Cassandra's news?
Not only Harry and Vivi, but even Dumbledore was curious about her news.
No other reason, just pure curiosity.
"Where is she?" Harry asked eagerly.
To his surprise, Gellert wasn't in a hurry at all, but instead gave Harry a mysterious smile.
"Potter... your fickle heart doesn't surprise me. Has anyone told you never to show concern for another woman in front of one?"
He wouldn't miss any opportunity to irk Harry, especially in front of his sister.
But — if it was in front of Cassandra, Gellert swore he would do everything in his power to match Potter and Miss Malfoy together.
"Did your lovely sister teach you that? Sissy?" Harry used a rather lethal term.
Upon hearing Harry's sharp retort, Gellert's face showed a bewildered expression.
The term was indeed quite lethal. Usually, the word "sissy" (a derivative of sister) is used to describe effeminate males.
In that era, effeminate men were generally stereotyped as gay.
But someone like Gellert could not tolerate being called sissy.
"Scarhead! If you want to know your old flame's whereabouts, take back what you just said!" Gellert snapped.
"Alright, Pussy Boy." Harry chuckled, continuing his mockery.
Just as Gellert opened his mouth, a transparent hand in the air grabbed the nape of his neck by the scruff of fate.
When he turned around, he saw his sister quietly sitting on the side watching him.
"I saw Miss Malfoy," Gellert said somewhat sullenly. "Exactly one year from now, we will be having Christmas dinner here together, along with... ugh, another Hufflepuff, a Hufflepuff girl, and Al, Vida, making seven of us in total."
Vivi glanced at Harry inconspicuously, "So, at the latest, Cassandra will be back by next Christmas?"
"Yes, sister." Gellert smiled faintly, "Please trust in my prophetic abilities."
"Did you also foresee the beating you received today?" Harry suddenly asked.
Gellert glared at him but said nothing.
"Can you see Cassandra's exact location?" Vivi asked again, "Like her place of sleep?"
"No." Gellert answered truthfully, "Perhaps the distance from her place of sleep is too far, so I'm unable to predict... but don't worry, if I can get closer, I can make a prediction."
"I understand." Vivi nodded and then looked at Dumbledore, "So, Professor Dumbledore... I suppose we can reach an agreement now?"
"I have no objections." Dumbledore replied.
Joking, he naturally had no objections.
If he had won the duel earlier, he might have had the grounds to refuse—although he wouldn't refuse the senior's request to re-enroll in school, he certainly wouldn't agree to release Gellert.
But there was no choice; the situation was beyond his control. Although he was slightly superior in spellcasting to the senior, he was still wearing that robe with the ancient magic spell.
If he didn't agree, perhaps the senior wouldn't be so agreeable now.
With that thought, he took out the wand from his pocket.
"This is the Elder Wand, Grindelwald," Dumbledore handed the wand to Vivi, "You must have heard that the Elder Wand is the most unfeeling and ruthless wand, caring only about ability—other wands have some loyalty to a person, so even if I am disarmed and continue to hold that wand, it will still serve me; they won't easily abandon their master."
"As Olivander said, if a wand chooses a person with ability, they will prefer the master chosen by the wand... but the Elder Wand is loyal only to ability, so it has no emotion, it follows power."
Vivi said nothing, just looked at Dumbledore, as if trying to see through to his deeper meaning.
"In 1899, Gellert stole this wand from Grigovich," Dumbledore's tone was calm, "Since then, it has belonged to him; but in 1945, I won over him in a duel, and since then the Elder Wand has been mine—until just now."
"You mean, because I won the duel, the ownership of the Elder Wand is mine now?"
Vivi reached out to take the wand, examining the special elder wood shaft, her little fingernail lightly scraping the end of the wand.
"Fifteen inches, thestral tail hair." Vivi smirked, "Ha, one of the Deathly Hallows?"
With that, she tossed the wand back to Dumbledore.
"Compared to a wand that only obeys the more powerful, I prefer the one that has always accompanied me," she said.
"Very few can resist such temptation, Grindelwald," Dumbledore's eyes softened, "I should remind you that this wand amplifies the power of spells."
Vivi smiled gently, looking at Harry.
"I still prefer the one that has always been with me, Professor, I'm a nostalgic person. No matter how dazzling the new wand is, I will never abandon my old friend."
Then she added, "Speaking of which, you should disarm me again to regain control of the wand."
Having said that, she took the wand from Dumbledore's hand.