His biggest worry was whether Harry would think he was useless.
But now, who dares to say Sirius Black is incapable?
Who is the walking hormone at Hogwarts? It must be the young Sirius Black!
But actually, his method... it only works because Harry can use it on these three women who like him, try someone else and it might not work...
And Sirius thinks it works because he has no technique, just sheer charm.
To outshine the peak Xiaolizi in his younger days, the value is needless to say.
Back then at Hogwarts, just by standing there with a melancholic pose, he could make witches scream around him...
If Snape tried that, it would just be greasy — of course, Snape is quite literally greasy.
"Thank you so much, Sirius!"
Harry sincerely gave Sirius a big hug.
At the same time, he was thinking.
If his Godfather also traveled back a hundred years with him, wouldn't his ambitions have already been fulfilled...
But he forgot one thing; what made him determined to have it all, was that these three women traveled through time for him, making any one of them hard to give up.
And the reason these three women sat down peacefully and looked at each other was precisely because of this.
Try letting someone else intervene? Like Miss Fari?
Do you think Vivi's Avada Lightning Chain isn't fast enough, or Cassandra's Weather Spell isn't powerful enough?
Your ashes would be scattered.
Sirius reached out and patted his godson's back; at that moment, he felt a bit like a Godfather.
"Don't worry, Harry." Sirius reassured Harry: "I will be your strongest support!"
Harry felt immensely steady—after all, the strategy his Godfather just suggested proved to be effective.
He whistled and happily found Ron to play two rounds of Wizard Chess.
"What's up with you, man?" Ron tentatively asked, "You seem different—coming to me willingly to play Wizard Chess?"
"I'm in a great mood." Harry said happily, "Come on, let's play another round!"
He had lost three games in a row, but was still very happy.
To be fair, Ron's Wizard Chess skills were indeed high; at least among their peers, Ron hadn't met his match.
After playing for a while, Harry and Ron were called by Sirius to go outside for a snowball fight.
Hermione actually didn't like this activity much, but she loved watching people have snowball fights.
"If only we could call your two brothers over." Sirius regretted, "I think we could get along well—actually, they kind of remind me of myself, Fork, and Moon Face back in the day..."
"Indeed, but those two..."
Harry recounted his first-year Christmas story to Sirius in detail, including the twins pelting snowballs at Voldemort's face.
Hearing about the twins' glorious exploits, Sirius was stunned.
"Merlin, they were this brave?!" Sirius couldn't help but question, "It's truly hard to believe..."
"And don't forget him." Ron added from the side, "My two brothers just threw snowballs at Quirrell's head; Harry threw in the Biting Kale..."
Hearing the words Biting Kale, Sirius was filled with respect.
"You really are James's son!" Sirius affirmed.
To be honest, even someone as bold as James wouldn't dare throw Biting Kale at the back of a professor's head.
Sirius's words somewhat glorified James.
The Christmas feast was plentiful, and with Kreacher utterly a slacker now, Vivi borrowed Luqi and Dico to whip up a Christmas dinner for them.
Kreacher now spends his days with Regulus, often taking him out for a stroll, sunning occasionally, saying it's good for the skin.
"I suggest you keep him at a distance." Dico warned Kreacher, "Don't let him spill the mistress's food..."
If Dico didn't know that the one Kreacher was leading was the Godfather's brother, he would have locked the Yin Corpse and Kreacher together already.
He meant to warn Kreacher for his own life safety.
After all, Vivi is a frugal woman, and she absolutely despises wasting food...
"Mistress..." Kreacher mumbled as he held Regulus's hand, "Kreacher only has one mistress, and that's Mrs. Blake..."
Dico knew his mental state wasn't quite right—since a normal House-Elf wouldn't just lead a Yin Corpse around the owner's home—so he ignored Kreacher and turned back to the meal preparations.
By around seven in the evening, the House-Elves had prepared a sumptuous feast, filling up an entire large table.
The Black family dining table could accommodate dozens of guests, giving a clear picture of how much food was there.
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