"Dumbledore!" Phineas Black's portrait shouted loudly from behind, "We agreed, we made a pact to keep my good great-grandson at Hogwarts..."
At Phineas's words, Snape looked extremely displeased.
"Let this Black dog be a professor?" Snape glanced at Little Sirius, "Oh sure, are you planning to make all the school's students pick up the habit of barking twice at everyone they meet?"
Actually, Little Sirius originally wanted to refuse the proposal, as he was used to his freedom.
But since the proposal annoyed Old Snot Spirit, Little Sirius figured he must stay at the school for a while, if only to dampen Old Snot Spirit's arrogance!
He ignored Snape and was just about to agree when he suddenly felt something was amiss.
"That's not right, my dear great-grandfather," Little Sirius looked suspiciously at Phineas's portrait, "Didn't you consider me a traitor to the Black family? Why now... suddenly see me as your good great-grandson?"
"Because your godson is Harry Potter!" Phineas said with a proud chest, as if this was an extremely honorable thing—a matter that could make the ancestral graves of the Black family glow green.
It must be said that since Phineas learned Harry Potter's godfather was his great-grandson, he felt his face suddenly magnify countless times.
Anyway, he acknowledged Harry's outstanding contributions in quelling the fairy uprising and vanquishing the Fire Ash Snake Faction, which were indelible—
Now that the most unremarkable descendant of the Black family—the one who defected to Gryffindor, Little Sirius—actually snagged Legendary Wizard Harry as a godson, this just...
Was this part of your plan, good great-grandson?
"Oh, this indeed is what I consider an honor," Little Sirius said with a laugh, patting his clothes.
He turned back, thinking of patting Harry on the shoulder but suddenly withdrew his hand.
He was just too dirty, and Little Sirius feared dirtying his godson's clothes.
"Then you shall serve as the assistant professor for Defense Against the Dark Arts temporarily," Professor Dumbledore quickly found a suitable job for Little Sirius.
It must be said that this position indeed needed filling, and it wasn't something Dumbledore had just made up—because Lupin, due to reasons known to very few, needed several days off every month, which is where Little Sirius would come in.
"Black and Lupin, truly birds of a feather," Snape muttered grumblingly on the side.
In any case, Black becoming an assistant professor for Defense Against the Dark Arts was inevitable.
Even if Snape wanted to oppose, he had no reason.
After all, Black was now no longer a fugitive, but rather a transformed hero who would risk his life for friends.
Better look for another chance, Snape thought secretly to himself, but still felt a bit regretful because he couldn't subtly hint to the students in class that Lupin was a werewolf.
But that's okay, the days ahead are long, he thought to himself.
"Alright, I suppose you all need to catch up, or perhaps take a hot bath," Dumbledore said with a chuckle, "After all, life is tough on the run, Little Sirius. As the headmaster of Hogwarts, I am very pleased you've cleared your name and can live under the sun again—however, a decade of imprisonment might have left you a bit out of touch with life, so you should take time to get accustomed to the outside world."
"Alright, Professor," Little Sirius said happily.
He planned to return to the abandoned classroom on the second floor to sleep, because it was his go-to spot when he had nowhere else to be.
After applying to Dumbledore, the headmaster readily granted his request.
After leaving the headmaster's office, Little Sirius whispered something mysteriously to Harry before leaving with Lupin.
Harry originally wanted to chat with Little Sirius about his father, James, but he also understood that Little Sirius needed to freshen up and perhaps visit the hospital wing with Madam Pomfrey.
"Thank you, Vivi." Harry said gratefully to Vivi, "If it weren't for you, perhaps my godfather would have died..."
"Oh, it's nothing," Vivi smiled gently, looking down at Harry, "So, this is how you show gratitude? Not even a hug?"
"Is this okay?" Harry hesitated, looking up at Vivi.
Vivi reached out to tousle Harry's messy hair. "Didn't you just hug your godfather whom you never met? Aren't you willing to give your old friend a hug?"
Hmm... Harry thought for a moment, it seemed reasonable indeed.
Besides, there were occasions when he had hugged Viv during magic refueling.
Thinking this, Harry opened his arms and hugged Vivi.
It was soft, and warm.
"Thank you, Vivi," Harry felt a bit intoxicated, not wanting to leave this warm and comforting embrace.
"Good boy," Vivi leaned down and gently kissed Harry on the cheek.
When returning to the dormitory, Harry was still thinking about that kiss.
Oh dear, Vivi is just too wonderful—
If Harry weren't thinking about getting more than just a bit, perhaps he would be lost in Vivi's fragrant kiss.
"You're back?" Ron said with a big grin, "Oh my, look at that smile, could it—no, wait, there's a lipstick mark on your face!"