Three of what?
Girlfriends?
But the relationships aren't clearly defined...
Friends?
That seems a bit distant. Just friends, to do so much for Harry? Even risking their lives?
Ultimately, Little Sirius gritted his teeth and said, "Three girlfriends—no need to say more, thank you..."
Having said that, he raised his glass and downed the aged red wine in it.
Vivi didn't oppose Little Sirius's definition of 'girlfriends', Cassandra didn't either, and Pabi certainly wouldn't, she was too busy being overjoyed.
"To Little Sirius."
Everyone raised their glasses together.
Harry wasn't drinking for the first time, but he still didn't quite like the taste of red wine.
Hermione and Ron weren't allowed to drink red wine; their goblets contained Christmas-special eggnog.
The alcohol content was very low, somewhat reminiscent of beer tea refreshing—an alcoholic-flavored beverage.
"Let's eat." Little Sirius said loudly after they put their glasses down.
Ron eagerly grabbed two chicken legs, one in each hand, like he did during the welcome banquet for newcomers at Hogwarts.
You just don't understand the joy of dual-wielding frenzy.
"I can tell these chicken legs do taste good." Hermione said with a slight disdain from the side, "But I still suggest you should improve your eating etiquette, or else..."
"Or else what?" Pabi couldn't eat, so she was floating around.
Just at that moment, Pabi floated over to Hermione's side and teased, "Or else Ron won't find a girlfriend? Ha—no way, I believe Ron will surely find a girlfriend in the future!"
Upon hearing Pabi's teasing, Hermione's face instantly turned red.
As for Ron, he nodded in agreement, "Yes, yes, I will surely find a girlfriend in the future, just like Pabi said!"
He hadn't realized about Hermione yet... well, just hadn't realized.
Harry could see that his buddy was just as oblivious as he was.
Seems like he'll have to find a way to set these two up later, he thought to himself.
"Satisfied with dinner?" Little Sirius leaned over and whispered to Dumbledore, seeking the principal's opinion.
"It's quite good." Dumbledore said with a cheerful smile, "But these foods aren't sweet enough; you should understand the cravings of an old gentleman who loves sweets, right?"
"Then I'll have Kreacher make some desserts for you." Little Sirius said, intent on fulfilling his host duties, "Kreacher's culinary skills are quite good, I used to love the desserts he made, very sweet..."
Upon hearing Little Sirius's words, Dumbledore's eyes twinkled.
Wonderful, sweet is wonderful!
Who would've thought that Snape suddenly put down his knife and fork.
"I seem to have heard some remarkable backroom deal, right, Mr. Principal, and Assistant Black?"
Snape enunciated the words deal and assistant particularly clearly, as if deliberately emphasizing those terms.
"What do you mean, Snot... Severus?"
Little Sirius managed to stop just in time from saying "Snot Spirit," it's a festive time, no need for words that would dampen the mood.
"For someone of Principal Dumbledore's age, eating sweets will place a great burden on him." Snape said, half-opening his eyes, "And he has to ask a certain unnamed Professor of Potions to concoct Tooth Health Potion for him. The poor professor can endure a little hard work, but this principal is almost resistant to Tooth Health Potion now."
"Is that so?" Little Sirius questioned Dumbledore suspiciously.
He could obviously tell that the unnamed Professor of Potions, who else could it be but the Snot Spirit gentleman before him?
But the problem was, it shouldn't be a big deal for the Snot Spirit Professor to bear some burden, but the issue of Dumbledore developing resistance to Tooth Health Potion is indeed a matter worth caring about.
"Oh, I've gotten used to it." Dumbledore said, somewhat embarrassedly touching his fingers, looking extremely aggrieved.
"That's really not a good habit, Dumbledore." Vivi also said seriously, speaking as an elder... well, in a certain sense as an elder, "You do need to quit these meaningless sweets, I wouldn't want you to lose to a mere candy instead of Voldemort."
"Why don't we consider from another angle?" Ron waved the chicken leg like it was a Floating Spell, "We could have Professor Snape research a better Tooth Health Potion, a more potent one with strong resistance-targeting effects... that would solve the problem, wouldn't it?"
Upon hearing Ron's words, everyone present gave Ron a death glare, except Dumbledore, who looked surprised.
"You should stop talking, Ron!" Hermione quickly grabbed Ron: "Oh my God, you're crazy..."
She said quietly to Ron, "Is this really about Tooth Health Potion? Eating too much candy can cause various irreversible internal organ damages!"
"I think..." As an elder, Vivi set the tone: "We should devise a plan to limit Principal Dumbledore's excessive consumption of sweets—furthermore, this plan should be implemented by Professor Minerva McGonagall; what do you think?"
"Oh, no!" Dumbledore said painfully, "Please don't let Minerva know about this—I promise I won't eat too many candies in the future..."