Harry didn't refuse, after all, Cassandra was quite a picky eater. Ever since he became her tag-along in the first year, Harry had to eat the food Cassandra disliked.
After all, in Cassandra's words, a well-mannered lady would never waste food casually.
But Harry secretly complained to himself that a well-mannered lady shouldn't casually let a man eat her food either.
However, Harry's emotional intelligence wasn't too low, so he knew this thought should stay in his head. If he said it out loud, Cassandra might just hang him up and beat him.
"You're still so picky," Vivi wrinkled her nose, but her gaze fell intentionally or unintentionally on Cassandra's underdeveloped Western European Plain.
The obvious implication was: you're so flat, clearly a result of picky eating.
Cassandra was extremely sensitive to Vivi's radar; she took a breath and coldly stared at Vivi's…
Forget it, there's no innate advantage here, so no point comparing.
In fact, Ron initially envied Harry's current situation.
After all, having two beautiful girls revolving around him was something he didn't dare even dream of.
But one day, he suddenly thought about if two Hermiones were around him, how that would feel…
He immediately felt uneasy about it.
Dinner was eaten quickly, and after supper, Harry returned to his own room.
According to Little Sirius, there was no need to keep any trace of the room's original owner, so Harry watched as Little Sirius cleared out a bunch of stuff about some uncle he didn't catch the name of, completely emptying the room.
"Isn't this a bit bad, Little Sirius?" Harry scratched his head and asked, feeling it was a bit impolite to do such a thing.
It felt a bit like occupying a magpie's nest.
This clearly wasn't his room, and clearing out all someone's belongings seemed slightly unkind.
"Oh, it's nothing," Little Sirius said, supporting the cabinet with one hand, the other hand open, "I believe if my uncle knew you were living in his room, he certainly wouldn't be upset."
"Really?" Harry asked skeptically.
"It's true."
Little Sirius chuckled, reached out to ruffle Harry's messy hair, showing no barriers despite knowing his godson was a legendary wizard from a century ago.
"Honestly, I had a premonition long ago. Ever since watching you show your prowess in the Quidditch field, I knew you weren't just anyone. But I never expected you to be that Harry Potter from a hundred years ago."
As he spoke, a nostalgic expression clearly appeared on Little Sirius's face.
"You know, your name was given by James based on that Harry," he continued, "back then, he thought you were the child of prophecy and Voldemort's nemesis, so he wanted to give you a name that suited your identity—then he heard about your exploits and decided to name you Harry Potter. We all agreed back then, and felt this name suited you, well matched the times... At that time, the Magic World was really tough, hearts were anxious, Voldemort's terror blanketed the entire Magic World, certainly needing a destined Savior to defeat him."
"But it wasn't me who defeated Voldemort, it was my mom," Harry sighed and said.
"Yes, your mother, Lily," Little Sirius placed a hand on Harry's shoulder, "Your mother was a kind-hearted witch, also the smartest witch I've ever met. Even Hermione may not be as brilliant as her... It's just unfortunate; I don't know exactly what happened then, but I heard she voluntarily sacrificed, gave you an Ancient Magic Spell that could withstand the Killing Curse, and rebounded it to Voldemort."
"But you seem quite gifted as well. Remember that letter you saw before?" Little Sirius continued, "Even at one year old, you were flying around the house on a toy broomstick, showcasing unparalleled Quidditch talent. Since then, I knew you weren't ordinary."
"Yes, I remember I almost crashed into a cat," Harry scratched his head and said.
"Oh, seems like that happened," Little Sirius nodded, "Lily really liked cats, but James loved dogs; they argued about it once."
"Then why did they end up choosing a cat?" Harry asked curiously.
"Oh," Little Sirius's face suddenly turned awkward, "because Lily said, the house already had one me..."
Harry paused for a moment, then couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"Hahaha..." he laughed, clutching his stomach, "Yeah, mom wasn't wrong..."
"But James also suggested to me several times that when I transform, I should choose a more docile dog," Little Sirius raised his eyebrows and said, "but you know, transforming into a dog is... ugh, those fleas are really deadly."
"Just take more baths," Harry suggested.
"By the way, here's this for you," Little Sirius took a gold medal from his pocket and handed it to Harry, "This is your dad's Quidditch Medal, he gave it to me originally, and now I'm passing it on to you."
Harry accepted the gold medal, the words 'James Potter' engraved on it, glittering in the candlelight.
"Thank you, Little Sirius," Harry said happily, "I really like it—"
"James always wanted to be a Seeker, but unfortunately, fate intervened, and he became a Chaser for the Quidditch team," Little Sirius shrugged and said, "but you sort of fulfilled his dream, so it's a good thing."
After chatting a bit more, Little Sirius left the room.
After all, the night was getting late, and tomorrow morning he had to figure out how to dig out Regulus from the cave.
Harry toyed with the gold medal for a while, then carefully put it away.
He lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling, still pondering about Voldemort.
Thinking about it made his eyelids start to droop.
Yet he didn't know how long had passed when a rustling sound suddenly came from beside him.
At the same time, he suddenly felt someone lie down next to him.
He turned his head and looked under the moonlight.
It was Vivi, laying sideways on the bed, smiling gently at him.
"Vivi?" Harry asked in surprise, "How did you come here?"
"Why, can't I come?" Vivi asked with a smile.
"Of course you can," Harry said, even though he didn't know why he was so happy, just happy, "I was just thinking about you, and didn't expect you to come..."
"Yes," Vivi smiled sweetly at him, she still pondered how to add material to Cassandra's Mind Reading.
As we all know, practicing the Mind Sealing Spell requires mutually using Mind Reading until successfully sealing the mind to resist it.
Harry obviously hadn't learned that, so naturally, he'd be seen thoroughly by Cassandra.
But not a big deal, Vivi thought it necessary to add something for Cassandra, like something that would break her composure.
After thinking over and over, Vivi felt initiating a night raid should be the approach.
But lying in bed, she suddenly hesitated.
As a product of conservative values, unlike today's openness, Vivi was definitely... well, old-fashioned.
Taking the initiative with Harry was already quite challenging, let alone going further?
"What's wrong?" Harry asked concernedly, feeling that Vivi was a bit strange.
"Nothing," Vivi bit her lip, as internal conflict raged within her.
What should be done...
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