It's clear that Little Sirius has a knack for being sarcastic.
And obviously, Little Sirius treats his godson like his friend James, just like he used to be sarcastic with James, now he's doing it with Harry.
"No," Harry turned red and decided to change the subject.
So, he narrated everything that had just happened to Little Sirius, including Vivi's advice.
To his surprise, Little Sirius said nothing after hearing Harry's story, just kept drinking from his glass… which looked like whiskey.
That glass also had several stones in it, clearly "whiskey on the rocks."
Back in the day, Scotland had no ice cubes, so when people wanted chilled drinks, they'd get some rocks frozen by snow from the mountaintops and put them in whiskey to chill it.
The Wizarding World has preserved this tradition well, and many wizarding pubs offer this original style of chilled whiskey.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked tentatively, "Did I do something wrong?"
Little Sirius thought, not only did you do something wrong, but you shouldn't trust women in matters like these, especially Miss Grindelwald.
She's treating Cassandra like a French person!
But to be fair, if you don't consider Cassandra's psychological shadow, there is some effect.
"Since things are like this, I don't have a better suggestion." Little Sirius sighed and said to Harry, "My advice is to keep following Miss Grindelwald's plan… but I hope you'll comfort Miss Malfoy well once she softens up, understand?"
"Uh, I got it, Godfather." Harry nodded quickly.
"Alright," said Little Sirius, "if there's nothing else, I'll hang up now."
"Wait." Harry said, "Do you have any other good advice? Like advice on Cassandra, I know you're quite the authority on women, so could you share some life experience with me?"
"My experience is..." Little Sirius's face wrinkled for a while, then he reluctantly said, "Sorry, Harry—I've never encountered such a woman, so I can't give you constructive advice, if possible, try to be straightforward with her, she won't be able to handle it—okay, goodbye."
After hanging up, Harry zoned out for a while.
Well, since Godfather said so.
He packed a few things he needed in the dormitory, took Hedwig with him, and left the dorm.
When passing the door, Harry saw Ron playing and laughing with Hermione.
The two of them were surrounded by pink bubbles, looking very lovey-dovey.
Noticing Harry with Hedwig on his shoulder, Ron stopped fooling around.
"Where are you going, Harry?"
"I'm going back to the Black Family Mansion to handle something." Harry said with a smile to them, "Don't mind me, you two carry on—I didn't see anything."
It was only then that Hermione screamed and ran to her dorm.
Patting Ron on the shoulder, Harry gave him a smile that all men would understand and left the Gryffindor common room.
Ron stood there for a while before realizing something was off.
No, what's with that smile of yours? What do you understand?
However, Harry had already disappeared into the Hogwarts castle; now he had arrived at the Black Family Mansion.
As soon as he appeared, Kreacher's voice, as hoarse as a bullfrog's croak, rang out.
"Old Kreacher welcomes the esteemed Young Master Potter!"
Clearly, Kreacher genuinely liked Harry, otherwise, he wouldn't sound so full of energy, even startling Harry.
"Oh, Kreacher." Harry calmed his chest and wiped his sweat, "Please don't be so sudden next time, I thought thunder was striking next to my ear..."
"Old Kreacher is truly sorry for causing you trouble." Kreacher hunched over further, but he did not have Dobby's penchant for self-punishment.
Or rather, only when mentioning Master Regulus would he punish himself.
At least, that's what Harry thought.
Harry was quite happy to see him in this mental state, so he said, "No worries, it's nothing, just be careful next time."
"So, is there anything for the esteemed Young Master Potter back at the Black Family Mansion?" Old Kreacher asked, still holding Regulus's hand.
And Regulus was quite amusing, constantly trying to pounce and bite old Kreacher, but the latter could always dodge it at a bizarre angle.
"Nothing major." Harry scratched his head, "Later, draw me a bath; I plan to take a bath—the Black family's bathroom is still usable, right? I mean, the main bathroom."
"It's usable, esteemed Young Master Potter." Kreacher said, hunching, "Old Kreacher is honored to serve you."
Saying that, he was about to leave, holding Regulus's hand.
"Hey." Harry raised a finger, "When you're fixing up the bathroom, could you please keep Uncle Regulus a bit further away?"
Kreacher got Harry's point, so he said, "Rest assured, Young Master Potter, old Kreacher will place Master Regulus in a safe location."
With that, he led Regulus away.
Harry stretched, ascending the stairs toward his bedroom.
Since he was home, he should change clothes.
When he returned to his bedroom and changed into his robe, Kreacher appeared at his bedroom door.
"Esteemed Young Master Potter, the bathroom is ready."
"Okay, I'll be there shortly." Harry called out, "Let me take a nap first—"
He was indeed a bit tired, having spent last night chatting with Ron and the others until late; Seamus and Neville insisted on having him demonstrate the new functions of a cell phone.
So, he took a round of Civilization...
Lying in bed, Harry quickly fell asleep without any hindrance.
When he opened his eyes again, he suddenly found someone in front of him.
It was a poker-faced Cassandra.
"Yo, Kathy?" Harry supported himself up and gave a once-over to Cassandra sitting by the bed.
It was clear she genuinely wanted to make it up to Harry, as she was wearing a maid outfit.
Harry's eyes weren't behaving as they roamed downward, catching sight of the white silk-covered feet peeking from under the long skirt.
The authentic British maid dresses had longer skirts, unlike those maid outfits from a certain country that were more akin to certain items.
Cassandra raised her head, still looking imperious.
But paired with this maid outfit, she somewhat resembled a fallen noble lady in a certain type of avi.
"You're awake?" Cassandra snorted, "I thought you would sleep until tomorrow."
"Why sleep too long when alive, when you'll sleep for eternity after death?" Harry stretched, "What time is it now, Kathy?"
Cassandra took out a pocket watch and glanced at it, "Twenty past eight."
"Oh, it's time for dinner." Harry sat up, "Let Kreacher prepare dinner; after we eat, I need to solve the riddle of the Golden Egg."
At this, he deliberately asked, "Why are you at the Black Family Mansion? And wearing that outfit?"
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