Gellert can't exactly do anything about being angry; after all, he can't roast Jack.
In fact, he's flustered, but he's not about to go on a rampage against a parrot that looks like him.
Truth be told, he actually quite likes this parrot that resembles him.
Ever since finding out about Jack, Gellert would occasionally come to the Gryffindor table, teasing Jack or feeding him some bought supplements.
At first, Hermione was wary of Gellert, worried he might harm Jack.
But over time, she let it be and allowed Gellert to come by and pet Jack.
Young wizards at this age are rebellious—like Snap's "Greasy-haired Bat" nickname—Gellert earned the nickname "Parrot."
However, it's more of a term of endearment, given he's bonded with his classmates.
On Saturday afternoon, while Gellert was petting Jack, Harry called him outside the hall.
"Assistant Gael," Harry said, "Could you come out for a moment? I have something to discuss."
Mischief flashed in Gellert's eyes.
"No need for privacy here. What's up, Harry?"
"It's rather personal." Harry emphasized "personal."
"Alright." Gellert reached out to stroke the Sunflower Parrot's head, "Jack, I'm stepping out for a bit with this scar... Harry, I'll be back soon."
Harry: (ꐦಠಠ)?!
Were you going to say "scarhead"?
Gellert seemed to know what Harry wanted to say, and as they reached the hall's entrance, he politely nodded at two girls greeting him, and said in a sing-song voice, "Actually, I meant 'scar-headed glasses beast.'"
Harry decided to ignore him.
"So what did you want to discuss, Mr. Potter?" Gellert asked with a smile.
"It's about Cassandra," Harry said, "You promised you'd use prophecy to help us find her once you came to the school."
Gellert showed a surprised expression.
"Oh…" he said, realizing, "I thought you were so swept away by my sister's charm you'd forgotten your old flame—"
"Cassandra is my good friend," Harry tried to argue, "My best friend."
Gellert gave him an intensely disdainful look.
"I'll consider her your best friend, Potter," he huffed, "But... credit to you for remembering Cassandra. Oh~ is it because my sister recently snubbed you that you're missing Cassandra's good nature?"
Saying this, Gellert looked as if he'd come to a sudden realization.
"You're quite the scoundrel, Potter," he taunted, "But I'm glad you've realized that. My sister is career-driven—know that? Neither you nor I are ever her top priority..."
His prophetic eye rolled with an enigmatic smile as if he'd seen an amusing future.
Harry noticed Gellert's rolling eyes and knew he'd seen something.
"What did you see?" he asked, concerned.
"Nothing about Miss Malfoy," Gellert said cryptically, turning, "Follow me. I think it's best to make prophecies in an appropriate place."
The two walked one after the other to the fountain in the central courtyard.
Scotland is still in winter; the snow within the castle hasn't melted.
The fountain, covered with snow, is at rest despite being at a magic school, adhering to the seasons.
Since the cold wind continued blowing, there were no students around, making it a fitting place for Harry and Gellert to discuss Cassandra.
As Harry reached the fountain, Hedwig appeared from nowhere, landing on a bench nearby.
"Your bird is remarkable," Gellert praised Hedwig, "She's beautiful—"
"Hagrid gifted her to me for my birthday."
Harry's face lit up mentioning Hagrid.
Gellert raised an eyebrow, knowing Hagrid well after half a month's acquaintance.
Despite being a mind-extraction master, Gellert loved Hagrid's straightforward nature and noted Dumbledore's trust in him.
"Here." Harry reminisced at the snow-covered fountain, saying, "Back in first year, Cassandra would often come here to watch the fountain and would sometimes invite me along."
Gellert looked as if he understood it all: "So back then, you resisted, thinking she was bullying you, right?"
Harry glanced at Gellert but stayed silent.
"Human beings are complex creatures, Harry," Gellert said lightly, "Even though you're an '87 entry student, I'm slightly older than you—so I can be considered an elder."
"Are you going to impart life wisdom?" Harry asked with a sidelong look.
"As if." Gellert chuckled, "We're sworn enemies, Harry—but rest assured, I have my principles; I'll fulfill what I promised, no shortcuts."