"Wait a minute!" Vivi rolled her eyes playfully. "I’ve seen it before, why are you shy? I’m not shy at all—just change right here!"

"Isn’t this a bit inappropriate?" Harry asked, scratching his head.

"There’s nothing inappropriate about it, go ahead and change." Vivi sat on the chair, crossing her legs confidently.

"Alright then."

Harry thought it made sense; the girl wasn’t shy, so why should he, a grown man, be embarrassed?

He took off his clothes and put on the formal suit.

As he turned around, he saw Vivi’s eyes light up.

"You really are my boy!" Vivi grinned, coming over to give him a big hug.

Then she tilted her head up and gave Harry a gentle kiss on the lips.

Yes, Harry had grown up, and now he was taller than Vivi by a whole head.

No longer the cute height difference in reverse.

Feeling flustered, Harry lowered both his hands to lift Vivi’s legs, pinning her against the wall.

"Oh~" Vivi smiled alluringly. "Looks like you can’t wait, my Harry—so, are you planning to let me have dinner first, or let me have a taste of something else first..."

Before she could finish her sentence, there was a knock at the door.

"Harry."

It was Cassandra.

"Or," Vivi whispered in Harry’s ear, "I could tie Cassandra up and let her watch how I devour you?"

"This... this..."

Don’t even mention it, Harry instinctively felt it was inappropriate, but he was secretly thrilled.

No kidding, this was too exciting.

"This what?" Vivi lowered her head and gently bit Harry’s earlobe.

Harry shivered, quickly releasing the enchanting lady.

No, no.

He took a couple of deep breaths; he couldn’t do this.

Walking to the door, Harry opened it, and sure enough, Cassandra stood outside.

Today she was dressed in all black, a long skirt that went below the knees, and a pair of small leather boots on her feet.

As a wizard, particularly one with strong magical powers, she didn’t care much about temperature, as magic could counteract any discomfort from temperature changes.

"Seems like you have a guest?" Cassandra’s lips curled up, her eyes noticeably brightening.

"Uh, it’s Vivi," Harry said. "She probably arrived last night? I don’t know, anyway, when I woke up in the morning, she was already sleeping beside me."

"Oh." Cassandra nodded, elongating her sound in a meaningful way. "Seems like I came at the wrong time? Harry?"

"No, you came at the perfect time." Harry reached out to hold Cassandra’s hand. "Come in, let’s have a chat together... It’s been a while since we sat down for a good talk like this."

"Really?" Cassandra crossed her arms and huffed. "Since you said so, I’ll reluctantly come in and chat with you—"

After entering the room, Cassandra remarked, "Seems like your Lady Grindelwald—allow me to call her that, after all, she’s quite the popular Minister of Magic now—still loves you dearly. Look, she even bought you clothes."

Her words contained no sarcasm, at least in Cassandra’s opinion.

"Yes." Vivi said, grinning from inside, "At least I won’t give Harry second-hand clothes that I’ve worn myself, wouldn’t you say, Harry?"

Harry suddenly felt inviting Cassandra in was a mistake; these two women immediately started a sarcastic exchange...

No, this was giving him a headache.

Upon hearing Vivi’s words, Cassandra’s face immediately sank.

Yes, I just gave Harry old clothes to wear, so what?

"Hey," Harry tugged on Cassandra’s clothing, "Honestly, I really have to thank Cassandra. If she hadn’t given me clothes to wear, I might have gone without any. Just think, back when I was alone a hundred years ago, completely alone..."

"Of course," Vivi propped her chin with her hand, "I’m well aware of that story—see, your good friend Kathy not only gave you clothing but also used her father’s trustee power to grant you quite a bit of scholarship, didn’t she?"

"What’s wrong with that?" Cassandra snorted, crossing her arms, "Unlike some people whose princess crown hung on a tree, needing Harry to help retrieve it—am I right?"

Vivi maintained her cheerful demeanor. "Yes, I never got the chance to thank Miss Malfoy for speaking up for me back then..."

"So this is how you thank me?" Cassandra’s expression suddenly darkened.

If you hadn’t brought it up, this wouldn’t be an issue, but now that you have, it’s infuriating.

No, is this how you thank me?

I kindly spoke up for you, and you? Is our friendship just like plastic flowers, fake but never withering?

You, this person, didn’t treasure your friends’ kindness but instead focused on her little piggy, even crossing thousands of miles to the UK for study abroad, determined to snatch that little pig anyway...

This is beyond ridiculous!

"I can use other ways to thank you as well."

Vivi said, standing up and walking over to Cassandra.

She stretched out an arm, pressing it against the wall behind Cassandra in a classic kabedon pose.

"So, what do you say?" Vivi asked with a playful smile. "Do you want me to express my gratitude to you?"

"You, what are you trying to do?" Cassandra was clearly a bit overwhelmed.

What is this woman doing, talking and moving so close, what’s the deal here...?

Vivi leaned in and blew softly in Cassandra’s ear.

Cassandra felt herself go weak all at once, like noodles, almost unable to keep standing.

"Alright, alright, stop bullying Kathy." Harry quickly stepped forward, hugging Cassandra and settling her down to sit.

He turned and looked at Vivi, both amused and helpless: "You know..."

"What about me?" Vivi grinned back. "Did I do anything wrong? I’m just showing my gratitude to Kathy..."

Harry concluded that Vivi was purely a troublemaker.

Cassandra sat on the sofa in silence, her small hand tightly gripping Harry’s arm, her eyes fixed on Vivi, almost ready to spew fire.

This woman, too shameless!

That was her inner thought, fuming.

"How about we go for a meal?" Harry suggested, seeing the awkward atmosphere. "Let’s invite Pabi too, what do you think? Yesterday I heard about a restaurant that makes great oysters. Remember that Maupassant novel you showed me? The scene where Uncle Yu Le on the ship had the ladies eating oysters. I’ve never forgotten that."

Indeed, Harry’s interruption broke the tension, and Cassandra set aside Vivi’s recent mischief.

"Oh, I remember." Cassandra nodded. "I seem to recall telling you that a true pure-blood wizard should also have literary knowledge, so I recommended some novels to you—of course, Maupassant is one of my favorite writers."

"I’ve met Leo Tolstoy." Vivi chimed in unexpectedly.

Cassandra’s face fell again.

"Who asked you?"

"Oh, I was just stating a fact." Vivi said smiling, "Besides Tolstoy, I’ve met many literary giants... You know, my aunt’s family has some influence in the Muggle world, not just the writers, but also many music maestros I’ve seen."

Indeed, she had reasons to be proud, as in the 19th century, Vienna was the world’s art center.