Chapter 230 Do you still have any shame? Breaking the special!
"My words just now have been clear, so...Next..."
"Control your thoughts and clear your thoughts..."
“Legilliments”
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1990, Surrey.
"Hey! Big fool!"
A fat boy with a short nose threatened little Harry: "Be my sandbag, do you understand? Otherwise, it will tell you the truth!"
When saying this, the little fat man pointed his fist with his finger at the other hand.
Seeing the little fat man bullying himself and following a few boys behind him, Harry ran away without looking back.
However, this run didn't matter, he ran to a dead end.
"I warned you, freak!" The little fat man was maliciously ready to rub his hands, "You run away like this will only make me even more angry... Are you ready? I will beat your face hard!"
After the threat, the little fat man flew forward and rushed towards Little Harry with several students behind him.
However, something strange happened, and little Harry suddenly disappeared.
The teams who had been killed in the air looked at each other, and no one knew what was going on.
"Where is the person?!" the little fat man asked in horror.
"I don't know..." A thin monkey next to him also said in surprise. He obviously didn't react to what had happened.
"Where!"
Another person pointed to the roof in the distance and said, "Where is that guy! How did he get up!"
In 1887, the train.
"Listen to my dad, is there a Muggle seed coming to school this time?"
The young Cassandra pushed open the door of the train compartment. Although the little girl was not old, her straight and golden hair made her look like a little adult.
"It's in this compartment?"
"Hello, you..."
Little Harry stood up subconsciously and greeted Cassandra timidly.
"Oh, it turns out it's you, the boy wearing glasses."
Cassandra's eyes did not discriminate or contempt, but her attitude of speaking was high and unpleasant.
But in this private room, Gareth Weasley was the only one who was unhappy. Harry didn't think the girl's attitude was anything, and he even thought that this attitude was quite good.
Compared to Dudli, it is already as gentle as the spring breeze.
"Depending on your appearance, you probably won't be assigned to Slytherin, right?" Cassandra frowned and looked at Harry, "I think you are more suitable for Hufflepuff, maybe Gryffindor can do it too...but you don't belong to Slytherin."
"I won't go to Slytherin, dear lady." Little Harry said hurriedly.
"Hmph."
Gareth snorted coldly to show his existence.
Cassandra turned her head and glanced at Gareth, who was snorting coldly.
"Let me guess, red hair, expressionless face - you must be Weasley... My dad said that you don't seem to care much about the concept of pure blood."
Gareth didn't dare to speak, after all, Cassandra didn't say anything too much.
Although his aunt was the vice-principal of Hogwarts, the father of Miss Malfoy, who was in front of him, did not dare to offend the existence of the principal Mr. Black.
"He can be your friend, Muggle-Grown Boy."
Cassandra's tone was very uncomfortable, as if she was in command, not in evaluation.
"Okay, I understand, dear lady." Harry replied obediently.
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In 1888, Malfoy Manor.
"Is this your preparation? Popular?"
Kassandra looked down at Harry who was limping on the ground with a deep breath: "Stand up, Pote-I won't allow you to escape!"
"I, I really can't beat you, Miss Malfoy..." Harry gasped. He really couldn't stand Cassandra's curse.
"Stand up!"
Kassandra scolded, "I'll let you stand!"
Harry had to stand up from his heart, after all, the other party was the employer and he still controlled his scholarship...
As long as Miss Malfoy comes home and says something bad about him to Mr Malfoy, his scholarship will be gone in school...
There is no scholarship, let alone buying books, wherever you go on vacation will become a big problem.
"Depulso (retreat three feet away)!"
A red light flashed from the head of Cassandra's staff, and Harry flew out again and landed heavily on the ground.
“Leviosa (floating)!”
"Why don't you go away!" She stood beside Harry floating in the air, looking bad.
"You didn't say you could go away..."
Harry said timidly, he still remembered Miss Malfoy's previous request - to make a sandbag.
"Before, well, when Dudley asked me to make sandbags, he never allowed me to dodge... But I always ran very fast, and he was very angry..."
Kassandraton lived.
"I allow you to dodge, Pot." She turned around, unable to see clearly: "You must dodge, and fight back - if you just need a sandbag that won't fight back, I can buy a few training dummies instead of practicing spells with you here, do you understand?"
"Oh, I get it, Miss Malfoy." Harry nodded.
He felt relieved and was still thinking... It seemed that Miss Malfoy was not a bad person.
At least it is different from Dudley's cousin, and he has no intention of seeking joy with his pain.
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1889, Hogwarts.
“Expelliarmus (except your weapon)!”
The wand in Kassandra's hand flew out in a swirl and landed in Harry's hand.
"Good job, awesome."
Cassandra was not angry, but showed a satisfied look.
"Thank you for your teaching, Miss Malfoy."
Harry stepped forward and handed the wand to Cassandra.
Cassandra took the wand from Harry's hand, narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly, and said, "It would be better if you could cherish your talent... You've always been out with that Hufflepuff's Sweetin lately, right?"
Harry felt guilty when he heard Cassandra's words.
"How do you know?" He didn't know what he was guilty, but in short, he felt guilty about being caught.
That kind of guilt is not the guilt that the teacher is caught by the teacher and is lazy. It is very strange, very strange...
"I just know." Kasandra pulled the corners of her mouth, her eyes filled with disappointment: "You have a talent that ordinary people cannot reach, but you waste it on interacting with some small animals... To be honest, I regret you..."
"Then, I won't go in the future." Harry said quickly. He was really afraid to see Cassandra show such eyes.
Kassandra pondered for a moment, and then said, "You can still go to the Forbidden Forest at the right time, but... next time you go with me, it is very dangerous in the Forbidden Forest. You should know that there are many poachers there."
"Okay, Miss Malfoy." Harry nodded.
…In 1890, Malfoy Manor.
"You did a great job, it's awesome."
Cassandra shook her waterfall's hair and looked at Harry in front of her with satisfaction.
"Haha..."
Harry smiled foolishly, and he felt very happy that he was praised by Cassandra.
"My dad asked me to tell you," Cassandra ignored Harry's foolish smile and said in a business manner: "There will be a dinner party in the Ministry of Magic to let you attend with him."
"Okay, OK..." Harry swallowed, he was a little nervous.
Attend the Ministry of Magic’s dinner, what exactly is this...
"I've got my family ready for you in the dress," Cassandra looked at Harry. "Although you're underage, you still need to wear formal clothes when attending important occasions. Okay... Go to the room and try it. Kabby is already waiting for you."
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In 1891, on the train.
"I heard from my dad that I would be a freshman in Hogwarts this time."
Cassandra was sitting on the train, stirring it casually in the cup with a small silver spoon. The small spoon hit the wall of the cup, making a nice jingle sound.
"Is that true?" Harry asked unconsciously, looking at the scenery outside the window.
"Of course." Kassandra picked up the coffee cup in her hand and sipped it gently. After swallowing the coffee, she spoke, "It is said that it is from the Austro-Hungarian Empire. God knows why she came to Hogwarts to go to school... Can't Demstrong satisfy this person?"
Austro-Hungarian Empire?
Harry suddenly thought of the female official whom he met in the Austro-Hungarian Empire. He seemed to have the surname Grindelwald and was quite beautiful...
I don't know how she is, he thought.
Of course he knew that the female official was just an ordinary Muggle and could not become a wizard to enter Hogwarts, but he couldn't help but wonder how good it would be if she was the one who was the one who was in the class.
However, what he did not expect was that the transfer student had not appeared for a long time.
Just when he was disappointed that the transfer student would not come, the door was opened with a bang.
Standing at the door was Professor Figo, and...
Is it her? !
Harry felt a little happy.
The girl named Grindelwald also seemed to be looking for something. After meeting Harry's gaze, she showed a sweet smile to Harry.
Principal Black was very unhappy, but he still asked Professor Weasley to divide the hospital into her.
"Slytherin!"
With a shout from the sect hat, Miss Grindelwald did not walk towards Slytherin's mat, but walked to Harry's seat and sat next to him.
"Hello," she smiled sweetly, introducing herself in a very strong German English: "I am Veratia Grindelwald, from Austro-Hungarian Empire... We have seen it before, thank you again for your help, you can call me Vivi."
The pumpkin juice from Harry's mouth squirted out, he put down the cup in a hurry, and Vivi also took out a handkerchief to wipe it for him.
He always felt a chill behind his head, and subconsciously turned around, but saw Cassandra looking at him with a disgusting look.
It was broken, and his heart skipped a beat.
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1993, England.
The scene changes rapidly, from Harry finding Cassandra's treasure house to Merlin ruins one by one, and finally he finds the place where Cassandra hides.
Branch, admission, joining the duel hut...
Then... it was the Christmas holiday, from Hogwarts to Black's old house.
Harry was lying in bed, thinking about things boredly.
However, I don’t know how long it took, but a rustling sound suddenly came from the side.
At the same time, it suddenly felt like someone was lying down beside me.
He turned his head and looked at it in the moonlight.
It was Weiwei, who was lying on the bed, looking at him with a smile.
"Vivi?" Harry asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"
"What, can't I come?" Weiwei asked with a smile.
"Of course." Harry didn't know what he was happy about, but he was happy in any case. "I was still thinking about you just now, but I didn't expect you to come..."
"Yes." Weiwei looked at him with a smile, but it seemed that something was wrong.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked with concern. He always felt something was wrong with Vivi.
"It's nothing." Weiwei bit her lip, but reached out her hand and lifted her long golden hair.
Her hair flew and landed on Harry's face.
A refreshing fragrance lingers on the tip of his nose, and he can't help but sniff twice greedily.
"Does it smell good?" When Weiwei faced him, a gentle smile always appeared on her face.
"Damn, of course..." Harry swallowed, and he felt his heart jumping hard as if he was sniffing a piece of it.
"Then..."
Weiwei stretched out her hand and unbuttoned the top button of his collar.
The slender jade fingers were pressed against his collarbone and gently drew circles.
At the same time, she bent down, the distance between the two was close, very close, and Harry could even feel the fragrant heat coming out of Vivi's nose.
"What about this?" Weiwei asked with a smile.
"Uh..." Harry felt his brain was a little down -
who I am?
Where am I?
What am I going to do?
Suddenly, he felt a sweet mouth, something soft and pressed against his lips.
At the same time, a warm and delicate body collapsed into his arms.
Harry went down for a long time before he realized that it was Weiwei who kissed him.
Unwilling to be outdone, he fought back immediately. How could he let Weiwei gain the upper hand?
However, just as he reached out his hand, he didn't want to hear someone saying something.
"It feels sweet?"
A familiar voice sounded in my ears, and the sound seemed to suppress endless negative emotions as much as possible.
However, when he opened his eyes, he saw Cassandra standing by the bed, with disgust and looking at the garbage in his eyes.
Meanwhile, Harry instantly retreated from his memory.
He gasped and collapsed on the chair.
"This part is not something you should see..." he raised his head and said.
Kassandra pulled out a disdainful smile.
"Then..." she said coldly: "As the master of God's mind, can Voldemort see the scene just now?"
Harry felt a little sad when he heard Cassandra's words.
Yes, Voldemort is a master of God's thoughts...
But he was a little lucky, but fortunately that night, he just kissed, hugged, and touched, and did not do anything else.
"I really couldn't imagine it, Pot." Cassandra was still condescending. "You are so depraved and actually doing such a thing at your godfather's house. Do you still have any shame!"
Harry thought about it and said seriously.
"No."
(This chapter ends)