"Hello, Mr. Grindelwald." Harry also returned the gesture, still marveling in his heart...
What a great kid, so adorable, how did he become that annoying later on?
Never mind being a Dark Wizard, his cheeky demeanor would make Harry believe him to be a Pirate Captain.
However, what Harry didn't know was that even the little cutie version of Gellert wanted nothing more than to tear the Scarhead Enchantress who abducted his sister into pieces.
"Is this Grindelwald's brother?" Cassandra looked disdainfully at the little parrot, "Doesn't seem like much..."
"In thirty years, he'll grow into a Dark Wizard who shakes the entire Wizarding World." Harry seemed to sigh, "He even got mentioned on the Chocolate Frog Card — though under Dumbledore's achievements."
Cassandra was somewhat skeptical about a Dark Wizard shaking the Wizarding World, but being on the Chocolate Frog Card immediately convinced her.
"Oh, Dumbledore." Cassandra thought for a moment and asked, "The Dumbledore you're talking about, is he the son of Percival Dumbledore and Candela? I seem to have heard about this; it's said Percival was imprisoned in Azkaban for attacking Muggles?"
"Yes, because those Muggle boys attacked his daughter, Ariana." Harry briefly explained the situation to Cassandra.
Cassandra knowingly nodded and said, "I've heard my dad mention this, he sympathized with Mr. Dumbledore, but there was nothing he could do, he just tried to care for him as much as possible in Azkaban."
"Why?" Harry asked curiously, "I remember Mr. Septimus doesn't like handling such..."
"Such trifles, right?" Cassandra snorted, "This isn't something you need to concern yourself with, Potter— I suggest you play your role well now, and finish this Christmas dinner role-play with your little girlfriend— I don't want us to be discovered by the Death God, and thus lose our lives."
"She's not my girlfriend." Harry didn't know why he was explaining, but he just instinctively explained the matter with a guilty conscience.
"Oh, you seem to have some regrets." Cassandra's eyes twinkled with amusement, "Let me guess, you must be lamenting, right? Good grief, Miss Grindelwald isn't my girlfriend... Have you and Grindelwald been in that Love's Little House together for so long without confirming your relationship? I'm curious..."
Speaking of this, Cassandra covered her lips with a white lace-gloved hand, feigning surprise, "Could it be— you're just wishfully thinking, she doesn't like you at all? Oh dear, poor Harry, being toyed with by Miss Grindelwald..."
She showed a regretful expression, as if she genuinely thought Harry was pitiful.
For the first time, Harry understood Ron's pain, he slumped over the table, puffing his cheeks, daring not to be angry or speak up.
Being caught, his mind was full of guilt.
"Tut-tut, potato stew beef."
Cassandra remarked, "Seems she really remembers your preferences, Potter."
"Stop it, stop it..." Harry lowered his head.
Nearby was Vivi's sweet voice, opposite was the smug-faced little Gellert, and behind him was Cassandra who kept teasing him...
Forget it, Harry thought, since we're in your consciousness now, I'll let you have your moment.
Soon after, Vivi and Gellert in the castle vanished from sight.
"It's time to move to the next scene, Cassandra." Harry stood up, a bit impatient, "We're about to get out, right?"
"If nothing goes wrong." Cassandra wiped her eyes, as if to clear non-existent tears, "Such touching camaraderie, your eagerness to escape this memory."
Harry ignored her.
"Let's go," he said, "First, let's leave the castle, I have a bad feeling."
"Hopefully, your gift for jinxing doesn't come true."
With that, Cassandra stood up and walked out of the castle.
Outside the castle was a silent night, the sky was dark with only a few twinkling stars.
Following the path ahead, Harry found himself back in the Forbidden Forest.
"Again, the Forbidden Forest." Cassandra frowned and said to Harry, "Considering your knack for jinxing, I suggest you be cautious, maybe this is the Death God's trick."
Harry reached into his coat warily, but found nothing.
He forgot that being in Cassandra's Consciousness Space, he couldn't use magic.
After waiting for a long time, nothing appeared.
"Let's just keep moving forward." Cassandra said to Harry, "Perhaps we should walk ahead instead of foolishly waiting here."
The two continued walking along the path in the Forbidden Forest, occasionally hearing wolf howling from deep within, adding to the eerie atmosphere.
Harry suddenly remembered the legends about the Deathly Hallows, and said to Cassandra, "I remember, some time ago at Nimongard, Principal Dumbledore told me when he was young he crazily pursued the power of the Deathly Hallows, together with Gellert Grindelwald... It's said that becoming the master of the three Deathly Hallows allows one to conquer death, becoming the master of the Death God..."
Hearing Harry's words, Cassandra snorted.
"Just some hallucinations from mediocre wizards taking too much of blood thistle." She said, "Think about it, the legend claims the Deathly Hallows were created by the Death God— do you believe owning these artifacts would make you the master of their creator?"