After chatting a bit more about Annie's illness, Harry hung Omnius's portrait in the hallway.
The position was quite conspicuous, placed right next to Walburga's.
Of course, Walburga recognized this Gaunt Ancestor, not because the Gaunt Ancestor's face was filled with stories, but because she's been hearing stories about Omnius since she was young.
She surely had no objections, and Omnius, not knowing Walburga's character, naturally had no objections either.
"I still need to congratulate you, Harry."
As Harry finished hanging Omnius's portrait and was about to go to bed, Omnius suddenly spoke.
"What's up?" Harry raised his eyebrows and asked.
"Well, because Miss Malfoy and Miss Grindelwald both found you, and of course there's Pabi—the girl who must not be forgotten."
Omnius paused a bit at this point.
"But I think you'll be busy in the future, after all, aside from Pabi, those two women aren't easy to deal with, especially... Grindelwald."
When mentioning Vivi's name, Omnius's voice became unbelievably soft.
Harry reached out his hand and made a gesture that would definitely be banned in South Korea.
"Don't worry, little German." Harry said with a cheerful smile, "I've got this."
Omnius didn't say anything; he merely gave Harry a meaningful look.
Since Kreacher was sick and not feeling well, Vivi volunteered to handle dinner tonight.
Luckily, it wasn't Cassandra, Harry thought to himself, or else they'd be in for some trouble.
"Poor Kreacher..." Hermione's angelic compassion hadn't fully recovered; she was still thinking about Kreacher: "They're really pitiful, aren't they? Being exploited day after day, year after year by Wizards... even taking pride in it..."
"Maybe they like it?" Ron said nonchalantly, "And besides, I think we should really talk about Harry—wow, I can't believe he's the Harry Potter from a hundred years ago. When he said that in our first year, we all thought he was joking."
"What else?" Hermione did indeed set aside the House-Elf issue, "If I said I was Rowena Ravenclaw, would you believe me?"
"I do." Ron nodded quickly, "Of course I believe it, compared to Gryffindor, you actually seem more like a Ravenclaw—and I have no doubt, you're actually wiser than Ravenclaw herself..."
"Do you really think that?" Hermione asked with a radiant smile, quite pleased with Ron's praise.
"Absolutely." Ron nodded: "You're the smartest witch I've ever met, your eyes seem to sparkle like stars..."
Hermione was happy but felt like there might be something unsaid behind these words.
Is it just my imagination? Hermione shook her head, tossing the thought out of her mind.
"Oh, by the way!" Hermione hurriedly took out the small purse Vivi had given her a few days ago and pulled Jack out from it.
Jack looked quite spirited, entirely lacking the languor of being confined for a long time.
Upon seeing sunlight, he swayed joyfully left and right, like a happy scallion chicken.
"Jack!" Hermione picked Jack up, buried her face in the parrot's chest, and took a deep breath.
Then, she placed Jack aside and began to cough violently.
"Cough cough cough—I forgot he has a lot of feather powder..." Hermione coughed as she spoke: "That one breath felt like inhaling a bowl of flour..."
"I told you so long ago." Ron shrugged, picked up the Sunflower Parrot from the table, and gave it a wink.
Unexpectedly, Jack mimicked and blew a kiss at Ron.
"Whoa, this little rascal!" Ron laughed, reaching out to touch the parrot's beak, "He's teasing me—"
"Oh, he's an Aussie, not an Englishman; he doesn't have any improper inclinations." Hermione quickly said.
But these words had no impact on Ron, for although he was English, his inclinations were normal—he liked Hermione and wasn't interested in any nonsense.
"You better watch what you say." Ron whispered into Hermione's ear, "Remember Principal Dumbledore is here, don't you? He... well..."
Only then did Hermione remember there was indeed an unconventional person in the room.
To speak of it, the Wizarding World isn't generally open-minded; if this old jail were placed in the Muggle World at the time, he'd at least undergo five years of electric therapy and enjoy a round of chemical castration.
It's all the Magic World that saved him!
"What are you chatting about?"
Little Sirius came over and sat beside Ron.
He saw Parrot Jack and reached out towards Jack's beak.
Jack's temperament was quite good, or rather, large parrots' temperaments are generally alright, at least they wouldn't bite like the small Peach-faced Lovebirds, little flying tiger pliers attacking people indiscriminately.
Seeing Jack not biting him, Little Sirius petted the scallion-like feathers on Jack's head.
"This parrot looks nice, is it Jack?" Little Sirius asked eagerly.
"Yes, we were just talking about him." Ron shrugged: "Additionally, Hermione was indirectly snarky about the Principal."
"I wasn't! I didn't! Stop saying nonsense!" Hermione denied it quickly, trying to get Ron to shut up and not randomly babble to bring the Principal over.