Harry floated in mid-air for quite some time before struggling to come down.
He was really careless and didn't dodge.
But to be honest, letting Cassandra vent her anger was part of Harry's plan; otherwise, who knows how many days she'd go without speaking.
Harry knew Cassandra all too well.
"I think she's not actually angry," Pabi said on the side. "I know her. If she were angry, it wouldn't just be a Floating Spell."
"Really?" Harry turned back to Pabi, "You know her that well?"
"Just kidding!" Pabi puffed out his chest. "Of course, I know her really well! If you want to win over Cassandra, just ask me!"
Harry felt a surge of admiration—why hadn't he noticed Pabi's extraordinary talent before?
As Professor Hao Ying would say, he had great ambition.
"I need to ask Mr. Leme how he's progressing," Harry said repeatedly. "I hope he can brew the potion after the school starts so you can be successfully revived."
Finally, Harry glanced at Pabi, "Aren't you afraid that by helping me, Vivi will set her sights on you?"
"Ha, Vivi?" Pabi crossed his arms, although they almost couldn't reach around him. "She's too proud; being too proud will land you in big trouble!"
Right then, Ron's head popped out from the house.
"Come on in, Harry." He said, "Quick, come see Sirius's room, you won't believe what we found..."
"Coming," Harry replied, stepping into Sirius's room.
It's safe to say that since Sirius left the house, no one had entered his room.
Neglected for years, the once emerald green velvet canopy of the four-poster bed had faded to the color of a rainy day swamp; scorch marks from some spell were left on the gilded bedposts. During his rebellious phase, Sirius tried to turn the Slytherin silver snake emblem into a Gryffindor lion—according to him, how could a Gryffindor sleep in a Slytherin bed?
Of course, this didn't spare him a good beating from Walburga. Young Sirius couldn't resist his mother's punishment, but at sixteen, he chose to flee when he couldn't win.
If you can't fight, then run!
"Look, all these windows are locked," Ron pointed at the windows around the room.
"You should know how old-fashioned the Black family is," Sirius shrugged indifferently. "In their view, having a Gryffindor emerge from a pure-blood family is a disgrace, so they sealed the doors and windows of my room."
"You can tell," Pabi whispered to Harry, "these sealed windows are as outdated as the closed-mindedness of the Black family."
"But those Muggle women are really hot," Cassandra complained on the side. "I think it's necessary to chat with Grindelwald about this. I don't want Potter to be corrupted by that lecherous godfather of his—or rather, he already has been."
Before Harry could say anything, Sirius retorted, "What, you don't like them?"
Cassandra glanced at Sirius expressionlessly. Actually... now that Harry seemed to be getting the hint, she kind of liked it.
The condition was to stay away from that sly cat, or that dumb donkey.
Sirius knew he had succeeded in helping out, so he didn't continue, choosing to give the "future daughter-in-law" some face.
There was nothing wrong with thinking that way; after all, Harry was his godson, and with Harry's parents gone now, Sirius's role wasn't much different from Harry's father.
It's just that both his biological father and godfather... were slightly unreliable.
Sirius reached out to open the rosewood wardrobe, which had long fallen into disrepair, its exterior even showing signs of decay, with a faint scent of rotting wood.
He rummaged inside and pulled out a black jacket.
"Look, my treasure is still here," he laughed. "Remember this jacket, Harry?"
"I vaguely recall it," Harry wasn't lying; he did sort of remember.
"I wore this jacket when I rode my motorbike to deliver you into Hagrid's hands," Sirius cheerfully recounted, then suddenly remembered why he had to deliver Harry, causing his expression to dim a bit. "Sigh, it's all Peter's fault for trusting him too much..."
"No one could have foreseen his betrayal," Harry placed a hand on Sirius's shoulder, "it's not your fault, Sirius."
Sirius nodded heavily, patting Harry's hand.
Harry looked past Sirius's shoulder, noticing small writing illuminated on the wall by the sunlight.
"Moon Face, Wormtail, Bigfoot, and Prongs solemnly swear never to betray!"
Perhaps sensing the somber mood, Ron suddenly changed the topic, pointing to something making slight noises from under the bed. "Mr. Black, what's under the bed?"
"Just call me Sirius; you're all good friends of Harry's." Sirius said with a big smile, automatically filtering out the misfortune of being called a 'dog godfather' by two Slytherin daughters-in-law.
He walked to the bed, bent down, and rummaged under it, only to quickly withdraw his hand as if shocked.
"Oh, there's a spider under there," Sirius said, shaking his hand, "it bites pretty painfully."
"It shouldn't be a black widow, right?" Ron asked with a quiver in his voice, he was most afraid of spiders.