"Feelings during student days are always sincere, Lady Death," Mr. Leme smoothed things over for Cassandra.
"Indeed," Death smiled mysteriously, "It's rare to see someone like Potter be sincere to three people at once."
Harry's face twitched, he knew exactly who the third person Death was referring to.
Who else but Pabi?
"Actually, the reason we invited you to the human world this time is to seek your advice on some matters," Vivi began, "You should be aware that there is a Dark Wizard in the British Magic World named Tom Marvolo Riddle, also known as Voldemort."
"I am familiar with this wizard," Death elegantly placed her fingers on her cheek, "He's split his soul into several parts in an attempt to achieve eternal life—naturally, I also know your brother, Gellert Grindelwald, who foolishly attempted to wield the Deathly Hallows to harness my powers."
"If you want to reap his soul, I know where he currently resides," Vivi sold out her brother with mastery.
"I am not interested in such souls," Death placed her hands on the handle of her cane, "I should say, I am not interested in souls, only in having a profound understanding of death itself...everything and everyone has an end, even God is no exception, and perhaps one day I will lead him into death."
"Is there a God in this world?" Harry asked, frowning.
"You can accept a world with Death, but not with God?" Death retorted.
True.
Harry accepted what Death said, or rather, he was simply easy to persuade.
Simply put, he is a bit soft-hearted.
At this moment, Dumbledore also returned.
Behind him followed dozens of House-Elves, nervously holding their trays, quickly bustling before Death, setting up a long table and placing a sumptuous dinner before her in no time.
"Please, ma'am," Dumbledore said softly.
Death merely glanced at the dishes and said to Dumbledore, "I don't eat British cuisine."
"I know, ma'am." Dumbledore smiled, "But this is French cuisine, perhaps you might give it a try."
As he spoke, Dumbledore secretly sighed with relief.
British cuisine can't be put on the table...well, the real issue isn't whether it can be put on the table, the main problem is, British cuisine isn't fit for entertaining guests.
It's not fit for humans.
Dumbledore is definitely aware of this, so he prepared French cuisine for Death.
"I don't like it." Death remarked once more.
Dumbledore took a deep breath, smiled politely at Lady Death, and instructed the elves to start clearing away the food, preparing new dishes to win Lady Death's favor.
However, he was mistaken. He had the elves try everything they knew: German food, Hungarian food, Russian cuisine...even served a rich and authentic Chinese meal, none of which managed to impress Lady Death in the slightest.
Now what?
Dumbledore was out of ideas, he had the elves clear away the Chinese dishes and looked toward Harry's side.
It's no wonder Harry is an old schoolmaster of Dumbledore's; he demonstrated the wisdom belonging to an old schoolmaster at the critical moment.
"How about trying McDonald's?" Harry whispered to Vivi, "You know, the one outside your school—that one you mentioned was good last time."
"Okay."
Vivi turned and left, grabbing Fiona's drumstick, and flashed over to a McDonald's restaurant in London.
"Oblivate (Forgetfulness Spell)!"
Vivi didn't forget to use the Forgetfulness Spell on the nearby people to avoid any trouble.
Most importantly, if people started asking questions it would be bothersome, especially since it's still daytime; casting an Avada Lightning Chain inside a McDonald's would be too extreme.
She approached the McDonald's staff, who appeared slightly dazed from the memory charm, and said, "A McNugget meal, two classic burgers, one large Coke, and a portion of fries."
The McDonald's staff shook their head and turned to prepare Vivi's order.
At this moment, the customers in McDonald's resumed their lively chatter.
After receiving her order, Vivi took the bag, and with a bang of firelight, she vanished from sight.
"What was that?" The staff covered their mouth, pointing at the spot where Vivi disappeared.
The customers naturally noticed Vivi's sudden disappearance too, given that a beautiful woman is always eye-catching, but a vanishing beauty is an even more tantalizing mystery.
Within minutes, forums filled with posts about a beauty disappearing at McDonald's, and this matter was only suppressed by a joint effort from the Ministry of Magic and the Muggle Government by that evening.
Of course, that's a later story. Vivi rushed to Mr. Leme's Alchemy Room, handed the fast food to Harry, gesturing for him to offer it to Death.
Harry took the fast food, quickly walked over to Death's side, and handed the bag to her with both hands.
Death accepted the fast food, nodding with satisfaction. She took her time and gracefully drew a straw, pierced the Coke cup, and took a long sip.
"I should say, I really like the taste of this sweet water," Death set the cup down, "Coke, right? Truly an unforgettable name."
"Yes, Lady Death," Harry smiled, "I enjoy Coke too, especially Coca-Cola."
Death's smile grew more satisfied.
"Indeed, Harry, I am a Coca-Cola person too."
The older woman's expression on her face turned increasingly kind, the way she looked at Harry was like a grandmother gazing lovingly at her precious grandchild.
She opened the bag, took out the burger, and enjoyed it thoroughly, then finished all those nuggets, and lastly drank the entire cup of Coke.
As she drained the cup, Death placed it on the table.
She took a napkin to gently dab her mouth, and after a pause, said, "I am pleased with today's offerings, so...I can answer you one question."
Mr. Leme eagerly jumped in, "So, Lady Death, how can we perfect the array?"
"It requires the blood of a virgin with love in her heart," Death glanced playfully at Cassandra and Vivi, "Like Miss Malfoy or Miss Grindelwald, either would work to draw the array."
Upon hearing Death's words, Cassandra's cheeks flushed red with suspicion.
While Vivi looked at the talisman on the ground, carefully calculated, and confirmed the blood required is not life-threatening, even less than 100CC.
"Thank you, Lady Death," said Mr. Leme, satisfied, as for mad scientists, knowledge is the ultimate pursuit.
"There's one more question, Lady Death." Dumbledore asked, "We heard that Tom Riddle is summoning you in the New Continent, it's said he's succeeded, could this be true?"
"Now, that's a separate question, Dumbledore," Lady Death smiled, "As I mentioned before, the offering that pleased me only allows for one question."
Upon hearing Lady Death's words, everyone exchanged looks.
How can an offering only answer one question?
"So you..." Dumbledore probed, "If we wish to inquire another matter, what offering should we provide?"
Death smiled.
"Now, that's another question, Dumbledore."
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