In the vault are eight thousand Golden Galleons I prepared for you. I certainly don't want a Muggle-born like you to rely on school scholarships to study—or be taken as someone's sidekick... Remember, you can only be mine.
The clothes beneath the suitcase are those I prepared for myself. You're grown up now, and you're not allowed to wear my old robes anymore.
Additionally, I will hold you accountable for tearing my notebook—if I ever see you again, and that rather jealous... perhaps girlfriend of yours, ruining my notebook is an extremely ill-mannered act. I hope you can restrain her well, or I'll have to teach you a good lesson, Potter.
C.C. Malfoy
Harry put down Cassandra's letter, unsure whether to feel relieved or smug. Thankfully, it was Parrot Jack who tore the notebook, or he would have no way of clearing his name even if he jumped into the Thames River.
He knew best that whenever something related to Vivi was mentioned, Cassandra would easily get emotional towards him.
For instance, in the second semester of the fifth year...
At that time, he planned to play a little game left by Merlin with Cassandra, but he carelessly mentioned bringing Vivi along to play.
"So, you and that Grindelwald..." Cassandra's gaze turned dangerous, "You two... went to the Merlin Ruins together? You even gave her your clothes to wear?"
"Yes..." Harry hadn't realized the seriousness of the problem, "I saw she..."
"Take it off!" Cassandra looked at him coldly.
"What?" Harry didn't understand what Cassandra meant.
"I want you to take it off for me! My clothes!" Cassandra stomped and said, "Take it off!"
Harry dumbfoundedly took off the second-hand old robe that Cassandra had forcibly given him. The robe turned to ashes under the influence of a Flaming Bear.
Cassandra stomped hard on his foot and left him without looking back.
Anyway...
Whenever Harry thought about it, he still couldn't help but feel guilty.
He didn't even know why; he just felt guilty, that's all.
After putting away the letter, Harry continued to look around the vault, planning to carefully search for other traces left by Cassandra.
Seeing Harry draw his Magic Wand, the clerk was immediately alert.
"Mr. Potter, using magic is generally not allowed here—"
But seeing Harry's gaze, the clerk quickly changed his tone and said, "But that's only in principle. If Mr. Potter really needs to, I suppose it's not impossible."
"Revelio!"
...
February 14, 1898, England, Wiltshire.
After ending a Ministry of Magic meeting, Mr. Septimus Malfoy returned to the manor early, planning to spend the holiday with his family.
Regrettably, his wife had passed away fifteen years ago, leaving behind only two children.
The eldest was named Ignatius Malfoy, who was Mr. Septimus' pride.
The younger was named Cassandra, equally cherished by Mr. Septimus.
The family should have lived happily together, except everything changed with the arrival of that little boy with a scar on his head.
Mr. Septimus still couldn't figure out how his beloved daughter could fancy a Muggle-born orphan boy.
However, with the Malfoy Clan's resources, Mr. Septimus didn't need to marry off his daughter; as long as she liked him, a Muggle-born boy... well, at least he wasn't a Muggle.
After that, the boy with the scar gradually earned Mr. Malfoy's approval.
Even if he was Muggle-born, even if he had no parents... this child had a pure and kind heart.
Malfoy didn't need a future son-in-law who was prodigious, just a good person was enough.
Just as Mr. Malfoy had come to terms with this fact, a bolt from the blue struck—Harry, the boy with a scar, went missing.
From then on, his daughter became frantically obsessed, hearing somewhere that the boy traveled a hundred years into the future, foolishly trying to find him through Time Magic.
Sigh...
Yet when he returned to the manor, something unexpected happened.
His eldest son, Ignatius, told him Cassandra had gone to Gringotts again.
Mr. Malfoy's first reaction was a weary heart, followed by instructing Ignatius to quickly bring her back.
At Gringotts, Cassandra was storing items in Vault 831.
This number was carefully selected by her, and also something Ignatius Malfoy spent a hefty sum to acquire from someone else.
The significance... well, August 31st.
At this point, it had been six full years since Harry disappeared.
Cassandra had transformed from that prideful, youthful girl into a woman with a hint of worry on her face, looking rather dispirited in the vault.
In her hands was a magically treated vase, with a budding hyacinth planted inside.
The hyacinth, Hyacinth, starts with H, not only symbolizing Harry but also being Cassandra's favorite flower.
The other one was a camellia, Camellia, symbolizing Cassandra.
This was a Victorian Era custom. On Valentine's Day each year, February 14th, couples would transplant two budding spring branches bearing buds into specially made pots, and the first letter of the flower's name had to match the first letter of the couple's names.
A few days later, if the dual buds burst in bloom and complemented each other, it meant the couple would grow old together.
If the dual buds separated in different directions, it meant the couple would inevitably part ways.
If the flower bloomed large and bright, it signified a future of numerous descendants and family joy.
If one flower withered and fell, it meant one of the lovers was at risk of an early grave.
She muttered a few spells, setting the vase on the table.
She then placed a letter into a suitcase.
After doing all of this, Cassandra looked at her handiwork with some satisfaction.
Then, after a moment's thought, she took out a pair of brand-new little leather shoes and placed them in a T-shape under the bed by the door.
This was also a Valentine's Day custom. Unmarried girls believed if they placed shoes in a T-shape under the bed with the window open, they would dream of their true love or see him standing by the bed.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Potter."
She murmured, gently pinching the small bottle in her arms.
This was the Magic Potion she had prepared, intending to use it to pass through the long years and find Harry.
This potion was something she had coaxed from Mr. Leme after long efforts.
Of course, she didn't directly ask for the potion but requested a bunch of books on divination and prophecy, eventually finding the notes for crafting the Magic Stone from back then.
She waged an inner battle, ultimately tearing out a page with trembling hands and tucking it into the divination book.
Though the side effects were somewhat greater, Cassandra deemed them acceptable.
Proud as she was, she'd rather pay a price than weather a hundred years and face Harry with an aged face.
She took a final look at the vault and left Gringotts.
As she reached the bank's entrance, she saw Ignatius hurrying towards her.
Sorry, brother.
Goodbye.
She thought to herself as she left the Gringotts Wizarding Bank.
Subsequently, she returned to the room she had temporarily rented in the Broken Cauldron Bar.
Leaning by the window, Cassandra nostalgically glanced at her father who had arrived searching.
She activated the Merlin's Secret Treasure she had stolen from home.
With a whirl of dizziness, she found herself in a Secret Chamber surrounded by stars.
"Lumos!"
Satisfied, Cassandra patted the airtight walls around her, taking out the Magic Potion and goblet she had prepared from the Traceless Stretching Spell's little pouch.
She poured the emerald potion into the goblet, which formed a swirl of green mist in the water.
Cassandra extended her gloved hand, elegantly holding the goblet.
Of course, some had criticized her method of holding the goblet as incorrect—but this gesture was taught to her by Victoria.
"Cheers~"
She curled her lips, gracefully lifted her long, beautiful neck, and drained the potion in one gulp.
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