How does that saying go?
I've eaten more candy than you've eaten meals!
Harry and Cassandra followed Vivi all the way to the Headmaster's Office.
Cassandra eyed Vivi's curvaceous figure with envy, leaned towards Harry and whispered, "You like this kind, don't you?"
"Huh?" Harry didn't understand what Cassandra meant.
"There." Cassandra gestured towards Vivi ahead.
Harry only took a glance and coughed twice, pretending to look away casually.
"No wonder." Cassandra shot a disdainful look at Harry, "You're the type that lives solely for appearances—completely ignoring what's inside, right?"
Harry didn't say anything. He knew that the more he said, the more mistakes he would make, and saying nothing meant making no mistakes.
But...
On the other hand,
Vivi's figure was indeed impressive, but aside from being flat as a board, Cassandra didn't have any major flaws.
Those long legs of hers, longer than his life.
Vivi seemed to have heard Cassandra's muttering behind her, and her walk became even more flirtatious, making Harry crave some peaches.
"Shameless!" Cassandra commented with a pout.
The three of them arrived at Dumbledore's Headmaster's Office, where the Dripping Stone Beast was already numb to everything. After asking for the password, it automatically jumped aside to make a path.
Of course, only Harry had this privilege in all of Hogwarts.
After all, even though the Dripping Stone Beast was a stone statue, it didn't want to get roasted by Harry.
As if anticipating Harry and the others' arrival, Dumbledore had three cups of black tea ready on the table.
Harry walked straight over, sat on the middle chair, and asked with a smile, "Seems like you knew we'd come, right, Professor?"
"No, these were prepared for someone else." Dumbledore winked at Harry, "But you could say they're for you, since I was just informed they'd arrive at the school a bit later."
"Then I won't be courteous." Harry said happily, reaching for a teacup.
"So, is there something you need?" Dumbledore asked once they all sat down.
While asking, Dumbledore was still appreciated the scene.
Look at this, sitting side by side...
Of course, he knew that as Gellert's sister, Vivi was quite the jealous type.
But thankfully, she felt quite guilty towards Cassandra, which is why she tolerated Cassandra being near Harry.
After all, she was the latecomer.
Otherwise, she might have said—"Do you think Potter will mourn for you?" that classic Grindelwald line.
"Professor Trelawney just made a prophecy for me." Harry took a sip of tea and continued, "She mentioned that Black Demon in her prophecy—saying that the Black Demon is about to cross the boundary of life and death back to the mortal realm, and by then he'll be a servant of the Demon King, and the New World will be shrouded in the shadow of death because of him... After delivering the prophecy, she lost all memory related to it, forgetting what she even said."
"Really?" Dumbledore straightened up.
Of course he knew Professor Trelawney's uniqueness. Only when she was in that vague, trance-like state, as if something possessed her, were her prophecies truly accurate.
As for the usual prophecies—just take them with a grain of salt.
"If I remember correctly, the New World should refer to America." Cassandra, despite her verbal skepticism of Trelawney's prophecies, had already been mentally analyzing it, "As for the shadow of death, I think it might be related to what Mr. Scamander investigated in North America earlier, wouldn't you agree, Professor?"
"Perhaps." Dumbledore replied ambiguously, "But the issue is, who exactly is the 'Demon King' Sybil referred to."
"It certainly won't be Voldemort himself." Harry shrugged, "But the problem is, hasn't it already been said? Professor Scamander told us that Voldemort seems to have pledged allegiance to Death. Perhaps this Demon King—refers to Death?"
"Death doesn't necessarily equate to a Demon King, Harry." Dumbledore rubbed his eyelids, "Every civilization's myths and legends are different; in some, the Death God also rules over Hell's power, so they can be called Demon Kings. In others, the Death God merely escorts souls to the Netherworld... more like bureaucrats. Calling them Demon Kings doesn't seem appropriate."
"Then who do you think Voldemort could have sided with?" Vivi asked.
While Dumbledore was still pondering, Harry suddenly raised a finger.
"Hey, maybe we should just summon Death herself and ask?"
Upon hearing Harry's suggestion, everyone present showed expressions of helplessness.
Summon Death? Ask her directly?
But what if they really summoned the one Voldemort pledged allegiance to? Wouldn't that be disastrous?
"I suggest you come up with a different idea." Cassandra said exasperatedly.
Harry sniffed; he actually thought it was quite a reasonable idea.
Looks like he should bring in others, perhaps Mr. Leme—a six-hundred-year-old alchemist. He surely knows quite a bit about Death; maybe they could consult him?
"I'll head to the International Wizarding Union headquarters in a few days." Dumbledore sighed, "Nowadays, the situation in the United States should indeed be taken seriously. If, just if Sybil's prophecy comes true, the entire Americas could face unimaginable damage…"