"Looks like Old Snot Spirit didn't come along. That's really fortunate," Little Sirius said with a grin. "If he came, who knows what kind of magic potion he'd slip us..."
"Severus isn't like that, Little Sirius," Dumbledore started, attempting to play the peacemaker.
But Little Sirius, very self-aware, said, "He probably wouldn't drug you, but he'd definitely drug me..."
This wasn't off the mark, because, in the entire house, the person Snape disliked the most was Little Sirius, no one else.
After a while, Kreacher came over to inform them that breakfast was ready.
The breakfast was hearty enough; Kreacher had at least put some effort into it.
Harry casually picked up a piece of pie and placed it in front of Ron.
Ron, without much thought, casually used a fork to pick up a piece of the pie and put it in his mouth.
"How does it taste?" Harry asked.
Ron struggled to swallow that piece of pie, grabbed his cup, and drained it in one gulp.
"Apart from being salty, sweet, bitter, and sour, there's nothing wrong with it," he critiqued sharply.
Harry decisively chose not to touch that pie, opting for something else instead.
Unexpectedly, Little Sirius was enjoying that very same pie with relish.
From the look on his face, it seemed like he had tasted some heavenly delicacy.
"This is my mom's cooking. Although it's hard to eat, it is indeed hard to eat," Little Sirius said nonsense, once again telling Kreacher, "Well done, but please don't use my mother's recipes next time, alright?"
"Of course, Master of family glory," Kreacher croaked like a bullfrog.
"But I find this pudding cake quite to my liking."
Dumbledore, using a fork to pick up a piece of pudding cake, said to Kreacher, "It's really delicious, Kreacher."
Harry had almost reached for the pudding cake when he suddenly withdrew his hand.
Come on, if Principal Dumbledore praised something as quite delicious, it had to be the type of sweet that could kill you.
"Why aren't you eating?" Ron asked Harry, fork in mouth, "I saw you almost grabbed that cake."
"I suddenly lost interest," Harry said candidly, leaning in and whispering to Ron, "Think about it, Ron. Principal Dumbledore loves sweets. A cake he praises as particularly delicious, you can imagine what that's like..."
Ron pondered for a moment and could easily imagine the deadly amount of sugar in that pudding cake.
He shivered, instantly abandoning the thought of taking a bite.
Isn't living better?
Just at that moment, Vivi walked in from outside.
She lazily walked behind Harry, leaned down, and kissed him on the cheek.
"Oh," she sighed contentedly, sitting down next to Harry, glancing smugly at Cassandra along the way.
However, she found that Cassandra wasn't paying attention, slowly eating her food instead.
Feeling a bit disappointed, Vivi didn't hatch another plan, instead opting to sit quietly by Harry's side having breakfast.
Little Sirius's eyebrows twitched; he had certainly noticed that his godson received a good morning kiss from a Slytherin temptress.
Although people in the United Kingdom didn't discourage early romance, Little Sirius always felt like his little pig of a godson got snatched up by a vibrant cabbage...
What a Reversed Celestial Spirits.
After taking a couple of bites of breakfast, Ron suddenly remembered an important question.
"But do you guys know where that cave is?"
"Of course, we know," Little Sirius said cheerfully. "Kreacher has been to that cave. He could easily point us in the right direction, or better yet—just take us there directly."
"Yes, old Kreacher knows where it is. Hopefully, the young master who recently pleased the mistress will fulfill his promise and rescue young Master Regulus in time."
Kreacher mumbled on, sounding somewhat reluctant and a bit sarcastic.
Even though the mistress had forgiven her disappointing son, Little Sirius, Kreacher had always stuck to his previous opinion. Even if Harry Potter became his godson, it still didn't erase the fact that he once angered the mistress.
"No need for Kreacher; I already know exactly where the cave is," Dumbledore looked up and said, "At least I know some strategies for dealing with it."
Since Professor Dumbledore said as much, no one had any doubts and they went back to eating breakfast.
After the meal, after resting for about an hour, Dumbledore called everyone to set off, preparing to head to that cave.
But he didn't take many people, only bringing along Harry and Little Sirius, while others stayed at home to wait.
"Do you really not need me to go, Professor Dumbledore?" Vivi tilted her head and asked.
"It's not necessary, Miss Grindelwald. It's not a dangerous place," Dumbledore said with a smile. "But if you want to come along, I have no objections."
Even though the cave wasn't a hiding place for Voldemort or his Soul Artifacts, Dumbledore still thought having one more person would indeed be helpful, because Vivi wasn't someone who would hold them back.
With that, Dumbledore reached out and grabbed Little Sirius and Harry.
Seeing this, Vivi also grabbed Harry's arm.
Cassandra's lips twitched a couple of times, but she didn't end up saying she wanted to come along.
Until they disappeared, Cassandra's eyes darkened.
"Miss Malfoy?" Hermione asked tentatively.
Cassandra looked down at Hermione.
"If you wanted to go, why didn't you go with them?" Hermione asked cautiously.
Although careful, fearing Cassandra would be angry, curiosity eventually prevailed.
"I don't want to go with Potter!"
Cassandra threw that statement and stomped out of the living room, heading upstairs to her room.
"Upset." Pabi floated around in the sky and said, "Did you see? Cassandra is the typical tsundere—she actually wants to go but doesn't want to seem eager, so she's in this awkward situation. If I'm not mistaken, she's definitely hiding under her covers, sulking right now."
"No, no way?" Hermione was a bit stunned that such a strong-willed lady could be like this.
"I know her too well," Pabi said smugly. "Do you believe it? She's definitely under her blankets shedding little pearls right now."
"I don't believe it." Hermione showed a face of absolute disbelief.
Pabi crossed his arms and floated away.
"Are you going to check on her?" Hermione asked loudly, "Or maybe I should go and comfort her a little..."
"No," Pabi declined, "I don't want to be hit by an Avada Kedavra. Trust me, she's absolutely capable of it—"
"Yes, those Slytherins are just that wicked," Ron whispered to Hermione, "Especially since she's from the Malfoy Clan, and those wizards from a hundred years ago, who knows if she's actually a Dark Wizard with a murderous past?"
"You're being quite prejudiced, Ron," Hermione countered. "Look at Vivi; isn't she also a kind and friendly person? Can you deny that she's not gentle because she's a Slytherin?"
"Her gentleness is just because you and I are both friends of Harry's," Ron said, down-to-earth. "Forget it—too complicated to argue with you. I'm going to check out the Wizard Chess manuals. If you dare, go upstairs and comfort Miss Malfoy."
"I'm not going!" Hermione quickly said, ultimately choosing to play it safe.
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