Cassandra took the magic wand from Harry's hand, her phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, and then she said, "If you could cherish your talent, it would be even better... Lately, you've always been going out with that Hufflepuff, Swedding, right?"
Harry felt inexplicably guilty upon hearing Cassandra's words.
"How do you know?" He didn't even know why he was feeling guilty, it just felt like being caught red-handed.
It wasn't the kind of guilt you feel when a teacher catches you slacking off, it was very strange, very strange indeed...
"I just know." Cassandra tugged at the corners of her mouth, her eyes showing undisguised disappointment: "You have a talent that others can only dream of, yet you're wasting it on interacting with some small animals... Honestly, Potter, I feel sorry for you..."
"Then, I just won't go anymore." Harry quickly said, he was really afraid of seeing Cassandra with such an expression.
Cassandra pondered for a moment and then said, "It's okay to go to the Forbidden Forest at the right time, but... next time go with me. The Forbidden Forest is very dangerous, you should know that there are many poachers in there."
"Okay, Miss Malfoy," Harry nodded and replied.
…
1890, Malfoy Manor.
"You did very well, Potter."
Cassandra flipped her waterfall-like hair, looking at Harry in front of her with satisfaction.
"Haha..."
Harry showed a silly smile, feeling very happy to be praised by Cassandra.
"My father wants me to tell you," Cassandra said business-like, ignoring Harry's silly smile: "There is a banquet at the Ministry of Magic tonight, and he wants you to attend with him."
"O-okay..." Harry swallowed, feeling a bit nervous.
Attending a banquet at the Ministry of Magic, just what...
"I've already had a suit prepared for you at home," Cassandra glanced at Harry, "Although you're not of age yet, attending important events still requires formal attire. Alright... go try it out in the room, Kabi is already waiting for you."
…
1891, on the train.
"I heard my father say, this year's school opening will have a transfer student coming to Hogwarts."
Cassandra sat on the train, casually stirring her cup with a small silver spoon, the spoon clinking melodiously against the cup wall.
"Really?" Harry asked absently, looking at the scenery outside the window.
"Of course." Cassandra took a sip from her coffee cup, only speaking again after swallowing, "It's said to be someone from Austria-Hungary, who knows why she wants to attend Hogwarts... Could Durmstrang not satisfy this person?"
Austria-Hungary?
Harry immediately thought of that lady-in-waiting he met before in Austria-Hungary, whose last name seemed to be Grindelwald, and who was quite pretty...
He wondered how she was doing, he thought.
He knew of course that the lady-in-waiting was just an ordinary Muggle and could not possibly enroll as a wizard at Hogwarts, yet he couldn't help but think how great it would be if it was her.
However, the transfer student did not appear for a long time.
Just when he lost hope that the transfer student would come, the door swung open with a bang.
Standing at the door was Professor Feige, and...
Was it her?!
Harry felt a surge of joy.
The girl with the last name Grindelwald seemed to be looking for something, and upon meeting Harry's gaze, she gave him a sweet smile.
Principal Black was not very pleased but still let Professor Weasley sort her.
"Slytherin!"
With the Sorting Hat's loud announcement, Miss Grindelwald did not head towards the Slytherin table but instead walked to where Harry was sitting and took a seat next to him.
"Hello," she said with a sweet smile, introducing herself in heavily accented English: "I'm Vilatia Grindelwald, from Austria-Hungary... We've met before, and I'm grateful again for your help, you can call me Vivi."
Harry spat out a mouthful of pumpkin juice, hurriedly setting down his cup as Vivi took out a handkerchief to help him wipe.
He suddenly felt a chill at the back of his head, instinctively turning his head, only to find Cassandra looking at him with an extremely disdainful gaze.
Oh no, he thought, feeling a jolt.
…
1993, United Kingdom.
The scenes changed rapidly, from Harry finding Cassandra's vault, to various Merlin ruins, until he finally found Cassandra's hiding place.
Sorting, admission, joining the Dueling House...
Then... it was the Christmas holiday, from Hogwarts all the way to Black's old house.
Harry lay on the bed, thinking in boredom.
However, after an unknown period, there was suddenly a rustling sound beside him.
At the same time, he suddenly felt as if someone lay down beside him.
He turned his head and looked over in the moonlight.
It was Vivi, lying on her side, smiling lightly at him.
"Vivi?" Harry asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"
"What, can't I come?" Vivi asked with a cheerful smile.
"Of course you can." Even Harry didn't know why he was so happy, he just was, "I was just thinking about you, and then you showed up..."
"Yes." Vivi looked at him with a cheerful smile, but it seemed like something was on her mind.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked with concern, he sensed that something was off with Vivi.
"Nothing." Vivi bit her lip but reached out to lift her golden hair.
The silky hair flew and fell on Harry's face.
A fragrance lingered at his nose, and he couldn't help but take a greedy sniff.
"Does it smell good?" Vivi always faced him with an extremely gentle smile.
"Of course..." Harry swallowed, feeling his heart pounding wildly like a sniff inside.
"Then..."
Vivi extended her hand, unbuttoning the top button of his collar.
Her slender fingers traced circles lightly on his collarbone.
At the same time, she leaned closer, the distance between them closing, Harry could even feel the fragrant warm breath from Vivi's nose.
"How about this?" Vivi asked with a light smile.
"Uh..." Harry's mind seemed to freeze—
Who am I?
Where am I?
What am I supposed to do?
Suddenly, he felt a sweet sensation on his lips, something soft was pressed against them.
At the same time, a warm body softened into his embrace.
Harry was out of it for quite a while before realizing, Vivi had kissed him.
Unwilling to be outdone, he immediately fought back, how could he let Vivi get the upper hand?
However, just as he reached out, he heard someone speaking beside him.
"Feeling sweet?"
A familiar voice rang by his ear, trying hard to suppress a plethora of negative emotions.
But when he opened his eyes, he saw Cassandra standing by the bed, looking at him with disdainful eyes as if looking at trash.
At the same moment, Harry snapped out of the memory.
He sat panting in the chair.
"That part wasn't supposed to be seen..." he said, looking up.
Cassandra pulled an unkind smile.
"So..." she said coldly, "As a master of Mind Reading, could Voldemort have seen that scene just now?"
Harry felt his heart skip at Cassandra's words.
Yes, that Voldemort is a master of Mind Reading...
But he was also a bit relieved, thankful that that night they had only kissed and hugged and didn't do anything too over the top.
"I really didn't expect it, Potter." Cassandra continued to stand loftily, "You've fallen so low, doing such things in your godfather's house, do you have any shame left?"
Harry thought for a moment, then seriously replied.
"No."