Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 281 Cassandra 2.0Plus
Harry's shamelessness once again refreshed Cassandra's impression of him.

Take a bath together?
Fortunately he can tell it!

How shameless!
Of course she knew Harry wasn't joking, even though he was grinning, even though he was lecherous, and even though he was still playing with that Triwizard Tournament golden egg in his hand...

However, compensation...

To be honest, she did intend to prepare a Christmas present for Harry, and had even prepared one a long time ago.

Even this Christmas present is...

Unfortunately, Vivi's arrival made her suddenly not want to send him off anymore.

But she forgot one thing: if Harry didn't receive a Christmas present, she would definitely make him compensate her.

Now is the time for Harry to demand compensation.

“Say something!” Harry was still tossing the golden egg. “I spent the whole day in Diagon Alley picking out a Christmas present for you… and you’ve forgotten the most important thing.”

At this point, Harry suddenly put down the golden egg, and his tone became heavy.

"Or is it that I'm not important to you, Miss Malfoy?"

"No!"

Cassandra instinctively denied it loudly.

“Really?” Harry’s brain was overclocking, going into high-powered CPU mode. “But I feel like you don’t care, Casey… You forgot my Christmas present, and you don’t care about me. It really hurts me.”

“No, I didn’t!” Cassandra protested.

She was already feeling guilty and ashamed about the matter, and Harry's rebuke only deepened her guilt.

"is it?"

Harry smiled, put the golden egg back into his wallet, stood up and said, "Let's leave it at that... Let's go, we should go back to school, what do you think? I still need to solve the mystery of the golden egg later."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the door.

However, when they reached the door, they found Cassandra still sitting there, seemingly struggling with her inner turmoil.

Harry ignored her and went straight back to school. After tidying up a bit, he video-called Vivi again.

"So you tried it my way?" Vivi smiled mischievously.

“We tried.” Harry shrugged. “Cassandra didn’t seem very happy… I think we went a bit too far? Did we hurt her a little?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Harry had a sudden realization and felt a chill run down his spine.

He looked down and suddenly felt something brush past his forehead and hit the wall behind him.

"Not bad." Vivi snorted.

"Haha." Harry chuckled dryly. "It's all thanks to the Blink ball... If you don't have that kind of agility, you shouldn't be playing Quidditch."

Vivi smiled, arms crossed, and continued, "Don't worry, it's only this much, it won't hurt your little lover... Here's what we'll do, you listen to me, go straight back to the Black mansion today, don't tell her... We can bet she'll definitely be at the Black mansion tonight, do you believe me?"

“I’m a little skeptical.” Harry sniffed. “Maybe I should go back and comfort her. I just don’t feel right doing this. You see… Cassandra, um…”

“I’m telling you, Harry…” Vivi sighed, “You can’t just keep catering to a woman like Casey like this… You need to make her realize the seriousness of the situation, understand?”

“I don’t understand.” Harry rubbed his nose.

"You're hopeless." Vivi rolled her eyes. "Don't you even trust me anymore?"

Harry thought to himself, "It's precisely because I trust you that I don't dare to do that."

Who knows what mischief you're up to...

But ultimately, that's not the right way to put it. After all, he's already hurt Cassandra, and if he were to hurt Vivi as well...

You can't just huddle in a corner with Papi and cry, can you?

“Alright, I believe you,” Harry said. “Then I’ll head straight back to Black’s house later, just in time to unlock the secret of the golden egg.”

“That’s my boy!” Vivi exclaimed. “Trust me, just do as I say…”

“Ms. Grindelwald, here are some documents that you need to sign.”

Miss Farley's voice rang out from the side.

"Okay, I'm hanging up now," Vivi said. "I'll be waiting for your good news of victory, okay?"

“Okay.” Harry waved goodbye to Vivi.

After hanging up the phone, he thought it over and over, and finally decided to just follow Vivi's suggestion.

But before leaving, a hesitant Harry dialed Sirius's number.

He always felt that it would be more reliable to ask the Godfather.

Of course, it's not that I don't trust Vivi; these kinds of things still require considering opinions from multiple perspectives, especially from someone like the Godfather, a master at picking up girls.

After a while, Sirius answered the phone.

"Harry?"

Sirius looked a little tired, but his eyes were still bright and piercing, like stars in the night sky.

"Did you receive your Christmas present? Oh, yes, that multi-functional little gadget... If you get tied up by Miss Grindelwald again, I think you'll need it..."

“What is all this…” Harry said with a black line on his face, “Vivi never intended to tie me up, that day was just an accident… just an accident, you know?”

“Oh, I get it,” Sirius said with a chuckle. “But do you really believe that yourself? Professor Dumbledore told me about that star and moon nightgown. Who do you think Miss Grindelwald prepared that nightgown for? Gellert Grindelwald? No way! Really no way?”

It's clear that Sirius Black is quite adept at being sarcastic and sarcastic.

Moreover, Sirius clearly treats his godson as his friend James, just as he used to treat Harry with the same ambiguity he showed towards James.

“No,” Harry said, his face flushing red. He decided to change the subject.

So he recounted in detail what had just happened to Sirius, including Vivi's advice.

To everyone's surprise, after hearing Harry's story, Sirius Black didn't say anything, he just kept drinking what looked like whiskey from his glass.

There were several stones in the glass, clearly making it "whiskey on rocks".

In the past, Scotland did not have ice. So when people wanted to drink chilled whisky, they would take some rocks that had been frozen by snow on the mountaintops from the riverbed and put them into the whisky to achieve a chilling effect.

The wizarding world has upheld this tradition well, and many wizarding pubs offer this authentic, chilled whiskey. "What's wrong?" Harry asked tentatively. "Did I do something wrong?"

Sirius thought to himself, "You're not only wrong, you shouldn't have trusted women, especially Miss Grindelwald, in this matter."

She's treating Cassandra like she's French!

To be fair, if we disregard the extent of Cassandra's psychological trauma, it did have some effect.

“Things are as they are now, and I don’t have any better advice.” Sirius sighed and said to Harry, “My advice is to continue with Miss Grindelwald’s plan… but I hope you can comfort Miss Malfoy after she gives in, understand?”

“Uh, I understand, Godfather,” Harry nodded quickly.

“Okay,” Sirius said, “if there’s nothing else, I’ll hang up now.”

“Wait a minute,” Harry said. “Do you have any other good advice? For example, advice about Cassandra. I know you’ve always been very authoritative on women, so could you share some life experience with me?”

“My experience is…” Sirius’s face scrunched up for a while before he finally said helplessly, “Sorry, Harry—I’ve never met a woman like that before, so I can’t give you any constructive advice. If possible, try to be direct with her; she won’t be able to handle that. Okay, goodbye.”

After hanging up the phone, Harry stared blankly for a while.

Alright, since the Godfather has said so.

He quickly packed his belongings in the dormitory, took Hedwig with him, and left the dormitory.

As Harry passed by the door, he saw Ron laughing and joking with Hermione.

These two are practically floating on pink bubbles, they look incredibly saccharine.

Ron stopped his playful antics when he noticed Harry carrying Hedwig on his shoulder.

"What are you doing, Harry?"

“I’m going back to Black’s old house; I have some things to take care of,” Harry said to them with a smile. “Don’t worry about me, you two carry on—I didn’t see anything.”

Hermione then belatedly screamed and turned to run back to her dorm room.

Harry patted Ron on the shoulder, gave him a knowing smile, and left the Gryffindor common room.

After standing there stunned for a while, Ron belatedly realized that something was wrong.

No, what kind of smile is that? What do you know?!
However, Harry had long since disappeared from Hogwarts Castle and had now arrived at Black's Old House.

The instant he appeared, Kreacher's voice, like the croaking of a bullfrog, rang out at the same time.

"Old Kreacher welcomes the distinguished young master Potter!"

It's clear that Kreacher genuinely likes Harry; otherwise, he wouldn't have spoken so forcefully, even startling Harry.

“Oh, Kreacher.” Harry patted his chest and wiped the sweat from his brow. “Please don’t do it so suddenly next time. I thought I was hearing thunder…”

“I’m so sorry for the trouble I’ve caused you, old Kreacher.” Kreacher’s back was even more hunched, but he didn’t seem to have any more of a penchant for punishing himself.

Or perhaps he only punishes himself when young master Regulus is mentioned.

That's what Harry thinks, anyway.

Harry was pleased to see him in this state of mind, so he said, "It's okay, it's nothing, just be more careful next time."

"So, what brings the esteemed young Master Potter back to the Black family manor?" old Kreacher asked, still holding Regulus's hand.

Regulus, on the other hand, was rather comical. He kept trying to bite old Kreacher, but the latter always managed to dodge him at a very strange angle.

“It’s nothing serious,” Harry said, scratching his head. “Run me some water later, I’m planning to take a bath—the Black family bathroom is still usable, right? I mean, the main bathroom.”

“It’s fine, Your Excellency, Mr. Potter,” Kreacher said, his back hunched. “Old Kreacher is honored to serve you.”

Having said that, he took Regulus's hand and was about to leave.

“Um,” Harry held up one finger, “could you please leave Uncle Regulus a little further away when you’re working on the bathroom?”

Kreacher understood Harry's meaning and said, "Don't worry, Master Potter, old Kreacher will put Master Regulus in a safe place."

Having said that, he took Regulus's hand and left.

Harry stretched and climbed the steps toward his bedroom.

Now that we're home, we should change our clothes.

After he returned to his bedroom and changed into his bathrobe, Kreacher appeared at his bedroom door.

"Your Excellency Potter, the bathroom is ready."

“Okay, I’ll be there in a bit,” Harry called out. “I’m going to take a nap first—”

He was indeed a bit sleepy. He had spent the whole night chatting with Ron and the others, and when they got to midnight, Seamus and Neville insisted that he show them the new features of his phone.

So, he started a game of civilization...

Lying in bed, Harry fell asleep without any difficulty.

When Harry opened his eyes again, he suddenly found that there was another person in front of him.

It was Cassandra, who had no expression.

“Oh, Cass?” Harry sat up and looked Cassandra up and down as she sat on the edge of the bed.

It's clear she genuinely wanted to make amends to Harry, especially since she was dressed as a maid.

Harry's eyes were not so honest; he looked down and saw a pair of small feet covered in white stockings peeking out from under the long dress.

Traditional British maid outfits have relatively long skirts, unlike the kind of maid outfits that resemble sex toys like those worn by Liben.

Cassandra held her head high, still with that arrogant demeanor.

But paired with this maid outfit, it somewhat resembles the disgraced image of a fallen noblewoman.avi.

"You're awake?" Cassandra scoffed. "I thought you were going to sleep until tomorrow."

"Why sleep so much before you die? You'll have plenty of time to sleep after you die." Harry stretched. "What time is it, Cass?"

Cassandra took out her pocket watch and glanced at it: "8:15."

“Oh, that’s time for dinner,” Harry said, sitting up. “Let Kreacher prepare dinner. After dinner, I need to solve the mystery of the golden egg.”

At this point, he deliberately asked, "What are you doing at Blake's old house? And why are you wearing those clothes?"

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