Chapter 66 Cassandra’s Notes
After dinner, Harry took Ron to the eighth floor.
In front of the portrait of a troll beating silly Barnabas, Harry silently thought about the need for the Order's lounge.
"Hey, the door seems a little different this time." Ron said suddenly.
Harry raised his head. This time, what appeared on the wall was not the silver door representing the conference room, or the brass door representing the duel room, but the bronze door representing the lounge.
"Let's go," Harry patted Ron on the back, "You know, this room can change as you want, this should be a lounge."
Ron followed Harry into the Room of Requirement.
"Wow." He saw the distinct decorations of the four houses: "All four houses have accessories...wait, why do Slytherin have more chairs than the other three houses?"
Harry thought to himself, there were only eight people in the Order of the Phoenix, and there were only four Slytherins. How could there not be many tables and chairs?
Is it possible that you are a Hufflepuff or a Ravenclaw and you have to occupy four sets of chairs?
"Oh, Gryffindor is next to Slytherin, it's really..." Ron complained again.
Harry spread his hands. This was Velatia's request. She discovered the Room of Requirement, so she should be the one to design the layout.
For this reason, Cassandra didn't look good when she saw Harry for several weeks, because Velatia's seat was very close to Harry.
After Ron complained, he sat down in the seat that originally belonged to Gareth Weasley.
It makes sense, after all, Gareth is his great-grandfather.
"This is indeed a nice place, Harry." Ron stretched out on the chair like a stretched cat, and his fiery red hair became fluffy: "If you ask me, Hermione should really come to see it too. Look - by the way, don't we also need to absorb Seamus and Neville? Well, I think we should move all the Slytherin chairs over, after all, we don't intend to let the Slytherin people join us, do we? ”
As soon as Ron finished speaking, three more sets of chairs appeared in the Gryffindor seat.
"It's cool." Ron said excitedly, "I'll go to the window and have a look - the scenery here is much better than our Gryffindor Tower."
"Yeah." Harry nodded, and after Ron left, he sat in Velatia's seat.
My thoughts flew back to a hundred years ago.
"Harry?"
Velatia hugged Harry's arm.
"Huh? Ah..." He responded subconsciously like a goose.
"Come and see the scenery with me. You know, the Slytherin common room is underground, and we usually don't get such a good view." Velatia said, dragging Harry towards the window.
"I want to remind you that this is the Room of Requirement and the meeting room of the Order of the Phoenix." Cassandra's cold voice sounded from behind, her tone full of disgust: "It is winter, and it is not the time when magical animals reproduce. spring, you two..."
Before she finished speaking, she saw Velatia turning her head.
Those beautiful violet eyes were as curved as crescent moons, and a victor's demonstrative smile appeared on her thin lips.
"The moonlight is so beautiful tonight." Velatia said.
"The moonlight is so beautiful tonight." Harry murmured as he looked out the window.
"Right?" Ron replied without a word, "Look, our dormitory doesn't have such a good view that can take in the entire Black Lake - you see, Percy and Fred are fighting. No, Lee Jordan also joined the battle group...Eh?"
"What's wrong?" Harry asked absently.
"There is a notebook here." Ron bent down and picked up the notebook from the cabinet nearby. "There is also a letter in the notebook, Harry. It says C.C. Malfoy...is the ancestor of the Malfoy family. I know that Draco Malfoy’s father is Lucius, and his grandfather is Abraxas Malfoy, and neither of his abbreviations is C.C.”
C.C. Malfoy?
Harry stood up suddenly and walked to Ron's side.
"Where is it? Let me see!" he said impatiently.
"Oh, here." Ron handed the notebook and letter to Harry, and asked hesitantly: "Harry, after all, these are other people's notebooks and letters. Let's just look at them like this... isn't it good?"
Harry looked at him, turned around and walked back. Ron shrugged. He was not curious about the ancestors of the Malfoy family. He was really afraid of avoiding the Malfoy family. Instead, he continued to look down at the fight of the three brothers with interest.
C.C. is the abbreviation of Cassandra's name, and her full name is Cassandra Cecilia Malfoy.
Sitting back in his seat, Harry opened the letter first.
【Grindelwald:
I'm sorry that I refuse your proposal. Even using a time turner to go one year into the future will be very costly, let alone going a hundred years into the future to find traces of Potter.
I hope your love brain filled with pink bubbles will think about it carefully. You should face reality instead of abandoning your parents and younger brother for a boy and foolishly pursuing illusory assumptions.
Maybe you are just like that Potter, arrogant and arrogant... No matter what, I will not accept your proposal to find a boy who has nothing to do with me.
——C.C. Malfoy】
Even though he had been mentally prepared, Harry still felt a little sad.
Why...
Cassandra was so annoying, always arrogantly pointing fingers at herself and humiliating her in every possible way.
I thought I could accept this reality, but when I saw this letter, why did I feel lost?
Check out the 16-9 book bar and see the correct version!
Maybe Cassandra was right. She still had a family, a father and brother who loved her deeply. Harry could not forget the proud and beaming look on Cassandra's face every time she mentioned "my dad".
A child who does not get his father's love will not always show off his father to others.
Just like Draco Malfoy, even if Harry didn't like this young man with poor quality who was worth 258,000 yuan, he still had to admit that Draco had a family who loved him deeply.
He read the letter three times, and finally sighed sadly, folded the letter and stuffed it into the back of the notebook.
Then he opened the notebook, and Cassandra's name was signed on the title page.
It's Cassandra's Curse Notes.
Harry opened the note and looked at the front. It should have been written from the first grade.
Another application of the fluorescent spell...the feasibility of the levitating spell to pull objects...
[What a pity, that Potter went to Gryffindor, I thought I could make him my follower...]
[Look at his eyes, they are green and timid like a deer. He is quite cute. It would be great if he had a younger brother like this. 】
Exploring the casting skills of the coma spell...
[Potter...lazy! arrogant! Incorrigible... How can such a person survive in a magical world where dark wizards are everywhere...】
[This Potter... actually asked me about the old robe I wanted to wear. It's really...]
I just said it casually, Harry thought to himself speechlessly.
Turning back further, there are still thoughts on the curse mixed with Cassandra's description of him.
Practical tips for the Disarming Charm...how to cast Thunderbolt Blast faster...
[Today, I encountered the dark wizard in the Forbidden Forest with that hopelessly stupid Potter. He is really a burden, clumsy, and can’t even use magic spells... Ha, I hope he can realize his weakness and be obedient. Be a follower behind me. 】
[It does hurt to be hit by a curse, but as a pure-blood, I will not sit back and watch dark wizards torture Muggles. 】
[Yes, that’s it. 】
Harry felt his nose was a little sore. He raised his head, and the bright moonlight shone on his face.
The night wind blew through his hair, just like that night in the Forbidden Forest.
(End of chapter)