seem very happy—I think we went a bit too far? Did we hurt her a little?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Harry had a sudden realization and felt a chill run down his spine.

He looked down and suddenly felt something brush past his forehead and hit the wall behind him.

"Not bad skills." Veratia snorted.

"Haha." Harry chuckled dryly. "It's all thanks to the Bludger —if you don't have that kind of agility, you shouldn't be playing Quidditch."

Veratia crossed her arms and smiled, continuing, "Don't worry, it's only this much, it won't hurt your little sweetheart—here's what we'll do, you listen to me, go straight back to the Black family home today, don't tell her. We can bet she'll definitely be at the Black family home tonight, do you believe me?"

"I'm a little skeptical." Harry sniffed. "Maybe I should go back and comfort her. I just don't feel right doing this. You see —Cassandra, um—"

"I'm telling you, Harry," Veratia sighed, "You can't just keep pandering to a woman like Cass. You need to make her realize the seriousness of the situation, understand?"

"I don't understand." Harry rubbed his nose.

"You're hopeless," Veratia rolled her eyes. "Don't you even trust me anymore?"

Harry thought to himself, "It's precisely because I trust you that I don't dare to do that."

Who knows what mischief you're harboring?

But ultimately, that's not the right way to put it. After all, he's already hurt Cassandra, and if he hurts Veratia too...

You can't just huddle in a corner with Pabbie and cry, can you?

"Alright, I believe you," Harry had no choice but to say. "Then I'll head straight back to Black family home later, just in time to unlock the secret of the Golden Egg."

"That's my boy!" Veratia praised. "Trust me, just do as I say..."

"Ms. Grindelwald, here are some documents for you to sign."

Miss Farley's voice rang out from the side.

"Okay, I'm hanging up now," Veratia said. "I'll be waiting for your good news of victory, okay?"

"Okay." Harry waved goodbye to Veratia.

After hanging up the phone, he thought it over and over, and finally decided to just follow Veratia's suggestion.

But before leaving, a hesitant Harry dialed Sirius's number.

He always felt that it would be more reliable to ask the Godfather.

Of course, it's not that I don't trust Veratia; these kinds of things still require considering opinions from multiple perspectives, especially from someone like the Godfather, a master at picking up girls.

After a while, Sirius answered the phone.

"Harry?"

Sirius looked a little tired, but his eyes were still bright and piercing, like stars in the night. "Did you receive your Christmas present? Oh yes, that multi-functional gadget—if Miss Grindelwald ties you up again, I think you'll need it."

"What is all this?" Harry said, his face darkening. "Veratia never intended to tie me up. That day was just an accident—just an accident, you know?"

"Oh, I understand," Sirius said with a chuckle. "But do you really believe that yourself? Professor Dumbledore told me about that Star Moon Pajamas. Who do you think Miss Grindelwald prepared that nightgown for?"

Could it be Gellert Grindelwald? No way! Really?

It's clear that Sirius is quite adept at being sarcastic and sarcastic.

Moreover, Sirius clearly treats his godson as his friend James, just as he used to treat Harry with the same ambiguity he showed towards James.

"No," Harry said, his face flushing red. He decided to change the subject.

So he recounted in detail what had just happened to Sirius, including Veratia's advice.

To everyone's surprise, after hearing Harry's story, Sirius didn't say anything, he just kept drinking what looked like whiskey.

There were several stones in the glass, clearly making it "whiskey on the rocks".

In the past, Scotland did not have ice. So when people wanted to drink chilled whisky, they would take some rocks that had been frozen by snow on the mountaintops from the riverbed and put them into the whisky to achieve a chilling effect.

The Wizarding World has well preserved this tradition, and many wizarding bars offer this authentic chilled whiskey.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked tentatively. "Did I do something wrong?"

Sirius thought to himself, "You're not only wrong, you shouldn't have trusted women, especially Miss Grindelwald, in this matter."

She's treating Cassandra like she's France!

To be fair, if we disregard the extent of Cassandra's psychological trauma, it did have some effect.

"Things are what they are, and I don't have any better advice." Sirius sighed and said to Harry, "My advice is to continue with Miss Grindelwald's plan—but I hope you can comfort Miss Malfoy after she backs down, understand?"

"Yes, I understand, Godfather," Harry nodded quickly.

"Okay," Sirius said, "If there's nothing else, I'll hang up now."

"Wait a minute," Harry said. "Do you have any other good advice? Like, advice about Cassandra. I know you've always been very authoritative on women, so could you share some life experience with me?"

"My experience is..." Sirius's face scrunched up for a while before he finally said helplessly, "Sorry, Harry —I've never met a woman like this before, so I can't give you any constructive advice. If possible, try to be direct with her; she won't be able to handle that.—Okay, goodbye."

After hanging up the phone, Harry stared blankly for a while.

Alright, since the Godfather has said so.

He quickly packed his belongings in the dormitory, took Hedwig with him, and left the dormitory.

As Harry passed by the door, he saw Ron laughing and joking with Hermione.

These two are practically floating on pink bubbles, they look incredibly saccharine.

Ron stopped his playful antics when he noticed Harry carrying Hedwig on his shoulder.

"What are you doing, Harry?"

"I'm going back to Black family home; I have some things to take care of," Harry said to them with a smile. "Don't worry about me, you two carry on—I didn't see anything."

Hermione then belatedly screamed and turned to run back to her dorm room.

Harry patted Ron on the shoulder, gave him a knowing smile, and left the Gryffindor Common Room.

After standing there stunned for a while, Ron belatedly realized that something was wrong.

No, what kind of smile is that? What do you know?!

However, Harry had long since disappeared from Hogwarts Castle and had now arrived at Black family home.

The instant he appeared, Kritcher's voice, like the croaking of a bullfrog, rang out at the same time.

"Old Kritcher welcomes the distinguished Young Master Potter!"

It's clear that Kritcher genuinely likes Harry; otherwise, he wouldn't have spoken so forcefully, even startling Harry.

"Oh, Kritcher." Harry patted his chest, wiped the sweat from his brow, and said, "Could you please not do it so suddenly next time? I thought I was hearing thunder—"

"I'm so sorry for the trouble I've caused you, old Kritcher." Kritcher's back was even more hunched, but he didn't seem to Dobby a penchant for punishing himself.

Or perhaps he only punishes himself when Young Master Regulus is mentioned.

That's what Harry thinks, anyway.

Harry was quite pleased to see him in this state of mind, so he said, "It's okay, it's nothing, just be more careful next time."

"So, what brings the esteemed Young Master Potter back to the Black family home?" old Kritcher asked, still holding Regulus's hand.

Regulus, on the other hand, was rather comical. He kept trying to bite old Kritcher, but the latter always managed to dodge him at a very strange angle.

"It's nothing serious," Harry said, scratching his head. "Run me some water later, I'm planning to take a bath. Is the Black family home's bathroom still usable? I mean, the main bathroom."

"It's fine, Your Excellency Young Master Potter," Kritcher said, his back hunched. "Old Kritcher is honored to serve you."

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Having said that, he took Regulus's hand and was about to leave.

"Um," Harry held up one finger, "Could you please leave Uncle Regulus a little further away when you're cleaning the bathroom?"

Kritcher understood Harry's meaning and said, "Don't worry, Young Master Potter, old Kritcher will put Young Master Regulus in a safe place."

Having said that, he took Regulus's hand and left.

Harry stretched and climbed the steps toward his bedroom.

Now that we're home, we should change our clothes.

After he returned to his bedroom and changed into his bathrobe, Kritcher appeared at his bedroom door.

"Your Excellency Young Master Potter, the bathroom is ready."

"Okay, I'll be there in a bit," Harry called out. "I'm going to take a nap first—"

He was indeed a bit sleepy. He had spent the whole night chatting with Ron and the others, and around midnight, Seamus and Neville insisted on showing him the new features of his phone.

So he started a Civilization—

Lying in bed, Harry fell asleep without any difficulty.

When Harry opened his eyes again, he suddenly found that there was another person in front of him.

It was Cassandra, who had no expression.

"Hey, Cass?" Harry sat up and looked Cassandra up and down as she sat on the edge of the bed.

It's clear she genuinely wanted to make amends to Harry, especially since she was dressed as a Maid Outfit.

Harry's eyes were not so honest; he looked down and saw a pair of small feet covered in White Silk Stockings peeking out from under the long dress.

Traditional British Maid Outfit have relatively long skirts, unlike the kind of Maid Outfit that resemble sex toys like those worn by Liben.

Cassandra held her head high, still with that arrogant demeanor.

But paired with this Maid Outfit, it somewhat resembles the disgraced image of a fallen noblewoman. avi.

"You're awake?" Cassandra scoffed. "I thought you were going to sleep until tomorrow."

"Why sleep so much before death? You'll have plenty of time to sleep after you die." Harry yawned. "What time is it, Cass?"

Cassandra pulled Pocket Watch from her bosom and glanced at it. "8:15."

"Oh, that's time for dinner," Harry said, sitting up. "Let Kritcher prepare dinner; after dinner, I need to solve the mystery of the Golden Egg."

At this point, he deliberately asked, "What are you doing at Black family home? And why are you wearing those clothes?"

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