I'm in a crossover anime world, and I've been transported to Hogwarts twice.

Cassandra seemed to have been fully aware of Genichi Hanyu's philandering behavior all along.

Or rather, she had made some kind of mental preparation when she decided to accept this man from another world who possessed incredible power.

So when she heard that he had provoked three angel queens again, Cassandra was only slightly taken aback before a knowing yet slightly helpless smile appeared on her lips, and she didn't really take it seriously.

Especially when Genichi Hanyu emphasized that his relationship with Keisha and the others was purely physical, limited to sex and not feelings, the last trace of gloom in Cassandra's eyes dissipated, and her expression became more relaxed.

She knew him too well. Genichi Hanyu seemed carefree and unrestrained, but he had exceptionally clear boundaries when it came to people he truly cared about.

Cassandra listened quietly, her body gradually relaxing and even leaning back slightly, resting some of her weight on his firm chest.

After listening to Genichi Hanyu's account of the Demon Slayer world, Cassandra's gaze drifted somewhat distantly to the black lake above the lounge, which was maintained by magic and shimmered with an eerie light beneath the deep water.

Her voice carried a hint of wistfulness and longing: "I wish we could integrate this world into yours someday."

She turned her head slightly to look at Genichi Hanyu, her expression showing a hint of anticipation.

"If it works in the Demon Slayer world, then it should work in my world too, right?"

Her tone was tentative and deeply longing.

Genichi Hanyu sensed the dependence in her words, a desire to stay together for a long time.

His heart softened, and he tightened his arms around Cassandra, pressing his cheek against her warm neck. His voice was low and firm: "Yes, Cassandra, I promise you, I will find a way, and then we can truly be together forever."

Genichi Hanyu breathed warmly on Cassandra's sensitive ear, the two whispering intimately in each other's ears.

However, this warm and romantic atmosphere did not last long.

Genichi Hanyu's physical changes were so obvious and impossible to hide.

Cassandra almost immediately felt an undeniable sensation beneath her buttocks; that indescribable thing was pressing against her.

Her body instantly stiffened again, and the blush on her cheeks quickly spread to her ears and neck, like a ripe cherry.

She was filled with shame and anger, wishing she could jump out of this dangerous embrace immediately, but Genichi Hanyu's arms held her firmly like iron hoops, making her unable to move.

She could only turn her head and glare fiercely at the culprit behind her with eyes that seemed to be burning with flames, her gaze almost burning two holes in his face.

Genichi Hanyu naturally sensed the stiffness in the woman's arms and her murderous gaze, but his thick skin didn't falter; instead, he rested his chin on her shoulder.

86. Cassandra, embarrassed and annoyed, and her senior Tom.

Genichi Hanyu leaned close to her bright red earlobe and said in a voice that was a mixture of innocence and teasing, "Cassandra, you have to understand, you have several near-perfect angel queens by your side every day, and they are all quite enthusiastic and proactive."

"So it's only natural for me to have a lot of pent-up anger, right?"

He paused deliberately, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe with a clear hint: "So, my dear Cassandra, how about you take pity on me and help me out?"

"Go to hell you!"

Cassandra was completely enraged by his blatant and shameless words.

In her shame and anger, she didn't hesitate to bend her elbow and slam it hard backward, making a solid thud as it hit Genichi Hanyu's chest, which was as hard as steel.

Taking advantage of the moment when Genichi Hanyu was slightly relaxed due to the pain from taking "037", Cassandra jumped off his lap like a startled rabbit, quickly putting several steps away.

Cassandra stood in front of the sofa, her chest heaving slightly, her cheeks flushed, glaring at him angrily as if she were looking at some monstrous beast.

Genichi Hanyu rubbed the spot where he had been punched, but a carefree and roguish smile was on his face. Looking at Cassandra's cute appearance of being both embarrassed and angry, Genichi Hanyu found himself even more interested.

"Tsk, what a pity."

He deliberately dragged out his words, his eyes sweeping over Cassandra's shapely figure with naked aggression as he continued his flirtatious talk: "I'm really looking forward to injecting some of my own fluid into your body, Cassandra!"

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!!"

Cassandra instantly broke down completely, her elegant and reserved Slytherin prefectural image completely forgotten.

She was so ashamed and angry that she almost jumped up and down. She covered her burning cheeks with her hands and screamed in a shrill voice, trying to drown out the lewd thoughts in Genichi Hanyu's mind.

"You bastard whose brain can't hold anything but lewd garbage! Vulgar! Shameless!"

Genichi Hanyu was amused by her intense reaction and burst into laughter, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

He clearly didn't care about her scolding at all, and was actually enjoying it.

Leaning back on the sofa in a lazy and comfortable posture, he looked at the irritated Cassandra and thought to himself: Cassandra is really fun to tease!

However, Genichi Hanyu was just venting his frustrations and gaining some verbal advantage; he didn't actually take any further action.

It wasn't that he didn't want to graduate and savor this thorny rose, but rather that Cassandra wasn't fully mentally prepared yet.

Genichi Hanyu respects Cassandra and is willing to wait for her until she is ready.

This restraint is also a manifestation of the deep affection that Genichi Hanyu has for Cassandra.

To ease the overly ambiguous and awkward atmosphere, Genichi Hanyu cleared his throat and took the initiative to change the subject, his expression becoming more serious: "Speaking of which, what's been going on with that rat in the gutter, Voldemort, lately?"

The memory of that noseless, mischievous Dark Lord brought back a flood of old and new grudges.

Previously, I was too busy conquering the world to deal with him.

Now that Genichi Hanyu is back, he naturally wants to catch up with the old man.

Upon mentioning Voldemort, Cassandra's blush and embarrassment quickly faded, and she regained her usual calm and composed demeanor as a prefect.

She straightened her wizard robes, which had been disheveled during her struggle, and sat down in the armchair by the fireplace before calmly replying, "Ever since last time, Quirrell has been acting like a frightened bird, avoiding me every day for fear of attracting your attention. I haven't bothered to find out his whereabouts either, to avoid alerting him."

She picked up the long-cold black tea from the coffee table, took a small sip, and looked at Genichi Hanyu.

"So if you want to know his exact location and condition, you'll probably have to check it out yourself."

Upon hearing this, Genichi Hanyu narrowed his deep black eyes slightly, a sharp glint flashing across them before he nodded, a cold, predatory smile playing on his lips: "Alright, it seems it's time to stretch my muscles. I'll go find this dear senior Tom myself and have a proper, in-depth chat."

However, before setting off, Genichi Hanyu's gaze returned to Cassandra, carrying a hint of barely perceptible concern.

He leaned forward slightly and asked seriously, "What level of strength have you reached now? If that cunning Voldemort were to become desperate and attack you while I'm not around, are you confident you can guarantee your safety?"

This is not due to distrust, but purely out of concern.

However, these words were like a match, instantly igniting Cassandra's pride.

She slammed the teacup back onto the coffee table, abruptly stood up, her eyes blazing with anger, and raised her delicate chin high, like an offended queen: "Genichi Hanyu! Just how much do you despise me?"

The voice rose in pitch, carrying a strong questioning tone.

"In your eyes, am I Cassandra Worre so incompetent that I can't even handle a mere remnant of Voldemort? Do you think I'm just a useless pretty face?"

His chest heaved, clearly stung by the words of concern.

Seeing her flustered state, Genichi Hanyu sighed helplessly instead of getting angry. He stood up, walked over to her, and gently placed his hands on her shoulders, which were trembling slightly with anger. He looked directly into her eyes, which were burning with utmost sincerity: "No, my dear Cassandra."

Looking directly at Cassandra, his voice was low and gentle, carrying a calming power, "I know your excellence and strength better than anyone else. I'm asking this purely because I care about you, Cassandra. You are the most important person to me in this world, and the thought that you might suffer even the slightest harm makes me..."

He paused for a moment, not finishing his sentence, but the worry in his deep eyes was more convincing than any words.

Hearing Genichi Hanyu's undisguised, straightforward, and passionate words of love, Cassandra's anger was instantly extinguished, as if a bucket of warm water had been poured over it, leaving only a few strands of warmth and a slight lingering awkwardness.

His tense body slowly relaxed, though he still tried to maintain a slightly displeased expression on his face.

But the slight upturn of her lips and the softening of her eyes betrayed Cassandra's inner emotions.

She gave a soft hum and turned her head away, but her shoulders no longer resisted the warmth of his hand, and her voice lowered: "I know, stop nagging."

87. Something's Wrong with Hermione Granger

Beneath the towering dome of the Hogwarts Library, the air was filled with the distinctive mixed scents of old parchment, dried pages, and magical ink.

The afternoon sun streamed through the tall stained-glass windows, casting dappled beams of light that swayed silently among the dust motes.

Rows of dark oak bookshelves, like silent giants, stretch to the horizon, creating a solemn yet slightly oppressive atmosphere of tranquility.

In this ocean of knowledge, Genichi Hanyu's sharp gaze swept across the rows of reading tables, finally settling on that familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar figure.

Hermione Granger.

She sat alone by the window, her petite frame almost completely submerged by the thick books.

According to information obtained from Cassandra, Hermione Granger's behavior pattern had an inexplicable sense of incongruity.

This newly enrolled Gryffindor freshman is far removed from the rumored image of the 29 enthusiastic, helpful, and naturally close "know-it-all girls" who have a natural affinity for Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.

She appeared excessively quiet, even deliberately aloof.

Genichi Hanyu calmly pulled out the chair opposite Hermione, the wooden legs scraping slightly on the smooth stone floor, breaking the tranquility of the corner.

Hermione, who was engrossed in a thick, brick-like book on medieval magic theory, looked up at the sound.

When her gaze fell upon Genichi Hanyu's face, a complex light flashed across his signature large brown eyes.

It was not the curiosity or unfamiliarity of a first meeting, but a bright color mixed with surprise, relief, and even a deep anticipation of a long-awaited reunion.

This unusual expression flashed by so quickly that it was almost an illusion, but the corners of her lips involuntarily curved upwards into a clear arc, revealing an undisguised smile full of joy.

Genichi Hanyu took in all these subtle changes and immediately confirmed Cassandra's guess: this Hermione Granger was indeed a bit strange.

Something is very wrong!

Because the little witch in front of him, who was only in first grade, clearly looked as if she knew him, or rather, was very familiar with him!

This sense of familiarity is not simply a matter of having heard his name before; it is more like a deep-seated recognition ingrained in one's memory.

Genichi Hanyu sat down calmly, leaning slightly forward and placing his hands on the table, his deep gaze trying to penetrate the secrets beneath Hermione's calm exterior.

He recalled Cassandra's description: after arriving at Hogwarts, Hermione completely avoided contact with Ron Weasley, who was supposed to be her future best friend, and Harry Potter, the savior, and even rarely participated in the usual "troublesome matters" within Gryffindor.

She seemed to isolate herself from the crowd, her only passion being the life between the classroom and the library, like an insatiable sponge, frantically absorbing knowledge from the magical world.

This almost ascetic focus and incongruity with his surroundings were nothing like the energetic, somewhat stubborn, but also group-oriented Hermione Granger he knew.

Genichi Hanyu even had a bold but not impossible guess in his mind: could this Hermione in front of him be possessed by a soul from another world, or a transmigrator?

"There's something wrong with you."

Without beating around the bush, Genichi Hanyu looked directly into Hermione's unusually deep brown eyes and slowly spoke.

The voice was deep and assertive, carrying an unquestionable scrutiny.

Hermione's smile didn't fade; in fact, it became even more relaxed.

She gently closed the heavy magic book in front of her with a soft snap.

She tilted her head slightly, her brown curly hair cascading over her shoulder, her eyes calm and unwavering as if she had anticipated the question: "Oh? Mr. Yuzuru, then may I ask what's wrong with me?"

His tone was calm, even carrying a hint of amusement, which was completely unlike the reaction a first-year student should have when being questioned.

Gazing at the youthful yet mature and insightful face before him, Genichi Hanyu fell into a brief silence.

If you were to pinpoint what was amiss, he could indeed list a whole host of things: her eyes, her attitude, her behavior patterns, her deviation from the planned trajectory.

But the problem is, how is he supposed to explain this to an eleven-year-old girl?

Should I just say, "Hey, little girl, I know you from a story in another world. You're supposed to be a busybody, a lecturing girl, and a kind-hearted academic genius who'll become the core of the Harry-Ron trio?"

This not only sounds absurd, but it may also expose his biggest secret.

Just as Genichi Hanyu was carefully considering his words, thinking about how to probe for more truth without revealing his own information, he suddenly felt a strange sensation on his calf.

The touch was soft yet carried a certain deliberate rhythm, clearly transmitted through the fabric of the pants.

Genichi Hanyu: "???"

He lowered his head without making a sound, his gaze following the edge of the table downwards.

A foot dressed in white stockings and black leather shoes was gently rubbing against his calf in a way that was quite incongruous with its owner's age and carried a subtle, provocative undertone.

The gesture was small, yet full of implications.

Without a doubt, the owner of that foot was Hermione Granger, who was sitting opposite him with that calm yet all-knowing expression on her face.

No, this Hermione Granger...

Genichi Hanyu's heart was stirred by even greater turmoil, and his brows involuntarily furrowed slightly.

The incongruity of such suggestive body language coming from an eleven-year-old girl is simply outrageous!

Just as Genichi Hanyu was momentarily speechless due to this sudden and completely unexpected contact, Hermione spoke up.

Her voice was very low, like a whisper, yet it clearly pierced the silence of the library and reached Genichi Hanyu's ears, carrying a strange certainty and expectation.

"I have been waiting for you."

Hermione looked at Genichi Hanyu, her brown eyes staring directly at him.

"I'll wait for you to come find me."

There was no complaint in her tone, only a sense of relief that "you've finally arrived."