Upon hearing Vivi's question, Mr. Leme revealed a mysterious smile.
"Yeah, what do you need..."
He repeated Vivi's question, chuckling as he spoke, "That's indeed a good question, let me check on it."
Saying that, Mr. Leme turned around and trotted out of the small cabin.
Soon, he trotted back, in his hands holding a book, another book equivalent in thickness and size to the one that contained the summoning talisman for the Death God.
Mr. Leme flipped through the book and found a magic spell.
"Look, here's the magic spell—" Mr. Leme glanced at Harry, then at Pabi, chuckling, "This spell...although not too decent, can help someone regain a body. Let me see, it requires a father's bone, a servant's flesh, and enemy's blood."
Enemy's blood?
The previous ones… well, a father's bone is not a problem, just dig up Pabi's ancestral grave.
After all, Pabi's dad is a notorious poacher, stealing his bones is not a big deal.
A servant's flesh… this isn't too hard, but the trouble lies in the enemy's blood.
With Pabi's personality, how could she have enemies at school?
Thinking of this, Harry asked the question of his soul.
"That's not right, Mr. Leme," he said, "How could Pabi have enemies at school? You know her personality, one might say she is at peace with the world…"
"Not necessarily." Mr. Leme suddenly interrupted, "To my knowledge, in this cabin alone, Miss Swedding has two enemies—"
Enemies?
Two enemies?
Harry immediately targeted Lady Death who was sipping cola through a straw.
Alright, the enemy is clearly in this room, Lady Death is one...
And the other?
Instead, Vivi reached out and seized Pabi by the scruff of her neck.
Two enemies, right in this cabin...
Quick-witted as Vivi, she instantly grasped the situation.
Pabi, oh Pabi, who would have thought that you, so low-key, would...
Yet, she thought of Pabi's current predicament.
Vivi sighed, releasing her hold and gently touched Pabi's back neck.
Originally tense from being held, Pabi relaxed after feeling Vivi's gentle touch.
Whew, survived...
Meanwhile, Cassandra also realized the meaning behind Mr. Leme's words.
"Unbelievable," Cassandra whispered beside Harry, "My little follower is so charming, really..."
Harry didn't understand Cassandra's implication; what does Pabi's enemy have to do with my charm?
Thinking it over, a sudden realization struck him.
?
Could her enemies be Vivi and Cassandra?
He completed the mental loop.
"Would you be willing to donate blood then?" Harry whispered in Cassandra's ear, "As you suspected, her enemy is you."
Harry dared to swear by the lamp, he was just teasing Cassandra.
But to her, the words sounded different.
What?
I am the enemy?
Her face gradually blushed with a shade of crimson.
This Potter, really...
Shameless!
"There's another issue, Lady Death," Dumbledore inquired, "As I asked before, rumors say that Voldemort, meaning Tom Riddle, is summoning you in the New Continent. Could you confirm this?"
"Oh, he indeed tried to summon me, but I rejected the summons," Lady Death replied with a smile, her gaze still on the four beside Harry, "You see, someone like him who craves immortality, even slicing his soul for it, doesn't interest me."
Dumbledore and Newt exchanged a look.
What? The information was false?
But Newt suddenly reconsidered and asked, "Then comes the question, ma'am, our intel suggests Voldemort completed the summoning successfully. If it wasn't you, who was it?"
"Satan." Lady Death replied straightforwardly, "He's known to you as Lucifer, the youngest son of God, and the strongest among the fallen angels."
"Fallen angels?" Cassandra frowned, "What are they?"
As a wizard, particularly from the pure-blood faction, Cassandra naturally wouldn't be familiar with angels, let alone God.
Her knowledge of God is thanks to Harry, as his former catchphrase was "Oh God."
"The so-called fallen angels defy God's will, questioning Him, thus opposing Him, often regarded as 'enemies of the world' in religious those works," Mr. Leme cheerfully explained to Cassandra.
"As they say, victors become kings and losers become outlaws, Satan and his angels lost their battle with God, cast into hell, losing their bright appearance and angelic fame, fighting for their remaining dignity, pride, against Heaven."
"Records mention, God created the world, all shall bow to Him. Angels surrounded Him in Heaven, accepting and executing His will, assisting Him in managing the world, singing His praises. Lucifer once was the six-winged blazing angel beside God, the most beautiful and noble among angels, assisting Him, praising Him, staying by His side, day after day, year after year. Without dissent, doubt, or conflict."