Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 299 Will You Be My Girlfriend? Cassandra?
"I really don't like spiders anymore."

A muffled voice sounded beside them, and Ron turned around to see Viktor looking displeased.

Of course, Viktor's displeasure wasn't directed at Ron, but at the spider.

Yes, it was the big spider that successfully captured him and trapped him in its cocoon.

Upon hearing Viktor's words, Ron felt as if he had found his tribe and family, and said happily, "You don't like spiders either, right? I hate them too, Merlin's stockings... God knows how I felt when Fred and George scared me with spiders when I was a kid—oh, Fred and George are those identical redheads, my brothers."

"What do you mean by identical red hair!" The twins were very unhappy after hearing this: "We are your older brothers, dear little Ronnie, and we are warning you, don't be naughty!"

Ron, whose nickname had been used, lowered his head, his face flushed, his freckles very noticeable.

“I know them both, they’re quite famous.” Viktor glanced at the twins and said to Ron, “I think they’d do very well even if they went to Durmstrang. Their personalities… well, they’re kind of outgoing.”

Ron thought to himself that it wasn't just his mother who was cheerful, it was as if his mother had opened the door for him, and he had come all the way home!

"So, are you still going to participate in the next Quidditch World Cup?" Ron quickly steered the conversation towards Quidditch. "You're my favorite Quidditch Seeker—besides Harry..."

Viktor assumed Ron was trying to save face for Harry and didn't pay much attention.

He smiled and said, "Of course I will participate. I plan to participate in several more editions until I get old and can no longer play Quidditch."

“It’s alright.” Ron patted Viktor on the shoulder. “Being a bit older isn’t a problem. The Seeker position is all about getting better with age.”

They walked to the auditorium, chatting warmly and happily.

The auditorium was decorated very well, and the space was expanded accordingly. From the outside, it looked the same as before, but once you went inside, you would find a whole new world inside.

The four long tables were made much longer, and no extra tables were added. Perhaps Dumbledore meant that those who had graduated from Hogwarts would find their own house's long table.

Of course, that's what they did. For example, the Weasleys all huddled around the Gryffindor table, chatting animatedly about Harry's recent moment of glory.

Mrs. Weasley insisted on knitting a sweater for Harry with a picture of Harry raising the Goblet of Fire on it. Harry smiled and agreed, not refusing Mrs. Weasley's kindness.

"Mr. Potter."

Lucius's voice came from behind him. Harry turned around and saw Lucius and his family, with Cassandra standing arrogantly beside them.

It's clear that Cassandra has this expression when her family is around—back a hundred years ago, whenever Mr. Septimus or Ignis stood beside Cassandra, her expression was even more proud than it is now.

However, Harry could tell that Cassandra's expression was an act—at least the haughty look wasn't directed at him.

“Mr. Malfoy,” Harry returned the greeting politely.

“Congratulations on winning this year’s Triwizard Tournament,” Mr. Malfoy said formally, extending his hand to shake Harry’s. “On behalf of the Malfoy family, I extend my sincerest congratulations to you.”

“Thank you.” Harry nodded, then said to Mr. Malfoy, “Would it be convenient for us to talk in private?”

“Of course.” That was exactly what Lucius wanted, and he followed Harry to the side.

"How much do you know about Voldemort?" Harry asked Lucius. "Has he sent you any invitations to summon him in the last few days?"

“Yesterday, the Dark Lord provoked the Dark Mark, but thanks to the magical item given to me by Mr. Potter, my Dark Mark doesn’t cause me any pain,” Lucius said in a low voice. “Of course, I didn’t respond to his call. The Dark Lord is now in his twilight years, and the Malfoy family can no longer rely on him!”

This was quite blunt; Lucius had no intention of hiding anything from Harry, and would say whatever he wanted to say.

That's right, they're all real relatives. Besides, for his great-aunt's sake, Mr. Potter will definitely lend a hand to the Malfoy family when it's time to do so.

“Of course I know, Lucius,” Harry nodded. “It’s a good thing that you can join us in fighting Voldemort…”

“Crabbe and Goyle also received the instructions from the Dark Lord’s mark, but don’t worry, I told those two fools not to make any rash moves. Now they have been successfully turned by me and are determined to break free from the Dark Lord’s evil control!” Lucius said with a resolute expression.

"That's good, that's good," Harry said with a smile. "We need to fight for every possible force. Besides them, is there anyone else? Like other pure-blood families who want to break free from the Dark Lord's evil control?"

Harry could tell that Lucius still harbored fear of the Dark Lord; otherwise, he wouldn't have used "Dark Lord" to refer to Voldemort instead of simply calling him Voldemort.

Legend has it that Voldemort placed a curse on his name, so that whenever someone calls out that name, the Death Eaters will know that person's location and come after them.

Harry understood Lucius's concerns, of course; he wasn't alone, he had a wife and children behind him.

Even if you don't consider others, you should at least consider your family, right?

As the Malfoy family exemplifies, family comes first, and this is exactly the point.

Even when Mr. Septimus was furious, he didn't resort to violence against Cassandra or try to retrieve Merlin's treasure.

Otherwise, Mr. Septimus would have discovered Cassandra's location long ago. Don't underestimate the power of the former Minister of Darkness.

“Of course there are some,” Lucius said in a low voice, “but this is not the place to talk. I think we can wait until after the banquet, when we find a quiet place, and I will report this to you in private.”

Lucius adopted a humble attitude and did not act like an elder just because Harry was young.

The Malfoy family, besides prioritizing family, is also extremely flexible. They don't mind putting aside their pride for anything that benefits the family or themselves.

Moreover, Harry was a legendary wizard from a hundred years ago, a man who defeated Voldemort several times, quelled the Ashbringer Party, and suppressed the goblin rebellion.

You won't lose face by bowing to someone like that.

The most important reason lies with Cassandra, after all, by all accounts, Harry can be considered an elder of the Malfoy family.

Respecting one's elders is not a big problem at all. "Of course, Lucius." Harry also acted very friendly. "Then let's wait until tomorrow night. I'll talk to Vivi about it, and you, me, and Dumbledore, the three of us can talk about it carefully together."

“Yes, Mr. Potter,” Lucius said with delight, then asked hesitantly, “Also, may I bring Cassandra with me? You know, she’s my great-aunt, and the Malfoy family should have her voice in the family.”

“Of course.” Harry was just worried about not being able to bring Cassandra along, and Lucius offered him a way out, like a pillow being delivered when you’re sleepy.

“Okay,” Lucius said happily. “Then tomorrow, I look forward to seeing you again.”

After their conversation, Lucius returned to the long bench in Slytherin, completely satisfied.

Cassandra did not go back with Lucius, but sat next to Harry.

Draco originally wanted to join in the fun, but he was ruthlessly suppressed by Narcissa and Lucius.

No, that was a close conversation between your great-great-aunt and great-great-uncle. Why did you, a little bastard, go and get involved?
I think you've eaten too many red beans! You're going to use any kind of magic lamp as a lamp!

“Congratulations,” Cassandra said softly after sitting down. “It seems you haven’t completely disappointed me, Pott…”

"Still calling me Poot?" Harry looked at Cassandra with a smile.

“Heh.” Cassandra curled her lips. “Harry, are you satisfied now? I know you really wanted me to call you by your name, so here you are—consider it my reward to you, you can think of it that way.”

Harry thought to himself, "You're really not being honest. You're using this opportunity to save face. You're really something..."

What a clever little ghost!

“Yes, that’s exactly what I was hoping for.” Harry nodded seriously. He had finally figured out how to deal with Cassandra. He now knew exactly how to handle a tsundere like her.

“Then,” Cassandra said again, “what did my good-for-nothing grand-nephew say to you? You can tell me what I know.”

“It’s nothing, just something he wants to discuss with me privately,” Harry said to Cassandra. “I’ve arranged to meet him tomorrow, along with Dumbledore, Vivi, and you. We’ll all talk about it together. What do you think?”

"And what about Grindelwald, that woman?" Cassandra's eyes narrowed.

“Ah, of course Vivi should be there,” Harry said, scratching his face. “She’s the Minister for Magic of Greater Germany, so of course we should use her political influence. That’s what Mr. Septimus taught me, don’t you think?”

"Hmph." Cassandra seemed quite satisfied with this statement, because Harry wasn't approaching it from any other angle, but rather from a "political" perspective, adopting a completely businesslike attitude.

Seeing Cassandra's satisfaction, Harry pressed his advantage, saying, "Then, Casey... I want even more rewards."

“What do you want?” Cassandra asked with a smile.

“What do you think?” Harry casually reached out and touched Cassandra’s little hand.

Over there, Mrs. Weasley casually blindfolded Ginny.

Children shouldn't watch this kind of thing. Ginny is only in third grade this year. She shouldn't be led astray by the world of older children.

Harry... well, Harry is different. For an outstanding child like Harry, dating in fourth grade isn't considered early. Besides... given the situation in the Potter family, they really should date earlier to avoid ending up like the Grindelwald family, which would have resulted in their lineage dying out.

Yes, it seems that everyone already knows that the Grindelwald family has died out.

"Ha, shameless Harry."

Cassandra said this, but she didn't pull her hand away, letting Harry touch and rub her hand.

Cassandra's small hands were very soft, and her wrists were round, smooth, and very delicate.

Harry kept touching her and didn't want to let go. How come he hadn't noticed before that Cassandra was such a treasure?
“It seems you really like hands.” Cassandra, still looking straight ahead, seemed quite interested in the pattern on the plate in front of her. “So… can I take that to mean you have some kind of fetish?”

Upon hearing this, Harry nearly spat the pumpkin juice he had just drunk all over her face.

No, I was just touching hands, how did that become some kind of fetish?
Come on, tell me clearly, what exactly did you mean just now!
"I was just touching your hand..." Harry sighed helplessly. "I didn't touch anywhere else. Besides, isn't it normal for boyfriends and girlfriends to hold hands?"

"Boyfriend and girlfriend?" Cassandra's lips curled into a smile. "I don't remember when I became your girlfriend, Harry..."

"Really?" Harry raised an eyebrow, then suddenly leaned close to Cassandra's ear and asked, "So now, will you be my girlfriend?"

Cassandra was surprised that Harry would launch such a sudden attack. Although the two of them had done everything they could together, Harry had never asked that question before.

Women value rituals very much, and even Cassandra is no exception.

"Ha." Cassandra's lips drooped. "What do you think, Harry? Do you think I'd like to be your girlfriend?"

“Of course I’m willing,” Harry said with a grin. “Otherwise, why aren’t you opening my hands now?”

Yes, as Harry moved closer, his hand was already on Cassandra's thigh.

Cassandra was wearing a dress today with a very long hem. Although you couldn't reach inside, it was still quite nice to touch her through the dress.

As a lady from the 19th century, Cassandra did not like revealing clothes. Instead, she preferred very conservative styles, such as skirts that had to be below the knee.

This also caused Harry a bit of trouble. In fact, it wasn't just Cassandra; Vivi and Papiyas were the same way—they didn't really like short skirts.

Harry just... he really liked seeing a glimpse of fair, smooth thigh peeking out between the skirt and the over-the-knee socks. He didn't know what the official term for it was, but he just liked it.

(End of this chapter)