"Give me a leg massage!" he commanded.
The arrogance on Cassandra's face disappeared, replaced by a gentleness Harry never imagined.
No, not just never imagined, but he dared not even think about it.
"Yes, master." Cassandra, like a maid, kneeled obediently beside him and started massaging his legs.
The word 'master' made Harry's hair stand on end, his muscles tense, and his back pressed firmly against the chair as he carefully observed Cassandra's expression.
If anything was amiss, he planned to immediately stand up and ask Miss Malfoy for forgiveness.
After all, he had always been Cassandra's little tag-along—called nicely but he felt more like a manservant.
Suddenly being served by the young lady massaging his legs made him quite uneasy.
But then he remembered, they were practicing the Soul-snatching Curse, and everyone had promised not to get angry beforehand.
So... his heart started to secretly delight.
This is the life, Harry couldn't help but feel pleased inside.
To have Miss Malfoy massage his leg, oh...
I must say, this feeling is really quite nice.
Harry triumphantly ordered Cassandra to massage his legs, shoulders, and finally directed her to do the robot dance.
This was the most popular dance when he came from that era, known as the top trend.
After having enough fun, Harry lifted Cassandra's Soul-snatching Curse.
But once he did, Cassandra reverted to her original domineering appearance.
She walked in front of Harry, grabbed his necktie, pressed one knee onto Harry's leg, her eyes shimmering with a very dangerous light.
Harry looked at Cassandra in horror, hastily waving his hands, "We said we wouldn't get angry—"
Who would have thought, Cassandra's face leaned closer, Harry could even feel the warm fragrant breath on his face.
"Do you need me to massage your leg, my little master?" Her tone and expression were extremely dangerous.
The word "master," she emphasized with stress.
Just as Harry didn't know how to respond, the door to the Earth Cave opened.
Vivi saw this posture at first glance...
Harry was sitting on the stool, Cassandra was grabbing his necktie, her face so close it looked like they were about to kiss...
"What are you... what are you doing?!" She asked incredulously.
At the same time, a wave of relief rose in her heart.
Luckily, she arrived in time, otherwise...
"Doing what?" Cassandra glanced at Vivi's figure, half-closed her eyes.
Heh...
Sneaky cat.
"As you can see." She said.
After speaking, Cassandra lifted her leg from Harry's body and released his necktie.
"Well, I've already used Potter." Cassandra walked towards the door with a brisk step, "But Grindelwald... if you want to be the hero rescuing the beauty, I think next time you should come earlier. If I were a Dark Wizard, I'm afraid Potter would already be..."
Speaking this far, she extended her hand, her long fingers clasped together, then opened like a bloom.
"Poof~"
After finishing, Cassandra pushed open the door, leaving behind a string of silvery laughter.
"Harry," Vivi stepped forward, concernedly asking, "She—did she do anything to you?"
"It's fine, Miss Grindelwald." Harry replied, "Just practicing some Inoffensive Minor Curse."
After speaking, he stood up from the chair.
"Alright." Vivi said softly, "But—we are friends, last time you promised me that you would call me Vivi."
"Okay, sorry, Vivi." Harry smiled apologetically at her.
"Let's go, take a rest before tonight when we go outside the Forbidden Forest, remember?" She said, "We promised Czech Dole to let him rest in peace..."
After Vivi's reminder, Harry recalled needing to help Czech Dole find the pages from his remains.
This time, to help Czech Dole, it was just the two of them—originally inviting Cassandra to come along, but Cassandra disdainfully refused Harry's invitation to go together.
Harry had no choice but to venture with Vivi.
Of course, through helping the ghost find peace, Harry and Vivi found the Hogwarts underground Map Secret Room, also known by Cassandra's letter as Love's Little House.
"Harry, Harry?"
Ron reached out and shook Harry, "Why are you dazing out again, dude?"
"Oh, remembering some past events." Harry smiled at Ron, "How is your practice going?"
"Seamus and Neville have finished practicing, waiting for your continued teaching." Cedric said from the side.
Harry stood up, glanced at Seamus looking expectantly, cleared his throat, and said: "Good, everyone's learning is good—especially comforting is that Ron can even break through the Soul-snatching Curse's control with his own will, even if that Soul-snatching Curse comes from the second-year little witch."
Ron showed a proud smile, while Hermione snorted.
"So, teacher, when will you teach us the remaining two spells?" Seamus said eagerly, not fearing trouble.
Harry glanced at Seamus, truly something from the congenital explosion holy body, this thought is criminal.
"I'm not planning to teach you the remaining two spells—not now at least."
"Why?" Seamus asked confusedly, "Because they're evil? But we've already learned one Unforgivable Curse, it wouldn't matter to learn two more."