Chapter 178 If I knew you were looking for the sneaky cat first...
Harry cautiously took two steps forward and came to Cassandra's side.
"Miss Malfoy?" he called.
Cassandra in front of her was still in a deep sleep, with no intention of waking up.
"Cassandra?" Harry boldly called Cassandra's name.
However, Cassandra still showed no intention of waking up.
How to wake her up?
Let’s try using the magic spell, he thought. Maybe he could try the true-shape-revealing spell. What if there is any message left by Cassandra here?
Harry's mobility has always been strong. Thinking this, he took out his wand and chanted the spell.
"Revelio!"
The light belonging to the detection spell flashed, but there was no reaction.
The room was empty and there was no message.
Harry searched for a while, but found nothing.
It would be nice if he could leave some message like Weiwei did, he thought.
Wrong...
Since she didn't leave any message, why can't I ask her in person?
Although Cassandra is still in a coma and cannot speak, I can use magic.
Thinking of this, Harry stood up again and looked at Cassandra.
He held up his wand, still confused.
But...
Can Legilimency be used on someone who has been asleep for so long? He was doubtful.
Logically speaking, Legilimency can generally only be used on people who are eye-to-eye with the caster.
In line with the idea of treating a dead horse as a live doctor, Harry decided to give it a try.
He pointed the wand at Cassandra, made up his mind, and chanted the spell.
"Legilliments!"
There was a dizzying feeling, and Harry stabilized himself for a while before opening his eyes.
He found that he seemed to have arrived in a place completely shrouded in darkness.
There was no light here, so he couldn't even see his hands clearly.
"Lumos!"
However, there was no response. Then he remembered that he was in Cassandra's memory and could not use any spells.
Could it be that...Legilimency can't work on sleeping people?
Harry thought to himself, planning to stay where he was and wait.
In this level of darkness, it was difficult to have a concept of time, and Harry didn't know how much time had passed. Just when he had lost patience, a voice suddenly came from not far away.
"Crucio!"
A scarlet light flashed, and Harry instinctively wanted to step back, but found that a figure was already blocking him.
"Reducto!"
After using the magic spell to knock down the attacker, the figure knelt on the ground, seemingly suffering great pain.
Harry couldn't forget this figure, because he was all too familiar with the scene just now.
This memory was in the second semester of third grade, when he and Cassandra encountered poachers in the forbidden forest at night.
According to common sense, he should see him in Cassandra's memory, everything was going according to plan, but when he looked around, he didn't notice his existence.
"Miss Malfoy?" He walked up and asked with concern, "How are you?"
Cassandra's breathing was a little heavy, and she calmed down for a while before raising her head.
"I hope you can concentrate more, Po Te." Cassandra's gray eyes were full of disgust, "Look at you, you can only hold me back now. If it weren't for me, you would be in trouble. .”
"Are you okay?" Harry asked as before.
"Me?" Cassandra raised her lips, "You should worry about yourself, Pott. If I were...if I were you, I would have gone into the crypt to practice magic spells."
However, this time, Harry found that Cassandra was not as relaxed as she said. There were fine beads of sweat on her forehead, and she was obviously suffering from great pain.
"What are you doing standing there?"
Cassandra seemed a little impatient, as if she didn't want to stay here.
"Going back," she said.
However, just two steps out, Cassandra suddenly stopped.
Harry was stunned. He remembered that Cassandra did not stop that day, but returned to school with her head held high and went to the school hospital.
"What's the matter, Miss Malfoy?" Harry asked.
There was a moment of silence between the two.
"No need to pretend anymore, Mr. Death." Cassandra said in a brisk tone: "Your acting skills are very good, but there are still flaws... I have experienced such memories tens of thousands of times in my sleep, almost every time. I remember every detail..."
Harry was startled.
Isn't this Cassandra's memory?
Could it be that I have entered Cassandra's consciousness, and the girl in front of me is Cassandra herself?
Seeing Harry's lack of reaction, Cassandra continued: "I know you are very eager to harvest my soul into hell, because I try to break the boundaries between life and death - but please allow me to refuse, I There are more important things to do.”
After saying that, Cassandra waved her hand at Harry.
The space of consciousness suddenly collapsed, and Harry felt like he was back in the eternal darkness.
"Cassandra?"
he shouted.
However there was no response.
Just when he wanted to call again, the surroundings suddenly became brighter, and the light returned to this space again.
"Rumble...Rumble..."
Harry stretched out his hand to block the dazzling sunlight. When he came to his senses, he found that he was on the Hogwarts Express, dragging a heavy suitcase in his hand.
Sitting in the booth in front of him was a little boy with red hair.
"Come on, sit in." The little boy said, "There is nothing to be shy about - my aunt asked me to take care of you. Come on, put the suitcase here first."
Harry walked inside and let the little boy help him put his suitcase aside. "By the way, my name is Gareth." The little boy said, "Gareth Weasley, I hope you can be sorted into Gryffindor with me."
"Why not Slytherin?" Harry asked as before.
Gareth explained to him with a smile: "I don't think you want to be sorted into Slytherin. There are students from pure-blood families or mixed-race families. Muggles like you are almost Might be sorted into Slytherin”
"That's it." Harry nodded and said to Gareth: "I don't want to go to Slytherin either, because I hate the principal named Black..."
Upon hearing this, Gareth showed an expression as if he were seeing a relative.
He reached out, took Harry's hand and shook it vigorously.
"You will be my brother from now on, Harry!" he said.
While talking, the woman pushing a cart selling snacks opened the door of the compartment.
"Want some snacks, kids?"
Harry was about to dig into his pocket, but suddenly remembered that he had no money in his pocket when he started first grade.
Pay for it?
Check out the 16-9 book bar and see the correct version!
The only gold galleons he had was the remaining scholarship money after buying clothes and books, and he still had to save it.
"Let's have some of the same." Gareth said, taking out a few Sicos from his pocket and handing them to the saleswoman: "Let me think about it... I want two of these chocolate frogs. I like them very much, ma'am."< br>
After the salesperson left, Gareth arranged the snacks he bought in a long row on the chair.
"Try these, Harry." Gareth said with a smile: "Hey, I prefer snacks, and I can't help but buy them. I can't eat these. It would be a pity if they were wasted. , how about you help me eat them together?”
"Thank you." Harry nodded.
He didn't know what he should do now, but he would be right to follow the memory of that year.
"Chuibao Super Bubble Gum?" Harry picked up a piece of bubble gum and looked at Gareth who was unpacking it.
"Oh, this is a wonderful candy," Gareth said, putting down the licorice wand in his hand. "It can make people blow bubbles the color of bluebells, and they will float around the room for days without breaking - try it. Just know.”
Harry opened the package and put the bubble gum in his mouth.
He was shocked to find that he could actually taste bubble gum? !
Now he is also a little surprised. Is this a memory?
"What are these?" he asked Gareth, picking up a pack of chocolate frogs. "They can't be real frogs, can they?"
"What?"
Gareth raised his head and saw the chocolate frog in Harry's hand, and continued: "Oh, of course you don't know, the chocolate frogs all have pictures attached to them. You know, you can collect them. They are all interesting." I have almost five hundred copies of famous wizards and witches, but I am missing Agrippa and Potolemi.”
Harry opened the chocolate frog and took out the picture. The picture showed a man's face. He was wearing a tall magic hat and holding a long wand in his hand. He looked very kind.
Under the picture of the chocolate frog it says: Merlin.
The most famous wizard of all time. Sometimes called the Magic Prince, a member of King Arthur's court.
"Oh, it's Merlin," Harry said.
"Don't say you've never heard of Merlin!" Gareth looked shocked: "Merlin's beard... But I'm not surprised. After all, you are a Muggle-born, so it's normal not to know Merlin... …”
Just when Harry wanted to say something, he found that the compartment door was pushed open.
What appeared at the door was Cassandra—not the first-year Cassandra, but the Cassandra who was the same age as the one sleeping outside.
Cassandra was also a little stunned when she saw Harry who looked like a third grader.
She obviously didn't expect that Harry would be sitting in the carriage like this.
"Pote?" she asked uncertainly.
At the same time, she was also on guard, ready to slip away at any moment.
Of course she was worried that the person opposite was the disguised God of Death, but she didn't want to let go of any hope - what if it was Po Te?
"Cassandra!" Harry stood up quickly and looked hesitantly at Gareth, who was still introducing Merlin to the audience: "Well, do I have to finish playing the role of the one who is better for me?"
Seeing Harry like this, Cassandra breathed a sigh of relief.
The person in front of him was none other than Harry.
Death can become Harry, but Death can never imitate Harry's death.
"So, you are in the third year now?" Cassandra raised her head and stared at Harry with her gray eyes.
"Yes." Harry nodded and said, "I have been looking for you for a long time, but fortunately I finally found the place where you sleep -"
"You" and "you" in English are the same word, so Cassandra just thought it was Harry saying "I've been looking for you for a long time."
You still have some conscience, she thought, without going to find the Grindelwald cat first.
Hehe, if I know that you went to find that sneaky cat before me, you will be in trouble! Break!
"What's the situation now?" He added: "What should I do to wake you up from your deep sleep? In addition, I remember you mentioned the God of Death just now? What does this have to do with the God of Death?"
"As I said, I tried to break the boundary between life and death, so Death was not very happy, he wanted to take me to hell..."
Cassandra said this in a very relaxed tone, as if she was being chased by a puppy instead of being chased by death.
"I don't think you should get into this trouble, Pott." When Cassandra said this, her chin raised again: "If you help me, Death will pursue you at all costs. ”
"Fuck Death, I don't care." Harry cursed: "I only know that I want to take you back now!"
Cassandra smiled happily.
"I've warned you, Pote." She said proudly: "But what you have to do now is to play your role well - I don't want you to show your flaws and be positioned in our position by the God of Death, do you understand?"
"Okay." Harry sat back.
After answering Gareth's words, he looked up and asked: "So what is this now? I don't think this will be your memory..."
"Of course this is not my memory, silly and stupid." Cassandra's gray eyes revealed a light of disgust: "This is the happiest memory belonging to you, a silly little troll -"
I don't know why, but when Cassandra scolded her with disgust, Harry always resisted.
But Cassandra hadn't said that to him in two years, and when he was suddenly scolded, Harry felt a feeling of "this is how it feels"...
"Happiest memory?" he asked.
"Yes." Cassandra said, "I don't know where the key node is, but we will go through each other's happiest memories and find the node to escape from the dream - it seems that this is your happiest memory Ah, Po Te.”
When she said this, there was a hint of amusement in Cassandra's eyes.
She looked outside the cubicle calmly, because her... first grader was about to appear soon.
In fact, she didn't keep her waiting for long. Just after Harry and Gareth finished chatting about Slytherin, the compartment door opened.
Harry turned his head and saw a proud little girl standing at the door.
It was young Cassandra Malfoy.
The older Cassandra stood aside, looking at her eleven-year-old self with a faint smile in her eyes.
However...
The memory stopped abruptly at this moment.
(I started with four thousand today. It was too late for the family dinner and I was too embarrassed to leave first...)
(End of chapter)