Vivi's eyebrows twitched uncontrollably.
She knew about this, as Lily always enjoyed sharing her daily life with her — including the fact that she was raising three boys — James, Harry, and Little Sirius.
Men, you see, are forever young at heart.
Once, Lily furiously shared with Vivi how Little Sirius had bought Harry a mini flying broom, and Harry had zoomed around the house on it.
"Harry is so young, what if something happens?"
Vivi also imagined the scene of a miniature boyfriend riding a little flying broom, and couldn't help but chuckle.
Number eleven Grimmauld Square was also purchased with money from the Weasley twins, but the Weasleys still couldn't bear to leave their Humble Abode.
"Our home is nice, why spend this money?" said Mrs. Weasley, but she couldn't hide her pride.
Not because they moved into such a luxurious house, but purely because she was touched and proud of her sons' filial piety.
Despite the Weasley twins' persistent urging, the Weasleys moved into this detached villa, but they still lived together as a big family.
"I think we should divide the living areas and spaces," said George, sitting next to his girlfriend Angelina Johnson — a former Quidditch team member.
"Yes, even though we won't move out, we should still have our own space," Percy echoed, raising his hand.
Ron didn't mind much, as Hermione's parents had already bought number ten next door as a gift for Hermione.
Truly wealthy folks driving Bentleys...
The day before Christmas break ended, Harry received an invitation from Imelda — the class reunion was set for March 12th, and they hoped everyone could attend.
"If no one disagrees, let's all go together," Harry said, putting away the envelope.
"I have no objections," said Cassandra.
After Little Sirius took office, the Ministry of Magic set up a Flue Network from the hearth at the London Ministry of Magic, allowing quick travel to Hogwarts — though it only opened after each year's Christmas break, not during regular times.
This spared them the trouble of another train ride.
They arrived at the Ministry of Magic in a temporarily set-up room.
Inside were many familiar faces, including Hufflepuff's Hanna Abbo.
"Are we planning to reopen the Dueling House this year?" Hanna asked.
"It's not impossible," Harry nodded, "but it will have to wait until time permits — oh, looks like it's your turn, Hanna."
It took Hanna a moment to realize, and she quickly followed suit.
After Hanna, it was Harry's turn.
After bidding farewell to Cassandra — and having to endure another hug from Mrs. Weasley — Harry stepped into the green flame and shouted, "Hogwarts!"
The last thing he glimpsed was Cassandra's pretty face — before he could take a closer look, he was engulfed in flames.
During the high-speed spinning, he vaguely saw some wizard rooms, but they all flashed by before he could make them out.
Then he slowed down and came to a proper stop in Professor McGonagall's fireplace.
As he climbed out, the working professor barely lifted her head.
"Good evening, Potter. Try not to get too much ash on the carpet."
"I won't, Professor," Harry adjusted his glasses, smoothed his hair, and Ron appeared spinning as well.
"I still don't like this way very much," Ron coughed twice, "see, I've got soot all over, have to go back and clean up."
"I thought I mentioned, Weasley," Professor McGonagall finally raised her head, looking stern, "Don't shake off too much dust on the rug, if you want to shake it off, I'd suggest doing it outside."
Ron, hearing this, muttered an apology and hurriedly left the office.
Next, Ginny appeared in the fireplace.
"Let's go," said Harry, after Ginny greeted Professor McGonagall, beckoning Ginny to leave with him.
When they reached the entrance to the Gryffindor Common Room, Ron noticed that it wasn't Lady Pang's portrait guarding the door, but the Sphinx.
"Hi, Sphinx," Ron asked curiously, "Where's Lady Pang? If I'm not mistaken, it should be her turn to guard now?"
"It seems she had quite the party during Christmas," the Sphinx chuckled elegantly. "She and her friend Violet drank all the wine in the painting of the drunken monks next to the Spell Class corridor, and she's still a bit tipsy, so she asked me to temporarily guard the entrance to the Gryffindor Common Room."
"You're really generous," Ron nodded, though for some reason, he had a sense of foreboding.
The Sphinx laughed.
"So, are you ready for my riddle?"
Finally, Ron realized where his feeling of foreboding came from — with the Sphinx guarding, it meant he'd have to solve a riddle to enter the Common Room.
But at this point, he could only try.
Bracing himself, he said, "Bring it on!"
"Listen up —" the Sphinx cleared its throat, "'What question can you never answer Yes to?' "
"Are you dead?" Ron guessed tentatively.
"No," Ginny interrupted Ron, "If you asked a ghost, they could say 'Yes' — I think the answer should be 'Are you asleep?'."
"Very precise!" The Sphinx laughed more happily, applauding Ginny, "Clever little witch — if I could award points, I'd surely give Gryffindor some."
"But you can't, sir," Ginny said.
The Sphinx laughed heartily, stepped aside, and opened an entrance.
When they entered the Common Room, they saw Hermione inside peeling grapefruits.
Upon seeing them, Hermione offered each of them a piece.
"Try some, especially you, Ron," Hermione said to Ron, "Eating more grapefruit is good for you — remember when you had a toothache? It was because you ate too little grapefruit, eating more can reduce your chances of an inflammatory response."
"Really?" Ron suspiciously eyed the grapefruit, then Hermione, he felt Hermione was tricking him, but he had no proof.
Still, grapefruit... a bit bitter, but quite tasty.
As he put the grapefruit in his mouth, hmm... not bad.
"Any news?" Hermione asked, putting away the grapefruit.
"Not much news," Ginny sat beside Hermione with her piece of grapefruit, "Just heard that Lady Pang drank some wine, so the Sphinx is guarding the door —"
"Yes, a cask of 500-year-old wine," Hermione said, rubbing her forehead, "I really don't know how these portraits manage to get themselves drunk, it's quite magical, isn't it?"
At that moment, Dean Thomas approached, with a cautious expression.
Seeing him, the initially smiling Weasley siblings suddenly had dark expressions on their faces.
Ron's face darkened because this rascal had his eye on his little sister again!
And Ginny's expression soured because she had already broken up with Dean Thomas, and his persistence felt rather like he was stalking her — though Thomas had been the one at fault, hadn't he?