"Oh my gosh, that Mr. Potter..." Walburga clutched her collar, gasping for breath, "He's actually visiting the Black Family Mansion as a guest, really... oh my, the Black family is honored because of this! The entire Black Family Mansion will be radiant due to his arrival!"
"Plus, I know that both Septimus Malfoy's daughter Cassandra, and what's that, Gellert Grindelwald's sister Villatia, are both infatuated with this Mr. Potter." Phineas unveiled another shocking piece of news, "Just think about it, Grindelwald, who even vexed Dumbledore back then, his sister and Potter..."
"I must have Kreacher offer him the best hospitality!" Walburga said solemnly.
"No, haven't you grasped the main point yet?" Phineas scolded disdainfully, "Think about it, Walburga, don't you think you should change your attitude towards Sirius?"
"That scoundrel?" Walburga clearly didn't get it, "Why say that, grandfather?"
"Just think about it!" Phineas nearly roared, "Why do I say Sirius is the pride of the Black family! Think about it! Who is the godfather of your father's lifelong idol, the hero who wiped out the Fire Ash Snake Faction, the iron-fisted leader who suppressed the fairy rebellion, the legendary wizard of a hundred years ago?"
"Who is the godfather?"
Walburga mumbled the repetition, suddenly thinking of Sirius.
Then, her face suddenly flushed red, and it was deeply purple.
Merlin's beard!
Merlin's Magic Department!
Slytherin of Blood Mother Hell!
You mean such an awesome figure is my son's godson? To call my son Godfather?
Following that, a mighty roar echoed throughout the entire Black Family Mansion.
"Sirius Black! I now announce, you are my favorite son! Kreacher! Quickly reprint my good son's name onto the Black family tree! Hurry!"
After yelling these words, Walburga's expression turned jubilant.
"I really didn't expect it, Jesus and Merlin..."
Upon hearing Walburga's crude words, Phineas smirked but didn't correct her or ask her to amend.
Understandable, right?
Even he couldn't help but feel immensely happy when he found out Harry Potter was Sirius's godson, let alone others?
Besides, such an event that brings glory to the entire Black family...
What the heck is a Dark Demon King?
Voldemort? Not familiar, thanks.
Walburga now feels as if her face is swelling infinitely within a limited space like a bed wet by a child.
Oh my goodness...
Sirius, who hadn't walked many steps away, stopped, looking back towards the direction of his mother's portrait with a look as if he had seen a ghost.
No, the detestable shrew lady...
No, mom?
What the heck is this?
Would any wizard under the sky not know you detest me to the fullest, even presiding over my removal from the Black family tree...
How did I suddenly become your favorite son?
Weren't you fondest of Regulus?
You took pride in Regulus, believing his following the Dark Demon King was a glorifying act for the Black family...
Yet he didn't know his mom's current thoughts.
Leaving aside working for the Dark Demon King, even if Regulus became the Dark Demon King, in Walburga's view, it wouldn't bring as much honor as Sirius did.
Hey, my son is the Dark Demon King... no, my wonderful son is the godfather of a legendary wizard!
Downstairs, Kreacher showed a puzzled expression but still dutifully executed the mistress's orders.
Kreacher is already very old, having served the Black Clan for hundreds of years, witnessing many things, yet it was his first time experiencing someone being expelled from the family tree and added back again.
However, as a House-Elf, he executed the mistress's request seriously.
He brought over a stool, adding Sirius Black's name back to the family tree wall, even sketching his portrait and marking "November 3, 1959—" there.
Harry and his friends followed Sirius, passing by his room.
Sirius's room had its door open, seemingly unused for a long time, with everything inside still arranged as it was since the year he left home at sixteen.
"This is my room." Sirius hadn't yet understood what was going on, "Look, it's just like when I left home—"
"Oh, I really didn't expect that you have such a hobby." Cassandra suddenly spoke, her gaze landing on the inner room, "Just don't lead your godson astray, I say."
Upon hearing Cassandra's words, Sirius instantly understood what was going on.
Damn!
Actually forgot about this big issue...
I wondered why it always felt like I was forgetting something?
"These are the works of my ignorant youth." Sirius pushed Harry outside, "I feel like I should remove them, but... I used a Permanent Stick Spell on them, looks like it's not possible..."
Harry craned his neck to look inside, indeed spotting some bikini-clad women posters beside Sirius's bed.
Ahem...
It sure is enticing, long legs and all, having such taste isn't surprising for Sirius.
Should say, Harry also quite liked them.
This is entirely a man's instinct, right?
"Wow!" Ron exclaimed with admiration, followed by an "Ow!"
Apparently, he got pinched by Hermione.
Ha, while I'm here, you still dare look at bikini girl posters?
"I thought you didn't like women." Lupin joked, "Turns out you also have this hobby—our tastes are similar, both liking young, vibrant girls."
"Men are all the same." Sirius didn't feel embarrassed anymore, after all, everyone had seen it...
Just a bit of black history, moreover chasing beauty is human nature.
"Well, let's go take a look inside." He invited everyone.
"Oh? Is that so?" Pabi suddenly floated up, flying around Harry, "Are you the same, Harry?"
Harry coughed twice, pretending to have a sore throat, reaching out to stroke the skin on his neck.
"Of course he likes them." Cassandra's voice sounded, "Look at Grindelwald's figure, isn't that a standard... ahem, indecent body type? And you, Swedding, I really should suggest to Mr. Leme to shrink yours down during your body reformation."
"You're envious." Pabi squinted.
Her single sentence made Cassandra erupt in defense.
"Would I envy you? Don't joke!" Cassandra said, crossing her arms, "You wretched donkey..."
"Nya-nya-nya." Pabi hid behind Harry, sticking her tongue out at Cassandra, "You're just jealous of me, plain Cassandra—"
After saying so, she floated away.
Witnessing Cassandra's face turning colder, and her steps relentless, Harry hurried to the door and put a hand on Cassandra, saying, "Don't worry, I actually quite like..."
Suspicious red clouds suddenly arose on Cassandra's icy features, she hastily withdrew her hand, turning to say, "Oh, what do you like? Potter? Do you prefer this donkey's indecent figure?"
Harry glanced around the room, noticing everyone engrossed in conversations, disregarding the situation here, then held Cassandra's hand and said, "Of course, I like your figure, Kathy—"
As soon as the words fell, Harry felt his body lighten.
Immediately, he floated in the air.
"Shameless!"
Cassandra cursed angrily, turning to step inside the room.
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