Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 179 Resurrection, my love! (12000 words)
Cassandra's smile also stopped.

However, it was dark here and Harry could not see the changes in her expression.

But Harry's intuition told him that Cassandra was definitely not very happy right now.

"So, your happiness came to an abrupt end when you saw me, huh?"

Cassandra's voice was soft, but loud enough for Harry to understand her unhappy mood.

Harry was actually embarrassed, too, to be honest—and that was indeed the case.

Anyone who is happily chatting with a good friend he just met would find it annoying if a haughty girl suddenly appeared and wanted to take him as her follower.

Looking back now, Harry might think that Cassandra was quite nice, but at that time he was indeed a little...unacceptable.

"I was very young then, Cassandra," Harry explained.

"This is your subconscious, Pot, no need to explain." Cassandra snorted.

Even in the darkness, Harry could imagine Cassandra with her arms folded across her chest, looking condescending.

"Subconscious?" Harry asked puzzled.

Before Cassandra could answer, she felt dizzy.

He found himself in another night scene.

"Where is this?" Harry raised his head and looked at the sky.

There were no clouds in the night sky, only a full moon hanging in the sky.

There was snow all around, and the forest in the distance was also covered with snow. The branches were bent down under the weight, as if they could not bear the weight.

"Wait, here..."

Cassandra's eyes flickered.

Is it Black Lake?
"Probably Hogwarts," said Harry, and he sat down to one side, intending to look at Cassandra's happiest memory.

Of course he remembered Hogwarts that year. It was his first year there, and even the snow after winter came was much heavier than in previous years.

It should be said that he had never seen such heavy snow.

"Why is it Black Lake?" Cassandra raised her head slightly, seeming a little unacceptable.

No, how is it possible...

Harry shrugged and didn't answer.

Not long after, Cassandra saw first-year Harry coming over with a box in his arms.

"I remember now!" Harry stood up and looked at Cassandra. "This is Christmas in the first year, and you..."

"I'll set off fireworks with you." Cassandra's eyes softened.

Not at Harry, but at little Harry holding the box.

She walked over to little Harry.

"It's so heavy, what on earth is this, Miss Malfoy?" Little Harry raised his head and asked Cassandra.

"It's fireworks." Cassandra said as she did back then. "You must have never seen fireworks before, right, for a Muggle family like yours? How pitiful... Fortunately, you met me - you can't expect me to do the chores of setting off fireworks, right?"

"Okay, Miss Malfoy." Little Harry put down the box obediently and stood aside stiffly with his hands hanging down.

"Open the box and I'll teach you how to set off fireworks," Cassandra ordered.

Harry followed the steps Cassandra had taught him, setting up a row of magical fireworks, placing them on the ground and lighting them with magic.

In an instant, colorful flames burst out, and millions of clusters of fire trees and silver flowers bloomed in the sky.

It blows down even more, and the stars are like rain.

Little Harry had never seen such a scene before. He cheered and jumped up and down, stretching out his hands, as if he wanted to pick the blooming sparks.

"Does it look good?"

When little Harry heard Cassandra's voice, he thought she was angry and shrank back.

After a long while, he said hesitantly: "I'm sorry, Miss Malfoy, I...my uncle never lets me..."

"If you like it, I'll ask my dad to buy some more and send them to you. Haha, what a Muggle..."

Little Harry's eyes turned red.

"Thank you, thank you, Miss Malfoy."

"Hmph..." Cassandra snorted lightly, "Just keep watching. The fireworks will be gone soon. I don't want you to cry again because you can't see the fireworks. It's like I bullied you again."

Little Harry hummed, raised his head and looked at the sky again.

In Cassandra's eyes, those emerald green eyes reflected the brilliant fireworks in the sky.

How nice, she thought.

The most beautiful fireworks I have ever seen in winter were the cluster of stars that fell into your eyes by the Black Lake when I was a child.

Harry sat aside and watched everything that happened quietly.

He never thought that this would be Cassandra's happiest memory.

Just as the two were immersed in their memories, the fireworks in the sky disappeared in an instant. At the same time, little Harry suddenly disappeared from Cassandra's sight.

"Po Te!"

Cassandra called out subconsciously, and even Harry could hear a hint of anxiety in her voice.

"I'm here," Harry responded.

Hearing Harry's response, Cassandra was stunned for a moment, then looked at him with disgust.

"What's going on?" Harry asked, "Why after this memory ended, we didn't fall into darkness, but still maintained..."

He pointed to the Forbidden Forest, then to the Black Lake: "Like this."

"I don't know." Cassandra shook her head.

"Let's go ahead, Cassandra." Harry stood up and said, "Look, maybe we should go to the castle and take a look. What if the key to waking you up is in the castle?"

"Okay." Cassandra nodded.

The two walked one after the other, Cassandra in front and Harry behind, the two of them stepped over the white snow and walked into the sunny summer.

When they walked into the castle, they found that the scene in front of them suddenly changed and they came to a small and cramped space.

Harry recognised it immediately as the stairwell where he had lived in the Dursleys' house.

"Where is this?" Cassandra asked curiously. She saw a big spider crawling down from the floor.

However, she discovered that Harry quickly took out a large spider from his arms and threw it aside.

"This is where I used to live," Harry said to Cassandra. "Remember? It's the same stairwell I told you about when I lived in the Dursleys' house -"

Cassandra remembered what Harry had said to her, of course, but the stairwell…

Even if she used all her imagination at that time, she could only imagine the size of the storage room in Malfoy's house, but she never imagined that it was such a narrow space that she couldn't even stand up straight.

It turns out that this is actually the case...

Harry groped under his pillow and soon found a letter.

"This is the letter I received," Harry said to Cassandra. As he spoke, he opened the letter and read:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Headmaster: Phineas Black
Dear Mr. Porter:
We are delighted to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

On behalf of the entire faculty and staff, I would like to extend my warmest congratulations on your outstanding magical potential.

We look forward to welcoming you on September 9st, when the Hogwarts Express will be ready to take you to our beloved school.

The envelope contains a list of supplies you will need, essential books, and a ticket for the Hogwarts Express, and your parent or guardian is welcome to accompany you to Diagon Alley to purchase the supplies you will need.

Congratulations again on receiving your acceptance letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We will be waiting for your owl to bring you your reply before July 31st.

Vice Principal (Female)
Matilda Weasley

"I remember the last sentence, 'Congratulations again on receiving your admission to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.'" Harry shook the letter in his hand and said to Cassandra with a smile, "This was what Headmaster Black asked Ms. Weasley to add. I heard this from Gareth - he said that his aunt scolded the arrogant Headmaster Black for this at the family banquet."

Cassandra's lips twitched twice and she turned her head away.

"Open the door," Harry said to Cassandra.

The two of them walked out of the stall and found themselves in the Leaky Cauldron.

"That's how I came to a hundred years ago, Cassandra," Harry said to her. "I don't know why it happened, but I opened the door and found myself here... At the time, I thought the letter was just a prank... You know, my cousin Dudley loves to play tricks on me the most."

"Oh, I know," Cassandra said briskly. "The pig with the wig, right?"

"Although it's not a very good way to describe him, I don't object." Harry said with a smile: "Dudley told me a few days ago that he was going to practice boxing."

While speaking, he was also responding to questions from the bar owner, Mr. Ai Bo.

After a while, Vice Headmaster Weasley appeared in the Leaky Cauldron.

"Mr. Potter." Vice Principal Weasley saw Harry and walked over to him and said, "I am the vice principal of Hogwarts. Mr. Abbott said that you suddenly appeared in the Leaky Cauldron, right?"

"Yes, ma'am," Harry nodded.

"Come with me, Mr. Potter." Vice Headmaster Weasley said, then stood up and walked to a corner of the bar.

"Although I don't know what happened, I suspect your letter is a portkey." Deputy Headmaster Weasley said, "Please show me your letter, please?"

Harry took the letter from his bosom and handed it to Vice-Principal Weasley, who examined it for a moment and then put the letter away.

"I already know the situation. Tell me about your family situation - such as your address. I think if your family knew you were missing, they would be very sad."

"I'm sorry, Headmaster. My parents are both dead." Harry whispered, "I'm living with my aunt now. They probably won't worry about me..."

After chatting for a while, Professor Weasley said, "I have understood the situation. Welcome to study at Hogwarts, Mr. Potter."

"Yes, Professor," Harry nodded. "But - we are..."

"Remember, Mr. Potter." Deputy Headmaster Weasley said softly, "Don't tell anyone about your affairs - about things that will happen a hundred years later, not even Headmaster Black, understand?"

"I see, Professor." Harry nodded hurriedly. He asked again as he did before: "But - I don't have any money, Professor. I don't know whether I should pay the tuition..."

"Oh, that's not necessary, kid." Vice Principal Weasley's eyes softened. "The school has rules and regulations. In your case, you can apply for a scholarship... Come with me now. I'll take you to see Principal Black. You need his consent before you can apply for a scholarship."

"Okay." Harry nodded obediently.

Vice Principal Weasley stood up and walked forward, gradually disappearing from the sight of the two.

Afterwards, all the customers in the Leaky Cauldron disappeared into this memory scene.

"How touching, Pot." Cassandra held her chin with one hand, a playful smile on her face, and the teardrop mole at the corner of her eye was very eye-catching. "It's like Cinderella who got away from her stepmother... God, I feel like I'm reading a Grimm fairy tale. Do you want me to give you two pairs of crystal high heels?"

Harry retorted subconsciously, "Did you wear it?"

Cassandra was stunned.

Then she revealed a look of great disgust.

"You're still as annoying as ever, Pot," she said, "but if you really want it, I'll satisfy your perverted desires - who asked you to rescue me?"

Harry was a little embarrassed, and in fact he regretted saying that the moment he said it.

Asking for shoes that have been worn by girls...this sounds a bit unpleasant and not good-looking.

As a man, why would I want a girl's second-hand shoes?
In order to hide his embarrassment, he could only take two steps forward and wanted to push open the door of the Leaky Cauldron and walk out.

However, to his surprise, the door could not be opened and there was no response after he pushed it several times.

"We seem to be trapped here, Cassandra." Harry said to Cassandra: "This door won't open - can you see if there is another way out?"

Cassandra was even more disgusted.

"You are such a silly little troll, Pot."

As she said this, she reached out and pulled out her wand, then pointed it at the wall of the Leaky Cauldron nearby.

"Don't tell me Vice-Headmaster Weasley didn't teach you, like this... count three up and two across."

The brick that had been struck began to tremble and move, and a small hole appeared in the middle. The hole became larger and larger, and soon a wide archway appeared in front of them, leading to a winding cobblestone street with no end in sight.

"Does this lead to Diagon Alley?" Harry asked curiously, reaching out and patting the hole.

"I don't know." Cassandra said leisurely, "But at least it can be seen that we can get out, right?"

Harry nodded and walked over to the entrance of the cave.

"The next memory should be mine, perverted little troll." Cassandra stretched out her hand to block Harry, "So logically, I should be the first to go out, right?"

Harry had no choice but to let Cassandra go first.

He followed Cassandra, walking on the cobblestone ground, and soon they arrived in front of Malfoy Manor.

The Malfoy Manor a hundred years ago was not the same as it is today - although they look exactly the same from the outside, it is obvious that the entrance of the Malfoy house a hundred years ago was much more lively than it is now.

After all, he is the Dark Minister. A word from Mr. Septimus Malfoy is more effective than that of the Minister of Magic.

However, Mr. Septimus now has a lot of troubles.

A carriage came from a distance and stopped at the gate of Malfoy Manor.

Mr. Septimus descended from the carriage, and a moment later little Harry followed closely behind him.

They said nothing, and although Mr. Septimus looked unhappy, he was quite gentle with little Harry.

Of course, the Mr. Septimus that Harry remembered was also a very gentle man.

"Come on, follow them," Cassandra said to Harry.

The two followed, Cassandra filling the gap between Harry and Mr. Septimus.

After entering the Malfoy family's mansion, little Harry was led to the second floor by the maid, and Cassandra stood behind his father.

"Come with me, Cath," he said sternly.

As they entered the room, Mr. Septimus raised his head and looked at Cassandra seriously.

"I need your explanation, Kate." Septimus' tone was cold: "You should know that we are a pure-blood family, and that Pott is a Muggle-born child-"

"Muggle-born, so what?" Cassandra said with a smile on her face. "I'm just looking for a male servant who can practice spells with me, Dad - you don't have to be like this."

Mr. Septimus was so angry that he laughed, and the look he gave his daughter clearly said, "Do you think I don't know what you mean?"

"Only Muggle-born children can be used as targets by me to practice spells, right, Dad?" Cassandra said again, as if she was trying to convince her father, or as if she was trying to convince herself.

Septimus snorted coldly and said, "As long as you are willing, as long as you say a word, there will be countless wizards from pure-blood families who will volunteer to be your targets."

"But I don't need it, Dad." Cassandra said indifferently: "That's not what I want. I believe in my choice more - I won't be wrong, Dad."

"Ugh……"

Mr. Septimus gave a long sigh.

"Since you insist." Mr. Septimus rubbed his brows, "If you regret it later, don't come to me crying."

Cassandra glanced at Mr. Septimus in confusion.

"I was just looking for a target to practice my spells with. Why would I regret it so much that I would come to you and cry about it?"

But after saying this, Cassandra was stunned.

At that time, she certainly didn't know why she went to her father to cry about finding a target to practice magic on...

But now she knows how painful she was after Harry disappeared.

So much so that he was willing to give up everything and travel through time to find Harry.

Of course she knew that wizards had a very long lifespan, and if nothing unexpected happened, it would be easy for them to live to around 150 years old.

From 1892 to 1991, it was only 99 years, which was not a lifetime for wizards.

But like Vivi, she didn't want Harry to see her getting old.

As Cassandra finished her words, everything in the Malfoy family disappeared.

Cassandra still sat there in a daze, seemingly recalling the past.

Harry did not interrupt her recollections, but stood aside and waited silently until Cassandra raised her head again.

"Keep going," she said, "we will soon be able to escape death."

"Yeah." Harry nodded and came to the door of Malfoy's house.

He opened the door and saw a long gravel road in front of him, winding forward.

"Let's go," he said, turning back to Cassandra.

The two of them kept walking forward, and no one spoke.

Just when Harry couldn't help himself, Cassandra suddenly said, "Tell me about what happened to you in the past two years - I didn't expect that you would return to the age of thirteen..."

"Eleven years old, Cassandra." Harry corrected: "Actually, I don't know why, anyway, after I came back, I became like this - I even went back to Hogwarts to study... If you come back, maybe you can go back to Hogwarts to study like me."

"I'm already in my twenties, Harry." Cassandra chuckled and said, "You should know that adults cannot go to Hogwarts to study."

"But you look only sixteen now, Cassandra," Harry corrected.

"No, I'm not sixteen. This is just my consciousness space—" Cassandra shook her head and said, "The me you see is not..."

Harry interrupted her and said, "But you look sixteen, too, from the outside."

Hearing Harry's words, Cassandra was stunned for a moment, then turned her head and said, "I should have taught you, Pott, that it is very rude to interrupt someone when they are speaking."

There was silence between the two for a moment, and then they suddenly found that there was a castle at the end of the road.

"Castle?" Cassandra looked at Harry in confusion. "Is this your happy memory? I don't remember you having such a generous friend."

Harry was a little embarrassed.

Because... the castle in front of him was very familiar to him.

It is Christmas 1891 in Nurmengard, Austria-Hungary.

“This is the Austro-Hungarian Empire.”

Harry only said one sentence, and Cassandra's eyes became sharp. The Austro-Hungarian Empire...

She was very familiar with this country.

If she could have helped it, she would have preferred not to have taken Harry and his father to Vienna in 1888.

Silence fell between the two again.

"That Christmas, 1891."

Cassandra crossed her arms across her chest - but even if she looked at herself in the mirror, she was no bigger than Vivi.

"If I remember correctly, you and that—Grindelwald, right?—went to Austria-Hungary to spend Christmas together."

"Yes, yes." Harry felt a little guilty.

"Yes, how sweet." Cassandra chuckled. "Come on, let me see some sweet memories of the two of you - you don't mind, do you, Pot?"

"No, it's not sweet." Harry sighed, trying to correct Cassandra.

However, what he didn't expect was that the door of Nurmengard Castle was opened and Vivi appeared at the door of the castle.

"Harry~"

She waved her arms, calling out to Harry, creating a surging wave.

Cassandra stared at Vivi's advantages that were obviously much superior to hers, and a subtle envy and jealousy flashed across her eyes.

"Let's go." Harry said to Cassandra reluctantly.

The two walked into the castle, and Vivi immediately hugged Harry's arm.

"Come on in, Harry," she said. "Gail and I have been waiting for you. He has been asking about you."

"Ask me? Ask me what to do?" Harry asked puzzledly - he still didn't quite understand why Gellert and Vivi kept asking him.

In his impression, Gellert had always disliked him.

"He likes you very much." Weiwei said with a smile, "I have asked Lucy to prepare a sumptuous dinner, especially the beef stew with potatoes that you like."

Cassandra suddenly turned around, her cheeks twitching twice, as if she was trying hard not to vomit.

"Especially your favorite beef stew with potatoes, yo yo yo..." She whispered, imitating Vivi's somewhat disgusting voice, "Shameless German woman!"

Of course, she also knew that Harry's favorite dish was beef stew with potatoes - for this reason, whenever Harry came to Malfoy Manor, this dish would always be on the table, even if it was a little bit unpresentable.

After entering the castle, they walked all the way to the restaurant on the second floor.

There was a sumptuous Christmas dinner on the table, with a variety of dishes that were simply dazzling.

A little blond boy was sitting at the dining table with an obviously reluctant look on his face. When Vivi walked into the middle of the restaurant, he forced a smile.

"This is my brother, Gale... Oh, Gellert Grindelwald." Weiwei introduced Harry: "He likes Britain and the British very much - I think you two will be able to get along well."

The boy version of Gellert showed a cute smile that was extremely sweet, and was still complaining in his heart - British? Even if I, Gellert Grindelwald, died outside, or jumped off the Alps, I would never like a British person!

"Hello, Mr. Potter." The little sunflower parrot stood up and said politely, "I have always heard my sister mention you. I am glad to see you."

"Hello, Mr. Grindelwald." Harry saluted him back, still feeling emotional...

What a nice and cute kid! How did he become such a mean and mean person later on?
Not to mention that he was a dark wizard, just by looking at his despicable appearance, Harry would believe that he was a pirate captain.

However, what he didn't know was that even this little boy version of Gellert wanted to cut the scarred Veela who kidnapped his sister into pieces.

"Is this Grindelwald's brother?" Cassandra looked at the little parrot with disdain. "He doesn't look that great..."

"In thirty years, he will grow into a dark wizard that will shock the entire wizarding world." Harry seemed to be sighing, "He will even be written on the Chocolate Frog card - although it is listed in Dumbledore's achievements."

Cassandra was a little hesitant to believe the dark wizard who shocked the entire wizarding world, but when she heard it was written on a chocolate frog card, she believed it immediately.

"Oh, Dumbledore." Cassandra thought for a moment and asked, "The Dumbledore you are talking about is the son of Percival Dumbledore and Kendra? I seem to have heard of this matter. It seems that Percival was imprisoned in Azkaban for attacking Muggles?"

"Yes, because those Muggle boys attacked his daughter, Ariana." Harry briefly told Cassandra what happened.

Cassandra nodded in understanding and said, "I've heard my father mention this matter. He felt very sorry for Mr. Dumbledore, but there was nothing he could do. He could only try his best to take care of him in Azkaban."

"Why?" Harry asked with interest. "I remember Mr. Septimus didn't like to deal with such things..."

"Such trivial matters, right?" Cassandra snorted. "This is not your concern, Pot - I suggest you play your role well and finish this Christmas dinner with your girlfriend - I don't want us to be discovered by the god of death and lose our lives."

"She's not my girlfriend." Harry didn't know why he explained it, but he subconsciously explained it out of guilt.

"Oh, I see you seem to have some regrets." Cassandra smiled, "Let me think, you must be regretting it, right? Oh my God, Miss Grindelwald is not my girlfriend... Could it be that you and Grindelwald have been in that love hut for so long without confirming your relationship? I'm very curious..."

At this point, Cassandra covered her lips with her small hands in white lace gloves and said in surprise, "Could it be that you are just wishful thinking and she doesn't like you at all? Oh my God, poor Harry, being played around by Miss Grindelwald..."

She looked pitying, as if she really felt sorry for Harry.

For the first time, Harry understood Ron's pain. He lay on the table and puffed his lips, not daring to be angry or say anything.

He was caught and felt guilty.

"Tsk, goulash with potatoes."

Cassandra said with emotion: "It seems that she really remembers your preferences, Pote."

"Stop talking, stop talking..." Harry lowered his head.

Beside him was the sweet voice of Vivi, opposite him was the cocky young boy Gellert, and behind him was Cassandra who kept teasing him...

Never mind, Harry thought, now that you're in your consciousness, I'll let you go this time.

After a while, Vivi and Gellert in the castle disappeared.

"It's time to go to the next scene, Cassandra," Harry said, standing up. He was a little impatient. "We're almost out, right?"

"If nothing unexpected happens." Cassandra reached out and wiped away her nonexistent tears. "What a touching friendship. You can't wait to escape from this memory..."

Harry ignored her.

"Let's go," he said, "let's leave the castle first. I have a bad feeling."

"I hope your crow's mouth talent won't take effect."

After that, Cassandra stood up and walked out of the castle.

Outside the castle was a silent night. The sky was pitch black with only twinkling stars.

Following the path in front of him, Harry found himself back in the Forbidden Forest.

"It's the Forbidden Forest again." Cassandra frowned and said to Harry, "Given your bad words, I suggest you be careful. Maybe this is a trick of the Grim Reaper."

Harry cautiously reached into his pocket, but found nothing.

He forgot that he was in Cassandra's consciousness space and could not use magic.

I waited here for a long time, but nothing happened.

"Let's keep going forward." Cassandra said to Harry, "Maybe we should move forward instead of waiting here stupidly."

The two continued walking along the path in the forbidden forest. From time to time, bursts of wolf howls came from the depths of the forbidden forest, making the atmosphere even more eerie.

Harry suddenly remembered the legend about the Deathly Hallows, so he said to Cassandra, "I remember that some time ago in Nurmengard, Headmaster Dumbledore told me that when he was young, he was madly pursuing the power of the Deathly Hallows, together with Gellert Grindelwald... It is said that after becoming the master of the three Deathly Hallows, one can conquer death and become the master of Death..."

Cassandra sneered at Harry's words.

"It's just an illusion caused by some mediocre wizards who inhaled too much blood thistle." She said, "Think about it, the Deathly Hallows are said to have been created by the god of death. Do you think that if you own these objects, you can become the master of the creator of the objects?"

"What's more, the Deathly Hallows were created by the Peverell brothers, so it is even more impossible to become the master of Death by possessing the Deathly Hallows."

"Then how do we stop Death?" Harry asked hesitantly. "Stop Death from taking you away?"

"We can't stop Death, at least not forever." Cassandra chuckled and said, "All mortals must die, Poter, if your brain wasn't filled with the pink love bubble with Grindelwald, you should know that we are just wizards, not gods."

"I remember you told me that wizards are gods." Harry stopped and looked at Cassandra: "You told me that as long as the wizard is strong enough, he can use any magic, any."

"But this does not include arrogance, Pot." Cassandra glanced at him: "Even after suffering a great loss at the hands of Lanlock, you still did not change your character - still so arrogant and conceited..."

The two continued walking forward, and at the end of the road, the outline of Malfoy Manor appeared.

"I didn't expect to come here again." Cassandra sighed.

This is indeed the case. Cassandra does not think that there are any memories in Malfoy Manor that are worth her seeing.

However, when she reached the gate of the manor, she suddenly realized something was wrong.

"This is not part of any of my memories, Pott." Cassandra reached out and grasped Harry's arm. "Be careful—"

As soon as they finished speaking, they were outside Mr. Septimus's room.

"We meet at last, Miss Malfoy."

A playful voice sounded from behind them. Harry and Cassandra turned around together and found an old lady in a suit standing behind them.

"Who are you?" Cassandra asked cautiously, "Why are you here?"

"You obviously know it, Miss Malfoy." The old woman looked at Cassandra leisurely: "You have been hiding from me for a long time. Let me think about it... It seems that you have been hiding from me for more than ninety years. You should have known it since you drank the potion."

"You are the Grim Reaper?!" Harry asked in shock.

"And you, Potter." Death did not deny his identity. "What exactly drove those people to come to you a hundred years later, willing to pay any price, at all costs... Was it really friendship that drove them? I'm very curious..."

"Well, let's not talk about any more useless topics, Miss Malfoy." Death looked at Cassandra, "Potter still has many years to live, and you, Cassandra Malfoy, you should have died long ago. I advise you to leave with me."

"What if I say no?" Cassandra asked, her head held high.

"I am deeply sorry." Death smiled, "But I am sure you will change your mind in a moment, Miss Malfoy."

After saying that, the figure of the Grim Reaper disappeared in front of them.

"What tricks is she playing?" Harry asked puzzledly: "I suspect she must have used some means. You have to be careful, Cassandra."

"Ah."

Cassandra nodded slowly, but before she could do anything, Ignatius Malfoy's voice came from behind them.

"Cassandra?"

He looked at Cassandra with some surprise, walked quickly forward, and looked her up and down.

"Merlin's beard, I've been looking for you for a long time. I've searched Gringotts, Diagon Alley, and even Knockturn Alley, but I can't find you! I didn't expect you'd already gone home!"

"Go home?" Cassandra asked doubtfully and warily. She racked her brains but couldn't remember which memory this part of the scene belonged to.

"Yeah, Dad has gone mad with anxiety." Ignatius sighed, "You are like a madman, going to look for that mud... Muggle-born boy. God knows how much we miss you. Forget it, just come back. Dad must be waiting for you in the house. Come in with me."

Cassandra was stunned.

She realized that this memory... did not belong to the past, nor did it belong to the present.

In other words, this was not a memory, but what happened after she drank the potion - what would have happened if she had not chosen to drink the potion and returned home.

Ignatius seemed not to have noticed Harry, walked past him and pushed open the door.

Cassandra followed and walked into the room.

Harry, who was watching from the side, didn't know the reason, he just thought it was Cassandra's memory.

Could it be that Cassandra ran away from home? He wondered in his mind.

As Harry entered the room, he noticed that Mr. Septimus seemed older than he had ever seen him before.

He was also a little confused. What was going on?
"Kath?!"

When Mr. Septimus saw Cassandra, he stood up suddenly. He looked at his daughter in disbelief, his expression full of joy as if some treasure had been lost and then found again.

"Dad." Cassandra smiled faintly and walked in front of Septimus.

"You are finally willing to give up that bastard, Kate." Mr. Septimus patted Cassandra's shoulder with relief: "Very good, very good..."

Cassandra said nothing, just stared at her father in a trance.

"Come and have a meal, Kate," said Mr. Septimus, and he looked at Ignatius and said, "Come along, Ig."

They walked out of the room and came to the spacious and bright dining room of the mansion.

As if to welcome Cassandra home, the kitchen prepared a sumptuous meal, even several times more sumptuous than the Christmas dinner Harry had at Nurmengard Castle.

Harry stood behind Cassandra, just like he always did.

"You can sit down too, Pott," Cassandra said, turning back to Harry. "Come sit next to me."

Mr. Septimus seemed not to see Harry at all. He just asked Cassandra about her well-being and what kind of man she liked. As long as she liked one, he would definitely help her fulfill her wish.

"Have some beef and potatoes, Kate," said Mr. Septimus. "I remember that was your favorite dish, wasn't it?"

"Yeah." Cassandra nodded, "Thank you, Dad."

Harry sat and watched, not knowing whether he should interrupt - he instinctively felt that there was something wrong with Mr. Septimus and Ignatius in front of him, but he couldn't open his mouth to stop Cassandra.

Yes, Cassandra has already lost her family, so what right does he have to stop her from enjoying a moment of family warmth?
The meal lasted for more than an hour before Septimus reluctantly told the house-elves to end the banquet.

He stood up and began to walk slowly through the Malfoy Mansion with Cassandra.

"Remember this place?" Mr. Septimus pointed to a small house and said, "This is the house where you and I had a quarrel - let me think, it was when you were six years old, right? Merlin, you actually awakened some of your magical abilities when you were six years old, and hid yourself in this small house. Your brother and I were so worried at the time... It was Camille who found you."

"Remember," Cassandra said to Mr. Septimus, looking tenderly at the little house.

"And here, your study." Mr. Septimus pointed to the study and said, "You don't let anyone in... Since you left, I have ordered this room to be sealed and no one is allowed to enter..."

"Since I left?" Cassandra frowned, catching the slip of the tongue in Mr Septimus's words.

"Come on, let us go a little farther," said Mr. Septimus.

They visited almost every corner of the Malfoy mansion, and neither Harry nor Cassandra had ever seen this side of Mr. Septimus.

Cassandra had never seen her father like this.

They walked all the way to the Malfoy family's secret treasure house, and Mr. Septimus waved his hand and opened the door of the treasure house.

"You stole the secret treasure left by Merlin while I was out, right?" Septimus said. "I was very angry at that time. I thought you would rather abandon your father and brother for a boy... But I was worried that someone would set their sights on the secret treasure, so I removed you from the family. To be honest, I have always regretted this."

"dad?"

Cassandra suddenly looked up and realized that the person in front of her was her father himself.

Mr. Septimus said nothing, but smiled slyly at Cassandra.

Before he could say anything, the voice of the Grim Reaper suddenly came from the side.

"Septimus Malfoy."

Harry looked up and found that the Grim Reaper had appeared in the Malfoy family's treasure house at some point.

But the Grim Reaper's expression remained calm, and he didn't seem angry at all.

"Remember our agreement, Mr. Malfoy." She said calmly.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Septimus smiled gently at her.

He looked back at Cassandra and reached out to wipe away the tears from Cassandra's face.

"If you want to get out, you have to stick with it, Cath," he said. "Don't question the choices you make. That's the last thing I can teach you."

After that, he patted Cassandra's arm, turned around and said to the God of Death: "Thank you for letting me talk to my daughter for so long. It's time for me to go back."

When he reached Harry's side, he pressed on his shoulder.

"Mr. Malfoy..." Harry said, looking up.

However, Mr. Septimus said nothing, and walked past Harry calmly to the side of Death.

"I respect my daughter's choice, Ms. Death." Mr. Septimus said to Death: "Whether it was a hundred years ago or now-"

Death's expression darkened slightly when he heard Septimus' words.

She snapped her fingers, and the entire Malfoy Manor, including Mr. Septimus, disappeared from sight.

Now, they were back on the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest.

"What a great fatherly love." Death said calmly, "It seems that your father will not blame you for this, right, Miss Malfoy?"

Cassandra's lips trembled for a moment, she wiped the tears from her face, her expression gradually became firm, and she raised her head to look at the god of death.

Harry reached out and took Cassandra's hand.

At the same time, the sky gradually turned pale.

Deep in the forbidden forest path, a bright light gradually appeared, making the entire forest look as bright as day.

"Let's go." Cassandra said to Harry, "Let's go straight ahead along this road..."

"Don't be so impatient, Malfoy." Death suddenly interrupted her, "You will never escape my pursuit - and you, Potter, you should know that the same is true for Grindelwald and Sweeting..."

"Go!" Harry grabbed Cassandra's wrist and turned around and ran with her.

The two of them ran quickly along the path in the forbidden forest until they reached the end of the path.

At the end of the path there was a door, like any door Harry had seen before, sealed by ancient magic.

The door was wide enough for both of them to enter together.

"Come in together," said Harry, still not letting go of Cassandra's hand.

Cassandra said nothing. She shook her wrist but did not shake off Harry's tight grip.

Harry pulled her and walked through the door.

……

In Merlin's Chamber of Secrets, Harry woke up suddenly. He took a deep breath, as if he had been holding his breath for hundreds of years and was longing for fresh air.

He struggled to stand up and looked at Cassandra lying on the stone platform in front of him.

At this moment, a tear suddenly fell from the corner of Cassandra's eye.

"Cassandra?" Harry called anxiously.

Cassandra slowly opened her eyes and looked at Harry with a complicated expression.

"I take that back, Pot, I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up with someone who's not much smarter than a troll."

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)