However, back to the point, the Soul-snatching Curse cast by a second-year young wizard isn't all that strong, so it's quite normal if it hits Ron's nerve and prompts a breakthrough.
Harry watched them practicing on each other with great amusement, not intending to have them stop at all.
In fact, a hundred years ago, quite a few of his classmates had also suffered from the Soul-snatching Curse.
Actually, there's another way to avoid the Soul-snatching Curse, which is the Mind Sealing Spell.
However, Harry hadn't learned that, as he only attended a few days of classes in his sixth year and hadn't had the chance to learn this magic.
Moreover, learning the Mind Sealing Spell isn't easy, not something a second-year student can easily master.
So after some thought, Harry decided it was better for them to build resistance to this spell — for one, to master the spell skillfully, and second, to develop resistance to the Soul Emergence.
It's probably the dumbest method, of course, but also the simplest, most suited for the junior second-year students' constitutions.
Back then, Sebastian secretly pulled them aside to practice the Soul-snatching Curse together, when they were in fifth grade, with the reason being to develop resistance to the curse.
To people a hundred years ago, the Soul-snatching Curse was not considered evil.
The essence of the Soul-snatching Curse doesn't actually mess with people's minds, which is also why Harry let them practice the spell.
Just now Hermione controlled Ron to dance mechanically using the Soul-snatching Curse, and honestly, Harry had done that too.
Back when he secretly practiced this spell in the Earth Cave, he had initially planned to do it with Gareth — but unexpectedly, Cassandra very forcefully dragged him along for training.
"You should practice with me, Potter," Cassandra's proud eyes glanced down at Harry, "Oh? Don't tell me you're unwilling, unable to accept that I can manipulate you at will?"
After speaking, Cassandra gave Gareth a threatening look.
"No way, Harry is my good buddy! I would never stand by and watch you torment him..."
Gareth hadn't even finished his sentence before he felt a heavy ten Golden Galleons in his hand.
He sensibly pocketed the Galleons, happily turned away without even saying goodbye to Harry, leaving the Earth Cave to the two of them.
After all, Miss Malfoy is such a nice person, how could she possibly torment Harry?
But back to the point, just to be safe, it's still necessary to find someone to help, preferably someone who can restrain Malfoy — hmm, how about asking that newly arrived Grindelwald to save Harry.
Thinking this, Gareth happily left the Earth Cave.
Harry lifted his head to glance at Cassandra, retorting, "Compared to this, I'm more afraid that you won't play fair—"
"Oh." Cassandra's eyebrow raised slightly, "Then let's make a deal, Potter. If you can successfully use the Soul-snatching Curse on me, I'll agree to one thing you ask, how about it?"
Harry was on alert; he didn't know what Cassandra was plotting.
"How about it?"
Cassandra half-squinted her eyes, and seeing Harry's hesitation to answer, she sneered slightly.
"Oh, okay, turns out you don't have the guts, Potter..."
"Who says I don't?" Harry drew his magic wand, "Come on, Miss Malfoy—"
Cassandra didn't give Harry any time to react as she cast a spell.
"Imperio (Soul Emergence)!"
Harry only felt a wave of bliss rise in his heart, his whole body feeling warm.
Seeing Harry like this, Cassandra leisurely sat back in the chair, crossing her legs high.
Since it was summer, and because it was quite hot, she was wearing a light gray pleated skirt and gray over-the-knee socks on her legs.
Harry walked over to Cassandra and kneeled at her feet, starting to massage her legs.
One could say Cassandra's legs were quite beautiful, with lovely leg shapes; the over-the-knee socks outlined a youthful curve on her legs.
"Too light, Potter," he heard Cassandra say, "Didn't you have lunch? My little servant?"
Harry felt as if he were ill, for under normal circumstances, he would have leapt away from Cassandra — but why, at this moment, does he find joy and contentment in being lucky enough to massage Miss Malfoy's legs, as if it's the happiest thing in the world...?
But...
Her legs were indeed soft, he thought.
As she looked down at Harry, Cassandra felt a surge of delight in her heart.
Hmph...
So you keep eyeing that newcomer Grindelwald?
You rotten Potter! Am I not enough for you to look at?
I'll punish you well!
However, when she saw Harry's green eyes, her heart suddenly softened inexplicably.
Sigh...
"My neck is quite sore, Potter," Cassandra said again, "Come over and give me a massage."
"Sure."
Harry said happily, standing up to move behind Cassandra to massage her shoulders.
"Hmph."
Cassandra chuckled softly, enjoying Harry's shoulder massage service.
Perhaps feeling the shirt too tight, she reached up and unbuttoned one of the top buttons.
Harry really didn't mean to, but looking down along Cassandra's slender, fair neck, he could even see the delicate collarbone outside her shirt — he couldn't help but swallow a bit.
For a fifteen-year-old boy, the impact is still a bit much.
So beautiful, he thought, he'd willingly massage Miss Malfoy's shoulders forever as long as he could see it.
"So, Potter, you know."