Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 433 The Malfoys' pressure to get married

The wedding banquet officially began, which also meant the end of Cassandra's career as a bridesmaid.

She sat down next to Harry, wearing that beautiful bridesmaid dress.

"You did a great job as a bridesmaid, Casey," Harry said, not forgetting to offer his praise.

“These are basic requirements for a bridesmaid, Harry.” Cassandra took the butterbeer Harry offered and took a graceful sip.

“See that?” Cassandra glanced in Vivi’s direction. “Look at Grindelwald… he’s a born politician. If I had to do something like that, I probably wouldn’t be able to stand it.”

“Everyone has their own choices,” Harry said with a shrug. “This is the life Vivi likes, isn’t it?”

Cassandra smiled, but said nothing more.

After the wedding, Sirius Black left with Miss Farley... no, now Mrs. Black.

The two of them returned to Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, and the others went home as well. Harry, however, went with Cassandra back to Malfoy Manor.

He actually wanted to stay at school, but Cassandra wouldn't allow it.

He tried one last time to argue that Anne had nowhere to go—but Anne smiled and said she could stay at Hogwarts for the time being.

Ugh……

It seemed there was no escaping it, so Harry had no choice but to compromise.

Draco was ecstatic the whole way, pestering Harry with all sorts of chatter—until the disgruntled Malfoys forced him back into his seat.

That clueless son...

If it were possible, Lucius would have wished he had never been born.

However, without Draco as a third wheel, an eerie silence fell over the carriage.

Harry placed his hand on Cassandra's thigh and took her hand as she tried to pull it away.

The two sat side by side like that until they arrived at Malfoy Estate.

“It’s getting late, Harry,” Cassandra said as she entered the mansion. “Let’s talk about seeing my father tomorrow.”

After saying that, she gave Harry a meaningful look, then turned and went back to her own room.

Harry's room in the Malfoy family has always been preserved, but it is some distance away from Cassandra's room.

Making an excuse, Harry said he was a little sleepy and went back to his room first.

In the middle of the night, Harry tiptoed out of bed and went to Cassandra's door.

He reached out and pushed the door, only to find it locked from the inside.

What should we do?

Harry wasn't flustered. He reached out and touched the lock, whispering, "Alohomora!"

With a soft click as the lock opened, there was no longer any obstacle in Harry's path.

He tiptoed open the door, then closed and locked it from the inside, before stealthily making his way forward.

Harry made his way to Cassandra's bedside and tentatively called out, "Cass?"

There was no sound except for Cassandra's even breathing.

Harry rubbed his ribs to bolster his courage, then lifted a corner of the blanket and crawled inside.

His strange hand reached forward and touched Cassandra's soft, cottony belly.

Cassandra remained completely unaware and slept soundly.

Harry grew bolder, and as he touched her, his hands began to wander...

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After everything was over, Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at Cassandra again, only to find that she had opened her eyes at some point and was looking at him with an embarrassed and annoyed expression.

"Ah, you're awake?" Harry said shamelessly. "I called you for ages, but you weren't going to wake up, so I just..."

But by this time, Harry had already made up his mind.

Cassandra was definitely pretending to be asleep; in fact, she was awake from the moment he entered the room.

However, he didn't intend to expose her, knowing that Cassandra was very sensitive.

"Shall we continue?" he asked tentatively.

Cassandra continued to stare at him intently. Harry had no idea what was going on, and just as he was about to say something more, he noticed that Cassandra's eyes had already closed.

At that moment, Harry knew what it meant.

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The next morning, Harry got up very early.

You don't understand the power of the humanoid Philosopher's Stone. In fact, as he grows older, the bond between him and the Philosopher's Stone deepens. He doesn't need to rest at all; sleeping is just a habit.

An ox with inexhaustible energy.

Seeing Cassandra sleeping soundly, Harry didn't wake her and walked out of the room himself.

Lucius had already gotten up and was sitting in the living room reading the Daily Prophet.

When Harry came out, Lucius smiled and nodded at him.

Good morning, Harry.

"Good morning, Lucius," Harry said with a smile, then looked around but couldn't find Draco, so he asked, "Where's Draco?"

“They should still be sleeping at this time,” Lucius said.

"Kids, huh?" Harry started making small talk, "It's normal for them to be sleepy."

Lucius initially wanted to say that Lucius was also around that age, but then he thought about the other person's true identity and decided not to say anything more.

He had long since given up on the idea of ​​"tiger parenting." And even if you're "tiger parenting," it depends on who you're comparing it to. Comparing it to Harry Potter? That's ridiculous.

Lucius knew his son's limitations and decided to let things take their course—no matter how much he pushed his son, nothing was as effective as building a good relationship with Harry.

By the time Cassandra woke up, it was almost noon.

After brunch, Cassandra led him to the portrait of Mr. Septimus.

"Ha, Pot!"

Mr. Septimus's first words upon seeing Harry were these.

As for the tone... I couldn't tell if it was good or bad.

But seeing Harry, it was inevitable that he would feel annoyed. "Hello, Mr. Malfoy," Harry greeted him politely.

"Looks like your godfather—Sirius Black—is already married?" Septimus didn't launch any verbal attacks at Harry; instead, he started chatting with Harry like old friends.

Harry was clearly surprised that his father-in-law would start chatting with him like this, so he nodded and said, "Yes, speaking of which, Casey was Miss Farley's bridesmaid."

When Harry finished speaking, he clearly felt Septimus's eyes light up, as if he had just said the perfect thing.

Septimus's expression suddenly turned serious: "Born into the Potter family, so when do you plan to marry my daughter? Don't try to change the subject; I'm asking you something very serious!"

“It’ll have to wait until after graduation.” Harry didn’t intend to glibly change the subject. “You know, you can’t get married until you’re eighteen. I’m only sixteen this year, so I have to wait until I graduate from Hogwarts, right?”

She is indeed sixteen, but she will be seventeen after the New Year.

"If I remember correctly, you seem to have three close female friends," Septimus said seriously. "What will happen to the three of them if you marry Case?"

"Uh, this..."

Harry suddenly didn't know how to answer.

“Alright, Dad,” Cassandra interjected, trying to defuse the situation. “We have our own plans for this, so please don’t say any more, okay?”

Cassandra's silence was fine until she spoke, at which point Mr. Septimus clearly lost his composure.

"Bott! You wretched brat!" he roared furiously, "What kind of bewitching drug did you give Cass?"

Cassandra sighed.

She suddenly stepped forward, took down her father's portrait, and turned it around.

The portrait, which had been hurling insults, was instantly silenced.

“Alright, we should head out now.” Cassandra glanced at Harry, who was brandishing his claws. “He already knows what he wants to know, and the rest is beyond his control.”

At this point, Cassandra paused for a moment.

Yes.

If my father were still alive, he would never allow this to happen.

After lunch, Draco suddenly approached with a sheepish look on his face.

"What's wrong?" Harry could tell from his expression that something was definitely wrong.

"There's something I want to talk to you about." Draco glanced furtively at his parents, then at Cassandra. Seeing that they weren't paying attention to him, he said again, "It's very, very important. Can you come over here first?"

Harry nodded and followed Draco outside.

They walked all the way into the garden before Draco finally spoke hesitantly.

"Yes, I have a friend..."

Yes, you have a friend.

What a familiar opening line! Harry immediately realized that Draco's friend was none other than himself.

"Yes, what's wrong with your friend?" Harry asked, suppressing a laugh.

“Well, my friend has fallen for someone,” Draco cleared his throat and said. “So my friend… knowing you’re pretty good at dating, thought I’d ask you for advice.”

"So what does your friend want to ask?" Harry asked.

"Well, the girl he likes..." Draco stammered, unable to continue.

“Briefly summarize what you like…the girl your friend likes,” Harry stated.

Draco cleared his throat and said, "Pureblood."

“Yes, pure-blood. Your Malfoy family would never choose a half-blood or a Muggle,” Harry said with a smile. “That’s a family tradition…”

At this point, Harry suddenly realized that this family motto originated from his mother because of him.

Because one of the ancestors' daughters fell in love with a Muggle-born wizard, resulting in a tragedy, the ancestor, deeply saddened by this, began to forbid his descendants from marrying Muggle-born wizards...

It's not really Malfoy's fault.

“She’s very good at Quidditch,” Draco continued. “And she has a lively personality, is very skilled with spells, and is also very beautiful…”

"You might as well just call Ginny by name," Harry thought.

To summarize all of this, who else besides Ginny could it be?

but……

“Ginny?” Harry scratched his chin. “Doesn’t Ginny have a boyfriend? You mean Dean Thomas from our house? Your behavior… no, your friend’s behavior isn’t very good. We can’t mess with girls who are already in relationships, can we?”

“I’ve already found out—my friend has already found out,” Draco said eagerly. “Ginny broke up with Thomas the day before yesterday…”

"Is the source reliable?" Harry asked suspiciously.

“Of course it’s reliable!” Draco patted his chest and said, “I even asked her sister-in-law, Draco, to find out the details…”

“That’s not right,” Harry suddenly said. “If it’s your friend’s business, why are you so concerned? You’re helping him find out what’s going on, and you’re even asking me for advice… Draco, could it be you who’s fallen for Ginny?”

Draco suddenly opened his mouth, as if to retort, but then pulled it back. He did this three times before finally lowering his head in dejection.

"Yes, I've fallen for Ginny." He said dejectedly, "But... do you think Ginny would like me back? Also, I don't think my parents would approve of us... but what can we do?"

“First of all, you can’t tell whether Ginny likes you or not until you confess to her.” Harry counted on his fingers for Draco. “Secondly, your parents can’t possibly disapprove of what you and Ginny have been doing. I think they might even be happy about it. Finally, liking someone is your own business. You have to be brave and go for it. Don’t be timid and hesitant like that idiot Ron, understand?”

"Like Weasley?"

Draco's pale face flushed bright red: "I would never be like that coward! I'm telling you! Harry! I'm super brave!"

But Harry didn't see anything brave about Draco; what he did see was that he was a coward.

However, you definitely can't say it like that; it would be hurtful.

He nodded and said perfunctorily, "Okay, you're very brave, extremely brave."

Draco clearly didn't catch the sarcasm in Harry's words; he raised his head smugly, then quickly lowered it again.

"Do you think it will work?" he asked uncertainly.

“Look,” Harry said, pointing at Draco, “I think you’ve relapsed into your old ways—”

"You!" Draco tried to retort, but then shrunk back dejectedly.

"What do you mean, 'what do you mean, 'what do you mean'?" Harry snorted. "Look at you, what a pathetic sight you're making! You should act like a man, stand up, and if you like her, be brave enough to tell her clearly—you've already found out that she and Dean Thomas broke up, isn't this your chance to step in? What if Dean Thomas gets back together with her? I'd love to see who's the one who's anxious and upset then—you don't want to see the woman you like being held and kissed by someone else, do you?"

Upon hearing Harry's words, Draco couldn't help but conjure up that image in his mind.

As he thought about it, he felt his fist harden, and he really wanted to point his wand at Thomas's face and cast some terrible curse on him!
(End of this chapter)