Investing in her early is a surefire deal.
Rita's life principle is like this: You might make a small profit, but I will never lose.
For several consecutive days, the pages of the Prophet Daily have been telling the heroic tale of the Black family—how they resisted the Dark Demon King.
It began with Sirius Black defiantly joining the bright Gryffindor, rebelling against his family, then moved to Regulus Black, who had to bear the heavy burden of carrying on the family's 'Pure Blood glory.'
In Rita's writing, Regulus became someone who didn't want to join forces with Voldemort, yet had to join the Death Eaters under his parents' eager expectations.
If no one from the old Slytherin Pure-blood Clan of the Blacks joined the Death Eaters, they would become the laughingstock of the entire British Magic World.
After joining the Death Eaters, Regulus gradually realized the reactionary essence of Voldemort, deciding to seize the opportunity to endure humiliation and gain Voldemort's trust, so as to deliver a fatal blow at a critical moment.
Sirius's story, on the other hand, is more cliché, even including a bit of fantasy adventure. In short, the two brothers of the Blacks suddenly became the hot topic, the daily discussion among the wizards of the British Magic World.
In Rita's reportage, there seems to be a faint sense of leading the narrative.
Some people, after reading articles in the Prophet Daily, even thought, 'It would be great if the Blacks worked in the Ministry of Magic.'
Although everyone knows the Prophet Daily likes to fabricate and exaggerate, everyone still enjoys it.
Moreover, Sirius Black was already a known case of a wrongful conviction by the Ministry of Magic; the truth had come to light a while back and was no secret.
Connecting the dots, the reports about the Black family in the Prophet Daily appeared more credible to the wizards.
Furthermore, the Ministry of Magic did not issue a retraction, which is enough to indicate the authenticity of the report.
In the Black Family Mansion, Sirius was also busy with pain and joy in the study room.
The few days after Christmas coincided with the full moon; Professor Lupin had to remain consumed with the Wolf Poison Potion and in hiding, and had no leisure to be around.
Otherwise, Sirius might have dragged Lupin to be busy together.
Sirius was occupied with replying to the fan letters from the newly emerged fervent crowd.
Yes, ever since the heroic deeds of the Black brothers were published in the Prophet Daily, quite a number of wizards became fans of the Black brothers.
The biggest reason being that Rita printed a youthful photo of Sirius on the front page, along with a current one.
For this photo, Sirius even carefully tidied up his appearance.
"Your looks are also your advantage, Sirius," said Harry, who helped arrange Sirius's hairstyle. "What we need to do now is to utilize all your advantages, seizing the opportunity to build momentum among ordinary wizards."
Sirius was taken aback by what he heard.
In contrast, Vivi looked at Harry with an approving gaze: "You've gotten to understand politics recently, huh."
Harry returned a smug expression.
"Where did you learn all this?" Sirius asked curiously.
"Oh, Mr. Septimus taught me," Harry thought for a second and added, "Septimus Malfoy; you must have heard of that name."
Sirius counted on his fingers and looked up, asking, "That should be Lucius Malfoy's great-grandfather, right?"
"Yes, also Cassandra's father," Harry replied with a smile.
The corners of Sirius's mouth twitched; he overlooked one issue—that is, the generation gap between himself and his godfather was somewhat high.
If not for these godfather and godchild titles, he might have had to address Harry as at least a granduncle upon seeing him.
In political science, Mr. Septimus had spared no effort in teaching Harry back then, even breaking things down into pieces to teach him, employing every imaginable cramming method.
Harry didn't dare resist or say no back then; with gradual exposure and careful instruction, though he hadn't fully mastered everything Mr. Septimus taught, he still learned a lot.
The Minister of Dark a century ago, learn it if you...
He didn't dare ask why he needed to learn these things back then, accepted whatever was taught—exemplifying the spirit of accepting what's thrown his way.
But it should be said that Harry wasn't a fool.
"Fame is a capricious friend," quipped Sirius seriously while writing replies, "I might be held aloft by the wizards now, but the next moment, something might crush me into dust—the higher you're elevated, the harder you fall."
"It's wise to prepare, but the one who'll fall hard in the mud is definitely Fudge, that guy," Vivi said, crossing her arms.
She currently harbored a significant opinion on Fudge; Harry wasn't really sure why.
"Really?"
Ron raised his head, watching as an owl flew in from outside.
The owl flew like a missile, forming a money trail in the sky, then precisely landed in Ron's arms.
"Oh, it's Errol."
He reached over to take the letter from Errol's beak, still saying, "I really don't understand why Mom had Errol deliver the letter. We've bought younger owls at home—Errol is so old, he should be resting, not sending letters by dive-bombing me."
Hearing Ron's words, Errol nudged Ron's hand with its head, as if understanding.
"See what's written in the letter?" Hermione asked from the side.
Ron opened the letter, glanced at it, then said to Sirius, "Oh, it's Dad asking me to send greetings to Sirius—I see, they sent the letter from Romania to our home, then Errol had to take off from there to deliver it here... Dad says he'll come visit you at No. 12 Grimmauld Square at the end of the Christmas holidays, Sirius."
"I welcome their visit," Sirius said warmly.
Back then, he got along well with Arthur Weasley's family, partly because a member of the Black Clan had married into the Septimus Weasley lineage, and given that Sirius was a Gryffindor who broke from the Blacks, naturally Arthur's family liked Sirius too.
It should be said, apart from the Slytherin Pure-blood families, other wizard families liked Sirius quite a lot.
When Godfather was young, he was handsome, elegant, and polite, naturally winning the parents' favor.
Especially Harry's grandparents, who liked Sirius even more than James, causing James to sulk for a few days.
"Speaking of which," Vivi asked again, "does Godfather have any plans? I mean, which department in the Ministry of Magic is he planning to join?"
"That's Harry's godfather, how did he become hers?" Cassandra muttered quietly to Pabi by the door.
Pabi also puckered his nose, picking at his fingers, his mouth so pouted it looked like it could clamp three pieces of Licorice Wand with his nose.
"The Auror Office, I think," Sirius said, carefully placing the written letter into an envelope, addressing Vivi, "I've actually always wanted to be an Auror."
"The current head of the Auror Office..." Vivi thought for a moment, "Rufus Scrimgeour, right? I remember him, looking just like an old lion, with the same temper. Perhaps we should find a way to change his position a bit..."
"Change to where?"
Harry looked at Vivi in bewilderment; how could she say it so casually, as if she were the Minister of Magic herself?
Of course, Harry had not yet reached the lack of emotional intelligence to articulate it directly.
(There are some family matters today, so just 4000 for now)