Cassandra didn't resist at all; within an instant, Harry easily broke through her mental defenses.
This Mind Sealing Spell defense counterattack is not like the Soul-snatching Curse, which has resistance. Under the blessing of Ancient Magic, even a naturally gifted master of Mind Sealing Spell can easily fall victim, let alone Cassandra.
Even a certain Miss Grindelwald, who prefers to remain anonymous, couldn't resist Harry's sudden attack with this new type of magic spell.
This mind control isn't the simple and crude erasure of one's self, but it retains the person's self-awareness while implanting the caster's purpose.
After a dizzying spin, the two returned to Potter's Cottage (Cassandra's words).
Cassandra was dazed for a moment, then she looked up at Harry.
"Potter..." she murmured softly.
"It seems..." Harry crossed his legs, sitting in the chair, "you've forgotten your identity, my Kathy—"
Cassandra's expression shifted slightly; she slowly closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling gently.
"Master..."
"That's more like it!" Harry said happily. It seems that hard study has paid off, and diligent practice brings power...
The suggestion Harry gave Cassandra was a maid command.
This means Cassandra has now accepted her role as Harry's maid.
Very smooth.
"So are you still wearing that outfit?" Harry gave Cassandra a quick look over, eyeing the eternally unchanged Slytherin-style little suit she wore, and questioned.
"Understood, Master." Cassandra bowed her head in embarrassment: "I'll go get it..."
With that, she turned and walked out of the room.
Harry scratched his head, wondering if he went too far?
He didn't have time to repent before he heard a knock on the door.
"Maid service."
"Come in," Harry said.
As his voice fell, the door was pushed open.
Cassandra, dressed in a maid outfit, walked in from outside. Harry noticed that she was wearing a small black leather collar around her neck, with a bell attached to it.
One could say that the British maid outfits are quite formal—it's the long dress version of the flirtatious short skirt maid outfit, with the skirt's hem extending beyond the knees, and even covering two-thirds of the calf.
Harry could only see a segment of calf wrapped in black over-the-knee socks under the skirt, with graceful lines, full and shapely.
But...
He was at a loss.
Where should he start?
He suddenly missed Vivi a little; if she were here, she'd definitely have a hundred ways to tease Cassandra.
But Harry... he's not filled with mischief like Vivi.
Seeing Harry not move, Cassandra spoke expressionlessly.
"Please feel free to command, Master."
Harry looked up, meeting Cassandra's gaze full of shame and resentment.
In the instant their eyes met, Cassandra looked away, trying to avoid making eye contact with Harry.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked concernedly.
"It's nothing." Cassandra didn't know why she suddenly became Potter's maid, but since it was so, she wasn't entirely opposed.
After all, back in the day, she often teased Potter, that mischievous boy, so letting him turn the tables doesn't seem..."
Just then, a plate filled with fruit suddenly appeared on the table.
No need to guess, it must have been secretly sent by Dobby.
Harry didn't know why Dobby would send such a fruit plate, but he knew now was the best time to use it.
"Feed me some fruit, Kathy." Harry ordered without hesitation.
Cassandra extended her small hands, gloved in white velvet, and used a fork to pick up a piece of apple, bringing it to Harry's mouth.
Harry moved his lips and pushed the apple into his mouth.
Truth be told, it was pretty sweet.
He wondered if it was a trick of the mind, as this apple tasted much sweeter than usual.
Of course, Harry had done this kind of thing quite often in the past since the first year when he was overwhelmed by money and became Cassandra's follower; whenever she was reading, or resting in a lounge chair, Harry always served her fruit.
Now he turned the tables.
But this time, Harry felt no discomfort, only extreme happiness and satisfaction.
Almost like the proverbial "singing when the slaves turn the tables."
But it's still not enough; Harry felt he should push things a bit further.
One part was to see where the threshold of mind control lies; the other part was to seize this opportunity and indulge fully.
If he missed this chance, who knows when the next would come?
"Come here," Harry commanded again.
Cassandra looked at him in confusion, a question mark floating above her head.
"Come here," Harry beckoned to her, "this is an order!"
Upon hearing the word 'order,' Cassandra's gaze sharpened, and she walked over to Harry's side.
Without raising his head, Harry thought for a moment and then commanded again, "Sit over here—"
For a moment, Cassandra took a deep breath.
But she still pressed her thin lips tightly and obediently sat down on Harry's lap.
However, the chaotic breathing and trembling petite figure revealed the turmoil inside her.
Harry really didn't expect Cassandra to obediently follow his order; he thought she might suddenly resist.
Honestly, the maiden's body is soft and full of youthful vigor, especially as Cassandra turned her head, her hair brushing against Harry's nose, the scent of her hair intoxicating him.