Vivi kept Harry's question quite guarded.
In short, according to her, just proceed as planned.
The path is already laid, whether Sirius can continue forward depends on whether he's up to the task.
Holidays always pass quickly, and before long, Professor Lupin appeared before them once again.
Professor Lupin seemed in good spirits and wasn't affected by the monthly discomfort.
A few days later, it was time for Hogwarts to start the new term.
Dumbledore seemed listless, not because he was still in a weakened state, but because his eating habits had been firmly controlled.
His limited joy was eating a bit of sweets every day, but now that basic joy of sugar intake had been stifled, how could he be happy?
But to Vivi and the others, Dumbledore was different from those elderly Muggles on the brink of death.
They would indulge themselves knowing they didn't have many years left—but Dumbledore was different; he was at an age when he should be striving forward, how could some sugar intake lead to problems?
Moreover, Dumbledore's sugar consumption couldn't be called eating sugar, it should be called flaunting.
The amount of sugar Harry's entire dormitory consumed in a year probably wouldn't last Dumbledore a few days.
This wasn't a simple indulgence anymore, it had to be curbed!
The result was that Dumbledore was particularly unhappy even when he returned to the Headmaster's Office.
Pabi had obtained authorization from the School Board to remove all candy from the Headmaster's Office and also sent people to coordinate with Duke Honey to temporarily cut off the supply of Duke Honey's candy to Dumbledore.
The fact that Old Dumbledore was a major shareholder in Duke Honey was known to all at Hogwarts, after all, from the very first day he became a shareholder, he started boasting to everyone, claiming he became a shareholder.
Now Dumbledore was very regretful, extremely regretful.
If he had known this would happen, why did he boast about it all over the world back then?
Now he couldn't eat candy, and could only watch others enjoy eating candy longingly.
Recently, the news has been favorable to the Black family, not only covered by The Prophet Daily but also some other newspapers like the New York Elf Report from the United States and Le Cri De La Gargouille from France have come to interview Sirius.
Especially the French reporters, they spared no effort to dig up small news from the British Magic World.
Even between the two countries' Wizarding Worlds, it's a love-hate relationship—different from the Muggle World's bickering couple-like relations, the Magic World prefers straightforward exchanges of gossip.
"Mr. Black," the Gargoyle's Roar reporter Pierre asked with concern, "how do you view the misunderstandings from the British Ministry of Magic over the years?"
"This can't be blamed on the Ministry of Magic, Mr. Reporter." Sirius replied seamlessly, "After I mistakenly trusted a traitor, leading to the death of my best friends, my remorse was beyond measure... Even entering Azkaban can't atone for one-tenth of my sins..."
"No, Sirius." Harry hugged Sirius tightly, "It's not your fault, it's not your fault... I believe my parents wouldn't blame you either..."
What Harry said was true; he had quite an opinion about his dad.
Back then, some had suggested asking Dumbledore to be the secret-keeper, but he refused the proposal outright to prove his loyalty to his buddies, directly leading to him and Lily being attacked by Voldemort.
Had it not been for his arrogance, perhaps his parents would both be alive now.
Pierre's feather pen diligently scribbled on the paper, making a rustling sound.
"Then," the New York Elf Report's reporter James asked, "Mr. Black, are the reports in The Prophet Daily true? If so, why doesn't the British Ministry of Magic exonerate your brother and restore his honor?"
In fact, the American Magic World isn't particularly benevolent, especially towards the United Kingdom, their former colonial ruler, they're exceedingly hostile.
"I don't know how The Prophet Daily got its information," Sirius denied, "We had just rescued Regulus, discovered the truth, and The Prophet Daily got the first-hand news... The accounts are not entirely trustworthy, at least the prominently featured so-called 'Black Clan's hidden history' is complete nonsense—as for the latter parts, they are reasonably reliable."
"As for why the British Ministry of Magic hasn't exonerated Regulus, fundamentally, it's because it's the Christmas holiday. On the other hand, we must let Regulus rest in peace and verify the truth—I believe when we present sufficient evidence to the Ministry of Magic, they certainly won't refuse to clear a true hero's name."
"What if the British Ministry of Magic doesn't exonerate your brother?" Pierre suddenly asked.
"I trust the Ministry of Magic and Minister Fudge." Sirius said a suite of polite and comforting words.
To Pierre and James's disappointment, the interview at number twelve Grimmauld Square didn't yield the results they wanted.