Chapter 750 - 294: Cassandra with a Sense of Propriety (2)
Chapter 750: Chapter 294: Cassandra with a Sense of Propriety (2)
Losing to others might make her feel guilty, but losing to Harry...
Come on, Harry Potter, who is that person?
It’s really not embarrassing to lose to him, okay?
"Actually, I think so too," Bill said with a cheerful laugh. "After I left the United Kingdom, I realized there were so many delicious foods... But after being in Egypt for so long, my taste has become somewhat desert-like... Wow, there’s Kebab here too?"
Kebab originates from Arabic, used to describe a type of grilled meat threaded onto an iron stick, mainly made from beef, lamb, or chicken.
Its full name should be Doner Kebab, meaning rotating roast meat. The method involves stacking the meat on a grill, rotating and roasting it; when the outer layer is cooked and the juice starts dripping, you slice off the outer layer with a special blade, so the meat inside can continue to roast without any waste.
Among all the foods Bill tasted abroad, kebabs were his favorite.
"Let me try it too," Fleur said with bright, captivated eyes as she watched Bill. Although they hadn’t spent much time together, Bill’s humor and wit had already completely charmed her.
It should be said that Bill was not only handsome but also had a wealth of experience.
As the saying goes, traveling a thousand miles is better than reading a thousand books. Since graduating, Bill had traveled extensively and ended up working as a Curse Breaker at Gringotts in Egypt.
His personal experiences were something the students in the Ivory Tower could not compare to.
Attracting Fleur was just a matter of time.
"Oh, the sour smell of love..." Ron muttered quietly from the side, loud enough for only Mrs. Weasley and Hermione to hear.
Mrs. Weasley just smiled; she had long noticed the tension between Hermione and Ron.
Hermione picked up a chicken leg and threw it heavily onto Ron’s plate.
The meaning was clear: Shut up and eat!
Ron was actually quite happy, but his habitual sassiness made him grumble even as he picked up the chicken leg.
"Really, why so fierce, so fierce..."
The result was Hermione delivering a solid elbow blow, making him grunt quietly.
"They have a great relationship," Harry said to Cassandra with a smile.
"Do they?" Cassandra replied without looking up, having seen the scene just now. "Seems like you really envy them, Harry. Do you want me to..."
"No, no, Kathy," Harry quickly waved his hand, speaking softly, "You’re a lady of the Malfoy family; how can you do such brutish actions? In my heart, you’ve always been gentle!"
"Hmph?" Cassandra snorted twice, very satisfied with Harry’s answer.
Smart boy, she thought to herself, and sliced several pieces of steak for Harry.
"Where’s Pabi?" Harry looked up and asked. "I remember she was just with you, but now she’s gone?"
"Oh, she’s with the Scamander family," Cassandra pointed to the nearby Scamander family, from Tina to Theseus, including Roff Scamander, who were all sitting at the Hufflepuff table and chatting happily.
Noticing Harry’s gaze, Pabi happily waved at him.
Harry was a bit silent, not because Pabi hadn’t come to join him, but because he felt sad for Cassandra.
Although Pabi had crossed time, she still had her family with her.
But Cassandra...
Uh, in terms of blood relations, Cassandra did have ties with Lucius’ family, but realistically they weren’t close.
Having experienced the Malfoy family’s glory, how could Cassandra see Lucius as a respectable person?
Not outwardly calling Lucius a spendthrift or a waste was already a generous exception from her; how dare he expect her to even look at him?
"It’s okay, Kathy," Harry said softly, wrapping his arm around Cassandra’s slender waist. "You still have me, I’ll always be with you."
Cassandra’s body tensed for a moment but then relaxed.
This Harry...
Sigh, always making people feel both love and hate.
Oh well, she’d chosen him, after all...
Cassandra sighed inwardly, seemingly since their first-year encounter on the train, their fates had been intertwined.
But...
This guy, his sweet talk was getting better, she didn’t know who he learned it from.
Perhaps, it was that godfather of his?
But Cassandra didn’t mind; this version of Harry was a lot better than the old quiet one.
She wasn’t sure what she saw in Harry; maybe it just felt right? Which led her to make him her sidekick, and then clumsily fall for this guy.
To be honest, sometimes she regretted it. If it weren’t for the awkwardness, and if she could get along well with Harry, would Grindelwald have been able to intrude forcefully?
But what she didn’t know was that a woman with deep intentions like Vivi would always find the right angle.
It all started that Christmas; they went to Vienna together, where Harry, this little rascal, helped Vivi remove her crown.
Even if events happened again, Cassandra wouldn’t regret it.
After all, saving a desperate girl was always a good deed.
Perhaps if Harry and she hadn’t illuminated Grindelwald’s life, the woman would’ve long become the next Gellert in her twisted state.
Perhaps an even stronger Gellert, at which point... having such a terrifying sister’s assistance, the Witch Purist Party would probably speed-run Europe.
"Aren’t you eating?" Cassandra suddenly asked Harry, his mischievous hand having moved from her waist to her thigh.
"Sure, let’s eat," Harry chuckled, saying, "Yeah, now that you mention it, I’m hungry..."
He tapped the table, and immediately his favorite dishes appeared before him.
A man’s life is always that simple; as long as there are a few favorite dishes, he’ll indulge in them until satisfied.
Exclusive, very exclusive.
"Harry?" Ron suddenly extended his neck to ask across Hermione, "What are your plans for the holidays? Staying at number twelve Grimmauld Square? Or planning to travel around a bit?"
"No plans yet," Harry leisurely ate, speaking casually, "If all goes well, I’ll return to number twelve Grimmauld Square, as there’s no summer plan... Of course, I might plan to go to Vienna for a bit; I haven’t been there in a long time."
"How long?" Ron asked, "I don’t remember you going to Vienna."
"Guess," Harry replied with a smile, thinking to himself.
A hundred years maybe.
"I’d rather not guess," Ron rolled his eyes. "Guessing is exhausting..."
"But I have an immature idea," Harry said again, "During summer, us Dueling House members should gather... After all, some big things are happening, and I think you all need some intensifying training."
"Oh no!" Ron slumped on the table, weakly lamenting, "Training during summer? Merlin’s pants, can’t I enjoy my holiday for once?"
"You have roughly a week to enjoy the holiday," Harry said cheerfully, "But after a week, you’ll pack up to set off and embark on a training journey with us... I’ll inform the other members too; you help me pass on the message to the Gryffindor classmates, while I inform Cedric and Draco."
"Alright."
Knowing others would accompany him made Ron feel less reluctant.
If he were the only one to undergo intensified training and couldn’t enjoy the holidays, that would be truly unacceptable!