Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 242: Training Cassandra (Part )

Cassandra did not resist at all. In almost an instant, Harry easily broke through her defenses.

This defensive counterattack of Occlumency does not create resistance like the Imperius Curse. With the blessing of ancient magic, even a natural master of Occlumency can be easily hit by such a powerful flying brick, let alone Cassandra.

Even Miss Grindelwald, who wishes to remain anonymous, was unable to resist the sudden attack of Harry's new type of spell.

This kind of mind control is not the simple and crude kind of mental control that erases the self, but it retains a person's self-awareness while implanting the purpose of the operator.

After another dizzy spell, the two returned to the Potter Cottage (Cassandra's words).

Cassandra was in a trance for a moment, then looked up at Harry.

"Potter..." she murmured.

"It seems..." Harry crossed his legs and sat on the chair, "You have forgotten your identity, my Kate -"

Cassandra's expression changed slightly, and she slowly closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

"Owner……"

"That's right!" Harry said happily. It seems that the hard work has paid off. Hard work brings strength...

The hint he gave Cassandra was a maid's instruction.

In other words, Cassandra has now accepted her identity as Harry's maid.

Very silky.

"So are you still wearing this?" Harry asked as he looked up and down at Cassandra's Slytherin uniform suit, which had never changed.

"Understood, Master." Cassandra lowered her head shyly: "I'll get it right away..."

After saying that, she turned and walked out of the room.

Harry scratched his head, wondering if he had used too much force.

Before he could confess his sins, there was a knock on the door.

“Maid service.”

"Come in," said Harry.

As soon as the words fell, the door was pushed open.

Cassandra, dressed in a maid's outfit, walked in from outside. Harry noticed that she was wearing a small black leather collar with a bell on it.

It should be said that British maid costumes are all of the more formal variety - that is, a long skirt version of an informal short-skirted maid costume, with the hem of the skirt going past the knees and even covering two-thirds of the calves.

Harry could only see a section of her calf wrapped in black over-the-knee socks under the skirt, which had beautiful lines and a slender and well-proportioned figure.

but……

He was at a loss.

How should I start?

He suddenly missed Vivi a little. If she were here, she would definitely have a hundred ways to torment Cassandra.

As for Harry...she is not like Vivi, who is full of bad intentions.

When Harry didn't move, Cassandra spoke expressionlessly.

"Please give me your orders, Master."

Harry looked up and met Cassandra's eyes full of shame and anger.

The moment their eyes met, Cassandra looked away, trying not to look Harry in the eye.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked concernedly.

"Nothing." Cassandra didn't know why she suddenly became the maid of the bad guy Pot, but since that was the case, she didn't object.

Anyway, I did a lot of things to that bad boy Pote back then, so it would be good to let him do the same thing back to me...

At this moment, a plate full of fruits suddenly appeared on the table.

There is no doubt that it must have been secretly sent by Dobby.

Harry didn't know why Dobby sent such a fruit plate, but he knew now was the best time to use it.

"Feed me some fruit, Cath," Harry ordered without hesitation.

Cassandra reached out her small white velvet-gloved hands, forked a piece of apple, and held it to Harry's mouth.

Harry moved his lips and pushed the piece of apple into his mouth.

I have to say, it's really sweet.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but this apple is much sweeter than the ones I usually eat.

Of course, Harry had done a lot of this kind of work before. Ever since he was knocked down by money in the first grade and became Cassandra's follower, whenever Cassandra was reading or taking a nap on the recliner, Harry would always be by her side to serve her fruit.

On the contrary, Tiangang belongs to the present.

But now, Harry didn't feel any discomfort, he just felt very, very happy and very, very happy.

Some of the emancipated serfs sang the song.

But it's obviously not enough now, Harry thinks he should try harder.

On the one hand, it is to see where the threshold of mind control is, and on the other hand, it is to take advantage of this opportunity to have a good time.

If you miss this opportunity, you will miss this store. You may not know when you will get the chance to do so next time.

"Come here," Harry ordered again.

Cassandra looked at him in confusion, with a question mark floating above her head.

"Come here." Harry waved at her, "This is an order!"

Hearing the word 'command', Cassandra's eyes narrowed and she walked over to Harry's side.

Harry didn't look up, thought for a moment, and then ordered again: "Come here--"

For a moment, Cassandra took a deep breath.

But she still pursed her thin lips and sat obediently on Harry's lap.

However, her disordered breathing and trembling body revealed her inner unrest.

Harry really didn't expect Cassandra to obey his orders obediently. He thought Cassandra would suddenly resist.

It should be said that the girl's body was soft and full of youthfulness, especially when Cassandra turned her head and her hair brushed against Harry's nose. The fragrance of her hair made Harry intoxicated.

"Is this all right, Master?"

Cassandra's slightly stiff voice sounded.

You can tell that she feels a little uncomfortable with her current situation.

"Um, cough cough..." Harry coughed twice to hide his discomfort, but his hand was dishonestly placed on Cassandra's thigh.

Of course, as a gentleman, Harry did not touch anything else, but only placed his hands on Cassandra's thighs.

Even through the skirt, I could still feel the amazing elasticity of those round thighs.

The two of them remained in a stalemate for an unknown amount of time before Cassandra suddenly broke the silence.

"Let me feed you some more fruit."

"Okay," said Harry, grinning, "but - don't feed it with a fork."

"What should I use?" Cassandra asked in confusion. "Here..." Harry lifted one hand from Cassandra's leg, passed it across her waist, picked up a cherry from the fruit bowl and bit it in his mouth, motioning her to say, "Just like this, you bite it and feed it to me..."

However, what answered him were Cassandra's cold words.

"Are you going to eat?"

Harry immediately the boy stood at attention.

But at the same time, I feel like the taste is back.

Could it be... that she broke free from my spell?
Harry was a little confused, but the little maid sitting on his lap showed no intention of getting up.

So it seems that he didn't break free?
"What do you want to eat?" Harry started to act stupid.

Cassandra picked up a grape from the fruit plate beside her expressionlessly and handed it to Harry's mouth.

Looking at that expression, it's clear that I am only able to tolerate a limited amount of pain.

This really confused Harry. Was he getting excited or not?

Or is it that this mind control can only be achieved to a limited extent?
Oh, I retained a little bit of Cassandra's temper so that you know it's Cassandra you're controlling?

Ok……

He opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, a juicy and round grape rolled down his throat.

"Gulu."

Harry swallowed the grape in one gulp without even having time to peel or chew it.

"Eat more grapes, they are good for your health." Cassandra saw him swallowing the grapes and said coldly, "Look at how clumsy you are. This is not how you eat grapes. You have to peel them... Oh, I forgot that you are a Muggle master. How do you know how to eat a fruit like grapes?"

Harry remembered that it was Christmas in his first year. Cassandra gave him grapes, but he was so nervous that he swallowed them in one gulp.

Cassandra had a look of disgust at the time, but she didn't say "master".

Harry suddenly felt a little guilty. He felt that it was a bit inhuman to control Cassandra like this.

So he tried to break his control over Cassandra.

However, Cassandra remained calm and sat on his lap, feeding him fruit.

Even when his brain was shutting down, she stretched out her fingers to wipe the watermelon juice flowing from the corner of his mouth, and her flawless white gloves were stained with bright red.

I have to say that this strong contrast creates a very striking visual impact.

Harry: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
Didn't I break my grip on her? Why is she still like this?

Could it be that... the effect of this control is too strong?

"What else do you want to eat?" Cassandra asked with concern after feeding him the plate of fruit. "If you still want to eat something, I will ask Dobby to prepare it for you, my master."

"That's it." Harry shook his head.

"Oh." Cassandra nodded, curling her fingers and carefully wiping the fruit residue off Harry's lips.

Then, she raised her fingers lightly, and silently cast a spell to clean the gloves, immediately restoring them to their previous flawless whiteness and spotless state.

Harry decided to test Cassandra to see what was going on with her.

"What time is it now?" he asked.

"It's already twenty-one," Cassandra replied, "May I ask if there is anything else you need, my Lord?
"A qualified maid should know what it means to sleep with me." Harry showed a wicked smile: "Of course, as a reasonable master, I don't need you to sleep with me - how about warming my bed for me?"

When Cassandra heard Harry say "sleeping with her", her face suddenly turned red, and one could faintly see steam coming out of her head.

Her fists were clenched tightly, but they relaxed when Harry said 'warm the bed'.

Never mind, it's just warming the bed, that's what a maid is supposed to do.

Cassandra hypnotized herself, glanced at Harry vaguely, and said to him: "It is my honor - then, please allow me to take my leave first. As for the task of serving you a bath, it would be better to let Dobby be responsible for it, what do you think?"

Harry certainly knew what it meant to quit while he was ahead. He nodded vigorously and said, "Okay, okay, then I'll let Dobby help me take a bath first—"

After saying that, he quickly left here and ran to the bathroom.

After Harry disappeared from sight, Cassandra squatted on the ground, covering her burning cheeks.

ah ah ah...

This bad guy Poter...

Where on earth did he learn all this bad knowledge?

Don't let me know, or I'll...

However, she still remembered the agreement with Harry. After squatting on the ground for a while, she stood up shakily, walked to Harry's bedroom with unsteady steps, lifted the quilt and lay down in it.

Well, I'm just a maid for one day...

She hypnotized herself like this in her heart.

In fact, she was really controlled by Harry at the beginning.

However, since Cassandra was the daughter of the Malfoy family, it was impossible for Mr. Septimus not to prepare some strange and bizarre magical items for her.

But it happened that the necklace she was wearing now was the Merlin secret treasure that she had stolen from the family treasury.

The mind control only lasted for a few seconds before it was dissolved by the ancient magic protection on Merlin's secret treasure.

but……

Cassandra was willing to role-play with him, after all, they were master and servant at the beginning - although Cassandra never thought so, everyone except her thought so.

So, she also wanted to take this opportunity to compensate that hateful guy.

So that he wouldn't hold a grudge and go looking for that evil woman Grindelwald again.

Look at him, Merlin, that cute little Harry, how he has been led astray by that evil woman Grindelwald!
I have to admit that Cassandra has always had the same filter for Harry as she did back then.

Even though Harry has become extremely slick now, in Cassandra's eyes, he has only been led astray by that evil woman Grindelwald.

but……

What will that bad guy Harry do when he comes here after taking a shower?
Cassandra's mind was in a mess, extremely confused.

She didn't know what excessive demands Harry would make, nor did she dare to imagine how excessive it would be considering how bad he was now.

If he makes such a bad request, should I agree to it or not?

Cassandra wanted to agree, but she was afraid that the evil woman Grindelwald would take the lead in doing so.

That bad woman has already taken away Harry's first kiss, what if she takes away his innocence too!

But if she agreed, her upbringing as a lady would make it a little hard for her to accept.

In a dilemma, Cassandra pulled herself up under the covers and started to play ostrich.

Oops - never mind, no...

Before she could give up completely, the sound of a door opening was heard.

"Cath?"

Harry's voice reached her ears.

"Are you still here?" he asked.

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)