"It's getting late." Ginny glanced at the time and said, "We have to get up early tomorrow, so let's tidy up quickly—otherwise, Mom will say something to you."
"Who are you? Our mom?" Fred and George said in unison.
Ginny sneered and stood up, heading toward her guest room.
"Sometimes I wonder..." Little Sirius stood behind Harry and said, "Should we buy the two villas next door as well? It would be convenient for everyone to live together, don't you think?"
"The two next door?" Harry scratched his chin and asked, "How do you plan to buy them? What if they don't accept?"
"They'll accept." Little Sirius laughed, patting Harry's shoulder.
Harry didn't know that this No. 12 Grimmauld Square was originally a townhouse owned by a handsome Muggle in London.
At some point later, an early member of the Black Clan coveted this beautiful house and managed to "convince" the original Muggle to leave, and used the corresponding spell—the Sword of Loyalty Spell—on the house.
Because this house cannot be discovered, the Muggle residents nearby have long been accustomed to the "ridiculous mistake" of No. 11 being right next to No. 13.
But Little Sirius seems not to plan on using "special means" like his ancestors, as the owner of No. 11 was already planning to sell the house, and as for No. 13...
No. 13 has been vacant for a long time.
By ten, the adults finally ended their conversation, reluctantly getting up and shooing away the children who were still up.
At night, while going to sleep, Harry mentioned the house purchase to Vivi.
"I'm thinking of buying No. 13. What do you think?" Vivi suggested, "We can't always stay at the Black family; the Godfather is about to marry Miss Fari, and it's about time we bought a house of our own. Do you agree?"
"Doesn't Nimongard Castle count?" Harry asked.
"That's the Grindelwald family, not the Potter family." Vivi said, rubbing Harry's head, "That's Gellert's house, so what does it have to do with me?"
"Alright, I'll follow your lead then." Harry nodded, saying, "No. 13 Grimmauld Square... After buying it, we'll need to clean it up and maybe do some renovations. I actually have a lot of design ideas for the new house..."
"I have some too!" Pabi chimed in, "How can any house design plan be complete without Pabi?"
"Oh, are you planning to add a stable to the house?" Cassandra's indifferent voice sounded behind her, "If so, I have a small suggestion—the stable should be built in the yard, not inside the house..."
"Vivi!" Pabi complained, refusing to relent, "Look at her! How could she!"
Vivi glanced helplessly at Cassandra, "Alright, Kathy, don't joke like that—you are a grown-up now."
"And you think you're someone?" Cassandra crossed her arms and snorted, "My mom, huh?"
The result of such a remark was getting one's mouth silenced and body bound by Vivi's spell.
Pabi clapped her hands gleefully from the side, cheering—capturing Cassandra alive is indeed satisfying!
They laughed and joked until midnight before reluctantly going to sleep.
The next day, Cassandra still remembered the grudge of being tied up by Vivi.
"Alright, don't be mad anymore," Vivi hugged Cassandra's waist from behind, whispering in her ear, "Who asked you to say those things last night? I had to deal with you on behalf of Pabi, right?"
"Ha." Cassandra curled her lip, too lazy to bother with Vivi.
Half an hour later, the two emerged from the washroom one after the other, with Cassandra carrying a suspicious blush on her face.
"Is it sorted?" Harry asked Vivi quietly.
"Of course." Vivi flashed a proud smile, "With me around, there won't be any problems."
The day before a wedding should be tense, but except for Little Sirius and Miss Fari, everyone else was quite relaxed.
After all, it wasn't their wedding.
"One more day," Vivi counted on her fingers, "One more day and Jemma will change from 'Miss Fari' to 'Mrs. Black'..."
"Are you also looking forward to becoming 'Mrs. Potter'?" Cassandra teased from the side.
"Aren't you looking forward to it?" Vivi asked back in surprise.
Cassandra pouted, not answering.
Even if she is looking forward to it, what good is it? Isn't she still being meddled with by a certain cheating cat?
But now Cassandra had transitioned from the anger of fifth grade to the current helplessness.
Since she couldn't change Harry's mind, she might as well leave it at that.
Another night passed, and finally Little Sirius's wedding day arrived.
Harry had always been curious about where Little Sirius's wedding would take place—when the day finally came, he learned it was to be held at Hogwarts.
It was a wedding destined to be recorded in 'Hogwarts: A History'.
In the morning, they arrived at Hogwarts via the Door Key.
They were greeted by a cheerful Hagrid and a sullen-looking Professor Snape.
It's hard to imagine why Dumbledore arranged it this way; perhaps he had a touch of humor himself?
Just think about it—Hagrid and Snape together as greeters... Hmm... there's definitely a sense of contrast.
At this time, Professor McGonagall also wore a brand new outfit, her expression no longer as stern as in the past, but instead smiling. When she saw Little Sirius, whom she had always been pleased with, she patted his shoulder encouragingly.