Vivi's hands clung to the doorway's edge, her little head poking in, her face brimming with happiness.
"You better not say 'Here's Johnny'," Harry said, massaging his forehead.
"Oh," Vivi uttered, "then... here's Vivi!"
With that, the poor door creaked and crashed to the ground.
"Sorry," Vivi seemed to apologize to the door, "I didn't expect you to be so fragile... That's my fault."
Harry always felt that Vivi's words carried a hidden meaning, as if she was hinting at him, not commenting on the poor door.
Then she walked up to Cassandra.
Cassandra stood upright too, and the two stared at each other, neither giving way.
Perhaps it was an illusion, but Harry felt like he could hear the classic soundtrack from American westerns when cowboys face off 1v1 duels.
Vivi glanced Cassandra up and down, her gaze eventually lingering on her flat chest.
So pitiful, not even two ounces of flesh, Vivi thought dismissively.
Does such a figure really fill out a dress?
Unless some expanding magic spell helps her, otherwise... Tsk tsk tsk.
Being stared at her weakness, Cassandra became a bit angry.
So what if you have two more ounces of flesh? What's there for you to brag about?!
The silence was finally broken by Harry.
"What's wrong, Vivi?" he pretended not to know what was happening, looking up at Vivi, "Is there something important?"
"Oh, not really," Vivi said with a light smile, "Just missing you, so I came to visit you at Hogwarts... However, I seem to have heard something unbelievable... I'd say, I should commend your honesty."
"Ah, that," Harry scratched his head, "It's alright, Vivi, you know me—I've never lied to you?"
Initially, Vivi's eyes held no hint of a smile, but upon hearing Harry's words, her smile finally reached her eyes.
"That's what I like about you the most, Harry," Vivi said, reaching to ruffle Harry's hair, "You never lie to me, always honest with me..."
"So." She asked again, "You've decided? You're inviting Kathy to be your dance partner?"
"Of course." Harry nodded resolutely, his expression stronger than standing at the Dragon position.
"If you insist." Vivi sighed lightly, "Alright, I have some matters to attend to; let's meet again at Christmas..."
With that, she turned and walked away.
"Just leaving like that?" Cassandra suddenly spoke, "Not even saying goodbye?"
"Let's at least have dinner together," Harry suddenly said, "Let's have dinner together, you, me, and Kathy... The three of us... Hmm, how about going to that French restaurant in Diagon Alley?"
Cassandra's lips pressed tightly together as she looked at Vivi, always exuding the air of a main wife, feeling an unyielding defiance rising within her.
What's with that expression...
I was first, obviously I was first, right?
Whether knowing Harry first, becoming his friend first, or... liking that guy first...
Why do you, this woman, have the demeanor of a rightful wife!
Vivi's expression reminded Cassandra of the storybooks from "Qing Country" she read as a child, where having multiple wives was normal, and Vivi's demeanor naturally made her think of the woman named 'Precious Hairpin Xue'.
She wasn't far off, since although their personalities weren't quite alike, Vivi and Sister Bao certainly shared one trait: they were both calculatingly charming.
"Alright." Vivi relaxed her eyebrows, then as if jokingly asked Harry, "Should we invite Pabi too?"
Invite Pabi?
Harry hesitated for a moment and truly considered agreeing.
But considering the practical situation, Harry decided to strategically retreat for now.
"Let's skip Pabi; she seems busy today," Harry scratched his head, "Just the three of us... Let's have a nice dinner and talk."
"Talk about what?" Vivi asked with meaningful depth.
"Talk about the past, talk about the future," Harry said, "There's plenty to talk about, don't you think, Vivi?"
"Alright." Vivi gave Harry a deep look, "Then let's have dinner together—"
After receiving approval from the somewhat jealous Miss Grindelwald, Harry turned to Cassandra.
"I'm fine with it," Cassandra said, "I also think that since Grindelwald is here at Hogwarts, it's only proper to have her dine before leaving."
With such joyful decision-making... at least Harry felt it was happy, the three left Hogwarts.
But before leaving, Harry and Cassandra reported to their respective heads of house.
When Cassandra reported to Professor Snape, Snape clearly wore a 'swallowed a fly' expression.
"You, dining with Potter and Miss Grindelwald?" Snape's expression looked like he'd kissed James Potter, "Alright, but don't blame me for not warning you, Miss Malfoy, our school doesn't allow overnight stays off-campus."
"Just dinner, Professor," Cassandra said expressionlessly.
Snape couldn't say much more and had to agree to Cassandra's request.
Meanwhile, when Harry asked Professor McGonagall's permission, she happily agreed.
Don't be fooled by Professor McGonagall being stern and serious, and Harry being a fourth-year student, but as of now he's her top favorite. How could the professor not agree to her treasured student's small request?
Moreover, Harry was surely attending to proper business.
Plus, Professor McGonagall was aware of Miss Grindelwald's skills; there'd certainly be no danger with them going out together.
Of course, McGonagall was unaware that centuries ago, the three formed a team that wiped out the UK's largest and second-largest evil forces completely.
Completely clean.
So saying those three might be in danger?
More like all of Britain might be slightly endangered.
In the gap while talking to Professor McGonagall, Harry went to the bathroom—making sure Vivi and Cassandra weren't around, Harry dialed his Godfather's number.
"... That's basically it," Harry adjusted his glasses, "Little Sirius, what do you think I should do now?"
"Your current situation?"
Little Sirius's shadow looked like 'Are you kidding me', but the person before him was after all his godson, so he had to rise to the occasion to help.
"Hard to say," he said, "But I think being honest is actually good, although the timing wasn't right, it's certainly better than her discovering it on her own."
"Why wasn't the timing right?" Harry asked.
"Because you should have been honest with her before Miss Grindelwald came to Hogwarts, or took the initiative before dialing your call!" Godfather looked rueful, "A woman like Miss Grindelwald, if she'd really minded Miss Malfoy's presence, she'd have rendered her harmless ages ago... She's not that concerned about Miss Malfoy, she's concerned about your attitude..."
Harry seemed to understand.
"Women, you know," Godfather continued, "They don't really play by the rules; what's most needed is your attitude..."
"Then tell me," Harry suddenly said, "How about me confessing over dinner with Vivi and Kathy, that I want them both to be my girlfriend?"
Little Sirius suddenly fell silent.
For no reason, just for his godson's bravery.
"But I hear a fat man... he seems to be singing," Little Sirius cupped his ear, looked up and said, "Something like Italian, a piece from 'The Sycophant'..."