Three Women of the United Front

Harry picked up his wand and used Transfiguration to turn a chair nearby into a bed, then placed Anne on it.

It took Anne quite a while to slowly wake up.

After seeing her brother, who had become invisible like a ghost, she slapped him.

Harry: Huh?

"Sebastian!"

Anne burst into tears. She reached out to hug her brother, only to find that they were now separated by death.

"Don't cry, Anne." Sebastian gently patted Anne's head with his transparent hand. "At least we can still see each other—you're still the same as before, still that lovely little girl."

"But, but—" Anne cried again, "You've become like this—what happened? Why have you become a ghost?"

"Oh, Anne," Sebastian said with a chuckle, "that's fucking absolutely (abso-bloody-)"

(It's a very long story, and I know you probably don't want to hear it. I also don't really want to tell you these sad things.)

"Of course." He turned back and waved to the portrait of Ominis. "Ominis is here too."

You can say hello to him.

Anne then noticed Ominis in the portrait; he was waving at her.

She felt dizzy again and fainted once more.

"What happened to her?" Pabbie asked curiously. "Is it because she's weak after just waking up from the seal?"

"No," Veratia shook her head and said, "It's a self-protective mechanism of the body. She was so sad that she triggered her body's defense mechanism to prevent any adverse effects on her body due to extreme grief."

"What should we do?" Cassandra glanced down at the unconscious Anne. "We can't just let her stay unconscious like this, can we? She has to face these things eventually."

"Then I guess I'll just have to accept it." Harry reached out and patted Anne's cheek. "Hey, Anne, wake up!" "Harry!" Sebastian exclaimed, "You bastard! How could you do this to Anne! Let go of her! You womanizer! I won't allow you to touch Anne!"

"No, the pigeons?" Harry looked up. "I just wanted to wake her up, what's the rush?"

Just then, Anne slowly woke up again.

"Stop arguing!" Anne cried babyishly. "I'm sorry, brother—and Ominis..."

"Alright." Harry sighed. He wasn't good at comforting girls, so he just said, "I suggest you don't be so sad. After all, you wouldn't want them to have given up their lives for you in vain, would you? Living well is more important than anything else—at least they left behind portraits and souls. Look at me, my parents didn't even leave behind portraits—..."

Anne choked back two sobs, her face still streaked with tears.

"I'm out of ideas." Harry spread his hands. "Veratia, what do you say?"

"I have nothing to say, Harry." Veratia shook her head. "These things can only be resolved when she figures them out herself. There's no point in us trying to persuade her."

"It's not your fault, Anne," Ominis said with a chuckle. "Sebastian wasn't imprisoned in Azkaban because of you, but because your uncle Solomon accused him of using the Unforgivable Curse. As for me, I'm also Azkaban by my bloodline and won't live much longer."

"Even so—" Anne sobbed. A young girl like her simply couldn't accept that two living people had left this world forever because of her.

"I already said, this is none of your business, Anne," Sebastian said nonchalantly. "Just a ghost. Maybe I can stay at Hogwarts forever, like Professor Binns and Sir Nicholas."

That's actually a good thing, don't you think?

"If it were me, I'd think it's good too," Pabbie said with a smile.

She wasn't lying, after all, she had been existing in the world as a soul before this.

If it weren't for Harry's unseen hand exerting its power, how could she have been resurrected?

"Alright, don't be sad, Anne," Ominis said with a smile. "Neither your family nor your friends want to see you like this—you should accept it and live on."

Do you understand?

"I—" Anne wiped away her tears.

"We should talk about what's next," Harry said, looking up. "Anne dropped out in the second semester of fourth year, so... well, I think she could join our class, don't you think, Sebastian?"

"That would be wonderful," Sebastian laughed. "You really should get your life back on track. Anne —the curse of the Dark Arts has disrupted your life, and I don't want you to just wallow in despair. You should accept this fact, lest my death be in vain—" "Hey, Seber," Harry corrected, "your death has nothing to do with Anne. It was your uncle Solomon who reported it—"

"I understand." Sebastian rolled his eyes, hovered in mid-air for a moment, and even did a somersault.

"Now there's another problem," Cassandra said suddenly, her expression turning serious. "Where will Anne stay during the holidays? The Sallow family is long gone. I'm thinking it might be better for her to stay with the Malfoy family. What do you think, Veratia?"

At this point, in order to unite the front, Cassandra stopped calling Grindelwald by his name and instead used a more intimate nickname for him.

"I think that's a good idea," Veratia nodded. "I think the Malfoy family is indeed a suitable place for Anne to stay temporarily. After all, Malfoy Manor is large enough to accommodate a homeless little girl like her—and most importantly, she is a pure-blood wizard, which fits the Malfoy family's philosophy perfectly."

Isn't that right?

"In that case, it's decided then," Cassandra said quickly. "Anne, we'll go back to the Isle of Wight first, and I'll talk to the current Malfoy family head about this there. From now on, you'll be a member of the Malfoy Manor."

She added, "I'll treat you like my own sister. After all, we're all members of the Order of the Phoenix Sebastian, aren't we? His sister is our sister."

"Yes, Anne." Pabbie had also figured it out. She leaned forward and hugged Anne, saying, "Don't worry, Anne, if you don't like the Malfoy family, you can come to my nephew's house— the Scamander family. It's not as luxurious as the Malfoy family, but it's warm enough."

"Thank you," Anne said, wiping away her tears.

Before Harry could react, he saw Anne being completely taken care of by these people.

Oh well, he never intended for Anne to move into Grimmauld Place, Number 12 anyway.

He had initially planned to do so, but his killer instincts suddenly told him not to do it, otherwise it wouldn't just be the Vinegar Spirit Cassandra who would be angry.

Tell me, if Ms. Grindelwald, Europe's number one vinegar king woman, got jealous, wouldn't you be scared?

"Harry, what do you think?" Veratia turned around and asked very seriously.

"I have no objection," Harry said quickly.

"I agree with you." Sebastian, the sister-obsessed brother, had no objection. Although he knew Anne wasn't interested in Harry, who knew if Harry, that Scarhead Veela, might lure his poor little sister away?

Just to be on the safe side, let's keep her away from Harry!

Sebastian thought this through and made a plan in his mind.

From now on, I must keep a close eye on Anne and never let her have a chance to be alone with Harry.

What? Harry is my brother?

Even brothers won't do!

I treat you like a brother, you can even be my godfather if you want, but brother-in-law is out of the question!

You already have three girlfriends! And you want another one?!

You beast!

Poor Anne was thus arranged in such a clear way that she didn't understand why everyone was so enthusiastic towards her until she left.

Back in school, Miss Malfoy was so aloof and haughty, Miss Grindelwald so unapproachable, and Miss Sweeting wasn't even very close to her.

Anne didn't think much of it; she just took it as everyone taking care of her, out of respect for Sebastian.

"We need to talk to Dumbledore about this. We're getting another transfer student," Harry said with a grin. "I should say, last year we didn't have any transfer students, which made everyone quite uneasy—you see,..."

Veratia was the first student to transfer into Hogwarts in second year, Pabbie and Cassandra in third year, no one transferred in fourth year, and then another student joined in fifth year—

No one cared about Harry's lame joke. Sebastian had already floated to the portrait of Ominis. The two whispered to each other and sometimes looked at Harry together, making Harry feel a little uneasy.

What are these two talking about?

Could it be that they're talking badly about me?

Harry thought about it and decided he shouldn't think the worst of his buddies.

After staying there for a while, Veratia stood up and said goodbye to Anne, Ominis, and Sebastian.

Sebastian had wanted to come along, but considering that he was in ghost form and might cause trouble among the Muggle, he decided not to take him along.

Upon arriving at the Isle of Wight, Cassandra, accompanied by Anne, found Lucius enjoying cigars with Mr. Granger.

It's clear that Lucius quite likes cigars. He's tried many over the past few days and has finally fallen in love with a brand called Trinidad, specifically the "Creation" Lanspear cigar.

In his view, the size and thickness of the Lanspear cigar were very elegant to hold, perfectly befitting his Pure-blood status.

Trinidad cigars are a relatively young brand, a new brand that was launched in 1991 as an exclusive gift for heads of state.

But as a top London dentist who deals extensively with high society, Mr. Granger always has his ways.

"Lucius."

Cassandra flicked her little hands, casting a cleansing Charms to disperse the swirling smoke.

"Oh, Aunt Cassandra," Lucius put down his cigar, looked up, and asked, "What's wrong?"

The title was chosen by Cassandra, since calling someone "Grandma" in public was rather sensational.

But the title "aunt" is more acceptable, after all, it's not surprising that such a family has a younger aunt.

"This is Anne, Anne Saru," Cassandra introduced. "She's my friend. Her family has all passed away, and I'd like her to stay at the Malfoy Manor during the holidays while she's enrolled at Hogwarts."

"No problem," Lucius nodded.

Outsiders might not understand, but Lucius knew exactly what was going on.

It seems that another girl trapped in time and space has returned, or perhaps she is my classmate?

It's perfectly fine for such a venerable figure to live in the house.

It doesn't matter what the reason is.

"Hello, Mr. Malfoy," Anne said timidly, bowing to Lucius.

Her perception of the Malfoy family Malfoy family still that of a behemoth that dominated the entire British wizarding world; she had no idea of the extent of their decline.

"Hello, Miss Saru." Lucius nodded politely as a greeting. "I'll talk to Cissy about this later."

With Lucius's permission, Cassandra took Anne back to her room.

"You can stay here for now," Cassandra said with a smile. "As for your clothes..."

"How about we go buy you some new clothes tomorrow or the day after?"

"I'll do whatever you say," Anne replied sweetly.

"Then I'll be leaving now. Just call me if you need anything," Cassandra said.

"Okay, goodnight, Cassandra," Anne said.

Cassandra nodded, turned and left the room.

She made her way to Harry's room, where she met up with Pabbie and Veratia.

"So?" Pabbie asked. "Did Lucius agree to let Anne move in?"

"Do you think he'll object?" Veratia smiled, pursing her lips. "Oh, to put it another way—do you think it would make a difference even if he objected?"

"That's true." Pabbie nodded. "After all, Cassandra is one of the Malfoy family's heiresses, right? And Lucius's great-aunt."

That's true, but if Cassandra were just an ordinary great-aunt, her words wouldn't carry so much weight in the Malfoy family.

The problem is that Cassandra's mastery of Charms is so profound that she can easily pull the Malfoy family into a frenzy. Under the combined effect of seniority and Charms, Lucius has no room for objection.

"What about Anne's enrollment?" Pabbie asked again. "Should we ask Dumbledore or Professor McGonagall about this?"

"You're all I need, Pabbie." Veratia reached out and pinched Pabbie's still slightly chubby cheek. "You're a Hogwarts school board member, after all. Getting a student transferred to Hogwarts shouldn't be a problem, right?"