Cass

Harry has always had a good attitude. As the saying goes, there's always a way out, and things will work themselves out. This is not something he should be thinking about right now, so he shouldn't dwell on it.

That night, lying in bed, he was still wondering where Voldemort might have gone.

Although he has a good attitude, he is also quite vengeful.

Where will they go?

Thinking this, Harry's eyelids began to droop.

When he opened his eyes, he found that Veratia was already lying next to him.

He reached out and nudged Veratia, but Veratia was still a little sleepy.

Pushed like that, she whimpered and said in a soft, sweet voice, "Stop it, Harry... let me rest a bit..."

It's clear she's really tired.

I haven't had a proper rest for so many days, I've been focusing all my energy on government affairs, so I really deserve to relax a bit.

He yawned and went to the washroom to wash up.

After coming out, he glanced at Veratia, who was still lying in bed catching up on sleep, and left the room.

"Hey." Sirius happened to be passing by and, seeing Harry, asked with a grin, "Why are you up so early today? I don't think you've ever gotten up before 6:30."

"Not sleepy." Harry scratched the back of his head. "I slept well last night and also slept for a while in the car, so I'm definitely not sleepy now."

Sirius glanced at Harry, thinking to himself, "You're sleeping so soundly on Cassandra's lap, you really don't look sleepy."

"Then let's get breakfast ready." He patted Harry on the shoulder. "Go wake them up, and also..."

"Let's not call her," Harry said softly. "Veratia came over sometime ago; she's catching up on sleep right now."

"Oh." Sirius nodded, smoothly changing his tune, "No rush, we can postpone breakfast by an hour—by the way, are you planning to go to the beach today? Or where would you like to go?"

"I don't know," Harry said, shrugging. "There must be lots of fun things to do on the beach, right? I saw some people surfing. Maybe I can go with Cassandra and see what happens."

He was actually quite interested; he had never tried surfing before.

As a Quidditch player, I've experienced flying at high speed through the sky, but I've never experienced the feeling of riding the waves at sea.

Soon, everyone got up, but Veratia was still missing.

"Let's eat first," Harry said. "She'll probably sleep for a while. She looks pretty tired; she must have been very busy at the Ministry of Magic lately."

After breakfast, everyone discussed it and felt that there was no need for everyone to eat together. They could simply choose a restaurant together based on what they wanted to eat.

However, this only applies to the Muggle Family. Traditional wizarding families like the Weasley family and Malfoy family are not good at dealing with Muggle, so it's best to stick with the main group.

However, the Weasley family and Granger's house have a good relationship, and they can look out for each other when they eat together, so Sirius doesn't need to worry about it.

The Malfoy family went to dinner with Sirius, but judging from Lucius's expression, he was actually quite interested in Mr. Granger's various whimsical ideas.

It wasn't until noon that Veratia finally got out of bed.

She looked extremely tired; her usually Winky blonde hair had turned a dull, white color, plastered to her face, and had lost its luster.

"What's wrong with you?" Harry asked in surprise.

"So tired—" Veratia whined, opening her arms wide, "I want a hug—"

Harry stepped forward and opened his arms to hug Veratia.

She's quite substantial, and it feels really good to hug a well-proportioned, mature woman.

Smelling Veratia's fragrance, Harry felt as if he were embracing the whole world.

Thinking about it, there really isn't a problem. After all, Veratia is now the Minister of Greater German Ministry of Magic, a figure whose every move shakes the world.

Don't underestimate the power of the Wizarding World!

"What's wrong with you?" Harry had never seen Veratia look like this before. To be honest, it wasn't a bad feeling; he actually quite liked it.

"I'm so tired," Veratia said in a muffled voice.

In Harry's sight, Veratia's white hair almost instantly turned back to its Winky color, which was quite beautiful.

He reached out and placed his hand on Veratia's slightly curly hair; the touch was as smooth as the most expensive silk in the world.

"Is everything settled? The matters at the Ministry of Magic?" Harry asked in a low voice.

"Yes, I've taken care of everything that needed to be done. You can leave the rest to Miss Farley," Veratia said sweetly.

Miss Farley, who was organizing documents in Vienna, suddenly sneezed.

Something's not right.

Why am I sneezing in the summer?

Miss Farley tightened her clothes; it was truly bizarre, in this weather.

"So, you can come on vacation with us too?" Harry asked with a smile.

"Of course." Veratia gave him a pair of very pretty white-eyed fruits. "Here, this is a gift I brought for you. Take a look and see if it suits you."

She pulled out a formal suit from somewhere and handed it to Harry.

Harry took the suit, looked it over, and said to Veratia, "Wait a minute, I'm going to the restroom to change—"

Before he could even step out, Veratia grabbed him.

"Wait!" Veratia rolled her eyes cutely. "It's not like I haven't seen this before, what are you shy about? I'm not shy at all—just change right here!"

"Isn't this a bit inappropriate?" Harry asked, scratching his head.

"There's nothing wrong with it, let's change it." Veratia sat in the chair, crossing her legs high.

"Alright."

Harry thought that made sense; the girls weren't shy, so why should he, a grown man, be shy?

He took off his clothes and put on his formal attire.

When he turned around, he saw that Veratia's eyes had lit up.

"He truly is my boy!" Veratia walked over with a smile and gave him another big hug.

Then she tilted her head back and gave Harry a light kiss on the lips.

Yes, Harry has grown up now and is a head taller than Veratia.

That adorable height difference in the opposite direction is no longer the case.

Aroused, Harry lowered his hands and lifted Veratia's legs, pinning her against the wall.

"Oh~" Veratia gave a sly smile. "Looks like you can't wait, my Harry —so, are you going to let me eat first, or let me eat...?"

Before he could finish speaking, there was a knock on the door.

"Harry".

It's Cassandra.

"Or," Veratia leaned down and whispered in Harry's ear, "I'll tie Cassandra up and let her watch how I eat you?"

"This... this is..."

You know what, even though Harry instinctively felt it was inappropriate, he was actually quite excited.

Don't even mention it, this is too exciting!

"What is this?" Veratia lowered her head and gently bit Harry's earlobe.

Harry shuddered and quickly released the Great Goblin.

No, no.

He took two deep breaths; he couldn't do it like that.

Harry reached the door, opened it, and sure enough, Cassandra was standing outside.

She was wearing all black today, with a long skirt that went past her knees and a pair of small leather boots.

As wizards, especially those with high magical power, they don't care much about temperature, since magic can compensate for any discomfort caused by temperature.

"Looks like you have guests?" Cassandra's lips curled up, her eyes clearly lighting up.

"Uh, it's Veratia," Harry said. "She must have arrived last night, right? I don't know, but when I woke up this morning, she was already sleeping next to me."

"Oh." Cassandra nodded, drawing out her words with a meaningful "oh." "Looks like I've come at the wrong time, Harry?"

"No, you've come at just the right time." Harry reached out and took Cassandra's small hand. "Come in, let's have a chat... It's been so long since we've sat down together and had a proper talk like this."

"Is that so?" Cassandra crossed her arms and snorted. "Since you've put it that way, then I'll reluctantly come in and have a chat with you—"

After entering the house, Cassandra was still commenting. "It seems your Ms. Grindelwald —please allow me to call her that, after all, she's the Minister for Magic now, quite the catch—still loves you very much. Look, she even bought you clothes."

This statement is by no means sarcastic; at least, that's what Cassandra thinks.

"Yes," Veratia said with a smile from the inner room, "At least I won't give Harry my secondhand clothes, right, Harry?"

Harry suddenly realized that letting Cassandra in was a mistake; the two women started exchanging sarcastic remarks and verbal jabs the moment they met...

No, this is driving me crazy.

Upon hearing Veratia's words, Cassandra's face immediately fell.

Yes, I'll dress Harry in his old clothes, so what?

"Hey," Harry said, tugging at Cassandra's clothes, "I was actually really grateful to Cassandra back then. If she hadn't given me clothes, I probably wouldn't have any to wear. You know, a hundred years ago, I was practically all alone..."

"Yes," Veratia said, resting her chin on her hand, "Of course I know that story—look, your dear Cass not only gave you clothes, but also used her father's position on the school board member to get you a lot of financial aid, didn't she?"

"So what if that's the case?" Cassandra scoffed, arms crossed. "Unlike some people whose Princess crown are hanging in trees and Harry has to go and get them for them—don't you think?"

Veratia still had a smiling expression, "Oh right, I've never had a chance to thank Miss Malfoy for speaking up for me back then..."

"So this is how you thank me?" Cassandra's expression suddenly darkened.

It's fine if we don't mention it, but if we do, she gets so angry she trembles.

No, is this how you thank me?

I kindly spoke up for you, stood up for you, and what did you do in return? Is your friendship like a plastic flower? So fake, but it never fades?

You rascal! Not only do you not appreciate your sister's feelings for you, but you also have your eye on her pet Pigwidgeon. You even traveled all the way from Britain to study in a foreign land just to steal that Pigwidgeon away...

That's absolutely awful!

"I can also thank you in another way."

As Veratia spoke, she stood up and walked to Cassandra's side.

She stretched out one arm and pressed it against the wall behind Cassandra, striking a very standard wall-slamming pose.

"So?" Veratia asked with a smile, "You... would you like me to express my gratitude to you?"

"What, what are you going to do?" Cassandra was clearly struggling to cope.

No, you woman, just talk, what's with standing so close? (Eek...)

Veratia leaned close to Cassandra's ear and blew air into it.

Cassandra felt herself go limp, like a noodle, and almost couldn't stand up straight.

"Alright, alright, stop bullying Cass." Harry quickly stepped forward, reached out and hugged Cassandra, helping her to sit down to the side.

He turned his head, looking at Veratia's smug face with a wry smile, "Tell me about yourself..."

"What did I do wrong?" Veratia asked with a smile. "Did I do something wrong? I was just expressing my gratitude to Cass..."

Harry has figured it out: Veratia is a completely wicked woman.

Cassandra sat on the sofa without saying a word, her small hands gripping Harry's arm tightly, her eyes practically spitting fire when she looked at Veratia.

This woman is utterly shameless!

She thought viciously to herself.

"How about we go get some food?" Harry suggested, noticing the slightly awkward atmosphere. "What do you guys think? I heard yesterday that a restaurant makes really good Pabbie. Remember that Maupassant novel you showed me? I still remember the scene on Uncle Ubu ' ship where the ladies were eating oysters."

Sure enough, Harry's interruption made Cassandra stop Veratia's overstepping actions.

"Oh, I remember." Cassandra nodded. "I think I mentioned to you that a proper pure-blood wizard should also have literary knowledge, so I recommended some novels to you—of course, Maupassant is one of my favorite authors."

"I've met Leo Thor," Veratia blurted out abruptly.

Cassandra's face fell again.

"Who asked you!"

"Oh, I'm just stating a fact," Veratia said with a smile. "Besides Thor, I've met quite a few literary figures... You know, my aunt's family has a bit of influence in the Muggle World, not just literary figures, but also many musical masters."

She certainly had reason to feel superior, after all, Vienna was the world's art center in the 19th century.

(End of this chapter)