Veratia, having changed into her swimsuit, looked down imperiously at Cassandra's flat chest. She didn't say a word, merely curling the corners of her lips into a smirk.
Stared at by Veratia like this, a small vein popped on Cassandra's forehead.
Forget it, forget it.
The world is so beautiful, yet I am so irritable.
This isn't good, not good...
"What rude things are you thinking about?" Cassandra asked with disgust.
"Oh, nothing," Veratia said with beaming eyes. "I just thought of a word... oh, it's called 'gap'."
Cassandra took a deep breath...
Forget it, I won't lower myself to this bad woman's level.
She walked to the edge of the beach, quietly cast a Muggle-Repelling Charm, and then pulled out a parasol, a lounge chair, a picnic cloth, and a picnic basket.
It looked very much like a scene from Tom and Jerry.
As for why she cast the Muggle-Repelling Charm...
Because everyone on the beach was staring at the three of them. As a lady of the classical era, she found such scrutiny very uncomfortable.
Especially while wearing a swimsuit. To avoid being disturbed by their gazes, she chose the very useful Muggle-Repelling Charm.
Sure enough, the Muggles' eyes glazed over as they looked elsewhere.
There were three great beauties here just a moment ago, where did they run off to?
"Magic, truly amazing," Cassandra remarked with a sigh, lying back leisurely on the lounge chair and producing a pair of sunglasses from who knows where.
Then, she turned her head toward Harry.
"Oh, my little follower." She deliberately kept a cold face. "It seems you haven't gotten into the zone yet. Do you know what you should be doing now?"
"Doing what?" Harry asked, puzzled.
"Help me apply sunscreen." Cassandra slowly picked up a small bottle from the side. "Here, this is my reward to you."
Heh, he got into the zone quite quickly.
Harry didn't refuse; he walked over, took the bottle of lotion, and began carefully applying the sunscreen to Cassandra.
It had to be admitted that Cassandra's legs were absolutely beautiful, worthy of a supermodel.
Her legs were straight and slender, like two wands—truly perfect works of art.
As for how they felt to the touch, that was another sensation entirely.
Although slender, they weren't bony; they felt warm, soft, and supple. In any case, Harry thought they were very nice.
"Does it feel good?" Cassandra asked softly.
"Of course," Harry answered crisply, for he was no longer the original Xiao Chunan.
"Hmph," Cassandra curled her lips. "Rude servant!"
"Oh, what show is this?" Veratia stood beside the couple. "Let me see... is it 'The Evil Slave Rides the Master'?"
She pronounced the word "rides" with deliberate stiffness.
"You're envious, Grindelwald," Cassandra laughed. "You envy that I have such a little follower, and you... hmph hmph, you don't, do you?"
"No, I just think you are very impolite," Veratia said, not yielding an inch. "You only took out your own lounge chair and didn't think to prepare any for the three of us."
"Oh, I have more in my purse, but you know the rules." Cassandra stretched lazily. "If you want them, get them yourself."
Veratia glanced at her but ultimately said nothing.
She walked over, took three lounge chairs and a parasol from Cassandra's purse, and after a moment of thought, arranged everything properly.
"You stay here with Cass," Veratia said to Poppy Sweating. "Harry and I will go to the other side in a bit..."
"Hey!" Poppy protested. "Didn't we say we were going surfing together?"
"There's no rush for surfing; he needs to apply body lotion to us first." Veratia smiled brightly. "If you ask me, Muggles still have their uses. Look, at least these skincare products prove their value, even if they aren't considered effective for wizards."
"You might as well develop some skincare potions." Poppy squatted beside Cassandra, looking a bit envious, wanting to help Harry apply lotion to Cassandra too.
Of course, she said this aloud.
As a result, Cassandra extended a small foot and kicked Poppy over.
"Ouch!" Poppy cried out delicately. "Cass, you sneak-attacked me!"
"No, I kicked you fair and square," Cassandra said with a smile. "Because you have no sense of personal space."
Poppy puffed out her cheeks and resentfully lay down on her lounge chair.
"Hey!" Cassandra extended her foot again, rubbing it against Harry's face. "Remember to apply sunscreen to my feet as well. I don't want them to have any issues from the sun, understood?"
"Alright, Cass." Although Harry was a little tired, he enjoyed it.
Nonsense, wouldn't you enjoy it?
Applying body lotion and sunscreen to several beautiful girls—isn't that simply the most perfect enjoyment in the world?
"Perhaps that is actually possible," Veratia saw a business opportunity in Poppy's words. "If we let Potioneers conduct research and develop some potions dedicated to skincare, it wouldn't be impossible... Perhaps we could take the opportunity to seize the Muggle market. What do you think?"
"Of course we can," Harry said while applying the lotion. "Sirius and Lucius seem very interested in this sort of thing. If you want, you can have the two of them assist you. What do you think?"
"Hmm..." Veratia thought for a moment, then nodded. "That works."
Soon, Harry finished applying it for Cassandra.
"Alright, you may go, little follower," Cassandra said with satisfaction. "This young miss is very pleased with your service, so... I'll reward you."
Saying that, Cassandra lifted her small foot again and rubbed it against Harry's face. "Go find that bad woman," she said.
"Oh, okay." Harry stood up and walked to Veratia's side.
"Oh, it seems Harry also knows who the bad woman is, doesn't he?" Cassandra held back the urge to laugh out loud, but these words indeed made it hard for Veratia to keep her composure.
"I never denied that I am a bad woman," Veratia said with a smile. "I am the bad woman who rescued a tormented little follower from the sea of bitterness created by a certain arrogant young miss who didn't know her own feelings~"
Cassandra, who had been giggling, immediately stopped giggling upon hearing this.
Laugh, why aren't you laughing?
Are you naturally not fond of laughing?
The shadow cast by these words was indeed a bit deep. Cassandra immediately remembered how she had been undermined by Veratia, bit by bit.
As long as one swings the hoe well, no wall cannot be poached—this matter couldn't be blamed on Harry. After all, she had indeed been too arrogant back then, holding onto the status of mistress and little follower without letting go.
If she had just been able to lower herself and clarify things with Harry, then Veratia would never have had a chance.
This matter was something Mr. Septimus had also mentioned.
When saying this, Mr. Septimus, who usually navigated the political arena with ease, felt unprecedently powerless and simply drank whiskey one glass after another.
My own little cabbage is really... well, lacking in emotional intelligence. Waiting online for a solution, what to do?
"Here, Cass's little follower," Veratia ordered again. "You don't mind applying sunscreen for me, do you?"
"Of course I don't mind, my lady." Harry sat beside Veratia with a chuckle and began applying sunscreen to her as well.
The two women had different figures, so the tactile sensation was naturally different.
If he had to distinguish a winner, Harry could only choose "I want both" with high emotional intelligence.
But if he had to say it in his heart, he was still willing to choose Veratia.
After all, that justice... well, it was indeed very just.
People live for justice!
"Do you like doing this?"
Saying so, Veratia also extended her foot and rubbed it against Harry's face.
"Actually, I don't like it that much," Harry didn't dodge. "But since the lady desires it, I can only endure."
"Hmph, you aren't being good, Harry." Veratia stood up with a smile and reached out to pinch Harry's cheek.
Pinch it quickly; in another two years, such a tender Harry won't be available to pinch.
This could be considered Harry's final period of tenderness.
"However, speaking of which," Veratia said again, "besides going to Hogwarts to teach, I think Cass has another path she can take."
"What?" Cassandra asked, raising an eyebrow.
When discussing serious matters, Cassandra was willing to put aside her grievances with Veratia and listen to what she actually wanted to say.
"You could choose to come to Vienna and seek a job within the Greater Germany Ministry of Magic," Veratia said casually. "Or you could also... hmm, I've thought about this suggestion and it is indeed quite good: you could represent the Malfoy family and participate in some commercial activities. I mean... commercial activities regarding Muggles."
"I am no longer a member of the Malfoy family," Cassandra said with a calm expression. "Long ago, when I self-sealed using time magic, I was already no longer a member of the Malfoy family."
"Oh, you are Cassandra Potter, I forgot." Veratia said beamingly. "Mrs. Potter, right? Is that what you think?"
"Shut up!" Cassandra's face blushed red. "How can you be so shameless, Grindelwald?—No, Mrs. Veratia Potter."
"Oh." Veratia raised an eyebrow. "But please allow me to be selfish regarding this matter... I also need to discuss it with Harry. If you really don't like it, I can abandon this idea."
"What is it?" Harry didn't stop the movement of his hands; he was still applying sunscreen to Veratia's calf.
"Well... you know the situation with the Grindelwald family." Veratia's eyes were somewhat obscure. "The Grindelwald family line has ended. My brother, Gellert Grindelwald, does not like women... Yes, I know it's funny, but can you shut your mouth first, Cass?"
"Oh, I know this." Harry nodded. "Gellert... well, he still can't forget the Headmaster."
"So." Veratia was a little nervous. She unconsciously circled her finger on her thigh, and finally made up her mind to say, "I was thinking, if we have children in the future, could we let one of them take the Grindelwald-Potter surname? I know this request is excessive, but I... still cannot bear to see the family line end."
"Oh, I wondered what it was." Harry waved his hand. "This is nothing, Veratia. Of course this is nothing. As long as you are happy, I am happy."
"Really?"
Upon hearing Harry's answer, Veratia, who had been in a state of tension, smiled brilliantly.
She knew that the always gentle Harry would absolutely not refuse her request.
"Then you'll have to have a few more children with me." Harry's two hands had already rubbed down to Veratia's snowy-white, soft little feet. "Let me think... two is definitely not enough. How about we birth a Quidditch team?"
"Hmph!" Veratia reached out and knocked lightly on Harry's head, neither too heavy nor too light. "Birth a Quidditch team? What do you think I am? Am I a Niffler?"
"I don't know if you are a Niffler," Harry said in a leisurely tone. "But I know that your brother Gellert, he must be a Niffler."
Hearing what Harry said, Veratia suddenly felt unwell.
This sentence awakened her memory—specifically the incident where Gellert sneaked into her vault and stole her treasures...
No, her fist was getting hard!
"I'm also very curious why you didn't use a curse to kill that brother back then," Cassandra didn't forget to fan the flames. "If it were me, the weeds on his grave would probably be taller than his tombstone by now."
"Shut up!" Veratia said indignantly.
Cassandra lifted her sunglasses and stuck out her little pink tongue at Veratia.
"I won't shut up, bleh."
Seeing that the two were about to argue again, Harry squeezed Veratia's soft, boneless little feet.
"Alright, stop fighting," he said. "What are you two arguing for? Behave... hmm, especially you, Cass!"
"Hmph." Cassandra gave her boyfriend some face; she merely pulled the corner of her eye down at Veratia, then put her sunglasses back on and continued to enjoy her sunbathing.
Peace was hard to come by; after leaving school, they would be busy in the future.
"How is the research on the dark magic curse going?" Veratia asked again. "If I remember correctly, Anne is still waiting for our rescue, isn't she?"
"Oh, poor Anne." Cassandra shook her head and said, "I can't believe someone still remembers her..."
She was actually quite reassured about Anne, after all, Anne and Harry had no relationship; there was no spark between the two, nor were they each other's type.
Veratia naturally knew this as well, otherwise she wouldn't have bothered asking.
"There is no solution for the time being." Harry sighed and said, "I've looked through almost every book in the library, and there are no good methods to lift the curse."
"Eh?" Poppy suddenly asked. "Harry, do you remember how you lifted the dark magic curse for me back then? I remember didn't you know a purification spell?"
"It probably wouldn't be useful." Harry pondered for a moment before saying again, "It might be useful, but we can't gamble... Anne's condition before being sealed was already not very good. What if we unseal her but have no way to cure her? How would we face Sebastian then?"
"There is a way." Veratia suddenly said. "This method is actually quite simple to speak of... we need to find someone to experiment on."
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