This change in relationship is not just average; it's progressing in waves, swaying together with the main direction.
Sirius took a deep breath upon hearing Vivi's call.
By now, he could only resign himself to fate.
No matter how he calculated, he failed to foresee that Vivi knew Lily, and their relationship was quite close...
This left him at a loss for words.
He had no choice but to recount the events after 1981 to Lily and James.
When discussing the change of the Secret Keeper, James suddenly interrupted Sirius.
"No, no—wait a minute!" James said with a frown, "How could I be so foolish as to bypass the foolproof choice of Dumbledore and opt for someone else as the Secret Keeper?"
"But that's indeed what happened." Sirius scratched his head, "Back then, I even tried to persuade you, and Lily too, but you both seemed like you had taken some kind of hallucinogen, insisting that I be the Secret Keeper..."
"Was I really that foolish?" James questioned his own life choices.
"But if you were determined to have Dumbledore as the Secret Keeper, then why choose the Godfather?" Vivi asked, puzzled.
"I have no idea." James shrugged.
Sirius continued his story, and upon hearing about their heroic sacrifice with Lily, protecting Harry and vanquishing Voldemort, James and Lily weren't saddened by their deaths; they were rather glad.
"If it's a mutual destruction with Voldemort, we didn't die in vain." James said magnanimously, "Aside from some details that affect my reputation, everything was perfect—"
"And what about you?" Pabi raised his hand to ask, "You sacrificed too, and Harry grew up without family..."
"Our sacrifice allowed countless parents to accompany their children as they grew up, which is quite fine." James smiled and put his arm around Lily's shoulder, "Whether I'm in this timeline doesn't matter, but a Voldemort-free world matters greatly to me."
At this moment, Harry began to understand why his mother ultimately chose his father.
This kind of spirit was something that certain greasy-haired old bats couldn't compare to.
"What's next?" Lily held her chin in her hands, "What about Harry's story?"
"Um, let him tell it himself." Sirius waved his paws, "His story is quite complicated, so I think it's better for him to explain it himself."
Harry nodded and said to Lily and James, "Mom, Dad, my words might shock you, but they are true—I received a letter of acceptance from Hogwarts on July 25, 1991—not from the year 1991, but from Hogwarts in 1887, when Phineas Black was the headmaster!"
"Oh, Phineas Black!" James exclaimed, "I know him, he was the most unpopular headmaster in Hogwarts' history, right?"
"Yes," Harry nodded, saying to James, "I'm not sure why, but I attended Hogwarts a hundred years ago, where I met Cassandra, Pabi, and Vivi..."
"Wait?" Lily suddenly stopped Harry, her keen senses making her feel something was amiss.
She felt the urge to dig deeper into the question, temporarily putting aside Harry's experiences.
"Cassandra? Pabi? Who are they?" Lily's gaze was sharp as she looked at Harry, feeling her son had the potential to be a heartbreaker.
These names clearly belonged to girls.
"It's us." Pabi pulled the reluctant Cassandra out from behind the door, "We all come from Hogwarts a century ago, and we are Harry's good friends..."
"Then why are you all so young?" Lily asked suspiciously.
Harry hesitated not at all, recounting the process of meeting these girls in great detail, how they got to the century later, and what they each experienced.
Hearing this touching—um, friendship? Love? Lily was a bit bewildered and didn't quite know how to describe it, yet her face was soaked with tears.
Initially thinking Harry would become a heartbreaker, but now seeing the full picture, Lily suddenly realized she couldn't give up any of them.
They had already sacrificed so much for Harry, abandoning one would cause immense harm to the others.
But what to do...
Lily felt a headache coming on.
Once Harry finished recounting all the events of a hundred years ago, James laughed.
"You mean to say, you're that Harry Potter from a hundred years ago?" James chuckled with disbelief, "By Merlin! When I named you, it was based on that Harry from a hundred years ago, but I never imagined he would be my son—my son is a Legendary Wizard, a hero! Haha..."
"Yes, I never imagined Harry would experience so much." Lily said, looking at her good son with some heartache, "You must be so tired all these years, my child?"
"Not too bad." Harry scratched the back of his head, "Though they call me a Legendary Wizard, all those battles with the Fire Ash Snake Faction were with Cassandra and Vivi's help... they even credited me with most of the achievements, honestly, I'm not really... um."
Cassandra's lips curled up upon hearing Harry mention her first.