Desire Gem?
Harry and Vivi exchanged glances. Could there really be such a magical item in this world?
Yet just when Harry wanted to investigate further, Vivi suddenly stopped him.
"Wait, Harry." She grabbed Harry's hand.
"What's wrong?" Harry turned back, asking in confusion.
He didn't know why Vivi would stop him, but he trusted that Vivi wouldn't harm him.
"As far as I know, items that can fulfill wishes usually come with a price." Vivi stared at the gem in Harry's hand and said, "And the price is usually an equivalent exchange based on your wish—have you thought about what your true desire is?"
"Well..."
Harry thought about it; he actually didn't know what he truly desired.
So he shook his head and said, "I don't know."
"Then it's unknown." Vivi pondered for a moment and said, "I suggest you discuss it with your Godfather and Principal Dumbledore before deciding whether to use this thing, what do you say?"
"Alright."
Harry nodded and tucked the gem into a wallet that didn't contain Alfonso.
On his way, he also pulled out the wallet containing Alfonso, opened it, and shouted inside, "Alfonso! How are you!"
"I've never felt so great!" Alfonso said happily with a hissing sound, "Remember to get me some food, little master—Alfonso is very hungry now!"
Seeing that the Snake Monster was fine, Harry felt relieved.
When he looked up, he saw Vivi staring at him.
He was a bit puzzled, looking around his sides but finding nothing wrong.
So, he asked, "What's wrong? Is there something on me?"
"Nothing." Vivi licked her red lips, smiling mischievously: "Just thought you looked very cute..."
"Cute?" Harry asked in confusion, "Why would you suddenly say that, what's cute about me..."
"Aren't you curious about what my Christmas gift is?" Vivi asked casually, her long fingers grabbing Harry's collar.
"What is it?" Harry asked with some anticipation.
He expected Vivi to pull out a gift, but Vivi just smiled mysteriously and pulled him onto the bed.
"My gift?" She smiled, taking a rubber band from her pocket and biting it in her mouth, then tied her hair behind her head.
Then, under Harry's astonished gaze, she pushed Harry onto the bed and pressed herself over him.
"This is my gift."
Vivi smiled lightly and kissed Harry.
Sweet, fragrant, and soft—those were Harry's first impressions.
Even though it wasn't his first kiss and he'd done it before, Harry hadn't experienced it many times and was still a bit shy.
However, he quickly began to respond clumsily.
Unexpectedly, under his awkward counterattack, Vivi became as soft as noodles in his arms.
...
The next morning, when he woke up, Harry's lips felt a bit sore.
Descending the stairs, thinking about last night, Harry couldn't help but chuckle foolishly.
"Mate." Ron looked at him, holding a knife and fork, puzzled: "What's up with you? Why are you grinning there? Merlin's red undies, have you been hit by a Soul-snatching Curse?"
Harry said nothing, just kept savoring the moment.
Instead, Sirius sitting at the head of the table noticed something was up—it was clearly the kind of reaction after a relationship breakthrough.
Thinking this, Sirius began exchanging signals with Harry.
"Wibby Wobb?"
"Wibby Wibby." Harry gave Sirius a thumbs-up, genuinely.
Sirius proudly raised his chin at Harry.
Hah, see, your Godfather is still your Godfather!
After breakfast, Dumbledore also said goodbye, intending to return to school.
However, Vivi didn't let Dumbledore off so easily, handing him a detailed sugar intake control plan.
Dumbledore looked at the plan with a troubled expression and tentatively asked, "Miss Grindelwald, do you think this plan might be..."
"There's no room for negotiation. Your obsession with sweets has reached an excessive level," Vivi said resolutely, "In order to prevent you from resisting the Tooth Health Potion completely, we had to resort to this. After all, your self-control is extremely...unreliable."
"Can someone else supervise me?" Dumbledore attempted a final struggle: "I don't think Minerva is a very good choice..."
"No, Professor McGonagall is the most suitable choice." Vivi said firmly, "Besides Professor McGonagall, no one in Hogwarts can strictly enforce this plan—so, for now, you're not leaving; we still need to wait for Professor McGonagall to come here and confirm the principal's sugar control plans."
Dumbledore sighed, resigned.
He thought not getting married or finding a girlfriend would mean not being bossed around by women.
But never expected to be controlled so strictly by his boyfriend's sister...
Merlin, what kind of karma is this!
The prohibited-from-traveling Dumbledore could only sit on the sofa, reading the "Poet's Bean Story Collection" without much enthusiasm.
But it was clear he was a bit absent-minded, sneaking glances at Vivi or looking at Sirius for help while reading.
Vivi didn't respond at all, and Sirius could only return a helpless look.