It was obvious that Mr. Leme intended it for his wife, Pernelle.
"But what I didn't expect was that you're still the same as before..." Cassandra looked disdainfully at Vivi, "My God, Potter is only a thirteen-year-old kid, and you? You're already a seventeen-year-old old chap, yet you're still clinging to him... If I remember correctly, it's September now, not the reviving spring—even if it were that season, you should go back to Love's Little House, not doing such things in front of all of us."
Mr. Leme, who had been watching and eating popcorn, suddenly spoke up.
"As you can see, Miss Malfoy," he said, "Miss Grindelwald lost her magic power during time travel—and coincidentally, Harry absorbed my Magic Stone, so... you know, the Magic Stone contains endless magic power. Harry can replenish the lost magic power for Miss Grindelwald, but it requires physical contact, just like with the Magic Stone."
Upon hearing Mr. Leme's words, Vivi even rubbed her little face against Harry, revealing a satisfied expression.
She mouthed to Cassandra.
'Aren't you jealous?' she said silently.
Cassandra snorted, turned her head away, and refused to look at the two of them.
But her arms were crossed so tightly that you could see her knuckles turn white from the force, if not for the white lace gloves she wore.
Vivi displayed a victorious smile, feeling confident she had won.
However, Mr. Leme was quite perceptive, he saw through what Cassandra was truly thinking.
"Oh, with all this distraction, I almost forgot the most important thing." Mr. Leme said leisurely, "As Harry just said, time travel inevitably comes with a price. Miss Grindelwald lost her magic power, and Miss Malfoy... are you sure you still want to hide this matter from your best friends?"
"Hide what?" Harry asked, puzzled, "Cassandra, do you know what's going on?"
"Shut up!" Cassandra said coldly.
"Let me explain." Mr. Leme knew Cassandra's character and that she would never say it herself—so he decided to take the initiative.
"The potion I gave Miss Malfoy comes with a significant price..." Mr. Leme said, looking secretively at Harry: "While those who drink this potion will fall asleep and remain eternally young—they will also pay a heavy price, which is to have only one year left to live."
Everyone present was shocked at Mr. Leme's words, including Vivi, who involuntarily released Harry's arm.
"What did you say?" Harry asked incredulously, "Cassandra only has one year left to live?! How is this possible... how can this happen?!"
"It's just the way it is, Potter." Cassandra said with a carefree smile, "That is the price I must pay—"
"But, how can this be..." Harry anxiously paced back and forth before dashing over to Mr. Leme and gripping his hand.
"Mr... Leme..."
"Crack."
Harry used a bit too much force and accidentally broke the bone in Mr. Leme's hand.
"Ow, why are you so reckless?" Mr. Leme gave Harry a disapproving look, shook his hand back into place, "Of course, I have a solution, but... it depends on whether Miss Malfoy is satisfied."
Saying this, Mr. Leme wasn't too bothered by Harry breaking his hand, as he tapped Harry twice and then took out his magic wand, muttering some incantations towards Cassandra.
To the side, Vivi, who had been worried, suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of foreboding.
Sure enough, Mr. Leme said leisurely: "All done— you should remember the role of the Magic Stone, right, Harry?"
"The role of the Magic Stone?" Harry asked as if lost, suddenly recalling what Hermione had said in their first year.
"Ancient alchemy involved the creation of the Magic Stone, which is a mystical substance with astonishing functions. The Magic Stone can turn any metal into pure gold and also create the Elixir of Life, making the drinker immortal."
He repeated it instinctively.
Vivi suddenly felt as if she had grasped something, while Cassandra remained clueless, and Pabi had a look as innocent as ever.
"Indeed, immortality." Mr. Leme said with a chuckle: "Now that you are one with the Magic Stone, you have acquired such immortality—not only can you recharge Miss Grindelwald's magic power, but you can also replenish Miss Malfoy's life energy..."
Vivi: !
Now she knew why she had a bad premonition!
What on earth! Harry can not only replenish magic power but also restore life energy?!
My God...
"You mean to say..." Harry suddenly felt a sly sense of joy in his heart, not knowing why he felt so, but he just did... a sly sense of joy.
Vivi suddenly hugged Harry's right arm.
"Just like Miss Grindelwald," Mr. Leme said with his arms crossed, "Miss Malfoy can also restore life force through contact with Harry... this way, she won't have to die..."
Upon hearing this, Cassandra was suddenly stunned.
Then, her face, and even her neck, turned an embarrassing shade of cherry pink.
My God, she actually has to hug Potter!
Absolutely... absolutely shameless!
But...
Look at that sneaky cat, shamelessly hugging Potter...
What if she leads Potter astray?
But no matter how much she thought about it, she couldn't mentally get past it.
"Miss Malfoy." Mr. Leme continued to advocate for a brighter future, "I think you should give up some thoughts you shouldn't have, after all, you are different from others now, with less than a year left to live... I think neither your friends nor your family wants to see you die just like that, or it would make all the preparations we did in vain, wouldn't it?"
Cassandra bit her lip, glanced at Harry, who looked serious yet secretly pleased, then looked at the wary Vivi.
Hmm...
What Mr. Leme said made sense, I really should abandon some inappropriate thoughts, I can't let my father and brother be sad again...
Moreover, this sneaky cat from the Grindelwald family...
How can I let her spoil Potter?
In the end, she made up her mind.
Yes, just like that!
With this thought, Cassandra walked gracefully to Harry's other side.
She extended her hand and held onto one of Harry's arms.
Unlike Vivi, she didn't cling her whole body to Harry, she merely held onto Harry's arm with her hand.
"Relax, Potter," Cassandra said, holding her head high, curling her lips up as if she was doing Harry a favor, "Mr. Leme is quite right, I shouldn't harbor such worldly thoughts—you should understand, I'm doing this for myself."
"Mm-hmm!" Harry nodded vigorously, despite usually being quite sarcastic, he had no intention to showcase his sarcastic wit now.
What if Cassandra is driven away by his sarcasm, she only has a year to live, what then?
But...
You tell me to relax, yet you aren't relaxed at all...
Tears welled up in Harry's eyes.
My dear sister, could you ease up your grip a bit?!
The atmosphere in Mr. Leme's alchemy room gradually turned strange.
On Harry's left was Cassandra, gripping his left arm tight, and on his right was Vivi, snuggling and clinging to his right arm.
The two women stared daggers at one another, seemingly engaged in a silent war.
(Deleted and rewrote multiple times, still not satisfied, feeling a bit frustrated, I need to sort it out properly.)