"Then, what about the price?" Dumbledore asked.
"If Miss Swedding can be resurrected, then what about Regulus..." Little Sirius sniffed and asked.
"Pabi's situation is quite special. She exists in a state between having a body and not having one... and she doesn't need the help of the Death God." Harry reached out and rubbed Pabi's soul's head, making Pabi respond with a playful "hee-hee" as she rubbed her head against Harry's palm.
"Throughout history, there has never been a precedent for a Yin Corpse to be resurrected as a human again." Dumbledore also started to persuade Little Sirius.
"Indeed, there hasn't been." Little Sirius's gaze became steady, "If there is, I hope it starts with Regulus—I'll find a good way, a way to free Regulus from being a Yin Corpse..."
"Merlin's thong! Little Sirius..."
Walburga showed a moved expression, never expecting the bond between her two children to be so deep.
At this moment, she even stopped caring about the so-called Pure Blood nonsense.
All she wanted was for her two children to be harmonious, living peacefully and stably.
"I announce, from now on, you are the Patriarch of the Black family!" Walburga shouted loudly, and the entire house seemed to tremble with her yell.
At this time, Phineas also appeared in the nearby portrait frame.
"What happened?" he asked groggily, looking as if he had just woken up.
"Nothing much, just my mother announcing that I will be the Patriarch of the Blacks from now on." Little Sirius's expression was somewhat complex.
In fact, ever since he was expelled from the family, Little Sirius had no feelings for it.
But after living there for so many years, there was still a trace of reluctance in his heart.
Now, suddenly being announced as the Black family Patriarch, Little Sirius's feelings were, of course, extremely complex.
He never expected that his mother would suddenly acknowledge him as the heir of the Black family.
Oh well, since the Black family currently has no male heirs, I'll temporarily be the Patriarch... once Regulus comes back, I'll transfer the position to him.
Having thought that, Little Sirius nodded at Walburga's portrait.
"Thank you, Mother."
With that, he turned to look at Harry.
"Harry, give me that fake Pendant Box."
Harry didn't refuse, pulling the golden Pendant Box out of his pocket and tossing it to Little Sirius.
"This thing is ironclad proof of Regulus's innocence and will make him a hero." Little Sirius carefully refolded the note and tucked it back into the Pendant Box: "As long as we hand this to the Ministry of Magic, they'll naturally clear Regulus of his name..."
"Why not consider the Prophet Daily?"
Dumbledore suddenly asked.
"The Prophet Daily?" Little Sirius frowned and asked, "Why choose the Prophet Daily?"
"Oh, that involves another aspect." Vivi chuckled and said, "If the Ministry of Magic exonerates one Black within a few months, it's still reasonable, but if they clear two Blacks, it'd look like a wholesale operation..."
"But this is about the truth!" Little Sirius argued, confusedly, "My brother is a hero! A hero who resisted Voldemort! Not an accomplice of that old, twisted murderer!"
"But some things are only about stance, not about facts," Cassandra said, spreading her hands.
She was wearing the pair of white lace gloves Harry had given her earlier, and her long fingers looked slender and elegant.
"Let's get the public opinion moving first." Harry concluded, "It's a great suggestion, Little Sirius—someone like Fudge, his first thought isn't about the truth of the matter, but how it might affect him... In his view, if two Blacks are exonerated consecutively in a short time, people will surely question if he's taken the Black family's five hundred thousand copper knuts..."
"Why five hundred thousand copper knuts?" Little Sirius asked.
"Because it's a sizeable amount." Harry changed the topic: "Anyway, the best way would be to leverage the Prophet Daily to lead the charge out front, don't you think, Godfather?"
"Alright, I'll listen to you all." Little Sirius hesitated and then nodded.
Oh well, since his godson said so, he'll trust him then.
"However..." Harry suddenly looked at Little Sirius, scanning him up and down.
That gaze made Little Sirius slightly uncomfortable, like he was being scrutinized by an elder to see if he measured up.
"I don't think Fudge is particularly capable, so why let such an incompetent fool sit in the Minister of Magic's position? Why not have my godfather become the Minister of Magic?" Harry rubbed his chin and said, "Firstly, my godfather despises evil, and he's a hero who resisted Voldemort; secondly, my godfather is extremely capable, more than enough to serve as Minister of Magic; and finally... overall, I believe my godfather is far more qualified than Fudge."
"I agree with your point," Vivi nodded in agreement, "Moreover, having someone of our own in the Ministry of Magic is very important."
"But wasn't Fudge also supported by Professor Dumbledore? Logically, he should be Dumbledore's own man, right?" Little Sirius frowned and asked.
It's not that his political instincts are dull; after so many years in prison, he didn't have firsthand information from the outside world.