"Miss Malfoy's health condition?"
Mr. Leme slowly turned around, sizing up Cassandra, making her a bit self-conscious and tilt her head back.
"Yes." Harry also followed Mr. Leme's gaze towards Cassandra. "After Vivi woke up last year and lost her magical power, I was worried Cassandra might have some issues too... After all, you told us that playing with time always comes with a price."
"Oh." Mr. Leme revealed a playful smile. "I did say that, but... each person's constitution is different. Miss Grindelwald's problem doesn't necessarily apply to Miss Malfoy."
"How so?" Harry asked curiously.
Could it be that Cassandra's constitution is stronger, so she won't have the same problems as Vivi?
But that can't be. Vivi's physical condition isn't bad either. I remember when she was a lady-in-waiting in the Muggle World, she could hold a 20-pound suitcase and walk briskly.
What Vivi the Strong...
"Well..."
Mr. Leme elongated his tone, clearly not wanting to explain now.
Seeing him like this, Harry always felt that Mr. Leme seemed to be waiting for something.
Sure enough, just when Mr. Leme was about to delay no longer, the door to the Alchemy Room opened again.
A silver-haired figure walked in from the doorway and naturally hugged Harry's arm.
It was Vivi, who had rushed over from the Hogwarts castle!
As the saying goes, enemies cross paths with extra intensity, Cassandra not only recognized Vivi at a glance, but even squinted, looking at Vivi with a hostile expression.
The look clearly said, even if you change your hair color, I'll still recognize you!
Vivi looked back with the same gaze, and everyone around felt that where their eyes met, some sort of spark seemed to erupt.
The kind of crackling electric spark.
"Oh, Cassandra," Vivi said in an incredibly surprised tone, "My, you've come to a hundred years later—huh? How do I remember when I invited you to enter the Slytherin's Study timelock together, your reply said you 'wouldn't find a boy unrelated to you'?"
What a move by Vivi, a killer move right from the start.
Pabi, who had been dozing off, suddenly opened his eyes wide.
Mr. Leme also had a melon-eating expression. For an old man, watching amusing things was his greatest motivation to keep going.
After all, everyone loves entertainment, especially when it was Mr. Leme's invisible hand that crafted it...
But looking at Mr. Leme, it seemed he wanted to add a little seasoning to it, lest it not be... not big enough.
"Oh." Vivi seemed to think this wasn't enough, so she continued, "You also left a deposit slip for Harry, right? In the vault at Gringotts..."
"So you've seen that deposit slip, Grindelwald." Cassandra nodded knowingly, then looked at Harry and said, "It seems your little girlfriend's jealousy isn't average, Potter. But it was just a poor notebook, why couldn't she even spare it?"
At this, Cassandra feigned a realization and continued, "That reminds me of a story—you might not have heard it, Potter. It was said that when Grindelwald was out at night, on a whim she wanted to enter the Hufflepuff common room—but you know, if you're not a Hufflepuff, it's impossible to enter... So, she was doused in a large barrel of vinegar, and when she returned to the common room, she was covered in a sour scent..."
Vivi's smiling expression did not change, but she hugged Harry tighter, so much so that he could barely breathe.
This was something Harry heard of for the first time.
However, he did know about the Hufflepuff common room.
The entrance to the Hufflepuff common room is located in the corner on the right-hand side of the "kitchen corridor," where there's a pile of large barrels on a dark stone trough. Unlike other common rooms, the entrance to Hufflepuff doesn't need a password; instead, you must knock on the bottom of the second barrel in the middle of the second row to the rhythm of "Helga Hufflepuff."
After knocking correctly, the lid of the barrel will open, revealing a passage to the basement that one can crawl into.
If you're not a Hufflepuff, you'd be doused with a barrel of vinegar.
A century ago, Vivi's roommate in Slytherin was Cassandra, which is why Cassandra knew about this.
"Actually, it was the parrot that tore it apart..." Harry explained, frowning. "It was Hermione's parrot, Jack. That day, I was searching for clues about you, and while I wasn't paying attention, Parrot Jack tore your notebook apart, exposing the deposit slip inside."
"Hermione?" Cassandra repeated the name.
"Oh, she's a good friend of mine, Hermione Granger," Harry explained to Cassandra. "Also a Gryffindor."
"Like Miss Grindelwald, just a good friend, right?" Cassandra asked with a smile.
At this time, Mr. Leme somehow pulled out a bag of shrimp chips, munching away happily, not showing any signs of an elderly person's bad teeth.
"Want some?" Mr. Leme offered the bag of shrimp chips to Pabi, but just as Pabi's eyes were gleaming, Lady Perenelle standing beside her accepted the bag of shrimp chips.