As soon as Cassandra finished speaking, everything from the Malfoy family disappeared.
Cassandra remained seated, lost in thought, as if reminiscing about the past.
Harry didn't interrupt her memories but stood silently by, waiting until Cassandra looked up again.
"Let's keep moving forward," she said, "We'll soon escape death's pursuit."
"Yes." Harry nodded, arriving at the Malfoy family's front door.
He opened the door, revealing a long pebble path winding ahead.
"Let's go." He turned to Cassandra and said.
The two walked forward without saying a word.
Just as Harry was about to speak, Cassandra suddenly said, "Tell me about your past two years—I never expected you would return to being thirteen..."
"It's eleven, Cassandra." Harry corrected, "Actually, I don't know why. Anyway, I turned into this after coming back— I even re-enrolled in Hogwarts... If you came back, you might do the same and return to Hogwarts with me."
"I'm already in my twenties, Harry." Cassandra chuckled, "You know adults can't attend Hogwarts."
"But you look sixteen now, Cassandra." Harry corrected her.
"No, not sixteen, this is just my consciousness space—" Cassandra shook her head, "What you see is not..."
Harry interrupted her, saying, "But you look like you're sixteen from the outside."
At Harry's words, Cassandra was taken aback for a moment, then turned her head and said, "I've taught you, Potter, it's rude to interrupt someone when they're speaking."
They were silent for a moment, then suddenly realized a castle appeared at the end of the path.
"A castle?" Cassandra looked curiously at Harry, "Is this your happy memory? I don't remember you having such wealthy friends."
Harry felt a bit embarrassed.
Because... he knew this castle all too well.
This was Christmas 1891, in Austria-Hungary at Nimongard.
"This is Austria-Hungary."
Harry spoke just one sentence, which made Cassandra's eyes sharpen.
Austria-Hungary...
The country was all too familiar to her.
Given the chance, she would rather not have gone to Vienna with Harry and Dad in 1888.
They fell silent again.
"It was that Christmas, wasn't it, 1891."
Cassandra folded her arms across her chest—even though she couldn't compare to Vivi when she looked in the peeping mirror.
"If I'm not mistaken, you and that—Grindelwald, right, the two of you went to Austria-Hungary to spend Christmas together."
"Yes, yes." Harry felt a bit guilty.
"Ah, how sweet." Cassandra chuckled, "Come on, let me see the sweet memories you two shared—you don't mind, do you, Potter?"
"No, it's not sweet." Harry sighed, trying to correct Cassandra.
Unexpectedly, the door of Nimongard Castle opened, and Vivi appeared at the entrance.
"Harry~"
She waved her arms, beckoning Harry, causing a wave of excitement.
Cassandra's eyes flashed with a hint of jealousy and envy as she fixated on Vivi's superior attributes.
"Let's go." Harry said to Cassandra, bracing himself.
They walked into the castle, and Vivi immediately took Harry's arm.
"Come in, Harry," she said, "Gael and I have been waiting for you for a while. He's been asking about you."
"Asking about me? Why?" Harry asked, puzzled—he still didn't quite understand why Gellert would keep asking Vivi about him.
In his impression, Gellert always seemed to dislike him.
"He really likes you." Vivi said with a smile, "I've had Luqi prepare a sumptuous dinner, especially your favorite, potato stew."
Cassandra suddenly turned away, her cheeks twitching slightly, as if trying hard not to spit anything out.
'Especially your favorite potato stew, oh my, oh my...' she softly mimicked Vivi's somewhat cloying tone, "Shameless German woman!"
She also knew that Harry's favorite dish was potato stew—for this reason, whenever Harry visited Malfoy Manor, the dish would definitely be on the table, even if it wasn't particularly sophisticated.
After entering the castle, they made their way to the dining room on the second floor.
A sumptuous Christmas dinner was spread across the table, a variety of dishes dazzling the eyes.
A blond boy sat at the dining table, his expression noticeably reluctant. When Vivi walked into the dining room, he managed a smile.
"This is my brother, Gael… oh, Gellert Grindelwald." Vivi introduced Harry, "He likes the United Kingdom, and he likes English people—I'm sure you'll get along."
The juvenile version of Gellert showed an explosively sweet, adorable smile, while inwardly complaining—English people? I, Gellert Grindelwald, would rather die, die outside, jump off the Alps, than ever like an Englishman!
"Hello, Mr. Potter." The young Sunflower Parrot stood up and said politely, "I've always heard my sister talk about you. It's a pleasure to meet you."