"Of course I can!" Harry nodded eagerly.
He was very curious to find out who this person really was so he could repay him for the information.
"Sorry, Harry." Dumbledore playfully winked at Harry: "I can too."
Harry was at a standstill; he really didn't expect Professor Dumbledore to joke with him.
Oh well, never mind.
He thought, if he doesn't want to say, let it be.
"Alright, I think you should be heading back." Professor Dumbledore said with a smile: "This afternoon, we're going to the Wizengamot—to participate in Peter Pettigrew's trial."
"Alright, Professor." Harry nodded, stood up and playfully teased Fox, who was still dozing off.
Fox was disturbed by Harry, opened its eyes and saw it was Harry, then spread its wings, making a pecking gesture.
"Watch out, you silly bird." Harry flicked Fox's beak without any courtesy, "I am Fiona's dad!"
Upon hearing Harry's words, Fox, who was originally furious from being called 'silly bird,' suddenly froze.
It flapped its wings, and its bird face showed a human-like expression—its left side clearly said flattery, the right side bootlicker.
This sudden face change skill made Harry marvel that even a phoenix can be so adaptable...
Fox lowered its head and rubbed against Harry's hand.
Harry patted its head and said, "Alright, I'm off now."
Fox reluctantly spread one wing and chirped twice—very clippily.
Colorful bird...
Harry inwardly mocked and left the Headmaster's Office under Fox's longing gaze.
Back in the Great Hall, Harry saw Hermione eloquently explaining the Peter Pettigrew affair under the worshipful looks from everyone.
"Seems like Sirius Black is innocent, doesn't it?" A classmate said.
"I think so too." Another classmate said: "Think about it, Sirius Black probably knew Peter Pettigrew was at school, which is why he broke out of prison at all costs—to protect his godson. Such a touching friendship, I really wish I could have such a friendship."
"Sirius Black is my uncle!" Draco declared proudly to everyone again.
He was not wrong, as his mother Narcissa was a daughter of the Black family before marrying, named Narcissa Black.
So, as far as relatives go, Sirius Black is indeed Draco's uncle.
Now, Draco also felt honored, he raised his head again, puffed his chest proudly for having such an uncle.
Not just because of his uncle's noble character, but also because his uncle was the freaking first wizard to escape from Azkaban.
No matter what it was done for, being the first always ensures one makes history, regardless of whether it's a good or bad thing.
On the contrary, Ron sat all gloomy on the bench, surrounded by the equally downcast Weasley family.
Percy, Fred, George, and Ginny, these four Weasleys also sat next to Ron, each looking as if they wanted to perform a leap of faith from the eighth-floor tower of Gryffindor.
Especially Percy, his hair was a messy like a bird's nest, even his girlfriend Penelope Criwatt sitting by comforting him couldn't change his expression from stormy to sunny, not even cloudy.
Of course, this is understandable because the first owner of the rat Banban was him, Percy Weasley.
"Cheer up, Percy." Penelope comforted from the side: "At least you're not its last owner."
"Oh, it's easy for you to say." Ginny retorted: "After all, a fugitive didn't live in your house for twelve years—in the form of a pet rat either."
"Moreover, Miss Criwatt," the Weasley Twins unusually calm: "I remind you, that rat's first owner is your boyfriend, just think about it, your little boyfriend slept hugging a bald old man for years..."
Miss Criwatt's eyes widened.
Miss Criwatt hesitated.
Miss Criwatt fell silent.
We must say, her imagination was quite excellent, she already conjured in her mind how her boyfriend cuddled that bald old man...
Oh my, this is truly overwhelming... absolutely dazzling.
Of course, it was a pot calling a kettle black, as all the Weasley family kids inevitably had close encounters with Banban over the years.
For example, Percy did kiss that rat.
Fred and George, being mischievous, let the rat crawl inside each other's clothes—
As for Ginny, she didn't do anything excessive, but did give the rat a massage...
The most pathetic was Ron, who treated the rat like a treasure, inseparable, as if it was his avatar.
He never showed such care for anything else before; the rat was definitely the exception.
"Enough, enough."
Ron slumped over the table, his stomach churning.
Oh, if only possible, Ron would travel back in time twelve years ago, and immediately strangle that rat—
"I suggest the family should get a cat." Fred and George said in unison, sounding very serious.
"Good idea." Ginny agreed: "I also decided I want a cat as a pet—what about you, Ron?"