She shifted the topic elsewhere.
After reminiscing for a while, Cassandra asked, "Dad, I saw you in the Death God's illusion—"
"Saw me?" Mr. Septimus frowned and asked.
"Yes, it should be your soul," she said.
She recounted to Mr. Septimus in detail what had happened at that time.
"You should know, the Death God can not only bring a person's soul into reality but also weave dreams," Mr. Septimus said. "Have you never thought that perhaps he's just trying to deceive you into giving up waking up in this way?"
"But I don't think so, Dad," Cassandra turned her head away. "I believe it was truly you, not an illusion woven by the Death God... what if your soul is caught by the Death God?"
"Oh, that won't happen." Mr. Septimus said casually, "It is you who escaped from the boundary between life and death; the Death God won't trouble me."
Cassandra hesitantly nodded. After chatting a bit more with Mr. Septimus, Ignatius suddenly asked, "So, what are your plans now? Stay with the Malfoy family to manage the estate? I could be your advisor."
"I want to return to Hogwarts to continue my studies," Cassandra said. "You know, ever since I dropped out in my sixth year, I haven't received any systematic wizard education. Now I plan to return to Hogwarts and complete my studies."
"Alright, if that's what you want," Mr. Septimus nodded.
He added, "You must have met Lucius, right? By generation, he should be Ignatius's grandson, so he's your grandson as well. If you want to return to school, he will help out."
"I understand, Dad," Cassandra said.
"Also, the room you used to live in has been sealed by my order," Mr. Septimus said again. "Ignatius informed Abraxas, who is his son, Lucius's father. I think Lucius knows about this too."
"Thank you, Dad," Cassandra said, lifting her head.
After leaving the room where the portraits were kept, Lucius was already waiting not far away. Seeing them come out, he hurriedly approached and said, "Aunt Cassandra, I've already had Lali tidy up your room. Rest assured, she's always quick at her work."
"Okay," Cassandra nodded slightly, "Thank you, Lucius—also, just call me Cassandra from now on, since I only look like a girl under twenty."
"Yes," Lucius quickly said.
"Furthermore, I plan to return to Hogwarts to redo my sixth year and complete the studies I never finished back then." Cassandra glanced at a nearby calendar, seeming to sigh, or perhaps reflectively said, "I remember a hundred years ago, when we had our final battle with Lanlock, it seemed to be on this very day, wasn't it, Potter?"
"It seems so," Harry also looked at the calendar.
"If you wish to return to Hogwarts to study, I will arrange everything," Lucius quickly said.
Cassandra did not refuse Lucius's filial piety, accepting his arrangements.
That night, Harry stayed at Malfoy Manor.
Lucius, however, was quite busy, hastily sending a letter to Dumbledore.
However, he only received a reply the next morning, so he hurriedly left Malfoy Manor to visit Hogwarts.
Upon hearing the news of Cassandra's successful escape, Dumbledore, without a word, sent Fox to deliver a message to Vivi.
What Dumbledore hadn't expected was that Vivi was busy grinding through lessons with the Time Converter at that time, having no leisure to receive his message.
Draco was also urgently called home by his parents. Upon learning that his great-aunt had successfully escaped and returned to her beloved Malfoy family, Draco was more delighted than anyone.
Of course, he was also given a mandate by Cassandra not to add 'great-aunt' before her name.
"So, the records in the books are true?" Draco looked at his great-aunt with starry eyes, a mix of a fanboy and the persona of a devoted great-grandson, "Are you also a Legendary Wizard?"
"I always knew you were the most outstanding wizard, oh my, having you return to the Malfoy family is truly an honor—"
Draco's words were like a Gatling gun, unable to stop, full of praises for his great-aunt.
But his words seemed a bit problematic, with implications like "Now that you're back in the Malfoy family, our family is saved," a sentiment Lucius, listening from the sidelines, felt his son's skin was getting tight again.
What do you mean by that?
Are you suggesting your father led the Malfoy family into the ditch?
However, with the great-aunt right beside them, even if Lucius wanted to educate his child, he had to consider Cassandra's views.
Around three in the afternoon, Lucius took the family to Hogwarts by carriage.
The decorations in the Great Hall today were no worse than at the start of the term, all thanks to the generosity of the trustees.
The students, unaware of the details, wondered if today was a special occasion, whispering among themselves, eager to find out what it was all about.
At four-thirty in the afternoon, all the students were seated in the Great Hall. Before long, Professor McGonagall came over with the pointed tip of the Sorting Hat.