Living Is for...

Having changed into her swimsuit, Veratia looked down at Cassandra's flat-chested runway without saying a word, only a slight smile playing on her lips.

Under Veratia's gaze, Cassandra's forehead veins bulged.

Never mind, never mind.

The world is so wonderful, yet I am so irritable.

This is not good, not good—

"What rude things are you thinking about?" Cassandra asked disdainfully.

"Oh, no," Veratia said with a smile, "I just thought of a word—oh, gap."

,

Cassandra took a deep breath.

Forget it, I won't stoop to the level of this wicked woman.

She walked to the beach, quietly cast a Muggle Repelling Charm, then took out a parasol, a deck chair, and spread a picnic blanket with a picnic basket on it.

It looks very similar to the style of Tom and Jerry.

As for why the Muggle Repelling Charm was used...

The three of them were being stared at by everyone on the beach, and as ladies of classical times, they felt very uncomfortable under such scrutiny.

Especially since she was still wearing a swimsuit, she chose the useful Muggle Repelling Charm to avoid being stared at.

Sure enough, the Muggle looked away with confused expressions.

There were three beautiful women here just now, where have they gone?

"Magic, how amazing!"

Cassandra sighed, then casually lay back on the deck chair, pulling out a pair of sunglasses from who-knows-where.

Then, she turned her head towards Harry.

"Oh, my little lackey," she said, deliberately putting on a cold face, "It seems you're not quite in the zone yet. You should be doing something now, you know?"

"What are you doing?" Harry asked, puzzled.

"Help me apply sunscreen." Cassandra slowly picked up a small bottle from the side. "Here, this is my reward for you."

Hey, you got into the zone pretty quickly.

Harry didn't refuse, walked over and took the bottle of lotion, and began to carefully apply sunscreen to Cassandra.

It must be acknowledged that Cassandra's legs are absolutely stunning, truly supermodel-level.

Her legs were straight and slender, like two magic wands, making her a perfect work of art.

As for touching it, that's a completely different feeling.

Although slender, it didn't have that bony look; it felt warm and supple to the touch. Harry thought it was quite nice. "Does it feel good?" Cassandra asked softly.

"Of course." Harry was no longer the same Xiao Chunnan; he answered decisively.

"Hmph," Cassandra curled her lip, "Insolent servant!"

"Hey, what's this show?" Veratia stood next to the couple. "Let me see—is it 'The Slave Master'?"

She pronounced the word "ride" very awkwardly.

"You're envious, Grindelwald," Cassandra said with a laugh. "You envy me for having such a little follower, while you—hmph, you don't have one, do you?"

"No, I just think you're incredibly rude," Veratia retorted, not backing down an inch. "You only took your own deck chair and didn't even think to prepare one for the three of us."

"Oh, I still have some in my wallet, but you know the rules." Cassandra stretched lazily. "If you want it, go get it yourself."

Veratia glanced at her, but ultimately said nothing.

She walked over, took three deck chairs and a parasol from Cassandra's purse, and after a moment's thought,

Then they arranged all these things neatly.

"You stay here with Cass," Veratia said to Pabbie. "Harry and I will go to the other side in a bit."

"Ugh!" Pabbie protested. "Didn't we agree to go surfing together?"

"Surfing isn't urgent, let's apply body lotion first," Veratia said with a smile. "If you ask me..."

Muggle still have their uses; look, at least these skincare products prove their value, even if they're not very effective against wizards.

"Why don't you develop some skincare Potions?" Pabbie squatted down next to Cassandra, looking somewhat envious.

I wanted to help Harry paint Cassandra too.

Of course, she also said those words to others.

As a result Cassandra stretched out a small foot and knocked Pabbie off his feet.

"Ouch!" Pabbie cried out, "Cass, you ambushed me!"

"No, I'm just being open and aboveboard with you," Cassandra said with a smile, "Because you're so approachable."

Pabbie puffed out her cheeks and lay down on the recliner.

"Hey!" Cassandra stretched out her foot again and rubbed it against Harry's face. "Remember to put sunscreen on my feet too. I don't want them to get sunburned, understand?"

"Okay, Cass." Harry was a little tired, but he was still enjoying himself.

Nonsense, aren't you happy?

Applying body lotion and sunscreen to a few pretty girls is simply the most perfect treat in the world, isn't it?

"Perhaps it is indeed possible," Veratia saw a business opportunity in Pabbie's words. "If we let the Potions conduct research and develop some special skincare Potions, it's not impossible—perhaps we can seize the Muggle market in this way, what do you think?"

"Of course," Harry said as he wiped. "Sirius and Lucius seem really interested in this kind of thing. If you'd like, you could have them help you. What do you think?"

"Um--."

Veratia thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay."

Harry quickly finished applying the ointment to Cassandra.

"Alright, you can go now, little helper," Cassandra said with satisfaction. "I'm very pleased with your efforts, so—I'll reward you."

As she spoke, Cassandra lifted her little foot again and rubbed it against Harry's face. "Go find that wicked woman," she said.

"Okay." Harry stood up and walked over to Veratia.

"Oh, so it seems Harry knows who the bad woman is, doesn't he?" Cassandra suppressed the urge to burst out laughing, but her words did make Veratia a little uncomfortable.

"I never deny that I'm a bad woman," Veratia said with a smile. "I'm the bad woman who rescued her little follower from a sea of misery from some arrogant and oblivious young lady."

Cassandra, who had been laughing, immediately stopped laughing upon hearing this.

Smile, why aren't you smiling anymore?

Is it because I'm naturally not fond of smiling?

These words did indeed cast a deep shadow, Cassandra immediately recalled how Veratia had gradually poached her from her husband.

As long as you swing the hoe well, there's no corner you can't dig down—this can't be blamed on Harry, after all, she was indeed too arrogant back then, clinging to her status as a young lady and her little follower.

If she had simply bent down and clarified things with Harry, Veratia wouldn't have been involved at all.

This was told by Mr. Septimus.

As he said this, Mr. Septimus, who was a master of political maneuvering, felt unusually powerless and just kept drinking whiskey.

My own little cabbage is really... well, lacking in emotional intelligence. I need some advice.

"Hey, Cass's little helper," Veratia instructed again, "You don't mind putting sunscreen on me, do you?"

"Of course not, my Lady." Harry chuckled and sat down next to Veratia, starting to apply sunscreen to her as well.

The two women have different figures, so the feel of their hands is naturally different as well.

If we absolutely had to choose one over the other, Harry would have to be very tactful and choose to have them all.

But if he had to say it in his heart, he would still choose Veratia.

After all, that justice—well, it was indeed very just.

People live for justice!

Do you like this?

As she spoke, Veratia stretched out her foot and rubbed it against Harry's face.

"Actually, I don't really like it." Harry didn't dodge, "But since the Lady wants it this way, I can only put up with it." "Hmph, you're being naughty, Harry." Veratia got up with a smile and reached out to pinch Harry's little face.

Hurry up and pinch him, because in two years, you won't be able to pinch Harry this young anymore.

This is arguably Harry's last period of youth.

"But speaking of which," Veratia said again, "Besides teaching at Hogwarts, I think Cass has another path to take."

"What?" Cassandra asked, raising an eyebrow.

When discussing serious matters, Cassandra was still willing to set aside her differences with Veratia and listen to what she had to say.

"You could choose to come to Vienna and seek a job at the Greater German Ministry of Magic," Veratia said casually. "Or you could—well, that's a good suggestion—represent the Malfoy family in some business activities, I mean—business activities with Muggle."

"I am no longer a member of the Malfoy family," Cassandra said calmly. "I ceased to be a member of the Malfoy family the moment I sealed myself away using Time Magic."

"Oh, you're Cassandra Potter, I've forgotten," Veratia said with a smile. "Mrs. Potter,"

Right? That's what you think?

"Shut up!" Cassandra blushed. "How can you be so shameless, Grindelwald? No, Mrs. Potter. Verathea?"

"Oh." Veratia raised an eyebrow. "But please allow me to be selfish. I also need to discuss this with Harry. If you really don't like it, then I can give up on this idea."

"What?" Harry didn't stop what he was doing, still applying sunscreen to Veratia's calves.

"Yes, you know about the Grindelwald family." Veratia's eyes were somewhat unfathomable. "The Grindelwald family is extinct. My brother, Gellert Grindelwald, didn't like women. Yes, I know it's funny, but could you please shut up, Cass?"

"Oh, I know that." Harry nodded. "Gellert —well, he still can't forget the Headmaster."

"So," Veratia said nervously, her hand unconsciously circling around her thigh before she finally made up her mind and said, "I was thinking, if we have children in the future, could one of them take Grindelwald Potter's surname? I know that's a big request, but I still can't bear to see the family line die out."

"Oh, I thought it was something else." Harry waved his hand. "It's nothing, Veratia, of course it's nothing."

My happiness is your happiness.

"Yeah?"

Upon hearing Harry's answer, Veratia, who had been tense, smiled brightly.

She knew that Harry, who was always gentle, would never refuse her request.

"Then you'll have to have a lot more kids with me." Harry's hands were already rubbing against Veratia's soft, white little feet. "Let me think—two definitely won't be enough. How about we have a Quidditch team?"

"Hmph!" Veratia reached out and lightly tapped Harry on the head. "And you want to have a Quidditch team? What do you take me for? The Niffler?"

"I don't know if you're Niffler," Harry said casually, "But I do know that your brother Gellert is definitely Niffler."

Veratia immediately felt uneasy after hearing what Harry said.

This sentence Awakening her memory: Gellert sneaking into her vault and stealing her treasures was unacceptable; she had to brazen it!

"I'm also curious why you didn't use a Charms to kill your brother back then," Cassandra added fuel to the fire. "If it were me, the weeds on his grave would probably be taller than his tombstone by now."

"Shut up!" Veratia said angrily.

Cassandra lifted her sunglasses and stuck out her little tongue at Veratia.

"I'm not going to shut up, hehe."

Seeing that the two were about to start arguing again, Harry squeezed Veratia's soft, boneless little feet.

"Alright, stop fooling around," he said. "What are you two arguing about? Listen to me—especially you, Cass!"

"Hmph." Cassandra was quite considerate of her boyfriend, only glancing down at Veratia before putting her sunglasses back on and continuing to enjoy the sun.

Tranquility is a rare treat; after School Opening, I'll be very busy.

"How's the research on the Dark Magic Curse going?" Veratia asked again. "If I remember correctly, Anne is still waiting for our rescue, isn't she?"

"Oh, poor Anne," Cassandra said, shaking her head. "I can't believe anyone still remembers her—"

She was quite at ease with Anne, after all, Anne and Harry had nothing to do with each other, they weren't attracted to each other at all, and they weren't each other's type.

Veratia knew about this, of course, otherwise she wouldn't have asked such a question.

"There's no solution yet," Harry sighed. "I've searched almost the entire library, but I haven't found a good way to break the curse—"

"Huh?" Pabbie suddenly asked, "Harry, do you remember how you lifted the Dark Magic Curse from me? I remember you knew a Purification Charm, didn't you?"

"It's probably not going to work," Harry said after a moment's thought. "It might work, but we can't gamble— Anne was already in bad shape before she was sealed. What if we break the seal but don't have a cure? How will we face Sebastian then?"

"There is a way," Veratia suddenly said. "The way is quite simple; we just need to find someone to do the experiment."