"She agreed," Harry nodded, "When you get back, ask Newt if he wants to come along... And let Theseus know, also let them know Vivi won't be coming back."
"Even if Vivi were to come, they wouldn't refuse your invitation," Pabi said with a smile, "The things that happened before weren't Vivi's fault, you can rest assured."
On their way back to King's Cross Station, the weather was completely different from when they came to Hogwarts last September.
The sky was clear, only the sun hung high in the sky, freely spreading its heat.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione spent a lot of effort finding an empty compartment and sat inside.
Ron covered Little Pig with his formal robe, as it kept squealing; Hedwig tucked her head under a wing and dozed off, while Parrot Jack stood on Hermione's shoulder, one foot grasping a croissant.
The train headed south, and the compartment was filled with lively conversation.
Soon, the Weasley Twins and Draco came over, followed by Seamus and Neville.
They talked animatedly about what steps Dumbledore would take to prevent Voldemort from rising again, until the food trolley came by and they paused the conversation.
"Something to eat?" Draco looked delighted, "Well, let's have a bit of everything, my treat."
With that, he pulled out a few Galleons from his pocket and handed them to the woman selling food.
The table was piled high with food, and the purchasing power of seven Galleons was indeed formidable.
They were covered in snacks, even on their legs, and Parrot Jack had given up on the croissant, launching an attack on some cauldron cakes.
"No wasting food! Jack!" Hermione sternly stopped Parrot Jack's wasteful actions, but... she couldn't really stop him.
"Ron should have told you, right?" Harry lifted his head and asked the twins, "We're going to spend the summer vacation together on White Island... By the way, Seamus, and Neville, are you two going?"
"I'm not going," Seamus said helplessly, "My dad signed me up for some cultural classes; I need to learn about Muggles — you know my mom is a witch, and my dad is a Muggle."
"I can't go either," Neville said regretfully, "Gran won't let me go wandering around; she trusts Dumbledore's judgment."
"What about you?" Harry turned his head to look at Draco, "After you get back, ask your dad if he wants to go to White Island with us."
"Don't worry, Harry." Draco said confidently, patting his chest, "My dad definitely won't refuse your invitation."
They chatted for a bit more, then started to tackle lunch.
"Who's up for Exploding Snap?" Fred took out a deck of cards after finishing lunch.
"Come on, let's play together," George called out, "We're just idle; it's better to find something to do... It's a long way to the station; you don't think the train will arrive in the next second, do you?"
His words received responses from everyone except Hermione, and the people in the compartment joined in the game of Exploding Snap.
Playing cards indeed makes time fly, especially when everyone is having fun together.
Before they knew it, the train had already arrived at King's Cross Station.
"Remember to write back," Harry said to them at the gate, "We'll meet up at number twelve Grimmauld Square, alright?"
"Don't worry." Everyone answered noisily.
Cassandra originally planned to return to the Malfoy family with Draco, but Harry grabbed her slender wrist.
"What is it?" Cassandra teased as she looked at Harry.
"You're not allowed to leave." Harry pretended to be fierce, "You upset me at noon today; I'm going to get my revenge tonight—don't worry, I've already asked Draco to inform Lucius and them."
"Alright." Cassandra said helplessly, "Let's go back together then, can you please let go of my wrist first?"
Harry said nothing but moved his hand lower, gently grabbing Cassandra's slender and soft hand.
"Is this better?" Harry asked with an innocent look.
"I can't win against you..." Cassandra sighed softly.
"Harry, Cassandra."
The voice of the Godfather rang out from not far away; he was waiting for them by a black Bentley.
"Little Sirius." They greeted him together, with Harry holding Cassandra's hand, heading towards the Bentley and curiously asked, "Is this your new car, Little Sirius?"
"How is it?" Little Sirius said cheerfully, "It's the latest model this year, I must admit, Muggles really have aesthetic sense when designing these things..."
As he spoke, he lowered his voice to Harry, "I even made some modifications to this car to better accommodate a wizard's physique... Of course, Arthur mustn't see this."
Harry knew that Arthur referred to Ron's father, Arthur Weasley, who was the head of the Department of Prohibition of Misuse of Muggle Items, overseeing the misuse of Muggle objects.
"I think there's nothing wrong," Harry laughed, "It's just some modifications, you know Mr. Weasley modified his car too... as long as Muggles don't see it, it's no big deal."
"And those fools at the Ministry of Magic." Little Sirius took his hand out of his pocket, opened the car door, "Get in, we'll have dinner together tonight—"
After they got into the car, Little Sirius pressed the buttons for Muggle shielding and invisibility.
"Well then," he said, "Take off!"
With that, the car lifted off the ground and soared into the clouds.
"So," Little Sirius donned a cool pair of sunglasses, "This year you should be graduating, right, Cassandra? What are you planning to do after graduation?"
"Me?" Cassandra raised her head, thought for a moment, and smiled, "I'm planning to stay at Hogwarts and apply for the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."
"Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Little Sirius turned around, lowered his glasses, and asked exaggeratedly, "Merlin's motorcycle, I don't recommend applying for that position, you don't know? Voldemort cursed it, and no one can hold it for more than a year..."
"You have to try anyway." Cassandra said.
"Wait a minute..." Harry suddenly asked suspiciously, "Motorcycle? Merlin has a motorcycle?"
"Of course not, it's just a way of expressing surprise," Little Sirius said indifferently, "If you take it seriously, you've lost, Harry... Like James used to say Merlin's antlers, do you think Merlin would have antlers?"
"I heard he was a natural Animagus who could transform into any shape," Cassandra suddenly said, "If he turned into a deer, he might really have antlers."
"Alright." Little Sirius thought about it and realized it could be true.
"By the way, Godfather." Harry said again, "I'm planning to go on vacation to White Island during the summer, do you want to come? I've invited the Weasley family, the Scamander family, the Granger family, and the Malfoy family, do you want to join us?"
"So lively?" Little Sirius was thrilled, truly thrilled.
He was naturally playful and boisterous, so how could he miss out on such fun?
So, he said, "No problem, let's go together—White Island huh, I've heard it's the most beautiful island in the United Kingdom, but I've never visited, this time I must see for myself, whether Muggles are just boasting or if White Island is really as beautiful as they say."