Harry was still a bit hesitant, asking Pabi about this... Is it a bit inappropriate?
After all, Pabi is just a girl. Can she understand these complicated relationships?
Seeing Harry lost in hesitation, Pabi shuffled closer.
She sniffed and nudged at Harry's clothes, bumped her head twice: "Hey, what are you embarrassed about? Just tell me directly—"
"Ahem." Harry also looked up to glance around, making sure there was nobody nearby, then he quietly said to Pabi: "Well, Pabi, I have a friend..."
"Oh, you have a friend." Pabi nodded her head quickly.
"It's just, my friend, his situation is a bit complicated." Harry organized his thoughts, trying to avoid having too many gaps in his story: "There are several girls who have sacrificed everything for him, so now he's torn about whom to choose."
Pabi looked up, suspiciously glancing at Harry.
Several girls, sacrificing everything for him...
"Is this friend actually you?" Pabi asked suspiciously.
"No, how could it be." Harry quickly waved his hand in denial.
Pabi leaned back tactically, squinting her eyes to scrutinize Harry before saying: "I'll assume that's it... So, what do you think? Do you... Oh, does your friend know whom he likes more?"
"I don't know either."
After saying this, Harry realized it sounded off, so he quickly added: "Oh, my friend doesn't know either."
While speaking, Harry propped his chin with his hands, lost in thought, pondering which is better.
"Alright." Pabi shook her head, saying: "Do you like Vivi more, or Cassandra?"
"Actually, they're both pretty good, Vivi..."
Halfway through speaking, Harry realized something was off.
When he looked up, he found Pabi's eyes gleaming with a cunning glow.
"Haha, you've admitted it, haven't you?" Pabi shook her head, saying: "Looks like there's only one truth! The friend you talked about is you, you've admitted it!"
"Alright, alright." Harry raised his hands, saying: "I admit... So what do you think, what should I do?"
Pabi lowered her head, rubbing Harry's face with her head: "What do you think?"
"The problem is, choosing either one will hurt the other... You think about it, if I choose Vivi, Cassandra would definitely be heartbroken." Harry lay beside Pabi, hands behind his head, "Cassandra has forsaken everything for me, even crossed a hundred years to be here... She only has a year to live and needs the energy from my Magic Stone to live peacefully..."
"So you're choosing her?" Pabi asked with sparkling eyes.
"Choose her?" Harry thought for a while, then shook his head and said: "Vivi is the same, I have no doubt that if I made such a choice, Vivi would... Oh god, it's terrifying, I already don't dare to think about it."
Pabi chewed on the hem of Harry's clothes, once again speaking: "Actually, you have another choice..."
"What is it?" Harry asked with interest.
"The middle path." Pabi said.
"Middle path?" Harry turned his head: "Choose someone else? Oh, you mean I don't choose either of them, choose someone else? Do you think at that point I could withstand the wrath of both of them?"
Pabi thought about it and felt Harry was right.
But that's not what she meant earlier.
"No, I mean..." Pabi looked up: "Don't make a choice."
"What do you mean?"
Harry looked at Pabi, discovering a more prominent meaning in her eyes.
"Are you...?"
Harry thought of a possibility, one he once considered but found shameful.
He raised a finger, looking slightly shocked: "Are you...?"
Pabi nodded confidently.
"You really are..." Harry covered his mouth, gazing at the sky.
Oh my, wanting it all...
Just thinking about it slightly felt exhilarating—though indeed it seemed the most fitting choice.
They all sacrificed everything for him, no matter who he gives up, it would cause unimaginable harm.
So the question arises...
Both Vivi and Cassandra are exceedingly proud girls.
Making them put aside their differences and develop together, Harry felt he had a long way ahead.
"This is indeed a good idea, Pabi." Harry pulled Pabi over and gave her a big smooch on her forehead, "Really fantastic—"
"Isn't it?" Pabi joyfully wagged her tail, "I also think it's great, this way nobody gets hurt..."
"No, I think in the end, the one who gets hurt might be me." Harry said decisively: "Just think, if they find out what I'm thinking now..."
Pabi thought for a moment, instinctively shivered.
Oh dear, the wrath of two people...
"I think you should learn a few more Defense Spells or Healing Spells." Pabi said seriously to Harry, "At least this way, you won't be beaten to death immediately."
Harry only pondered slightly following Pabi's description, then quickly sat up.
Oh my, too frightening.
This path looked to still have quite a long way ahead.
"Good luck, Harry." Pabi said to him: "You shouldn't doubt yourself, believe me, you can definitely do it."
"Really?" Harry still felt a bit unsure.
"Oh my, Harry." Pabi sighed: "You should understand one thing, for women who would forsake everything to come a hundred years later to find you, they must love you to the core... So now what you need most is to face the reality! You are no longer the unknown Little Muggle Wizard who just entered school a century ago, now you are a Pure-blood Wizard, and you are also the Savior of the Magic World! You definitely deserve to be with both of them!"