Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 241: Too Shameless
It was already evening when they arrived at Malfoy Manor.

After all, the Malfoys were an old pure-blood family, and their etiquette was impeccable. They prepared a sumptuous dinner for the guests.

However, the couple mainly communicated with Sirius.

Harry also roughly understood the core of the topic, which was nothing more than that after two core male members of the Black family were imprisoned and died, the Malfoy family and some pure-blood families "took over" part of the Black family's assets.

Of course, this is understandable.

What Lucius meant now was that since Sirius, the heir of the Black family, had returned, the Malfoy family should naturally return the part that was "held for safekeeping" to Sirius.

Lucius also pointed out somewhat helplessly that some pure-blood families were unwilling to give up the former Black family's assets, which made him feel very regretful.

Hearing this, Sirius did not comment, but just nodded in understanding.

After dinner, Harry and Cassandra left alone, leaving the conference room to the three adults.

The two of them went straight to the cottage that originally belonged to Harry - yes, the cottage where Harry stayed at Malfoy Manor every summer vacation a hundred years ago.

It should be said that Cassandra's room was well preserved, while Harry's room... was a bit of the opposite.

"After you left." Cassandra seemed to be sighing, "Dad ordered your room to be changed into a room for elves to live in. Since then, Dad has become a complete purist. He hates himself for letting me contact you, which led to me..."

Cassandra said no more at this point.

"I know." Harry looked up at Cassandra. "Your father thinks you are hopelessly in love with a Muggle boy and are willing to give up your family for him..."

"Nonsense!" Cassandra shouted. "Potter! How can you be so shameless as to defame the innocence of a lady?"

"I'm just telling you what your father thinks. Why are you so excited?" Harry pretended to be puzzled. "Or..."

"Shut up! Shut up, shut up!" Cassandra aimed at Harry's feet and stomped hard, but she eventually controlled her strength, controlling the force to a level that would hurt Harry a little but not enough to hurt him.

Otherwise, with the pair of thick-soled leather shoes she was wearing, it was inevitable that Harry would get slightly injured.

"Well," Harry quietly rubbed the instep of his foot against his other calf, trying to relieve the numb feeling of being stepped on, "Is there something you want me to come to Malfoy Manor this time?"

"If there's nothing wrong, can't I let you go home with me?" Cassandra raised her chin, looking as arrogant as ever. "You have to remember your identity, Pot—you are my little follower. Wherever I go, you have to follow me. Do you understand?"

"Besides," Cassandra added, "I let you go out during the summer vacation of the fifth grade, and it caused such serious consequences. I think - I can't indulge you anymore, what do you think?"

Harry was stunned for a long time, shook his head and said, "I don't know what to say."

What exactly is this?
Some kind of play of imprisonment?
"This is still your room. I have already asked my father." Cassandra raised her head and said, "He allowed you to return to the Malfoy family again, but he also asked me to remind you to remember the agreement with him -"

"What agreement?" Harry asked knowingly.

Cassandra's face fell.

"Oh, I remember." Harry said in a very annoying tone, "You want me to take responsibility, right? Don't worry, I won't leave you alone..."

"Who cares?" Cassandra snorted. "Don't be so self-indulgent, Pot—"

Harry stretched himself and turned to ask Cassandra, "So what do you think? Will you go to the Black mansion with me tomorrow? Or will you stay at Malfoy Manor for a few more days?"

Cassandra said nothing, but just stared at him.

"If you want, I can stay here with you for a few more days, until you want to leave." Harry said very quickly, with almost no hesitation.

Such a high EQ answer obviously made Cassandra very happy.

"I'm glad you think this way, Poter." Cassandra smiled. "It means you haven't forgotten your identity. Then... you can wait for my notice. Maybe tomorrow I will let you take me to visit the Black mansion."

When she said this, she emphasized the word "guest".

It's obvious at first glance that he's saying one thing and thinking another.

Harry didn't expose her, but just smiled at her.

"So, am I going to live in this environment?" Harry looked around and asked, "I don't think this is for people to live in. Have you ever thought about cleaning up this room?"

"I told Dobby to do that before I left." Cassandra snorted, "It seems that this house elf has forgotten his job, right?"

With that, Dobby appeared at the door.

"Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!" He whimpered and banged his head against the door frame. "Dobby forgot the task assigned by the young lady. Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!"

Seeing that Cassandra had no intention of stopping Dobby's actions, Harry quickly said, "Okay, stop punishing yourself - you still have time to clean up this house now, and I don't mean to blame you..."

Dobby suddenly fluttered his eyes and asked hopefully, "Is that so? Harry Potter will not pursue Dobby's mistakes and allow him to make up for his negligence?"

"Yes." Harry nodded.

He and Cassandra walked out of the house, leaving the room to Dobby.

The two of them just looked at each other, neither of them looking away first.

But none of them was willing to speak first.

While the stalemate continued, Dobby suddenly opened the door.

"Dobby completed the mission," he said happily.

"Let's go in and take a look." Cassandra raised her chin towards the door.

Harry glanced at Cassandra, said nothing, and walked straight into the room.

Just as he walked in, Cassandra's face changed and she looked down at Dobby.

"Thank you, Dobby." She said softly, "If you hadn't shown up in time and taken the blame, I really don't know what I would have done..."

"It is Dobby's honor to serve Miss Cassandra..." Dobby said with a smile: "Dobby is willing to see the distinguished Miss Malfoy and the great Harry Potter get together, and hopes to see Harry Potter become the son-in-law of the Malfoy family..."

"Shh!" Cassandra stamped her feet. "Is that even possible?"

"Oh, Dobby understands!" Dobby smiled like an auntie. "Don't worry, dear Miss Cassandra, Dobby will do his best to help you make it happen—"

With that, Dobby disappeared into the corridor.

Cassandra was a little frustrated, but there was nothing she could do.

"What are you doing outside?" Harry poked his head out suspiciously, "Are you making things difficult for Dobby again? He didn't mean to do that, Cath."

"How could I?" Cassandra pouted indignantly, "How could I make things difficult for Dobby?"

"Then come in and take a look. Dobby's efficiency is pretty good."

Harry said, and drew his head back again.

It should be said that Dobby's efficiency is quite good, and he also made a one-to-one replica of Harry's room a hundred years ago.

Harry was even a little dazed when he walked in. Oh my god...

For a moment, he thought he was still in the Malfoy Manor of a hundred years ago.

"Do you like it?" Cassandra looked at the display in front of her with a smile, "I specially found the photo that was taken at that time. Here - this is it." She took out a photo from her arms. In the photo, Harry was sitting behind the desk in the room, smiling happily at the camera.

The girl version of Cassandra, who was about thirteen years old, sat aside, looking at Harry with disdain, holding a newspaper in her hand.

"It's this one..."

Harry's gaze seemed to penetrate the photo and travel through time.

“Ignatius took the picture of us, didn’t he?” he said. “I remember the picture… Ignatius wanted us to be closer, but you… well, you disliked me.”

"I don't dislike you," Cassandra whispered.

"Hmm?" Harry didn't hear clearly.

"I said, I don't dislike you, Pot." Cassandra turned her face away, "I just think you look silly when you laugh, and I'm afraid that you will infect me with that stupidity, that's it-"

"Oh, I'll take that as it is." Harry didn't expose Cassandra. He basically understood Cassandra's ways now.

It should be said that with the help of the Godfather, he is now really at ease.

How come there was no godfather to teach me how to get along with girls a hundred years ago?
Well...if there really was a Sirius Black a hundred years ago, perhaps he wouldn't even know any Vivi now, and wouldn't be very familiar with Pappy, and he would just be a son-in-law of the Malfoy family.

But people just don’t know anything.

A person's destiny, of course, depends on his own efforts, but at the same time, he must also take into account the progress of history.

Ok……

He suddenly remembered the advanced brain-blocking technique he had practiced before.

Isn't this a great opportunity to practice?
But this matter... Harry felt that he couldn't bring it up so directly, otherwise it would seem like a trap.

So he planned to make a detour and encircle the enemy.

But before he could say anything, Cassandra spoke first.

"What have you been doing mysteriously for a while?" she asked. "I remember you were always at Mr. Flamel's place, and you were dragging Pappy with you... What weird things are you doing?"

"Just discussing the possibility of advanced applications of Occlumency with Mr. Flamel," Harry said, spreading his hands.

"I seem to have told you that there is no need for us to waste time here." Cassandra stretched out her hand and rubbed between her eyes. "With this time, you should practice some spells."

"But I succeeded," said Harry simply.

"Even if that's the case, it will take a long time..."

At this point, Cassandra finally realized what Harry had just said.

"What did you say?" she asked in astonishment, "You succeeded?"

"Yes." Harry spread his hands and said, "Mr. Flamel pointed me in a direction, and then I succeeded after a few tries."

He wasn't lying at all, because he did fail three times and succeeded the last time.

Cassandra had to look at Harry again. She had known for a long time that Harry was quite talented, but she never expected that he was so talented in this aspect.

You know, except for natural masters of Occlumency, almost no one can master the advanced applications of Occlumency in a short period of time.

She pulled out her wand.

"Let me try," Cassandra said. "Let me test your learning—"

"Then we have to make it clear in advance." Harry said, "My brain blocking technique is quite special. No matter what happens, don't get angry--"

"Don't worry, I won't be angry." Cassandra snorted coldly.

She remembered the scene she had seen before, the scene of Pott and that shameless woman Grindelwald kissing on the bed.

How shameless!

The impact is extremely bad!

"You promise?" Harry asked uncertainly.

"I swear on my own name." Cassandra said firmly, "No matter what happens, I will not be angry!"

Got it.

Just waiting for your words.

"Ok."

Before Harry could finish his words, Cassandra's Legilimency was activated.

Almost in an instant, Harry's brain-blocking technique, which had been transformed by ancient magic, automatically overclocked.

Cassandra only felt the world spinning, and then she floated down onto the solid ground.

In the distance was the sun shining on the earth. Snow-capped mountains surrounded her. The dazzling light reflected from the snow made it difficult for her to open her eyes.

Isn't it summer?
Cassandra was a little confused, and then she thought that this was in Harry's memory.

Humph……

What about the brain occlusion technique? Didn’t I still break through your mental defenses?
However, before she could look for Harry, she felt a cold breeze blowing.

!!!

She was shocked to find that the wind... was as sharp and biting as in the real world?!

But isn't this clearly in my memory?

Then she felt the ground suddenly tremble.

Before long, a castle rose from the ground.

It was Hogwarts Castle, she would never mistake it.

The castle gate rumbled open, and a figure she was very familiar with walked out.

"Welcome to my world, Cath—"

It was Harry, with his arms outstretched and a cocky expression on his face.

"What on earth is going on?!" Cassandra asked in astonishment, "Why can I feel the biting cold wind in your memory? Why... why can you talk to me?"

However, Harry did not answer her question.

Cassandra only felt a sense of happiness filling her brain, and then, a voice persuaded her to surrender to Harry.

(End of this chapter)