"Stop! Stop!" she screamed in terror.
It was clear that she was genuinely scared.
Her eyes were tightly shut, and she clutched Harry so tightly that it was almost deforming him.
Harry stopped the shaking and looked again at Pabi.
"Besides, trying to invade my world has very serious consequences — you want to try it?"
"Try what?"
Pabi said this, but her gaze wandered downward.
"Of course, try my countermeasures."
Harry said, snapping his fingers.
Suddenly, Pabi found herself uncontrollably dancing, and then a suggestive voice that was hard to resist came to her ears.
"Harry Potter is your master..."
"Master..."
Pabi showed a foolish smile, and there was a glisten at the corner of her mouth.
After a dizzying sensation, they both reappeared in the small room inside Mr. Leme's Alchemy Room.
Pabi still looked mind-controlled, giggling as she tried to unbutton Harry's shirt.
Harry quickly lifted the mind control, and only then did Pabi belatedly let out an "Eh?"
"Ah! You're such a pervert!" she said coyly, "I've misjudged you all this time. You are the most, most, most, most, most..."
"Most what?" Harry raised an eyebrow and asked.
"But I like it, hehe."
With that, Pabi threw herself on Harry, squeezing him so he couldn't breathe.
What a facewash...
"You've brainwashed me; you must take responsibility to the end, my little master — eh heh eh heh heh..."
Harry suddenly felt as if he had done something wrong...
Did he accidentally unleash Pabi's true nature?
Embarrassed...
It seems in the realm of perversion, Pabi is not far behind; she has some talent there too...
But the urgent thing now is to escape...
He struggled to pull his head out and gulped in the fresh air.
Being able to breathe fresh air again felt so good; he was nearly suffocated just now.
"Stop it, stop it!" Harry pushed against Pabi, not caring about the soft sensation, as another squeeze might genuinely suffocate him, "Please, no, people are waiting outside — let's hurry out..."
"You're right." Pabi nodded, "Okay, I'll let you off this time, my little master~"
As they walked out, Pabi suddenly whispered in his ear, "When it's vacation, I'll wear a maid outfit for you to see—"
With that, Pabi chuckled and walked out the door ahead of him.
Maid outfit?
Harry couldn't help but imagine.
British maid outfits are quite traditional, different from the more fetishistic Japanese ones, with much longer skirts.
But it's still a uniform, somewhat...
Thinking about it, Harry couldn't help but let his mind wander.
If Vivi were to wear a maid outfit, what would that feel like?
Hmm... Vivi is...well...
There is a contrast, but it's not that profound.
Then, if Cassandra wore a maid outfit, what would that feel like?
Once he thought about it, his imagination kicked into high gear.
In his mind, he already pictured Cassandra with a shameful expression, covering her neckline and biting her lip in utter refusal...
I must say, such a contrasting effect really...
The once noble lady becomes a maid, what on earth is this...
I'm so excited, so excited!
Initially, they were in a master-servant relationship, although Cassandra viewed him as a friend, Harry always thought this way.
The sudden reversal in roles brings a contrasting effect that Vivi or Pabi in maid outfits couldn't achieve.
His eyes suddenly lit up with a fiery enthusiasm.
Gotta go for it!
I must make Cassandra wear it at least once!
This is the right way for the world!
Seeing Harry standing still, Pabi looked back, noticing his resolute expression. She couldn't help but ask, "What's going on with you?"
"Huh? Nothing." Harry shook his head, dispelling the fantasy from his mind, and grinned, "Just thinking of some very happy, truly happy things—"
Pabi glanced at him but didn't press the issue.
"It seems you've mastered it, Harry." Mr. Leme put down the Crystal Ball and said to him, "This stone is of no use to me anymore. Actually, it can not only be used by holding it in your hand, but you can also swallow it. From now on, you won't need to take it out temporarily, but you can convert magic power into spiritual power at any time and place..."
"Swallow directly?"
Newt looked up at the goose-egg-sized blue stone and then at Harry.
Is it really that wild?
Can such a big stone really be swallowed into the stomach?
Isn't this the same as suicide?
"Is it really possible?" Harry also realized the issue. He opened his mouth, but found it wouldn't fit.
"Let me."
Mr. Leme walked over and took the Sapphire from Harry's hand.
Seeing Harry unresponsive, he said, "What are you waiting for? Open your mouth!"
"Oh." Only then did Harry belatedly open his mouth, but before he could react, Mr. Leme suddenly popped the Sapphire in, painfully hitting his front teeth.
Damn, I thought this old guy was pretending; how many centenarians are this strong?
Before he could think more, the stone suddenly turned into a warm stream, flowing down his throat into his stomach.
"Eh?" He closed his mouth and smacked his lips, not having had a chance to taste the Sapphire before it reached his stomach...
"Alright, it's done." Mr. Leme clapped his hands and struck a very girlish pose, "Now you can convert magic into spiritual power at will anytime."
After that, Mr. Leme added, "No need to thank me."
"Oh, thank you, Mr. Leme." Harry quickly added a word of thanks.
"You're welcome." Mr. Leme finally smiled, looking all 'teachable youngster.'
Harry was quite happy, after all, he'd gained tangible benefits.
He not only obtained a shortcut to convert infinite magic into spiritual power but also foresaw the future of training Cassandra.
"In that case," Harry turned and glanced at Pabi, "I think I should practice a bit and give Vivi a surprise."
Pabi, who was somewhat absent-minded, perked up at the mention of giving Vivi a surprise.
If you're talking about this, then I'm wide awake!
"How will you surprise her?!" she asked with a very lewd smile, genuinely perverse: "Tell me, how exactly will you surprise her—will it be like before with me, making her... obediently let down her guard and call you master?"
Newt next to them was full of question marks. Wait, do you guys play that hard?
Harry lifted his head and thought for a moment, making Vivi call him master?
It would be quite exciting, but... hmm, still not as exciting as making Cassandra call him.
After all, even though Vivi has some contrast, it's not that significant...
"Not to that extent..." Harry wiped the sweat from his forehead, "What's going on in your mind all the time? Can't you think of something proper?"
Pabi actually thought seriously for a moment and then denied, "No."
Harry took a deep breath, deciding not to stoop to Pabi's level.
Meanwhile, he was pondering in his heart.
Hmm...
How exactly should he counter Vivi?
Even though he didn't mind her seeing what he was thinking, he worried others might unexpectedly glimpse his thoughts.
But... he wouldn't mind giving Vivi a little surprise either.