Then they realized, perhaps Omnius Gaunt was talking about his classmate from a hundred years ago, Harry Potter.
Dumbledore turned around and glanced at Harry.
He did know the truth; the Harry in the house now was the one from a hundred years ago—but he wasn't sure if Harry wanted to keep it secret.
"Haha, Dumbledore thinks he's looking for you." Ron said to Harry with a smile, "I think Mr. Omnius Gaunt is looking for that classmate from a hundred years ago, what do you think? Harry?"
"Is it possible that he's looking for me?" Harry responded in a low voice.
In fact, he never hid this from Hermione or Ron.
There was nothing to hide—but the problem was, neither Hermione nor Ron believed he was that Legendary Wizard from a hundred years ago.
"Looking for you?" Ron hadn't fully caught on, "Why's he looking for you? Do you know him or something?"
"Is it possible that I'm that Harry from a hundred years ago?" Harry patted Ron's shoulder, "I told you this around this time two years ago."
Hearing Harry's words, Ron was stunned for a moment.
"Don't joke, man." He grinned, "How could you be that Harry? Everyone knows, he's someone from a hundred years ago..."
Little Sirius also overheard the conversation between his godson and Ron, not that he intended to eavesdrop, he was just too close to not hear.
He assumed his godson suddenly wanted to tease his friend, just like James sometimes liked to tease him.
Harry said nothing and approached Omnius's portrait.
He was quite curious himself, why Omnius, who was blind, appeared to have regained sight in the portrait.
Could portraits really work miracles?
"Harry?"
Omnius saw Harry and asked with delight.
Ron and Hermione exchanged glances, what's going on? Did Mr. Gaunt really know Harry?
Could it be...
They both thought of an unlikely possibility.
No...
Can't be, right?
"Long time no see, Omnius." Harry smiled and asked, "I heard about what you did for Annie—I've found Sebastian, he's in Azkaban, but his condition isn't great; he's turned into a ghost."
"I already guessed that." Omnius wasn't angry or sad, just very calm.
He smiled again and asked, "So, what about you? Have Miss Grindelwald and Miss Malfoy found you yet? I remember after you disappeared, they were both very upset, crazy to find you—especially Miss Malfoy, she nearly...
"Shut up!"
Cassandra's face turned slightly red as she hurriedly stepped out to stop Omnius from saying more.
She couldn't let him say anything that might be regrettable!
"Oh, it seems you've come a hundred years into the future, Miss Malfoy." Omnius said in surprise, "As your classmate, I must first congratulate you—then, I suppose Miss Grindelwald should have found a way too, right? I remember she's always been resourceful."
"She did." Harry turned to look at Vivi, "You're still as clever, Omnius—but I didn't expect that your eyesight... you've recovered?"
"It's nothing, just need to paint my eyes normally when creating the portrait." Omnius laughed, "Just like painting eyes on a blind person in the portrait, and the portrait won't be blind."
Harry truly didn't know portraits had such a miraculous use.
He wondered if when he became a portrait in the future, if he'd still be nearsighted.
Little Sirius, who was listening, was thoroughly confused, feeling his dog brain was overflowing.
What is all this?
He listened for a while, finally piecing together a rough idea.
Could it be that my adorable godson is a classmate of this old... Gaunt Ancestor?
No way, right?
Little Sirius did recall, his great-grandfather—who had the same name as him, Sirius Black—greatly admired his senior named 'Harry Potter'...
What?!
Now he felt like he could write a book, and already had a title in mind: "About My Godson Being My Great-Grandfather's Idol…"
In contrast, Snape was expressionless as he stared at Harry and the portrait of the Slytherin elder, no one could tell what stories were written on his tranquil face.
The most shocked was Ron; he never expected that his friendly bunkmate, his approachable buddy, had such an astonishing identity that could even shock Merlin.
The happiest was Hermione, though her happiness was complex.
On one hand, she was shocked that Harry was the Legendary Wizard from a hundred years ago; on the other hand, she was reassured she wasn't incompetent—the fact she couldn't match Harry's exam scores was owing to fate, not her lack of effort.
After all, he was once quite the Legendary Wizard, returning to Hogwarts for a second round; if he couldn't beat her—a Little Witch from a Muggle background—then that title wouldn't be worth much.
The embarrassment of it would only be second to being counter-killed by a baby like Voldemort.
"I've actually been searching for you for a long time." Harry said to Omnius's portrait, "A while back, I visited Gaunt's Old Mansion with Professor Dumbledore to find traces of Voldemort, but we found nothing, learned only from Moffin Gaunt that your portrait was taken by Voldemort."