Not at all?
What's going on?
The most surprised was neither Harry nor Cassandra, but Little Sirius.
He never expected someone with the surname Grindelwald could get a job at the Austrian Ministry of Magic.
This world is crazy, like a mouse serving as the maid of honor for a cat.
Cassandra wasn't surprised because she already had a thorough understanding of Vivi.
This woman with the Grindelwald surname, whatever she wants to achieve, she definitely can.
Moreover, it's just entering the Austrian Ministry of Magic. She's merely a girl with the Grindelwald surname—no one can prove she has any relation to Old Grindelwald, so naturally, no one would come forward to oppose.
The main thing is, the current Austrian Ministry of Magic is completely controlled by the Witch Purist Party.
"Welcome, all of you."
Vida Rozier was the first to speak. Even at her advanced age, she still maintained that elegance.
She looked at Harry and smiled, "Mr. Potter, we meet again—since I stepped down as Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, it seems this is our first meeting?"
"Hello, Lady Rozier." Harry nodded slightly, "It's a pleasure to see you."
"Alright then." Lady Rozier glanced back at Vivi and said to Little Sirius and Mr. Weasley, "We should give the young ones some time together, don't you think?"
"Of course." Little Sirius couldn't say no at this point, partly because the other was the Minister of Magic in Austria, and partly because he knew it was Vivi's intention.
He no longer resisted Harry's good relationship with this Slytherin woman, largely because of Harry's mother's great support.
Little Sirius had seen firsthand, upon learning that her son had hit it off with her best friend, the approving look in Lily's eyes, as if saying, "Good boy of mine."
If even the mother agreed, who was he, a godfather, to object?
Vivi nodded slightly at Lady Rozier, placed the files she was holding on the table, and said to Harry and Cassandra, "Let's go, let's chat somewhere else."
The three of them walked into a side room, and after sitting on the chairs, Cassandra frowned and asked, "Grindelwald, what kind of game are you playing again?"
"This isn't a game." Vivi put a finger to her lips, "After graduation, I can't just be unemployed, right? I needed to find some work, and it so happened that the Austrian Ministry of Magic invited me, so I accepted because I was desperate for an opportunity."
Cassandra let out a snort as if she had heard the greatest joke in the world.
"The Austrian Ministry of Magic invited you?" She smirked, "Don't think I don't know who Lady Rozier is. She's your brother's— the Sunflower Parrot's old lover!"
Hearing this, Vivi's face darkened.
Cassandra thought she'd hit the nail on the head, crossing her arms with a smug smile.
"Oh, you're wrong about that." Harry suddenly whistled.
"I'm wrong?" Cassandra frowned at Harry, "What did I get wrong?"
"Lady Vida Rozier isn't Gellert Grindelwald's old flame." Harry corrected, "Gellert's old flame is actually someone else— can you guess who?"
"Who is it?" Cassandra asked.
Vivi reached out several times, hesitated to speak, and then resignedly put her hand down.
Forget it.
Forget it…
Such family shame, even if Cassandra doesn't know now, she will eventually find out later.
Let Harry say it, the sooner the better.
"You know this person." Harry teased, "And you've seen them not long ago…"
"I've seen them?" Cassandra was puzzled, "Could it be Professor McGonagall?"
Harry thought about it for a moment, but he just couldn't see Professor McGonagall being in the same category as Gellert.
As everyone knows, cats and parrots don't get along, especially Sunflower Parrots.
Sunflower Parrots often like to mimic dog barks to scare cats or push them off when they're napping…
"No way." Harry waved his hand: "It's not Professor McGonagall, can you guess someone else?"
"Then it's…" Cassandra raised her head, deep in thought, "Professor Sprout?"
"No." Harry shook his head again.
"Professor Bubaji?" Cassandra mentioned the Muggle Studies lady.
"No." Harry shook his head once more.
"It can't be Trelawney, could it?" Cassandra even gagged a little at the mention of the name, "Oh, Merlin's beard, Grindelwald's brother can't have such poor taste to fancy that mystic Trelawney, right?"
Cassandra had a profound grudge against Trelawney…
Back then, Trelawney's great-grandmother, Cassandra Trelawney, the Prophet, had once ridiculed her with very sharp words.
As a result, she would rather side with Grindelwald than take Trelawney's side.
"No, this person— oh well, I'll just tell you."
Harry said, glancing mysteriously at the door to make sure no one was there, then quietly said, "Guess what? That Gellert Grindelwald's old flame, it's none other than our principal…"
Principal?
Cassandra showed an 'I knew it' expression.
"Hmph!" Cassandra rolled her eyes at Harry: "You said it wasn't Professor McGonagall? Are you doing this on purpose…"
"Not the vice-principal!" Harry sighed: "It's Dumbledore, Principal Dumbledore, Albus Dumbledore!"