"Look, you guys." Harry suddenly pointed at a white cloud in the sky and said, "Doesn't that cloud look like... Hogwarts Castle?"
He admitted he was just trying to make conversation, as the cloud didn't remotely resemble a castle; it was more like a shapeless blob.
"Hmm." Vivi responded nasally, clearly not paying much attention to the cloud.
Cassandra didn't respond, her mind seemed to be in a daze.
However, all of this was observed by a large black dog not far away.
Tears the size of beans flowed from his eyes, his head pressing into the ground, whining and pushing at the earth.
Prongs! Pointy Prongs! Lily!
I've let you down!!!
Harry, he!
Harry doesn't just have one Slytherin woman! He has bloody two!!!
I've failed you, Pointy Prongs!
I shouldn't have shirked my responsibilities at Azkaban! I should have been there for Harry as he grew up!
That way, he wouldn't be deceived by these nasty women!
Thinking this, Little Sirius decided to do something.
He suddenly sprang out, furiously barking at the three figures walking away.
"Woof woof woof woof woof!"
Even if they couldn't understand dog-speak, everyone could tell from the noise that his words were filthy.
Vivi and Cassandra suddenly snapped out of it, turning their heads to see a bear-like strong black dog barking at them.
"What's wrong with this dog?" Vivi was confused; the last time it had spoiled her plans.
But when she pulled out her magic wand from her coat, the dog let out a yelp and bolted, leaving her no chance to cast a magic spell.
Don't let me see you next time, Vivi thought fiercely.
With the black dog's interference, they lost interest in staying by the Black Lake Shore.
Cassandra let go of Harry's hand, spread her hands, and said, "Let's head back, I still have some homework to finish."
"Is it for Divination Class?" Vivi teased deliberately: "Oh, I heard that Professor Trelawney said some people's souls are dried up and have no talent for divination at all..."
Hearing this, a small vein popped up on Cassandra's forehead.
This was one of her sore spots, because a hundred years ago, she'd been given this prediction by Cassandra Trelawney the Prophet, and she even cried over it till a letter was soaked.
It could be said it was her dark history.
"Oh, it's better than some people having divination talents and still not seeing their friends' impending accidents." Cassandra retorted: "Sometimes I really wonder if she did it on purpose; otherwise, why hide it?"
The two women stared each other down, sparks flying once again.
"I also think we should head back!" Harry quickly interjected to mediate: "Let's have dinner together tonight, in the Great Hall..."
"With Grindelwald?" Cassandra said with a smirk: "Then forget it—I've got other things to do today. Let's do it another day."
With that, Cassandra gracefully left the Black Lake Shore.
After Cassandra left, Vivi glanced suspiciously at her retreating figure, then at Harry.
Something's off, absolutely off!
"Why do I feel like you're up to no good?" Vivi squinted at Harry and asked.
"How could that be!" Harry looked toward the castle, avoiding Vivi's gaze.
He was thinking it was time to practice the Mind Sealing Spell!
Actually, he wanted to practice it a hundred years ago, but Cassandra and Vivi always found excuses not to teach him, and Omnius and Sebastian didn't know the spell, so Harry never learned it.
Thinking of Omnius, Harry remembered the plan he discussed with Dumbledore...
He wondered if he'd managed to get Bellatrix Lestrange's hair.
October 9th was the day of the Quidditch match.
It rained that day, but not too heavily, so the match continued as usual.
But for some reason, the weather felt chilly.
"Have some hot soup, Harry." Hermione offered a bowl of cream mushroom soup: "Eating some high-calorie foods will help you effectively resist the cold."
"Yeah, mate." Ron chimed in from the side: "Listen to Hermione, have some—surely you can't eat nothing?"
Harry grabbed a few slices of baguette and soaked them briefly in the cream mushroom soup, then devoured them heartily.
"Eat some more, eat some more." Hermione said, satisfied.
Initially a bit lethargic, Harry felt much more energized after eating.
At that moment, the Gryffindor Quidditch players also entered the Great Hall.
"This match is going to be intense, I overheard Hufflepuff's pre-game speech." Wood said, "Gosh, I can't eat anything right now..."
"Don't worry, Oliver," Alicia Spinnit reassured him, "A little rain doesn't bother us, and besides, we have Harry as our winning ace."
"You're right." Captain Wood seemed encouraged, nodding and smiling at Alicia, "I think I should learn from Harry and have some warm food, after all, the weather outside is a bit chilly—it's just a bit of rain, we don't care at all!"
But when they stepped out of the Great Hall, they realized it wasn't just a bit of rain.
Quidditch is a highly popular sport in the Wizard World, so the entire school turned out as usual to watch the match. They ran across the lawn towards the Quidditch Pitch, heads down against the wind, as halfway there their umbrellas were blown from their hands.