"No... can't be?" Hermione said somewhat guiltily, even she didn't quite believe her own refutation.
Vivi snorted, "Maybe the United Kingdom doesn't have that capability, but the United States, as a country, would even go taste a lump of dog poop to check its saltiness."
Her view of the United States was colored, especially upon learning this upstart had taken control of all of Old Europe, forcing Europe to only consider Western Europe and not dare to go East...
The stinking New Continent upstart, coming to Old Europe to showoff?
"You know, my dad has said that to me too..." Hermione said with a bitter smile, "Seems you really share a common language with my dad in some aspects, Vivi..."
Vivi thought about it, and what Hermione said was indeed the case.
After all, Hermione's dad was the type to read prohibited books, having various prejudices against the United States was quite normal.
They chatted a bit more about future plans after graduation, and soon it was meal time.
Everyone took their seats, celebrating the first Christmas since Little Sirius had returned.
Ever since Little Sirius came back, Lupin's living standards had improved quite a bit, at least his clothes no longer had patches like before.
"I bet the Snot Spirit is still in his cellar concocting those stinky magic potions." Little Sirius started his sharp critique before he even settled into his seat, "Honestly, I've been more than generous, even inviting him to join Harry and me for Christmas dinner, yet he still hasn't replied—should I say he's a guy who's more narrow-minded than a Hinkypunk's eyeball?"
"Professor Snape is indeed very narrow-minded, Little Sirius!" Ron began to vent his complaints, "You have no idea how much he holds grudges—"
Little Sirius looked at Ron's red hair, then at Hermione, and finally at Harry's green eyes...
In his heart, he thought, it's not like the Snot Spirit is targeting you three for no reason—you Ron have red hair, Hermione is a genius Muggle witch, and Harry has a pair of green eyes... it's practically a scattered Lily!
It's quite understandable he's targeting you guys.
"I really suspect that he hasn't had a girlfriend until now, perhaps because he's just too narrow-minded..."
Before he could finish, an oily, dragging, signature voice sounded from behind Ron.
"Seems Mr. Weasley is quite interested in the professor's personal life."
Ron turned around in terror, only to find Snape standing right behind him.
"Perhaps after the school term starts, I should test your knowledge in Magic Potion Class more thoroughly, don't you think, Mr. Weasley?"
Harry reached out and slapped his hand over his face.
You know yourself...
Whenever you start badmouthing Snape, he somehow automatically appears behind you...
Then why do you still say it?
But Ron honestly didn't expect Snape to be here, he thought Snape would reject the invite from his old rival Little Sirius.
Only he never thought, Little Sirius's provocation was straightforwardly eaten up by Snape, who chose to come over for Christmas.
"Sorry, professor..." Ron whimpered.
Snape forced a smile that didn't reach his eyes, flipped his black long robe, and walked over to Lupin, plopping down on a chair, crossing his arms and looking at Little Sirius.
"Merry Christmas, Severus—"
For once, Little Sirius didn't say the word 'Snot Spirit', instead giving Snape a blessing.
Upon hearing this blessing, Snape curled his lip and gave a cold snort to show he received the well wishes.
Right then, the House-Elf served the last dish to the table.
"This should be our first Christmas together."
As the host, Little Sirius seated at the main position said, "It's an honor, and I'm grateful..."
He stood up, looked around, and finally gazed at Harry, showing a comforting smile.
"My godson has grown into an excellent wizard, not only defeating Voldemort several times but also destroying one of his Soul Artifacts—besides, I'm even happier that he's grown into a brave, honest, and kind wizard."
Upon hearing this, Snape clearly felt a moment of daze.
Others might not know, but he certainly knew how Quirrell died.
Back then, Quirrell's corpse was collected by him and Dumbledore, Quirrell's death was clearly caused by the Avada Kedavra curse.
Moreover, this kid's Avada Kedavra was distinctly different from others', leaving green glowing marks when hit on a wall.
He and Dumbledore went to the basement afterward, the wall was mottled, covered in those bluish-green spell marks.
A starting strike with Avada Kedavra, developing the spell to a level not inferior to Voldemort's, yet calling this young wizard kind???
Little Sirius, of course, had no clue about Snape's inner thoughts, and even if he did, he would brush it off.
Why should my godson not use Avada Kedavra on others?
That's inherently evil Riddle kid, using Avada Kedavra on him is saving the Wizarding World!
"Of course, I also want to thank my good friends and Professor Dumbledore, it's your trust and assistance that cleared me of accusations, allowing me to walk openly and reunite with Harry in the Wizarding World."
"Moreover, I want to thank Harry's three..."
At this point, Little Sirius suddenly got stuck.