"Can you tell me your story?" Draco, still a child, was quickly drawn into the topic.
Actually, he was quite interested in the experiences of the Legendary Wizard—especially since they were related to his ancestors.
"There isn't much to say. I first met her on the train," Harry said, showing a nostalgic expression, "just like you once came to find me on the train. But honestly, Cassandra had much better manners than you. She never attacked someone's character or background, only mocked me for being lazy and arrogant..."
Draco opened his mouth, unsure how to respond.
"Do you know why I hit you back then?" Harry smiled mischievously.
"Why?" Draco asked.
"Because it reminded me of her," Harry said, "you and she share the same surname, have the same hair, but you were genuinely annoying. At the time, I thought I'd teach you a lesson for her sake."
"Uh, I'm really sorry about that." Draco scratched his head.
"Yeah, you should be sorry," Harry snorted, "your so-called pure-blood pride is vastly different from what it was a hundred years ago—you know, the pride your great-aunt took in pure-blood was about bearing the responsibilities of a pure-blood wizard, taking care of Muggle Wizards like me."
"Aren't you quite strong? Why did she still..." Draco asked curiously.
"That was a long time ago," Harry sighed a bit, "Does your family still have anything related to her? I actually miss her a lot..."
"I don't know." Draco shook his head, "No wonder after you did the Mind Reading back then, you immediately found out that Melop wasn't Cassandra. So you two were really close."
"Were we?" Harry pondered, "She was always quite disdainful of me."
"I don't think so, Harry," Draco suddenly said, "I think she must have liked you a lot, otherwise..."
"Otherwise what?" Harry asked.
"I can't say for sure, just an intuition," Draco shrugged.
Harry suddenly stopped, looking at Draco seriously.
"The reason I'm telling you all this is because you are her descendant. I hope you can be proud and principled like her, not just holding on to some so-called pride. I hope you aren't beyond redemption, wasting all my words today."
"I will, Harry," Draco said earnestly, "You're a Legendary Wizard—I will definitely listen to you."
"Well then," Harry asked again, "you should know about Cassandra's father, Mr. Septimus Malfoy, right?"
"He's my great-grandfather," Draco answered, "Do you know him too?"
"This isn't my first time at Malfoy Manor. Last time I was here, Mr. Septimus Malfoy was the head of the Malfoy family," Harry replied, "I heard that families like yours keep portraits of ancestors at home. Do you have a portrait of him? I'd like to talk to him."
Draco instantly got excited upon hearing this.
Yes! If I could meet my great-grandfather, then it would definitely prove Harry's identity!
See!
Must take him to see!
Thinking about this, Draco quickly said, "I know, he's in the room on the third floor, I'll take you to see him."
With that, Draco turned and walked away.
Harry chuckled to himself, this impatient kid...
He followed Draco to a room on the third floor and pushed the door open.
Harry took out his Magic Wand and lit up the lights in the room.
"I need to remind you that someone is sleeping here."
A familiar voice rang out, rich and mellow.
"Mr. Malfoy," Harry greeted.
Upon hearing Harry's voice, the previous voice paused for a moment.
"This voice... sounds familiar?"
Harry walked forward, meeting Septimus sitting in a chair.
Septimus was silent for a moment before his eyes suddenly turned sharp.
"Potter!"
Harry made a nasal sound with the 'ter,' almost bursting into laughter.
Well, it truly is the Malfoy family; even the pronunciation of 'Potter' is so consistent...
It's no wonder Septimus didn't recognize it immediately; after all, Harry visited the manor during the summer holiday of the fourth year.
But in just the first moment of seeing Harry, Septimus immediately recognized who the boy in front of him was!
"Potter! How... you even dare to come to Malfoy Manor?!" Mr. Septimus was visibly suppressing anger, even his platinum hair fluttering in the windless air.
Draco bowed his head, revealing an "Oh wow" expression of a bystander eating popcorn.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Malfoy," Harry said somewhat surprisedly, "I didn't expect you still remember me, could even recognize me at a glance."
"Recognize you?" Septimus laughed through gritted teeth, "Potter, even if you turned to ash, I'd recognize your face! What on earth did you give Kathy in that Magic Potion that made her seem bewitched, wanting to travel through time to find you!"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Malfoy," for once Harry didn't retort, because in this matter, he was indeed at fault.
Because standing before him was none other than Mr. Septimus, a father who had lost his daughter.
"Sorry?!" Septimus chuckled sadly, "Can it be ended with just an apology? I lost my daughter! My most beloved daughter! Now she might already be dead with that vague goal!"
Harry opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to respond.
He could only bow his head, letting Septimus scold him.
He didn't have any rebuttal, as this was what he deserved.
After a while, Septimus seemed to have calmed down a bit.
"I'm at least comforted that you Muggle Species aren't completely ungrateful, still knew to come to Malfoy Manor to visit me."
Mr. Septimus snorted, his eyes filled with dissatisfaction of seeing a boar ravaging his family's cabbage.
"Uh, Mr. Septimus," Harry suddenly said, "Actually, I just learned that I am part of the Potter family, not from the Muggle World."
Believe it or not, when Harry said this, he could clearly see Septimus's entire spirit change.
"Ha, you say you're a boy of the Potter family?" Septimus excitedly stood up, paced back and forth, muttering to himself.
He was not happy that Harry "belongs to the Potter family," but joyful that Harry wasn't a Muggle Species, he was a Pure-blood Wizard.
This could be considered a small consolation.
"That's at least some misfortune in fortune, Potter," Mr. Septimus Malfoy snorted, "but this doesn't erase your irresponsibility—after you perished together with Lanlock, Kathy seemed possessed with madness. She first begged me to introduce her to Prophet Cassandra Trelawney, learning prophecy in hopes of finding your whereabouts..."
"By the way," speaking of this, Septimus gestured to the back, "there's a letter behind the picture frame that Kathy received back then... Well... never mind, read it yourself. If you have any conscience left, I believe you would help me find Kathy's whereabouts."
Harry paused for a moment, then immediately used a Transformation Spell to conjure a stool, stepping on it to reach behind the picture frame.
Sure enough, he touched an envelope.
He took it out, opened the envelope and sat on the stool, pulling out a wrinkled piece of paper.
The handwriting on the paper had obviously been dampened, somewhat blurry, but still readable. It said:
Miss Malfoy:
I regret to inform you that you have been relieved of your apprenticeship.
I'm sorry, I misjudged your potential for divination. Please understand that even the most gifted of prophets can occasionally err.
At least, you don't have to worry about your dullness now, and can pursue more suitable goals, such as weaving carpets.
Unfortunately, I don't know any carpet weavers or have time to write you a recommendation letter.
Please return to Wiltshire as soon as you see this letter.
Cassandra Trelawney
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