Promoted?
Afraid it's promoted to the Celestial Kingdom, right?
But Mr. Crouch has nothing to do with Cassandra, so she's too lazy to expose it.
Dead or not, what does it have to do with her?
Oh... it does have something to do with her.
At least she needs to keep her distance to avoid getting splattered with blood.
"Don't worry."
Vivi picked up a disposable paper cup, poured some tea into it, and handed it to Harry.
"I should say, these kinds of paper cups shouldn't be included in the 'Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Ordinance.' At least for this World Cup event, I think using such Muggle creations is a wise choice."
Indeed, there are many people like her who have a cleanliness obsession.
"Where do you plan to stay tonight?" Harry started being cheeky again, "Stay in the Austrian Ministry of Magic's tent? Or come back to our place?"
Vivi, of course, heard the implication in Harry's words. She smiled faintly and said to Harry, "If Kathy agrees, I'll come back to your place."
Cassandra squinted her eyes, unsure of what Grindelwald was up to.
So she folded her arms and asked, "Why do you need my consent? Aren't you planning to sleep in Potter's bed?"
"Yep~" Vivi stirred the paper cup lightly with a small spoon, "But right now, isn't it you warming Harry's bed? Little~ maid~?"
Cassandra was stunned.
Cassandra fell silent.
"Stay out of my memories!" she said angrily.
"Oh~" Vivi laughed softly, "I didn't peek at your memories, Kathy—you should have confidence in your Mind Sealing Spell. I just made a little prediction at the Black Family Mansion."
Cassandra didn't hold her strength back and squished the paper cup in her hand flat.
So infuriating!
"You should come back tonight," Harry quickly said, really afraid Cassandra might get so mad she'd develop a breast lump, "I actually have some things I want to talk to you about—"
"Right." Vivi said with a smiling squint, "I almost forgot, how can you consult a maid about something like this? Clearly consulting the master is more useful, don't you think? Little~ maid~ Kathy~?"
Cassandra glared at Harry viciously, as if she were about to carve a piece of meat off him.
Harry scratched his head, not understanding why Cassandra was coming at him.
After teasing Cassandra, Vivi felt refreshed.
When she made that little prediction, she didn't plan on doing anything to stop it from happening. After all, it's just warming a bed, not getting in the car.
So Vivi was confident, not caring about anything happening between the two.
"Speaking of which," Harry began, running out of things to say: "Where did you take the four professors? I even went to the Map Secret Room once... It's just a pity they weren't there."
"Oh." Vivi said without blushing or gasping, "At that time, I was planning to leave the United Kingdom for Austria, so I thought I wouldn't have many opportunities to visit the professors at Hogwarts after leaving, so I took them all away—sorry, I didn't inform you about this."
"That's alright." Harry scratched his head, "It was just that I was a bit behind on learning the Mind Sealing Spell from them earlier."
"Oh really."
Vivi looked at Harry with a knowing smile but didn't use any Mind Reading.
"So how's your practice going now?" she asked.
"Why don't you..." Harry tentatively suggested, "give it a try?"
Vivi wasn't falling for it at all. She squinted her eyes and smiled, "Nope."
Harry found it a bit tiresome, still pondering what opportunity he might find to trick Vivi into experiencing maid service.
It should be said, the sandwiches at the camp stalls tasted pretty good, otherwise, they wouldn't have the confidence to set up a food stall here.
But the price... was quite steep, a pot of tea, three sausages, and three sandwiches cost a total of one Galleon, eleven Sickles, and three copper knuts.
Vivi was heartbroken. She argued with the stall owner for a long time, eventually bringing the price down to one Galleon and two Sickles.
"I really couldn't tell, a lady of your elegance would actually haggle," the stall owner said, a bit indignantly.
"But your price is simply outrageous," Vivi didn't forget to make excuses for herself, "even in such an event area, the price is extremely unreasonable—I believe you still make more than double the profit at one Galleon and two Sickles!"
The stall owner sighed in resignation, accepting the misfortune.
Originally thinking of making a good profit at this grand event, but it turned out the first deal only earned so little.
"Look here."
As they were leaving, Vivi boasted to Harry, "Isn't sister awesome? I saved you nine Sickles and three copper knuts, here you go~"
She stuffed the coins she got into Harry's pocket.
"You're amazing." Harry gave a thumbs-up. With a Vivi at home, it was hard not to be well-off.
When they got back to the tent, they found Ludo Bagman and Batty Crouch chatting inside with Mr. Weasley.
They originally thought their conversation would have ended long ago, but unexpectedly, it was still going on.
Percy was still fussing over Mr. Crouch with caution, like a loyal servant.
As soon as Harry and his friends entered the tent, the twins followed them in afterward.
"Ah-choo!" Fred, seeing Percy's servile behavior, sneezed loudly in discontent.
Heavens, having such a brother is really...
Such a disgrace to the Weasley family!
Mr. Weasley seemed to completely ignore Percy's fawning, automatically filtering out what was happening there, and asked Mr. Bagman, "Honestly, I assume you all can't wait for this affair to be over, right?"
Hearing Mr. Weasley's question, Ludo Bagman was taken aback.
"Can't wait?! By Merlin's beard, I've never been happier... Though, before this, there wasn't much to look forward to, right, Batty? Hmm? We'll have to organize many events, right?"
Mr. Crouch raised his eyebrows at Bagman, stopping him from continuing.
"We promise not to make any public announcements until all the details—"
"Oh, details!" Mr. Bagman said dismissively, waving his hand as if shooing away a swarm of flies, "They've signed, haven't they? They've agreed, haven't they? I bet these kids will find out soon enough... I mean, that big event happening at Hogwarts—"
"Ludo, you should know we need to meet with those Bulgarians now." Mr. Crouch sternly interrupted Bagman, "Thank you for the tea, Weasley."
He handed the untouched teacup back to Percy, waiting for Mr. Bagman to get up.
Little Sirius, who had been fiddling with a teacup on the side, couldn't hold it anymore and coldly corrected, "His surname is Weasley, Old Batty!"
"Oh, right." Old Batty turned indifferently and said to Percy carelessly, "Sorry, Weasley, I've been busy lately, things slip my mind—Ludo, let's go!"
Percy didn't seem offended at all, instead, he kept saying it was alright.
Seeing Percy like this, Mr. Weasley sighed.
Mr. Bagman, who had been struggling to stand up, drank up his tea, the Galleons joyfully jingling in his pocket.
"Alright then, see you later." Mr. Bagman waved to them, "Once I've dealt with the Bulgarians' trouble, I'll be back to chat with you, Arthur—it's always enjoyable chatting with you."
With that, they left the tent.
As they approached the door, Mr. Crouch shot a stern look at Vivi.
Vivi returned the look with a deathly glare.