A Different Kind of Shura Field

"Really?" Cassandra's expression softened, but her words remained sharp. "Then I should thank you for your concern, right?"

This arrogant jerk, would it kill him to speak normally?

Oh, he might not die, but he'll go mad.

Veratia smiled faintly and said, "Even if you don't thank me, I won't blame you for it, Cass."

"Hmph." Cassandra gave a haughty snort and continued to struggle with the oyster in front of her.

"Actually, oysters are best eaten on a ship," Pabbie said, shaking his head. "Remember what Maupassant wrote? Ever since Harry told me about that piece, I've read it myself, and it certainly makes your mouth water—I should say, the part that impressed me most after reading it was the oysters."

"It's not much different from being on a ship," Veratia said with a laugh. "Although this is land, it's still an island, and the beach is just a few hundred meters away..."

"No, it's the atmosphere that matters." Pabbie raised her two little fists. "Let's become pirates, everyone! Let's all become pirates and sail the Atlantic Ocean..."

She was humming an unknown tune and singing a made-up song, and she didn't seem to be very intelligent.

"I knew it! Your rabbit is sucking all your nutrients!" Cassandra thought viciously to herself as she dipped a baguette into the cream of mushroom soup.

This damn Pabbie, why is it so big!

Even Veratia couldn't help but feel a little jealous.

Of course, Harry was just envious.

He felt that at least in the future, Pabbie's son wouldn't have to worry about whether he had enough to eat.

Unlike Cassandra, if the two of them sleep with the child between them, and the child wakes up hungry in the middle of the night, touches the left side, and thinks, "Hmm, it's Daddy"; then touches the right side—"Eh?! Why is it still Daddy?"

Whoever becomes Cassandra's child will have a life of their own.

"You still want to be a pirate?" Cassandra looked Pabbie up and down.

Pabbie a little hesitant to retort, but when she saw Veratia give her a meaningful look, she suddenly understood.

Yeah, I have Veratia backing me up, what am I afraid of!

So, she immediately stood up straight.

"Why can't I be a pirate! I want to sail freely on the seas!"

"Boring." Cassandra picked up her wine glass and took a sip of the red wine.

She picked up a napkin and dabbed her red lips, then asked, "And you, Pabbie? What are you planning to do after graduation? You haven't discussed this with anyone yet."

"Me?" Pabbie a moment, then said with a smile, "I plan to become a Care of Magical Creatures, just like my nephew, oh—like Newt."

Yes, that is, freelancing, in very common terms.

However, Newt's expertise in Care of Magical Creatures is indeed very useful; for example, his book, "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them," is one of the best-selling books in the British wizarding world.

In this country, almost every wizarding household owns a copy of * Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them*. Muggle also have the opportunity to figure out things like: where do Quintaped live, what do Puffskein eat, and why it's best not to leave milk outside for Bundimun.

Newt also made significant contributions to the Magical World. In 1947, he almost single-handedly established the Werewolf Registry. However, he said he was most proud of the ban on Prohibition of Feeding for Experimental Purposes was passed in 1965.

This ban effectively curbed the proliferation of new, untamed animals within Britain.

Mr. Scamander worked at the Dragon Research and Regulation Bureau and had many opportunities to travel to distant lands.

During this time, he collected a great deal of information for his world-renowned bestseller, "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them," which is now in its fifty-second edition.

In 1979, Newt Scamander was awarded the title of Order of Merlin, Second Class for his contributions to the study of Magical Creatures, or Magizoology.

So, even though being Care of Magical Creatures sounds like a rather leisurely job, and it actually is, no one would call Newt Scamander a lazy bum.

"What a grand ambition! This is the first time I've heard of an aunt's ambition to be like her nephew's," Cassandra said sarcastically without holding back.

"Yes, it's a pity that someone's nephew isn't outstanding," Pabbie retorted with a smile. "And her grand-nephew is even worse, like Fire Dragon giving birth to Niffler, each litter worse than the last—"

Cassandra took a deep breath.

She suddenly had an impulse to teleport back to the hotel and use Charms to blow the Malfoy family of three into the air one by one!

How can the Malfoy family possibly function properly when surrounded by such insects and their offspring?

"Oh, right," Veratia interjected, interrupting Cassandra's anger, "I haven't asked yet, since you can't be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, then... what do you plan to do, Cass?"

"I haven't decided yet," Cassandra said somewhat irritably. "I don't know what I should do, what I'm suited to do... It seems that ever since I left the environment of a hundred years ago, I feel out of place in this world..."

"There's always something new to try, Cass," Veratia comforted her. "Even if that familiar world is gone, we still have each other."

Cassandra glanced at Veratia in surprise, seemingly not expecting her to say such comforting words.

You should know that Veratia never comforts anyone other than Harry.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Veratia asked with a slight smile. "Is there something dirty on my face?"

As she spoke, she used Charms to create a mirror in front of her. After carefully observing it and finding no flaws, she removed the Charms.

"No," Cassandra shook her head and laughed, "I just didn't expect that the woman I've always considered my mortal enemy would comfort me... Ha..."

"Ha." Veratia shook her head and said, "I still stand by what I said, Cass —we only have each other now."

"Yes." Cassandra stared blankly at the knife and fork in front of her, and after a long while, she said softly, "We only have each other left..."

Having come to this world from a hundred years ago, I am no longer in that familiar environment, and all the people I knew in the past have passed away.

It was only within Hogwarts that Cassandra could comfort herself, believing that everything was the same as before.

But graduating from Hogwarts abruptly shattered the illusion she had created for herself, like a bubble bursting, and she had to face the reality.

She has truly lost everything.

Harry sighed, carried a chair to Cassandra's side, and reached out to hug her.

Cassandra hugged Harry tightly, sobbing silently in his arms.

This crying made Veratia and Pabbie a little sad.

I was planning to go out and have some fun, but now my mood is completely ruined.

However, just as Veratia was about to say something to comfort Cassandra, she noticed that Cassandra suddenly and quietly lifted half of her head off Harry's shoulder.

There was no sign of redness or swelling in their eyes, nor any trace of crying; their eyes were filled with smugness.

Hmph, Grindelwald...

Aren't you angry?

Veratia never expected that Cassandra would be so naive.

You, the sixth brother, I'm truly speechless!

From Harry's perspective, he couldn't see what Cassandra was doing at all. He actually felt quite sorry for the girl, as he was rubbing her back with one hand.

I must say, the feel is really not bad.

From an angle Harry couldn't see, Cassandra stuck her tongue out at Veratia again.

Slightly!

Veratia took a deep breath, reminding herself not to get angry.

But to her surprise, Cassandra's eyes suddenly reddened and mist began to well up with tears.

She lowered her head again, and her sobs gradually grew louder.

"Harry..." she looked up, her voice sweet.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked with concern, his heart aching.

"I feel so bad..." Cassandra, tears streaming down her face. "I want a kiss..."

No, sis?

Aren't you a tsundere?

Where is your pride?

Where did they go?

Now all that's left is Jiao, right?

"Okay, okay, kiss you." Harry unconsciously adopted a coaxing tone towards his little sister, giving Cassandra a kiss on the cheek. "Don't be sad, okay? We'll go play on the beach later—"

"Hmm!" Cassandra nodded emphatically, then glanced back and, under Veratia's expectant gaze, asked, "Then, can I not sleep with that that Grindelwald woman tonight?"

"Okay, okay, I won't sleep." Harry could only comfort her, then turned back and gave Veratia an apologetic look.

Look, the child is like this, I can't just not comfort him, right?

Unexpectedly, Veratia crossed her arms and turned her head away decisively.

I'm angry too!

The kind of person who needs Harry to coax them to get better!

Harry's head suddenly felt bigger than twice its size.

What should be done in this situation?

I need help urgently.

He wished he could call his Godfather right now and ask what to do in this situation.

What kind of Shura field is this? I've never seen anything like it before!

Sirius: I don't know either. I've never played such high-level games as you... well, I've never played like this before.

This is indeed a blind spot in the Godfather's knowledge.

"Then, you want to come too?" Harry reluctantly let go of one hand.

Veratia raised her head in satisfaction and hummed. She stood up, and the stool behind her seemed to come alive, following her like a soldier.

She sat down next to Harry, nestled into Harry lap, and nudged Cassandra with her shoulder.

Okay, okay, is this how you play it?

"Grindelwald!" Cassandra gritted her teeth and called out Veratia's name.

"What's wrong?" Veratia asked, looking as if she had everything under control.

Cassandra remained silent, only continuing to elbow him.

"Look at her..." Veratia didn't retaliate, but instead complained to Harry in a sweet voice.

"Okay, okay, no fighting, no fighting..." Harry quickly grabbed Cassandra, feeling really good having a beautiful woman in his arms. "We're best friends, the best friends in the world, how can we fight?"

"Who says she's good friends with someone!" the two beauties retorted in unison.

Then, realizing they had said the same thing, they exchanged a glance, then turned their heads away together, scoffing.

"Sigh," Harry sighed helplessly.

Why do these two older sisters seem to be becoming more and more childish?

"What about me? What about me?" Pabbie chimed in, running up behind Harry and asking, "What am I supposed to do? Ah! I don't have room! Ugh! I feel like I'm superfluous!"

"How could that be?" Harry was utterly exhausted. "How could you be superfluous? Don't worry, Pabbie, I..."

"I don't care!" Pabbie snorted, pressing down on Harry's head like a mountain. "Fine, that's settled then!"

Harry felt two extremely heavy things suddenly press down on his head, almost crushing his neck.

No, sister?

Are you that intimidating?

What do you mean by "the Alps Pressing Top"...?

"Alright, alright, you three..." Harry was really feeling overwhelmed by the three women. "If we're finished eating, let's hurry up and go—didn't we say we were going to the beach later? How about we go play on the beach?"

"Yay!" Pabbie jumped up and down.

It hit Harry so hard he saw stars.

"That's good!" Harry exclaimed.

"Oh," Pabbie said with a hint of grievance.

"Also," Harry said again, "I think... well, I'm actually kind of thinking of going surfing... anyone want to come with me?"

"No, thank you," Veratia said with a slight smile, snuggling closer to Harry and almost pushing Cassandra away. "I'll just sunbathe on the beach; as for going into the sea, forget it."

"And what about you?" Harry asked Cassandra. "Are you planning to go surfing with me?"

"On this point, Grindelwald and I are in agreement," Cassandra said. "Let's skip surfing and just sunbathe on the beach."

"I'll go!" Pabbie raised her hands in a French military salute. "If they don't go, I'll go with you, Harry! Okay?"

"It's not impossible..." Harry nodded; having someone to accompany him was always a good thing.

After leaving the restaurant, Harry and his friends went to choose swimsuits.

If we were to describe them by the size of Coke cup, then... they would be Cassandra's small cup, Veratia's medium cup, and Pabbie's extra-large cup.

Cassandra actually in a pretty good mood at first, but after changing into her swimsuit, her mood suddenly soured.

Nothing more than looking down at our own highway, and then looking at Veratia and Pabbie...

Lies don't hurt, but the bloody truth is the sharpest knife.

Cassandra had truly forgotten something so important; she had completely forgotten that, in some ways, Veratia could defeat her without even saying a word.

Especially Veratia's incredibly un-magical little waist, it really made Cassandra want to go up and touch it.

After all, she is Princess Sisi's niece, and Veratia has inherited Princess Sisi's hobbies.

With the added blessing of magic, Veratia maintained an even more perfect figure.

She can maintain her figure to the desired state without controlling her diet at all. It has to be said that Veratia's mastery of magic is unparalleled.

Of course, Harry is the one who benefits.

Every aspect.

(End of this chapter)