Until she boarded the train, Cassandra was still holding her face, looking like she hadn't recovered from the shock.
This was just too avant-garde, her mind felt like it was boiling over.
Grindelwald!
What a woman!
How dare she!!!
She wanted to confront Vivi, but she had already left.
"Still thinking about Vivi?" Harry asked with concern.
In return, Cassandra gave him a super deadly glare.
Harry immediately shut up, turning his gaze to the window, pretending to be deeply interested in the scenery outside.
"So," Ron suddenly asked: "Harry, are you planning to enter the Triwizard Tournament? If it's you, I think Dumbledore may exceptionally allow your participation, no one's more suitable than you — unless you're not interested."
"I think the opportunity is better given to others." Harry flipped through the Chocolate Frog Card in his hand, "I don't need this kind of competition to prove myself anymore—"
That's fair enough, considering Mr. Potter's legendary achievements have already echoed like thunder.
Nowadays, Harry's mindset is no longer that of the young and reckless days when he was known as a notorious tough guy in the Hogwarts area.
Now, he prefers a peaceful life.
"Listen to yourself, it's as if you're already dozens of years old." Cassandra couldn't help but tease, then she looked at the worried face of Hermione: "Oh Merlin's toenails, you didn't really believe that, did you? Granger? Silly girl... someone like Potter, who loves attention as a Seeker, how could he miss such a perfect chance to make a name for himself?"
"So what do you really want?" Hermione looked eagerly at Harry.
"Do I want to... or not want to?"
Harry hesitated, should he want to go, or shouldn't he?
Before he could finish pondering, the compartment door was opened by the Weasley Twins.
"Hey, Little Ronnie." Fred shook the big package in his hand, "Look what this is? Mom said it's prepared for you—take a look, you're bound to like it."
"What is it?" Ron instinctively felt a sense of foreboding but couldn't pinpoint what was wrong.
"Oh, just open it and you'll know." The twins grinned mischievously, "Just take a peek—trust me, it'll definitely satisfy you..."
Ron's curiosity increased, he stood up, took the package from his brothers, and when he opened it...
"What is this?"
He pulled out a robe from the package—it was more like a maroon velvet dress, with a collar trimmed with what looked like moldy ruffles, and matching lace at the cuffs.
Whether it was an illusion or not, Ron even smelled mustiness coming from it.
"Dress robe." The twins laughed, "Remember this year's new list? It mentioned we should prepare a dress robe—of course, Harry, you've seen it too, right?"
"Yes," Harry nodded, "Little Sirius has already prepared mine—"
After speaking, he looked at Ron's so-called dress robe, trying hard not to burst out laughing.
But, sorry, he couldn't hold it in.
"Hahahahahahaha—"
Ron's face turned even redder, freckles standing out.
"This must be Ginny's." He muttered, "Absolutely Ginny's clothes—how could I possibly wear such clothes?"
"Come off it, Ron." Ginny said swiftly: "This is meant for you, look at the size, do you think I could wear it?"
Fair point, the dress could practically wrap Ginny entirely.
"Mom must be joking." Ron looked fearfully at the robe, incredulously saying, "I will never wear this, never!"
"Everyone has to wear them, Ron!" The Weasley Twins laughed, "Those robes are like this, our dad has a few too, according to mom, they're worn for formal gatherings."
"I'd rather go naked than wear it." Ron stubbornly said.
"Don't be silly, Little Ronnie." The Weasley Twins laughed again: "Of course you have another choice, wear the robe now, and let Colin Creevey take a few pictures of you, then we'll go to the Fengya Wizard Clothing Store in Hogwarts to buy you a robe you actually like, how about it?"
"I doubt you'd be so kind-hearted." Ron put down the robe, grumpily said.
"You're hurting our feelings then, Little Ronnie." The twins said regretfully: "If you don't want it, wear the robe at school in front of everyone then—"
"Fine, I'll agree." Ron said, his face turning red, "But not until we're back at school, that's my bottom line."
"Alright." The twins exchanged glances, clapped together: "Lee Jordan has gotten hold of a giant scorpion from somewhere, and we think we should check it out—bye then."
"Scorpion?"
After the twins left, Ron suspiciously raised his head: "If I remember right, Lee Jordan somehow manages to bring in bizarre things every year when school starts, the scorpion... Oh dear, the first year was a spider, the second year a massive centipede, the third a millipede, this year a scorpion, I wonder what it'll be next year..."