Early the next morning, Harry felt a bit sleepy when he got up.
He felt as if he had experienced the legendary succubus last night, and that succubus was really too...
Fortunately, the succubus considered his young age and didn't do anything too extreme to him, but it was enough to wear him out.
Harry yawned, a vivid image of Vivi's meaningful smile before she left last night lingering in his mind.
What was she expecting?
Harry scratched his head, oh well, if he couldn't figure it out, he wouldn't think about it.
He turned over and got out of bed, walking into the living room.
"Hey, good morning." Little Sirius greeted Harry, wearing a long Gryffindor robe and holding a coffee pot.
"Good morning." Harry said a bit listlessly.
"You don't look too well, mate." Ron, sitting on the sofa with a book on wizard chess in hand, said, "You look like you didn't rest well."
"Do I?" Harry reached up to ruffle his hair.
Was it that obvious?
He wondered inwardly, isn't it just that he had a sleepless night...
"Of course it is, I'll pour you a cup of coffee." Little Sirius poured Harry a cup of coffee, "Drink it, you'll feel a lot more alert, I won't add sugar for you."
Harry took the coffee and drank it in one gulp.
It was very bitter, but it was enough to wake him up, he felt a bit more energized, at least not as sleepy as before.
"It's really quite good." Harry said with a smile, "Tastes nice."
He turned his head and asked, "Where are Principal Dumbledore and Professor Snape?"
"You can't expect me to let the Snot Spirit live here, can you?" Little Sirius said triumphantly: "Last night, Principal Dumbledore took Old Snot Spirit back, I think he knows there's a bit of enmity between me and Old Snot Spirit."
Ron set aside the book and looked towards Little Sirius.
He wanted to ask, do you really think that's just a bit of enmity?
But he held back, oh well, keep quiet.
"Let Kreacher make breakfast," Little Sirius said again: "It was already very apologetic to bother Miss Grindelwald to cook last night, house-elves recover quite quickly, at least I think Kreacher doesn't need any rest."
He set down his coffee cup and said to Harry: "Once we get Regulus back, there's not much urgent to do for the time being — by the way, I remember there's a Quidditch World Cup next year, we should go together and watch, after all, it's a sport held once every four years."
"Quidditch World Cup?" Hermione raised her eyebrow and asked, her forehead wrinkling: "Is it as popular as the football World Cup in our Muggle world?"
"Quidditch World Cup, also known as the World Cup or World Championship."
As a Quidditch enthusiast, Ron certainly wouldn't pass up the chance to act as a Master of All Things in front of Hermione.
"Since 1473, it's held every four years, where various Quidditch teams represent their countries and regions to compete for the World Cup, the number of countries applying to participate in each Quidditch World Cup varies. Within 12 months after the final of the last tournament, any country can form a team to sign up."
"The rest is pretty much like the Muggle World Cup." Harry added: "You should know the rules of the Muggle World Cup, like the group stage and knockout stage, that's it."
"That sounds interesting, just not sure if it will be lively." Hermione smiled and said.
"Lively or not?" Ron said exaggeratedly: "Oh Merlin's smelliest socks, you really don't know what the Quidditch World Cup is, do you? It's the most popular and cherished event in the wizarding world, second to none! I believe if it's the Quidditch finals, there'd definitely be tens of thousands or nearly a hundred thousand wizards watching the matches!"
"That's indeed very popular." Hermione nodded knowingly, tens of thousands for the wizarding world is equivalent to millions for the entire Muggle world.
"Next year's Quidditch World Cup knockout stage will be held in England, we will go and watch then." Little Sirius said cheerfully: "Don't worry, I have enough ways to get tickets, let us all go to see Quidditch."
"Hope one of the three UK teams makes it to the World Cup finals!" Ron said longingly: "But we also know it's unlikely, after all, England team isn't a top team, Scotland is the same, and Wales is even worse... but Bulgaria hopes to enter the Quidditch World Cup finals, you know their Seeker is Victor Krum, my favorite Seeker!"
Speaking of which, Ron felt this might not be suitable, so he hurriedly explained to Harry: "Oh Harry, I didn't mean it, I like you very much too..."
"Obviously, you really like Krum." Hermione looked at Ron with a sympathetic gaze: "I remember, your room is full of his posters — oh, oh..."
"Who said that, it's clearly Charlie Fire Cannon Team!" Ron quickly retorted.
As they were talking, Dumbledore also arrived at Black Family Mansion.
This time he didn't bring along Snape, after all, there's no need for him to concoct any magic potion, Snape straightforwardly declined Dumbledore's invitation to come to Black Family Mansion together.
For him, seeing Little Sirius in person is much more nauseating than seeing James' face (Harry).