Unlike Rita, at least these two don't have any professional journalism skills, and won't exaggerate or twist the facts.
But you can't say they didn't get what they wanted. At least Little Sirius's answer was enough to annoy the British Ministry of Magic on the newspapers, staging a loud coup d'état drama.
After several foreign newspapers consecutively published reports about the Black family, the Ministry of Magic finally couldn't sit still.
Fudge launched an emergency consultation, planning to come up with a feasible plan with his subordinates—how to deal with the current situation.
However, at number twelve, Grimmauld Square, the atmosphere was extraordinarily relaxed.
Not only the "New York Elf Report" and the "Gargoyle's Roar," but even Rita's editorials in the "Prophet Daily" were lavish in their praise of the Black family.
Rita, especially, after recounting Little Sirius's heroic deeds, didn't forget to elevate Little Sirius in terms of character.
"Look." Little Sirius picked up the "Prophet Daily," pointing to the report, "Look at what it says here? 'I felt a true human heart beating at number twelve Grimmauld Square...' I really quite like this phrase."
"Actually, Mr. Black." Cassandra interrupted the unrealistic fantasies of his godfather, "In this old house, nine hearts are beating."
"Isn't it ten?" Pabi suddenly stood out, counting on his fingers, "Oh dear, look, Little Sirius, Lupin, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore, Kreacher, Vivi, you, and me, doesn't that make ten people?"
"You're a ghost, my dear Swedding." Cassandra looked at Pabi with a sympathetic glance.
Pabi opened his mouth, his entire spirit body becoming gray and drab, drifting aside.
Oh, right, I forgot, I'm a ghost.
"Don't be discouraged, Pabi." Vivi reached out to rub Pabi's spiritual head, "You'll soon be able to regain your flesh and blood, and by that time, this old house will indeed have ten hearts beating."
"Yay!" Pabi jumped up to say, still not forgetting to give Cassandra a taunting glance.
But Cassandra just hugged her arms, looking proudly at Harry in the distance, uninterested in glancing at Pabi even once.
"She's so mean!" Pabi whispered to Vivi, "See how she says she doesn't like Harry, but her eyes are always glued to him..."
Vivi heard Pabi's words, glanced at Cassandra, and sure enough, she was really staring at Harry as Pabi said.
A woman with different words from her heart...
Vivi sighed inwardly, if not for her temperament, how could she have gotten close to Harry back then?
That's why people... their life ways shouldn't be too smooth, you see, like Cassandra being pampered by her father and brothers at home, her temperament is truly incomprehensible.
Then look at Vivi, an orphaned dud, just comparing the two reveals the difference.
As for why Cassandra became the first inaugural loser, no guessing needed to know.
"I'll recommend you to the Ministry of Magic, Little Sirius." Dumbledore suddenly said, "Once school starts, I'll go negotiate with the Ministry to get you a position there."
"Oh, that's really appreciated, Dumbledore." Little Sirius put down the newspaper, smiling jovially.
A flash of violet light suddenly appeared in Vivi's eyes, she spoke: "This summer... maybe after the Quidditch World Cup, a Department Head position will open in the Ministry of Magic. Then, Headmaster can secretly work with Mr. Malfoy to make the Godfather the Department Head... what do you think?"
With Lucius involved, the matter would be even more secure.
Firstly, they all hail from Pure-blood Clans, plus Lucius' wife Narcissa is Little Sirius's cousin, with this relationship, there's bound to be some goodwill exchanged.
"Department Head?" Dumbledore sharply caught onto Vivi's words, "You mean—someone will fall from grace? Which department, can you tell me?"
"Can you keep it confidential, Dumbledore?" Vivi asked with a mild smile.
"Of course, I promise to keep it a secret!" Dumbledore vowed.
Unexpectedly, Vivi laughed.
"You see, Dumbledore." She said, "I can keep secrets too."
Dumbledore took a deep breath, deciding not to argue with Vivi.
Certainly can't out-talk nor out-fight her...
Since she didn't want to speak, let it be, prophecies are best left unspoken.
"It won't be the Department of Prohibition of Muggle Item Misuse, will it?"
Ron, eating melon nearby, suddenly remembered his father was also a Department Head.
Scaring the kid so much the melon he was holding fell.
"No, it isn't, Ron." Vivi replied with a twinkling smile, "If it were Uncle Weasley, I'd have told you long ago."
Weasley... Uncle?
Such a niche vocabulary...
Little Sirius reached up to press his brow, attempting to stop them from frantically twitching.
Great, the family status seems to rise with Harry's fame.
In the past, he never dared to imagine Grindelwald's sister would call him Godfather...
But speaking of it, it's rather thrilling.
Thinking like this, does it mean he's a generation higher than Dumbledore and Grindelwald?
Thinking of that, Little Sirius could hardly restrain his laughter.
Hearing Vivi's answer, Ron was also relieved.
He didn't mind the term "Uncle Weasley," seeing as the few before him were Legendary Wizards from a century ago, however, carefree Ron still felt they were peers, nothing special about them.
In the evening, Vivi still came for the usual nighttime raid.
Though the two didn't engage in anything improper, just normal chatting, kisses, or a bit of cuddling.
"Remember that jewel?" Harry suddenly asked, "Once school starts, we must visit Mr. Leme's cabin, see what price he demands for using that jewel."
"I have to remind you, Harry." Vivi's head rested on Harry's chest, "If Lady Death is inside Mr. Leme's cabin, you must ask her about this rather than Mr. Leme, alright?"
"Okay, I'm not that stupid," Harry chuckled to say.
The next morning, after breakfast, they took a carriage back to Hogwarts.
Still the carriage enchanted with the Traceless Stretching Spell, spacious enough to accommodate them all going back together.
Dumbledore also rode the carriage back, somewhat weak for not having sugar for more than ten days.
Now he eyed everything, contemplating if it contained sugar for a bite.
Hermione and Ron returned to the dorm first, while Harry joined Vivi and them to Mr. Leme's Alchemy Room.
"Seems you've already received my gift."
Lady Death sat beside the computer, holding a crystal ball like playing some interesting game, though Harry hadn't seen clearly.
Mr. Leme sat next to her, looking flushed, the two seemed to have had some argument.
But upon seeing them enter, she turned off the screen.
"Ma'am."
Harry was surprised by Lady Death's presence but knew better than to ask inappropriate questions.
"That jewel—does it have a usage cost? Or... what must I pay to fulfill a desire?"
Lady Death shook her head with a smiling: "Child—there's no need for you to pay anything, that jewel can be freely used, no need to worry about such matters."
Harry glanced at Vivi, then Dumbledore.
Seeing them nod, Harry pulled the jewel out.
"So, what is your deepest desire right now?" Mr. Leme asked.
Harry thought for a moment, then shook his head.
"Perhaps we can use the jewel to resurrect Pabi." Vivi suddenly said, "Isn't it supposed to fulfill one's innermost desires? If possible, then we won't need those magic potions... what do you think?"
(Still owe 4000 words, initially planned to make up today, but couldn't)