When they arrived at Malfoy Manor, it was already evening.
The Malfoys, being an old Pure-blood Family, were impeccable in manners and prepared a sumptuous banquet for their guests.
However, the couple mainly engaged in conversation with Little Sirius.
Harry listened to the gist of the conversation, which mainly revolved around how, after one of the core males of the Black Clan was imprisoned and the other deceased, the Malfoy Clan and some Pure-blood Clans "took over" parts of the Black Clan's estate.
Of course, this was understandable.
Now, Lucius meant that since Little Sirius, the heir of the Black Clan, had returned, it was reasonable for the Malfoy family to return the parts they "kept in trust" to Little Sirius.
Lucius also pointed out with some helplessness that some Pure-blood Clans were unwilling to relinquish the original Black Clan properties they held, which made him feel very regretful.
Hearing this, Little Sirius didn't comment, just nodded knowingly.
After dinner, Harry and Cassandra left on their own, leaving the meeting room to the three adults.
The two of them went straight to what used to be Harry's little room—yes, the room where Harry stayed every summer at Malfoy Manor a century ago.
It should be said that Cassandra's room was well-preserved, while Harry's room... was quite the opposite.
"After you left." Cassandra seemed to be reminiscing, "Father ordered your room to be converted to accommodate House-Elves, and from then on, Father became a complete Pure Blood supremacist, he hated himself for allowing me to interact with you, resulting in me..."
At this point, Cassandra stopped speaking.
"I know." Harry raised his head to look at Cassandra: "Your father believed you had hopelessly fallen in love with a Muggle boy, willing to forsake your family for him..."
"Nonsense!" Cassandra scolded: "Potter! How can you shamelessly slander a lady's virtue like that?"
"I'm just saying what your father thought, why are you so agitated?" Harry feigned confusion, "Or is it..."
"Shut up! Shut up, shut up!" Cassandra stomped heavily on Harry's foot, but ultimately held back enough so Harry felt some pain but wouldn't get injured.
If not, given the thick-soled shoes she wore, Harry would inevitably suffer some minor injuries.
"So then." Harry quietly rubbed his foot on his other leg, trying to relieve the numbing sensation, "Did you call me to Malfoy Manor for a reason this time?"
"No reason, can't I just let you come home with me?" Cassandra raised her chin, her expression as proud as ever, "Remember your identity, Potter—you are my little follower, anywhere I go, you have to follow, understood?"
"Besides." Cassandra added: "Just letting you go for the summer vacation in fifth year caused such serious consequences, I think—I can't allow you to be so indulgent anymore, don't you think?"
Harry was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said: "I don't even know what to say."
What is this exactly?
A form of detention play?
"This is still your room, I asked Father." Cassandra said with her head held high, "He permits you to return to the Malfoy Clan, but he also asked me to remind you, remember his agreement—"
"What agreement?" Harry asked knowingly.
Cassandra's face fell.
"Oh, I remember." Harry said cheekily: "I need to shoulder the responsibility, right? Don't worry, I won't leave you alone..."
"Who needs you to care." Cassandra snorted, "Don't flatter yourself, Potter—"
Harry stretched lazily, then asked Cassandra: "So what do you think? Go to Black Family Mansion with me tomorrow? Or do you plan to stay at Malfoy Manor for a few more days?"
Cassandra didn't say anything, just stared at him steadily.
"If you want, I can stay with you here for a few more days, until you want to leave." Harry said swiftly, almost without hesitation.
This high emotional intelligence response evidently pleased Cassandra.
"I'm glad you think so, Potter." Cassandra smiled: "It shows you haven't forgotten your identity, so... you may await my notice, maybe tomorrow I'll have you take me to Black Family Mansion as a guest."
She emphasized the words 'as a guest' very heavily.
It was clearly a classic case of saying one thing and meaning another.
Harry didn't expose her, just smiled at her.
"So, am I to live in such an environment?" Harry looked around and asked: "I don't think this is suitable for someone to live in, have you never thought about tidying up this room?"
"I instructed Dobby before leaving." Cassandra snorted: "Looks like this House-Elf forgot his duties, right?"
With that, Dobby appeared at the door.
"Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!" he whimpered, banging his head against the door frame, "Dobby forgot the young lady's orders, bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!"
Seeing Cassandra didn't intend to stop Dobby, Harry quickly interjected: "Alright, stop punishing yourself—you can still tidy up the room now, I don't blame you..."
Dobby blinked his big eyes hopefully and asked: "Really? Harry Potter won't hold Dobby accountable, allows him to make up for his negligence?"