Harry was silent.
For the first time, Sirius used the word 'request' with him.
Since two years ago, Sirius had been helping him and had given him many things he never had before. Harry wanted to do something for Sirius, but he could never find the chance.
Now that the opportunity had finally arrived, he was reluctant, because he would also be willing to trade everything he had for this house.
For a moment, the two of them looked at each other, neither saying a word, neither backing down.
The others did not disturb them and quietly left the room.
"Tsk!" Fred stretched his arms and glanced back at the closed room, "Do you think Sirius will give this place back to Harry?"
"I think he will," George said, "like Harry said, this is where his parents lived, and he has the right to live here."
"I don't think so," Kael thought for a moment, "and I don't agree with Sirius doing that."
"Why?" George asked curiously.
"Because Sirius made a mistake once, and if Harry lives here, he will always remember what happened that night, turning every moment into a torment."
"That makes sense," Fred nodded, "I hope he can persuade Harry. But I think if Harry insists, he will likely compromise."
"Alright, you three," Mrs. Weasley walked over, interrupting their chat.
"Leave it to the two of them to decide. Can you help me set up the venue? It's already half-past six, and there are still many things left undone.
"Flowers, balloon decorations, outfits… Oh dear, where did Sirius put the outfits? He didn't forget to bring them, did he?"
"He did, Molly, I have them," Lupin said, "You don't need to worry, it's just a ceremony."
"That's not good enough, and there's also the cake. I'll go prepare it now," Mrs. Weasley said, not listening to him and hurried off elsewhere.
Prompted by Mrs. Weasley, they quickly got busy again.
Kael walked around the house with his wand. Each time he tapped with his wand, a patch of flowers would bloom on the ground, soon creating a vast garden.
"Truly amazing," Mr. Weasley looked at a cluster of orchids he had conjured and then at the vast garden Kael had made.
"Looks like I'm redundant here; you really don't need any help."
"I told you so," Kael smiled.
At six-forty, more people arrived.
Hagrid landed his motorcycle in the garden.
"Sorry about that," he said, looking at the flowers he had flattened, "I thought this was an open space."
"It used to be," Mrs. Weasley said, "Alright, move your motorcycle quickly to the side."
"Ah, okay," Hagrid picked up his motorcycle and hopped to the nearby open space, while Kael handled the repairs, fixing the spots that had been trampled.
Fred and George used magic to conjure many sparkling little elves flying in the sky.
Hermione launched red and yellow banners from the tip of her wand, which were carried by the elves.
"What do these colors mean?" Ginny asked curiously, "I think gold would look better."
"Yellow is the color of Hufflepuff," Hermione explained, "Tonks graduated from Hufflepuff, if we changed it to gold, it would all become Gryffindor."
"You are really thoughtful," Ginny said sincerely.
"I don't think they will mind about that," Fred whispered, "I bet Tonks prefers bubblegum pink, just like her hair now."
"We'll add that later," Kael said, "We have enough room, we can make as much as we want."
"Make way, make way..." Mrs. Weasley walked over loudly, holding a massive three-tiered cake.
It was topped with various fruits, chocolates, marshmallows, and covered with a thick syrup.
"Professor Dumbledore really should have come to this wedding," Kael muttered.
"What did you just say?" George asked, having been too busy looking at the cake to catch Kael's words.
"Nothing," Kael shook his head, "I just think Dumbledore would have loved this kind of cake."