Cassandra's words weren't without a trace, in fact, she had mentioned the "Grimm's Fairy Tales" story of Harry and Vivi at Nimongard Castle at the beginning.
The teasing point was that she thought Harry would kiss like the prince did to awaken Cinderella.
But riddles like this, someone as dense as Harry wouldn't get them—even if his emotional intelligence is high, he still fears riddlers.
"It's my fault, Cassandra." Harry said somewhat helplessly, "I should have been smarter, so I could know what you wanted."
Cassandra slowly sat up, holding her head as if she was a bit dizzy. After a while, she said, "Alright, we should leave this haunted place—I'm going back to the Malfoy family."
"I suggest you wait a bit, after all, you've been lying here so long." Harry looked at Cassandra with concern, "I'll take you back to Malfoy Manor once you're feeling better."
"It's been so long, people at Malfoy Manor might not even recognize me anymore." Cassandra sighed leisurely, "And you, I remember you're a Muggle species, right? Without me, can you calmly associate with those descendants of the Malfoy family?"
"I need to correct something, first, I'm not a Muggle species." Harry gazed into Cassandra's eyes, raising a finger, "I come from the Potter family in the Magic World—you know, the Potter family... Besides, in this era... my mother once defeated the most powerful Dark Wizard of this era."
Hearing Harry's words, Cassandra showed a surprised look.
Then she shook her head and laughed, "If my father knew you were a child of the Potter family, he'd probably be thrilled to madness."
"Why?" Harry asked blankly.
Cassandra didn't answer Harry, but instead gave him a playful smile.
However, the smile didn't last long, as a rumbling sound suddenly echoed in the silence of Merlin's Secret Chamber.
Suddenly, Cassandra's cheeks flushed with a suspicious red cloud.
She turned her face aside, discreetly pressing her little hand against her stomach.
Harry didn't say a word, he took out a can of Coke from his wallet and opened it, then thought for a moment before using a Flame Spell to warm the Coke, handing it to Cassandra.
"Have some Coke, though it's not fizzy now, I heard it's a first choice for people who haven't eaten in a long time to fill their stomach." Harry said to her.
Cassandra reached out for the can of Coke, Harry exerted just the right amount of force, letting the fizz escape while not making the Coke too hot.
He had heard it being said on television that Coke was something suitable to use in such a moment.
But Harry had obviously forgotten one thing, Cassandra wasn't a Muggle, but a Wizard, and what works in the Muggle World wasn't quite effective for her.
That is to say, even if Cassandra was given some lampreys now, she wouldn't be stuffed to death like Henry I in British history…
Cassandra sipped the warm Coke softly, leisurely narrowing her eyes.
"Very sweet." She said a rare kind word.
After Cassandra finished drinking most of the Coke, she slowly got up and said to Harry, "What kind of Magic Potion is this? The effect is so good..."
"Uh, it's a Muggle drink, called Coke." Harry replied.
When saying this, Harry was still curious inside—why Cassandra's clothes didn't seem to be eroded by time.
Could it be because of Merlin?
Cassandra didn't speak, she pulled out the Magic Wand that had been with her for so long and wrote a line of graceful characters in the air.
"Cola (Coke)"
"Is this how it's spelled?" Cassandra turned her head to ask Harry.
"Yes."
Harry originally wanted to ask if Cassandra had lost her Magic Power, but the words stopped at his lips.
The moment before he could ask, a string in his heart suddenly tightened—warning him not to ask that question.
It seems now, Cassandra's Magic Power was still there, and Harry couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Thankfully, the Magic Power is still there.
"Let's go." she said comfortably, "We'll head back to Malfoy Manor together..."
After speaking, Cassandra tugged at the fabric on Harry's shoulder, pulling him forward.
The two of them walked out of the door, outside the fireflies twinkled, and at some point, a white mist quietly enveloped around, cloaking the Forbidden Forest, as if in a fairy tale wonderland.
Cassandra grabbed Harry; the two spun and twisted within the space, accompanied by a cracking sound in the air, and disappeared from the original place.
In the next second, they appeared at the entrance of Malfoy Manor.
As soon as Harry and Cassandra arrived, Dobby was at their side.
"Harry Potter!" Dobby clasped his hands before his chest, posing with a poetic gesture, "The great Harry Potter has graced Malfoy Manor, Dobby… Dobby is honored…"
Hearing Dobby's words, Cassandra couldn't help but let out a snicker.
"I really couldn't imagine, you turn out to be the great Harry Potter—what surprises me even more is, that the Malfoy family's House-Elf takes pride in your presence here?"
How could Dobby tolerate anyone speaking about Harry Potter? Even long ago when Lucius was chirping about Harry, Dobby was a bit unhappy.
He raised his head, glaring at Cassandra.
"You should not say that..."