"Really?" Cassandra’s expression softened, but her words remained sharp, "Should I thank you for your concern then?"

This insufferable tsundere, would it kill her to talk normally?

Oh, it might not kill her, but it would drive her mad.

Vivi smiled lightly and said, "Even if you don’t thank me, I won’t blame you for it, Kathy."

"Hmph." Cassandra snorted arrogantly and continued to battle with the oysters before her.

"Actually, oysters are best eaten on a boat." Pabi said, nodding her head, "Do you remember how Maupassant wrote about it? Ever since Harry told me about that piece, I went and read it, it really makes you hungry— I must say, after reading that article, oysters left the strongest impression on me."

"This isn’t much different than being on a boat," Vivi laughed, "Though we’re on land here, it’s still an island, and just a few hundred meters away is the beach..."

"No, it’s about the atmosphere." Pabi raised her fists, "Let’s be pirates, everyone? We’ll be pirates together, sailing on the Atlantic Ocean..."

She hummed an unknown tune, singing made-up songs, looking not very bright.

I knew it, all the nutrients have gone to your rabbit! Cassandra thought fiercely to herself, while dipping her baguette in cream mushroom soup.

That damn Pabi, why is she so voluptuous!

Even Vivi couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous.

Of course, Harry was outright envious.

He figured at least Pabi’s son wouldn’t have to worry about having enough to eat in the future.

Unlike Cassandra, if the couple were to sleep with their child in bed, and the child woke up hungry, touching the left side, hmm, it’s Dad; then touching the right side— wait?! Still Dad?

Anyone who becomes Cassandra’s child is truly doomed for life.

"You still want to be a pirate?" Cassandra looked Pabi up and down.

Pabi was a little hesitant to respond, but when she saw Vivi giving her a meaningful look, she suddenly understood.

Right, I have Vivi backing me up, what should I be afraid of!

So, she puffed up confidently.

"Why can’t I be a pirate! I want to sail freely on the ocean!"

"Boring." Cassandra picked up her wine glass, taking a sip of red wine.

She picked up her napkin to dab her lips before asking, "What about you, Pabi? What do you plan to do after graduation? You haven’t discussed this with everyone yet."

"Me?" Pabi thought for a moment and replied with a smile, "I plan to be like my nephew— oh, like Newt, and become a Magical Creature Protection Expert."

Yes, in other words, a freelance job, very plainly speaking.

However, Newt’s role as a Magical Creature Protection Expert is indeed quite useful, like his work, "Where to Find Magical Creatures," which is one of the best-selling books in the British Magic World.

In this country, almost every wizard household has a copy of "Where to Find Magical Creatures." Even Muggles have the chance to understand questions like: where do Five-legged Monsters live, what does Pu Rongrong eat, and why it’s best not to leave milk outside for Thorny.

Newt has contributed greatly to the Magic World, founding the Werewolf Registration Office almost single-handedly in 1947, but he says he’s most proud of the ban on "feeding for experimental purposes" passed in 1965.

This ban effectively curbed the prevalence of creating new untameable creatures within Britain.

Mr. Scamander once worked in the Fire Dragon Research and Restriction Bureau, with many opportunities to venture to foreign lands.

During this time, he gathered a vast amount of material for his globally bestselling book "Where to Find Magical Creatures," which is now in its fifty-second edition.

Due to Newt Scamander’s contributions to the study of magical creatures, he was awarded the title of Second-level Mage in the Merlin Order in 1979.

So, don’t be fooled by how relaxed the job of a Magical Creature Protection Expert sounds— it is pretty relaxed— but no one would call Newt Scamander a lazy bum.

"That’s quite a noble ambition. It’s the first time I’ve heard an aunt wanting to have the same ambition as her nephew." Cassandra sarcastically remarked.

"Yes, it’s just a pity that someone’s nephew isn’t outstanding," Pabi retorted with a smile, "And her grandnephew even less so, it’s like a Fire Dragon giving birth to a Sniff, each generation worse than the last—"

Cassandra took a deep breath.

She suddenly had an impulse, which was to teleport back to the hotel and use a magic spell to blow up each of the three Malfoys into the sky!

Being with such bug descendants, how can the Malfoy family thrive!

"By the way." Vivi timely intervened, interrupting Cassandra’s anger, "I haven’t asked; since you won’t be the Defense Against the Dark Arts class professor, then... what do you plan to do, Kathy?"

"I haven’t thought about it yet." Cassandra said irritably, "I don’t know what I should do or what suits me... Seems like since leaving the environment of a hundred years ago, I feel out of place in this world..."

"There have to be some new attempts, Kathy." Vivi comforted, "Even if the familiar world isn’t there anymore, we still have each other."

Cassandra was surprised to look at Vivi, seemingly not expecting her to speak such comforting words.

It’s important to know, Vivi rarely comforts anyone other than Harry.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Vivi asked with a slight smile, "Do I have something dirty on my face?"

She used a magic spell to create a mirror in front of her, and after carefully checking for any blemishes, she retracted the spell.