Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 180 What is Shura Field?

Cassandra's words were not without trace. In fact, she had already told the "Grimm's Fairy Tales" story of Harry and Vivi at Nurmengard Castle at the beginning.

Her point was that she thought Harry would give her a kiss like the prince who kissed Cinderella to wake her up.

However, a wooden man like Harry would not be able to understand this kind of riddle - no matter how high his emotional intelligence is, he is still afraid of the Riddler.

"It's my fault, Cassandra." Harry said helplessly, "I should have been smarter so that I could know what you wanted."

Cassandra sat up slowly, holding her forehead with her hand, seeming to be a little dizzy. After a while, she said, "Okay, we should leave this damn place - I want to go back to the Malfoys."

"I suggest you wait a while. After all, you have been lying here for so long." Harry looked at Cassandra with concern. "When you have recovered enough, I will take you back to Malfoy Manor."

"It's been so long, the people in Malfoy Manor might not recognize me anymore." Cassandra sighed leisurely, "And you, I remember you are a Muggle, right? Without me, would the younger generations of the Malfoy family be able to interact with you peacefully?"

"I need to correct one thing. First of all, I am not a Muggle." Harry looked into Cassandra's eyes and raised a finger: "I come from the Potter family in the wizarding world - you know, that Potter family... In addition, I am in this era... My mother once defeated the most powerful dark wizard of this era."

Cassandra looked surprised when she heard Harry's words.

Then she shook her head and smiled, "If Dad knew you were a child of the Potter family, he would probably be so happy that he would go crazy."

"Why?" Harry asked stupidly.

Cassandra didn't answer Harry, but gave him a playful smile.

However, this smile did not last long, as a hungry sound suddenly rang out in the silent Merlin's secret room.

Suddenly, a suspicious red cloud burned on Cassandra's cheeks.

She turned her face away and pressed her belly inconspicuously with one hand.

Harry said nothing, took out a can of Coke from his wallet, opened it, thought for a moment, heated the can with a fire spell, and handed it to Cassandra.

"Have some Coke. Even though it's not carbonated right now, I heard that it's the first choice for people who haven't eaten for a long time to fill their stomachs." Harry said to her.

Cassandra reached out and took the can of Coke. Harry maintained good strength, releasing the carbonated beverage without raising the temperature of the can too high.

He also heard people say while watching TV that something like Coke is suitable for use at this time.

But Harry obviously forgot one thing, Cassandra was not a Muggle, but a wizard, and the Muggle world's ways did not work very well on her.

It should be said that even if Cassandra were given some lampreys now, she would not die of bloating like Henry I in British history...

Cassandra held the can of hot cola, sipped it gently, and squinted her eyes in satisfaction.

"Very sweet." She rarely said a nice word.

When Cassandra had almost finished the can of Coke, she slowly stood up and said to Harry, "What kind of potion is this? It's so effective..."

"Well, it's a Muggle drink called Coke," Harry replied.

As Harry said this, he was still curious in his heart - why Cassandra's clothes had not been eroded by time.

Is it because of Merlin?

Cassandra said nothing. She pulled out the magic wand that had been with her for a long time from her arms and wrote a line of beautiful handwriting in the air.

“Cola”

"Is that how it's spelled?" Cassandra turned to Harry.

"Correct."

Harry wanted to ask Cassandra if she had lost her powers, but the words stopped at his lips.

The moment before he asked the question, a string in his heart suddenly tightened - warning him not to ask this question.

It now seemed that Cassandra's magic was still there, which made Harry feel relieved.

Fortunately, the magic is still there.

"Let's go." She said comfortably, "Let's go back to Malfoy Manor together..."

After that, Cassandra grabbed Harry's clothes by the shoulders and dragged him forward.

The two walked out of the door. Fireflies flickered outside the door. They didn't know when the white mist quietly covered the surroundings, enveloping the forbidden forest, making it like a fairyland in a fairy tale.

Cassandra grabbed Harry, and the two of them twisted and spun in space. With a crackling sound in the air, they disappeared from the spot.

The next second, the two appeared at the door of Malfoy Manor.

Dobby came to their side as soon as Harry and Cassandra appeared.

"Harry Potter!" Dobby folded his hands in front of his chest, like a lady holding her heart: "The great Harry Potter has come to Malfoy Manor, Dobby... Dobby is honored..."

Cassandra couldn't help but sneer at Dobby's words.

"I never imagined that you are the great Harry Potter - and what I never imagined was that the Malfoy family's house-elves were proud of your presence here?"

How could Dobby tolerate anyone talking about Harry Potter? Even when Lucius tickled Harry a long time ago, he was a little unhappy.

He looked up and glared at Cassandra.

"You are not allowed to do this..."

Dobby's voice became increasingly quiet, and finally he revealed a look of horror.

"Oh my goodness - Miss Cassandra? Are you really Miss Cassandra?"

"Dobby," Cassandra snorted. "I never thought that as the Malfoy elf, you would actually..."

At this point, she glanced at Harry and said, "How can you be so flattering to a stranger?"

Dobby fell to his knees, whimpering, and banged his head against the wall.

"My God, Miss Cassandra has returned to her Malfoy Manor. If Master Septimus knew, he would be so happy..."

Harry pointed at Dobby in astonishment, then at Cassandra.

"You two know each other?"

"Dobby is Kiki's child, of course I know him." Cassandra snorted, "Dobby was born in 1892, the year you disappeared - he just happened to be able to remember when I left Malfoy Manor."

Dobby on the other side was still beating his chest and stamping his feet: "Oh my God, Miss Cassandra is finally back. You don't know - you don't know what the Malfoy family has encountered after you left. Fortunately, you are back! Miss Cassandra is back, and there is someone at the helm! Miss Cassandra is back, and the Malfoy family is saved!"

Just as Dobby was wailing heart-wrenchingly, Lucius appeared at the door of the manor, followed by Narcissa.

When they saw Harry, Lucius and Narcissa greeted him; when they saw Cassandra, Lucius' pupils visibly shrank.

He guessed the identity of the girl in front of him almost instantly.

But he was still a little unsure. After all... he had never seen what his aunt looked like, not even a photo.

"You are... my great aunt? Miss Cassandra Malfoy?" he asked uncertainly.

"It's me." Cassandra returned to her original domineering demeanor.

After Cassandra regained her composure, Lucius was immediately certain—she was definitely a Malfoy, otherwise it definitely wouldn't have that smell.

Ancestral.

"Nice to meet you, Aunt Cassandra." Lucius immediately stood up straight, like a primary school student, and introduced himself: "I am the current head of the Malfoy family, Lucius Malfoy, and this is my wife, Narcissa... a descendant of the Black family."

"Hello." Cassandra nodded with a faint smile.

After the two sides greeted each other, the excited Lucius hurriedly invited his aunt to visit her loyal Malfoy Manor.

After chatting for a while in the main hall, Cassandra got down to business.

"Lucius, where is my father's portrait?"

"Come with me." Lucius stood up and said to Cassandra.

Led by Lucius, Harry and Cassandra came to the cottage where the portrait was placed.

Lucius left very sensibly. He was obviously happier than anyone else about his aunt's return.

So he briskly returned to the main hall, intending to have a good chat with his wife Narcissa about his great aunt - for example, how to make his great aunt become Cassandra Potter.

The portrait in the room was obviously asleep. After all, it was night time, and even the portrait needed to enjoy a quiet night.

Cassandra walked over to Septimus's portrait and knocked on it.

"I seem to have said, don't bother me casually!"

Mr. Septimus was obviously in a bad mood, he said unhappily.

However, when he got out of bed and saw who had knocked on the portrait, he was so shocked that his nightcap fell off.

"Kath?!"

He stood up from the bed and squeezed his whole body to the edge of the portrait, as if he could get out of the portrait if he exerted a little more strength.

"You're back?! Did that kid from the damn Te family rescue you?"

"Yes, Dad," Cassandra said with a smile, "As you can see, I am back."

Mr. Septimus sighed, sat on the bed, and said exhaustedly: "Well, I'm glad to be back... I'm glad to be back..."

"I'm sorry, Dad." Cassandra's voice was very soft, "Please forgive my willfulness..."

"I don't blame you, Kate," said Mr. Septimus. "Everyone has the right to pursue happiness. Only you know whether the shoes fit you."

"Thank you for understanding me, Dad." Cassandra lowered her eyes. "Where is Ignisius? Why don't I see his portrait?"

"He's right there," said Mr. Septimus, pointing to the left.

Cassandra looked over and saw a portrait - but it was turned upside down.

She reached out and turned the portrait over.

Harry turned his head away subconsciously.

Sure enough, the first person Ignatius saw was not Cassandra, but Harry.

"Harry Pott!" Ignatius roared angrily, "How dare you come to Malfoy Manor! I will personally ..."

As soon as she said this, Cassandra coughed twice.

"Cath?" Ignatius' expression changed at the speed of light. "You're back - when? Was it this bastard who brought you back? Haha...it's not in vain that you're always so nice to him."

"As you can see, brother." Cassandra said softly, "I escaped from Merlin's Chamber, thanks to Pot—"

Having said that, she turned around and narrowed her eyes at Harry.

The teardrop mole made the expression look... a little hard to describe, but Harry's heart skipped a beat.

"He has a conscience and still remembers you..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Cassandra.

She changed the subject elsewhere.

After talking about the past for a while, Cassandra asked, "Dad, I saw you in the vision of the god of death—"

"See me?" asked Mr. Septimus, frowning.

"Yes, it should be your soul," she said.

She gave Mr. Septimus a detailed account of what had happened.

"You should know that the Grim Reaper can not only bring the souls of the dead to reality, but also weave dreams." Mr. Septimus said, "Have you ever thought that maybe he just wants to trick you into giving up waking up in this way?"

"But I don't think so, Dad." Cassandra turned her head away. "I think that's you, not an illusion woven by the god of death... What if your soul is captured by the god of death?"

"Oh, no," said Mr. Septimus, in a very casual tone. "You are the one who has escaped the boundary between life and death. Death will not trouble me."

Cassandra nodded hesitantly. After she chatted with Mr. Septimus for a few more words, Ignatius suddenly asked, "So, what are your plans now? Stay in the Malfoy family to manage the business? I can be your advisor."

"I want to go back to Hogwarts to continue my studies." Cassandra said, "You know, I haven't received any systematic wizard education since I dropped out of school in the sixth grade. Now I plan to go back to Hogwarts and complete my studies again."

"Well, if you want." Mr. Septimus nodded.

He added: "You must have met Lucius, right? According to seniority, he should be the grandson of Ignatius, so he is also your grandson. If you want to go back to school, he will help you."

"I know, Dad," Cassandra said.

"In addition, I ordered the room you lived in to be sealed." Mr. Septimus added: "Ignatius informed Abraxas, his son and Lucius' father, about this matter. I think Lucius also knew about it."

"Thank you, Dad," Cassandra said, looking up.

After leaving the room where the portraits were stored, Lucius had already been waiting not far away. When he saw the two of them coming out, he hurried over and said, "Aunt Cassandra, I have asked Lali to clean up your room. Please rest assured that she is always very efficient."

"Okay." Cassandra nodded slightly and said, "Thank you, Lucius. Also, you can just call me Cassandra from now on. After all, I am just a girl who looks less than 20 years old now."

"Yes." Lucius said quickly.

"Also, I plan to return to Hogwarts and start my sixth grade again to complete my unfinished studies." Cassandra glanced at the calendar beside her and sighed, as if she was saying with emotion: "I remember that a hundred years ago, when we had the final battle with Lanlock, it seemed to be on this day, wasn't it, Pot?"

"It seems so." Harry also looked at the calendar.

"If you want to go back to Hogwarts to study, I will arrange everything." Lucius said quickly.

Cassandra did not reject Lucius's filial piety and accepted his arrangement.

Harry spent that night at Malfoy Manor.

Lucius was busier, as he hurriedly delivered a letter to Dumbledore.

However, he did not receive a reply until the next morning, so he left Malfoy Manor in a hurry and went to Hogwarts.

After learning that Cassandra had successfully escaped, Dumbledore immediately asked Fawkes to deliver a letter to Vivi without saying a word.

What Dumbledore didn't expect was that Vivi was busy studying through the time turner at this time and had no time to receive his message.

Draco was also urgently called back home by his parents. When he learned that his great aunt had successfully escaped and returned to her loyal Malfoy family, Draco was happier than anyone else.

Of course, Cassandra also forbade him to add "great aunt" before addressing her.

"So what's written in the book is true?" Draco looked at his great aunt with twinkling eyes, like a fanboy... a fan of his great-grandson. "Are you also a legendary wizard?"

"I knew you were the most brilliant wizard, my god, it's such an honor to have you back at the Malfoy house -"

Draco's mouth was like a Gatling machine gun, he couldn't stop talking, and it was all praise for his great aunt.

But there was something wrong with his words, and they even implied that "if you return to the Malfoys, our family will be saved." Lucius, who was listening on the side, always felt that his son's skin was getting tight again.

What do you mean?
What you mean is that your father has led the Malfoy family into a ditch?

However, his aunt was right next to him, so even if Lucius wanted to educate the child, he had to ask Cassandra's opinion.

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, Lucius took a carriage and brought his family to Hogwarts.

The decorations in the auditorium today are no worse than when the school started, and all this is due to the generous donations from the school board.

The students who were unaware of the situation thought that today was a good day and they were whispering to each other, trying to find out what was going on.

At 4:30 in the afternoon, all the students were seated in the auditorium. After a while, Professor McGonagall came over with the pointed top of the Sorting Hat.

"I bet there's another transfer student!" The old hat struggled and twisted in Professor McGonagall's hands. "Oh my God, can't you come back in one go? You have to make me run two more trips..."

Professor McGonagall ignored the old hat's complaints and walked to the front of the guest of honor seat and placed the old hat on the chair.

Lucius and Narcissa sat at the head table, looking expectantly at the Slytherin table.

"Welcome—"

Professor Dumbledore stood up. As the major shareholder of Honeydukes, Dumbledore naturally changed his clothes.

Perhaps it was also because of the shadow cast by the nightgown, but Dumbledore changed all his clothes from inside to outside.

This will prevent me from being tricked by Senior Grindelwald again in the next duel.

“I am honored to inform you that in the new year, another student has joined us.”

Dumbledore opened his arms and announced to everyone with a smile: "But before she enters school, I think we still have to carry out our traditional sorting ceremony - now, please allow Professor McGonagall to sort this transfer student!"

It has to be said that the Sorting Ceremony was indeed very ceremonial, at least that's what Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall thought.

"Cassandra Malfoy!"

After hearing Professor McGonagall's words, the hall fell silent for a moment, and then everyone started whispering to each other.

Malfoy?
Another Malfoy?

Especially the young wizards from pure-blood families, they were the most shocked.

As pure-blood wizards, everyone knows each other's family situations - everyone knows the situation of your Malfoy family. Haven't you heard that Lucius Malfoy has any other children besides Draco, the little boy with slicked back hair?

How come a child named Cassandra appeared out of nowhere?

Could it be...Lucius Malfoy's illegitimate child?
Some people even think so badly.

Cassandra stood up from the Slytherin table, which was next to Draco, and walked to Professor McGonagall's side amid the whispers of her classmates. She sat on the chair and looked around the hall with a haughty look.

The case was solved, and the students were all thinking in their hearts - so arrogant, so conceited... he must be a Malfoy!

Professor McGonagall picked up the old hat and placed it on Cassandra's head.

Unlike what was expected, the situation did not happen that “the hat was sorted out before she could put it on”.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the results of the division.

Everyone originally thought that Cassandra was going to Slytherin - just when the hat was about to touch her hair, the old hat would loudly announce the sorting result; however, things were different from what they thought. The old hat was not as urgent as it was when it sorted other members of the Malfoy family. Instead, it put the hat on Cassandra's head.

This made some students curious, could it be...

She wasn't going to Slytherin?

However, up ahead, Cassandra had already started chatting with Old Hat.

"I said, can't you come back in time for the sorting ceremony?" The old hat said indignantly, "Oh my God, you have to make me run again. I really suspect that you Slytherins did it on purpose." "I don't want to be blamed by you, Mr. Hat." Cassandra said in her heart, "It seems that you haven't washed your hair properly for hundreds of years. I'm really afraid that your dirty hat will affect the color of my hair."

"You are so bad! Malfoy kid!" The old hat yelled indignantly, "Don't blame me for not warning you..."

"Why are you so dirty?" Cassandra launched a combo.

The old hat hit a sore spot.

The old hat broke the defense.

"You ask me why I'm so dirty?!" The old hat screamed, and the whole auditorium could hear his broken roar: "Then let me ask you - let me ask you... if you were a hat, then I would ask you, no one has washed you for hundreds of years, then I would ask you, is this the old hat's fault?"

"Oh, I think you hit the nail on the head." Cassandra said calmly, "Perhaps I can help you clean it up, Mr. Sorting Hat - at least you won't have to endure such dirt anymore, and the same goes for the students who come to Hogwarts in the new year."

"Slytherin! Slytherin! Slytherin!"

The Sorting Hat roared three times in frustration, as if it couldn't wait any longer.

Cassandra stood up and pointed her wand at the Sorting Hat.

"Miss Malfoy!" Professor McGonagall was a little anxious. She was really afraid that Cassandra would ruin the hat.

“Scourgify!”

A breeze blew by, and the old hat seemed to have been reborn, becoming... still very shabby, but it did look a lot cleaner.

"You want the old hat to thank you, but it's unlikely that the old hat will thank you." The Sorting Hat shouted.

Cassandra ignored it, bowed to Professor McGonagall, and turned back to the Slytherin seat.

Professor McGonagall glanced at Cassandra's back with a complicated look. She picked up the peak of her hat and left the hall.

"Now, I declare..." Dumbledore stood up and announced: "The banquet begins!"

In an instant, a sumptuous dinner appeared on the long banquet table in the auditorium.

"Wow."

When Cassandra returned to the Slytherin seat, Draco couldn't wait to say, "Oh my God, Cassandra, you actually cleaned the hat - I've wanted to cast this spell on it for a long time! If it hadn't announced the sorting results without touching my hair, I would have done it!"

Cassandra's eyes flickered as she recalled the first Sorting.

"Cassandra Malfoy!"

Deputy Headmistress Matilda Weasley shouted.

Young Cassandra walked out from the crowd and sat in the chair next to Vice-Headmaster Weasley.

Deputy Headmaster Weasley held the tip of the Sorting Hat, and before it even touched Cassandra's head, the Sorting Hat couldn't wait to shout -

"Slytherin!"

"This is the trait of the Malfoy family, isn't it?" Cassandra said in a relaxed tone: "Well, you should pay attention to some etiquette, Xiaolong. Let's try to keep quiet while eating."

Draco shut up obediently. Whatever the great aunt said was what he did!
"Gosh, I didn't realize there was a Malfoy," Ron muttered. "She's really Malfoy though, isn't she?"

"How do you know what Malfoy looks like?" Hermione asked in the same low voice.

"Look at how proud she is," Ron whispered to Hermione. "Look, only the Malfoys would show such an expression... Do you remember when Draco Malfoy came to our private room on the train in the first year?"

Hermione recalled and immediately nodded in agreement: "I think you are right, Ron!"

They are definitely a family! Hermione thought with certainty.

In the guest of honor seat, Lucius kept chatting with Dumbledore, and Dumbledore kept nodding.

After a while, Dumbledore called Miss Farley, the Slytherin prefect, to his side and whispered a few words to her.

When they returned to the dormitory at night, Miss Farley assigned Cassandra a dormitory alone.

However, Miss Farley did not know about the complicated relationship between Vivi and Cassandra, so she did not mention Miss Grindelwald who attended a Muggle school.

Harry found Cassandra early the next morning.

"Cassandra," he said, "I suggest that you go to Mr. Flamel's alchemy room and let him diagnose you..."

"I think I'm fine now, Pot." Cassandra narrowed her eyes and looked at Harry. "And you... I know that adolescent boys like you are always restless and want to chat with girls, but I still suggest that you practice your spells first."

"Your health is more important, Cassandra!" Harry was a little anxious. He moved closer to Cassandra and said anxiously in a low voice, "After all, you have been sleeping in Merlin's Chamber of Secrets for a hundred years. No one can guarantee what will go wrong..."

Cassandra's face flushed slightly. She snorted and said, "Okay, I'll assume you're right... but we're in school now. Do you want me to go to France to find him?"

"Mr. Flamel has come to stay at Hogwarts," said Harry quickly. "If you want to see him, we can walk a few steps from the Great Hall to his alchemy room."

"So that's how it is..." Cassandra half-closed her eyes and nodded, "Okay, I'll assume that you're concerned about me. Let's have breakfast first."

After Harry sat back at the Gryffindor table, Hermione came up to him and asked suspiciously, "Harry, do you know this Miss Malfoy?"

"Well, consider him my friend," said Harry absentmindedly.

Fortunately, Harry and Cassandra were far away, and his voice was not loud, so Cassandra couldn't hear it at all.

"Oh my God, if Vivi knew this, she would be so angry." Hermione said to Harry firmly.

"Will Vivi be angry?" Harry scratched his head and asked in confusion, "Why?"

Hermione felt a little disappointed, but she couldn't say anything more because she was also relying on her intuition and had no solid evidence. How embarrassing would it be if she guessed wrong?

What she didn't know was that Harry wasn't really that dull, because Vivi never got angry at Harry and Cassandra being together.

On the one hand, it was because Vivi thought that Cassandra, this stubborn and arrogant girl, could not pose any threat at all, and on the other hand, it was because... she was the one who came.

"Okay, okay." Hermione pouted, imitating Ron's helpless look. She thought she should try to contact Vivi -

So she went to the Owl Shed and wrote a letter to her father, asking him to call Vivi and tell her to return to Hogwarts as soon as possible.

Essentially, because of Draco, Hermione also hates Draco a little bit.

Draco left a particularly bad impression on her, and as a result, Cassandra might also be a little... not very human in her eyes.

Of course Harry had no idea that his good friend Hermione would actually steal the house. He was just explaining the tricks of the advanced Disarming Charm to Ron and Seamus.

But for Simo, this trick might just make the explosive hand more powerful - or he might have another trick in mind.

After dinner, Harry called Cassandra and walked out together towards Mr. Flamel's alchemy room.

However, not long after he walked out, Harry felt someone pulling on his clothes.

He turned around and saw Pappy.

"Harry, Harry~"

Hearing the cute female voice, Cassandra stopped.

She suddenly became alert.

But when she looked back, she found that it was the unicorn that made the sound.

Cassandra breathed a sigh of relief.

However, Harry's next words set off alarm bells in Cassandra's heart.

"Oh, Pappy." He smiled and rubbed Pappy's face, pulling her in front of Cassandra: "Look, who did I bring back?"

Pabbie had his eyes narrowed in a somewhat comfortable manner, but when he saw Cassandra, his eyes suddenly widened.

"Cassandra?" she exclaimed. "You're back? Oh, welcome, welcome..."

She cheered and circled merrily around Cassandra, looking very happy.

"Pappy?" Cassandra was a little unsure. "You are Pappy Sweeting? Pappy Sweeting from Hufflepuff?"

She couldn't even imagine that her former classmate had turned into a unicorn?
"Yes, I'm Pappy from Hufflepuff." Pappy said with a smile, nodding his head in Cassandra's arms: "Well, anyway, I've become like this... Oh..."

"What's wrong with you?"

Cassandra asked with a twinkling look in her eyes as she reached out and stroked Pappy's mane.

"I don't know what happened. Anyway, it must be that Magicmagus made a mistake in practice, so I became like this." Pabbie scratched his front hoof and said to Cassandra, "Since then, I can't change back. I can only be a unicorn - unicorn, look, does my horn look good?"

As he said this, Pabbie pulled his head out of Cassandra's arms and shook his head with his horns stretched out.

"Eh?" Cassandra reached out and touched the horn: "Why can't I feel your horn piercing me? Just now... when I was holding you."

"Because I can retract it." Pappy jumped up and down with a grin, "Come on, ride on me, I'll take you for a ride--"

"Oh, Pappy." Cassandra patted Pappy's head. "I'm not yet at the stage where I can ride my friends around like donkeys... I still have to go to Mr. Flamel's alchemy room. Do you want to come with me?"

"Great!" Pabbie cheered, she lowered her head again and moved her lips twice.

"What are you doing?" Cassandra asked curiously.

"Lower your head and eat grass!" Pabby said with a happy laugh, and then Harry grabbed his mouth and pulled out all the grass.

"Mr. Flamel warned you not to eat any food!" Harry warned, "If I see you eating anything again, you'll be in trouble!"

"Oh." Pabbie shrank behind Cassandra as if he was angry.

Cassandra looked at Harry as if she had seen a new world.

"This is the first time I've seen you act so bossy, Harry." She said in surprise, "Could it be that you've extended your power to your classmates who have already suffered misfortune?"

Pabbie, who was hiding behind Cassandra, stuck out his tongue at Harry, looking like he had nothing to worry about as someone backed him up.

In fact, Pabbie had always been hiding behind Vivi before, because Vivi was very gentle, while Cassandra didn't look like someone who was easy to mess with.

But it’s different now. When Cassandra sees Pabli trapped in the unicorn’s body, she naturally feels sympathy for him, so she no longer has the arrogance of the past.

In addition, since Vivi is already far ahead, Pabbi feels that he should also find an ally.

"If you want to see her die because of this." Harry shrugged: "Well, let's go to Mr. Flamel."

The three of them came to Mr. Flamel's hut. Except for Cassandra, Harry and Pabbie knew the location of Mr. Flamel's hut, so they were not affected by the Fidelius Charm, but Cassandra could only see an empty space.

He opened the door and dragged Cassandra inside.

Only then did Cassandra realize that she had arrived in Mr. Flamel's alchemy room.

"Oh, Harry." Mr. Flamel stared at the computer intently, the mouse moving rapidly. "Welcome to my alchemy room. What can I do for you?"

"It's like this, Mr. Flamel." Harry organized his words and then said to Mr. Flamel, "You know, just yesterday, Cassandra came back... I want you to help me take a look at her body and see if she will lose her magic power."

"Lose my magic?" Cassandra frowned. "Why do you think I would lose my magic?"

Mr. Flamel put down his mouse and headphones, looked at Cassandra, and smiled brightly: "Because Miss Grindelwald had this symptom before - didn't Harry tell you?"

Sure enough, upon hearing the name, Cassandra's eyes suddenly became sharp, and she even used more force to rub Pappy's ears, causing Pappy to cry out in pain.

She turned her eyes to Harry, and her expression was clear: I need an explanation, Harry.

"Uh, I forgot to tell you yesterday." Harry scratched his head and said to Cassandra, "Vivi is in Slytherin's study. I rescued her before Christmas last year..."

"Oh, so that's how it is..." Cassandra raised the corners of her lips: "I thought it was something else..."

Pabbie's cries of pain became louder, and she was still complaining wildly in her mind.

You don't care?! You don't care that your hand is so strong! Who are you kidding? Even a ghost wouldn't believe you! Oh, it hurts so much...

"Okay, okay, you're going to pull Pappy's ears off!" Harry quickly took Cassandra's hands off Pappy's ears.

Cassandra looked at Harry meaningfully. Even though Harry was as slow as a log, he could tell that Cassandra was in a bad mood at the moment.

But what good solution can he come up with?

You said you hid your information so deeply... If it weren't for that bastard Gellert's prophecy, I still wouldn't know where to save you...

Look at Vivi!

From the hiding place to the alchemical materials, everything was well prepared for me - although Gellert emptied her vault, it didn't take me too much effort...

"By the way, where is Grimdvor?" Cassandra asked. "According to my impression, she should be in love with you and stick together, instead of not being seen for several days?"

This was also the reason why Cassandra had always believed that Harry was the first one to find her - because according to her impression, Vivi wanted to stick to Harry every day, so how could she abandon Harry after she came out?

but……

Now it appears that this is not the case.

"Oh, I see." Cassandra covered her lips with one hand and said with sudden realization: "It seems that Grindelwald has forgotten you after so long... Tsk tsk, poor Pot..."

"Well, Miss Malfoy." Mr. Flamel raised his eyes and looked at Cassandra: "Before you confront Harry, I think you should explain to me why there is a page missing from my alchemy notebook. This is not what a lady should do."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Flamel." Cassandra stood up and gave Mr. Flamel a lady's salute. "Please forgive my willfulness. I'm deeply sorry for that matter."

"Oh~" Mr. Flamel smiled and said, "Don't worry, I didn't take it to heart because your father, Mr. Septimus Malfoy, has already compensated me."

"Compensation?" Cassandra asked.

"Oh, yes," said Mr. Flamel, and he stepped aside in small steps.

He rummaged through the pile of things and found a vintage lady's wallet.

Having found the object, Mr. Flamel trotted back and handed the wallet to Cassandra.

"This is something your father, Mr. Malfoy, asked me to give you. There is a sum of money in it." Mr. Flamel said this, reaching out to wipe his eyes. "Parents are pitiful... He was afraid that you would be alone and helpless in this era, so he asked me to pass this money to you."

When he said this, Mr. Flamel was indeed expressing his feelings about Mr. Septimus’ deep paternal love for Cassandra.

"Thank you, Monsieur Flamel."

Cassandra took the wallet solemnly and bowed deeply to Mr. Flamel.

"You're welcome." Mr. Flamel smiled and turned to Harry, winking.

Harry took a barely perceptible breath.

He is indeed a man who has lived for hundreds of years...

Look, the topic was changed so easily!
Mr. Flamel, you are this!
He gave Mr. Flamel a thumbs up in his heart.

"Oh, right, Harry." Mr. Flamel looked at Harry again, "I have almost modified the computers you gave me, making them more suitable for use by wizards. Look, whether it is the monitor or this mainframe, I have made in-depth modifications to them..."

As he spoke, Mr. Flamel showed Harry his new creation.

The monitor had been modified by Mr. Flamel to be several times wider than the original screen, but unlike the original large head shape, it looked very flat; Harry roughly estimated that it was thirty-two inches.

The picture above is also much higher definition than the computer Harry had seen before, and the operating system has also been upgraded by Mr. Flamel.

"I dare say that even in another ten years, Muggles may not be able to design a device better than this computer." Mr. Flamel said proudly: "In addition, I upgraded the operating system and named it 'Hogwarts 1.0 System'."

"Why is it called Hogwarts?" Harry asked curiously, "I remember your alma mater wasn't Beauxbatons?"

"Because I am at Hogwarts now, and this computer was given to me by you, a Hogwarts student." Mr. Flamel explained to Harry.

"In addition," he continued, "I added a lot of practical functions to this thing, such as online divination, simulated potions, simulated herbs, and other practical functions, ensuring that users can improve their abilities in all aspects through this method. Of course... it's a bit boring."

He even laughed when he said this.

"Then why don't you make all this into a game?" Harry asked tentatively, "Like you played Civilization 1, but in a different way... wouldn't it be more fun to learn in this way?"

You know what, after hearing this, Mr. Flamel felt that there was some truth in it.

"You're right. I'll try it now." Mr. Flamel nodded.

He was a man of action, and just as he turned around he was grabbed by Harry.

"Of course, there is no rush." ​​Harry said, "I still need your help now. I am a little worried about Cassandra's physical condition."

Hearing Harry's words, a hint of barely perceptible satisfaction flashed across Cassandra's eyes.

At this moment, a flash of fire appeared on the eighth floor of Hogwarts.

Vivi appeared in front of the Room of Requirement, holding a message from Dumbledore in her hand, which told her to come back quickly as there was an urgent matter.

Of course she knew what had happened, because just now during class, she received a call from Mrs. Granger, saying that Cassandra had returned to Hogwarts.

Mrs. Granger had no idea who Cassandra was, but Vivi certainly did.

Weiwei knew this day would come, but she didn't expect it to come so suddenly.

She had never thought that Harry would go to find Cassandra by himself without asking her to come with him.

After learning the news, Vivi returned to her room again, only to find that Fawkes was late - although Fawkes was sent out by Dumbledore last night, because Vivi's room was reinforced by ancient magic, he could not come in at night.

When Vivi left in the morning, Fox was dozing off sleepily.

Vivi didn't take her anger out on Fox, and in fact it wasn't its fault.

She walked into the headmaster's office, where Dumbledore was already waiting.

"Professor Dumbledore." Vivi bowed slightly as a greeting - whether according to the year of birth or the relationship from Gellert's side, it was not considered rude.

"You are finally back." Professor Dumbledore was a little tired. He said concisely, "Harry and Miss Malfoy are in Mr. Flamel's alchemy room. I think if you go there now, you should be able to see them both."

After learning the exact location, Vivi turned around and left the principal's office without saying a word.

Dumbledore looked at Vivi's back and the still turning revolving door, and took out a candy jar from the drawer leisurely.

He pulled out an Orange C candy, unwrapped it and put it in his mouth.

Hmm...very good.

I hope Harry is okay, he thought.

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(The last 4000 words are added with 24000 monthly tickets from last month)

(End of this chapter)