Upon hearing Walburga's words, Vivi didn't respond immediately but turned her head to look at Harry.
Seeing that Harry showed no dissatisfaction with Walburga, she replied with a smile, "I'm honored too, Mrs. Black."
Right now, Walburga was feeling absolutely wonderful. In the days under the influence of the second You-Know-Who, all pure-blood families had to speak cautiously beneath his prestige, not daring to be too close.
But now?
Not to mention the first You-Know-Who being the godson of my son, let's talk about the famous Dark Wizard Grindelwald, whose sister is so close to me...
The contrast makes the difference even more apparent, especially for someone like Walburga, whose mind is afflicted with something known as obsession.
So...
Dark Demon King, whatever, pfft, really not familiar, okay?
If the Dark Demon King were in power, even if Regulus were still alive, the Black Clan might not benefit much, following him with constant anxiety, fearing that one day he might use Avada on them.
But in front of this You-Know-Who...
Ha, would he do wrong by his own Godfather?
Walburga's obsession isn't about bloodline but whether the Black Clan's glory can be restored.
Moreover, the two here are broadly defined as Pure-blood Wizards, nothing unacceptable about that.
"I'll take Vivi upstairs first, Mrs. Black," Harry smiled reservedly at Walburga's portrait.
"Be my guest, I will instruct Kreacher to take good care of you," Walburga said with a smile, "You've come here, feel at home."
Vivi also gave a polite smile to Walburga and followed Harry up the stairs.
"You can tell Mrs. Black is quite fond of you," Harry said softly to Vivi.
Vivi rolled her eyes charmingly, "Yeah, and she likes you too, doesn't she? After all, you are the first You-Know-Who and her son's godson..."
"Hey!" Harry said dissatisfiedly, "He's still my Godfather, how did he become a son of a dog..."
Vivi reached out to hug Harry's arm, starting the squeeze attack, "Look, Harry, our Godfather—his Animagus form is a big black dog, right?"
Yes, our Godfather...
"Uh, yes." Harry was a bit distracted, he knew Vivi was using some little tricks, but he still fell for the sugar-coated bullets.
The main thing is, these sugar-coated bullets are really sweet.
"So, isn't he then..." Vivi leaned closer to Harry's ear and said, "Isn't he Mrs. Black's son of a dog?"
"Yes, that's right." Harry nodded.
"See, you're agreeing with me, aren't you?" Vivi laughed lightly, tugging Harry's arm back with force.
Harry thought it over and finally acknowledged Vivi's point.
He wouldn't admit it was Vivi's logic that swayed him.
When they reached upstairs, they found themselves still in Little Sirius's bedroom.
Little Sirius was lying on the floor, reaching for something under the bed.
"No spiders this time," Little Sirius reassured Ron as he spoke, "Don't worry, Ron, trust me, the spider was just an accident, take a look at this..."
He pulled out a wooden box from under the bed, something inside seemed to be struggling.
"Take a look." Little Sirius said proudly, patting the box, "This was my collection back then, Quidditch equipment—"
"Amazing!" Ron's eyes sparkled as he crouched to look at the box.
On the box, clumsily written in red paint, were the words, "Do not open—unless you want your front teeth knocked out by a Wandering Ball."
"Just as it says, you'd better not open it..."
Little Sirius hadn't finished speaking when Ron snapped the box open.
The moment it opened, a gigantic Wandering Ball shot out, smacking onto Ron's face with a thud.
"Merlin's club!" Ron muttered indistinctly, "I feel like my front teeth are going to be knocked out!"
"I warned you, the writing's right there on the box." Little Sirius immediately distanced himself, "I advised you already, so you can't blame me for not warning you."
"I just feel the pain." Ron grumbled, turning to Hermione while clutching his face, "No bruises, right? Hermione? Quick, check if there's a bruise..."
Hermione disdainfully glanced at Ron's slightly swollen face, shook her head and said, "I'd rather use another word—plastic surgery."
Beside her, Cassandra raised her small fists to her lips, trying to suppress her laughter.
One must admit, Gryffindor sometimes has some great qualities, for instance... sarcasm.
"Are you okay, Ron?" Harry asked with concern.
Only then did Ron notice Harry had walked back and, still clutching his face, complained, "Geez, it hurts so bad—Harry."
"No worries, just as Hermione said, might be doing some plastic surgery, who knows." Harry stifled his laughter, the feeling of teasing a good friend could not be more delightful.
"Professor Lupin, Mr. Black," Vivi greeted the two 'elders'.
Lupin smiled gently at Vivi, while Little Sirius raised his head, but after looking at his Godson's intense signals, ultimately let out a long sigh.
"Hello, Miss Grindelwald."
Vivi was somewhat surprised, she thought Little Sirius would have reacted dramatically, rushing over to break her and Harry up.
Since he was being sensible, Vivi was not against acknowledging this elder on Harry's behalf, holding her nose.