Is There Anyone More Annoying Than Headmaster Black?

Voldemort is not easy to find. The America is so big that if Voldemort is really determined to hide, no one will be able to find him.

As god of death said, the most urgent task now is to bring Pabbie back to life as soon as possible.

Mr. LeMay's Charms is only a backup option for now, since it doesn't sound like white magic.

Have you ever seen anyone whose white magic is made with the bones of their father, the flesh of their servant, and the blood of their enemy?

Did you think they were going to handcraft the Heart of Azeroth?

However, in addition to these three things, we also need to prepare some medicinal herbs to brew a Potions to catalyze the resurrection.

Brewing Potions also takes time. Mr. LeMay has all the materials in his collection, but it will take nearly half a year before they can be used normally.

So they had no choice but to leave temporarily and wait for Mr. LeMay to finish brewing his Potions.

God of death did not stay at Hogwarts; she had her own things to do and would only return there occasionally.

Lately, the conflict between Sirius and Professor Snape has been escalating. When they meet, they look at each other with mutual loathing, and it seems like they're about to curse each other in the face.

Sirius considered himself a mature person, so he did not make the first move—even though his mental age was only in his early twenties.

As for Snape... Snape is cunning; he's just waiting for Sirius to make the first move so he'll have a legitimate reason to "teach Sirius a lesson."

So the two remained deadlocked, much to the frustration of the students who wanted to watch the drama unfold.

You two should just start fighting already! You're Undead by just staring at each other like this!

However, as adults, Snape and Sirius would never fight in front of the students.

The impact was too terrible, that's all I can say.

It seems like just yesterday that December arrived.

This winter isn't considered cold; it's at least much warmer than last year.

As early as the beginning of December, the school was already bustling with activity: Professor Flitwick was still in charge of decorating the Great Hall, waving his wand as he moved around the Great Hall to set things up; Hagrid was still in charge of bringing back some Christmas trees, intending to decorate the school with a festive atmosphere.

"I've never understood why wizards celebrate Christmas."

Harry looked at the Great Hall, which was filled with a festive atmosphere, and said to Cassandra sitting next to him.

At Hogwarts a hundred years ago, Christmas had only been popular for a short time—it was a tradition that had lasted for less than ten years.

Harry had heard about it, but he hadn't looked into it in detail.

Veratia is currently not at Hogwarts, reportedly busy with her graduation defense, which has given Harry an opportunity.

When he had nothing else to do, he would find some excuse to call Cassandra out for a chat.

Cassandra naturally wouldn't refuse Harry's invitation; in fact, she was quite pleased because Harry gave her a pair of white gloves.

"You should know, Potter," Cassandra said casually, fiddling with her fingers. "Wizards don't actually Christmas. It's just that in previous years—the years before you enrolled—it was to cater to the students in the Muggle world. After you left, Headmaster Black even considered canceling the holiday."

"It seems he didn't succeed," Harry said.

"Oh, if he's not afraid of being ambushed and cursed by the students." Cassandra raised an eyebrow. "But it doesn't really make a difference, I mean, he's the most unpopular Headmaster in Hogwarts history anyway."

"I think Black Sirius is much more likable than him," Harry said.

Cassandra lowered her hand and gave him a look that was hard to describe.

What did you say?

"You think your Godfather dog is more likable than him?" Cassandra sighed. "Potter, you really are... never mind."

"What's wrong?" Harry asked, puzzled. He didn't want any conflict between Cassandra and his Godfather.

"It's nothing," Cassandra shook her head and said, "You're right, your Godfather is indeed much better than Headmaster Black."

As she said this, Cassandra was thinking about when Sirius had barked at her and Veratia earlier.

Oh...

The Black family home are all birds of a feather.

However, for Potter's sake, Cassandra decided not to bother with the Black Dog.

Harry looked at Cassandra suspiciously; he couldn't help but feel that there was something more to Cassandra's words.

However, Harry automatically ignored the title "Godfather Dog," since Cassandra was always sarcastic and he was already used to it.

If Cassandra were to say something gentle, Harry would feel uncomfortable.

At the Faculty Table, Sirius stared at Harry, who was sitting with the "Slytherin woman," biting the tablecloth on the table with an extremely distressed look in his eyes.

Prongs!

I'm so sorry!

Snape, who was standing nearby, noticed Sirius's strange behavior. He pretended to eat casually, but his ears were perked up, ready to listen to any commotion.

"You should try to be more open-minded," Lupin said politely, cutting the food on his plate with his knife and fork. "Even if he's your godson, you shouldn't interfere too much in his choice of partner—even biological parents can become estranged from their children if they interfere too much in their partner selection, and you don't want that..."

"I just feel so bad for the Prongs!" Sirius said through gritted teeth, biting his napkin. "Good heavens, Harry's having an affair with Slytherin woman..."

He paused at this point.

"Two!" he gritted his teeth.

Snape's eyes narrowed slightly.

Oh~

It turns out that what this Black Dog hated most was his godson being with Slytherin woman.

Um...

Thinking of this, he revealed a bloodthirsty smile.

"You should be proud," Lupin comforted Sirius. "Think of it this way, Padfoot. If you look at it from another angle, isn't it also a testament to how your godson's charm won over two Slytherin girls?"

Don't tell.

If you look at things from a different perspective, you can actually find reasons to convince yourself.

"If that's the case..." Sirius's anger turned to joy, "Then I can at least give Prongs an explanation—at least when we die, we can proudly tell Prongs that we didn't corrupt Harry..."

No.

Lupin thought to himself, "You've been in Azkaban for so many years, and I've been wandering around outside. Harry really isn't someone we taught..."

"But then again," Lupin continued, "Christmas is coming up, and as far as I know, Harry doesn't want to Christmas it with his aunt and uncle. As his Godfather, aren't you going to invite him to celebrate with them?"

"Oh, right," Sirius said, suddenly realizing. "I'm Harry's Godfather... But, Moony, do you think Harry would accept spending Christmas with me? You know, I've been in Azkaban, so we're not really..."

"How can you not ask?" Lupin advised. "Relationships are built through interaction. If you don't take the first step, Harry will always remain distant from you."

"That's right." Sirius nodded and said, "Then it's decided. I'll go invite him in a bit."

Sirius has always been a man of action, just like when he went after Peter without hesitation. Even though he comes from the Slytherin family, being able to go whenever he wants has always been his motto.

After all, he was a Gryffindor, and recklessness was his motto.

After lunch, Sirius appeared on Harry's way back to his dormitory.

Cassandra had something to do and returned to the Common Room early, so Harry was with Ron and Hermione.

This is also why Sirius decided to show up quickly, because in front of that Slytherin woman, it's possible... no, it's certain that he wouldn't be able to successfully invite her.

Who knows if that woman will invite Harry to the Malfoy family?

Ha, Malfoy...

Harry, of course, saw Sirius and greeted him happily.

"Sirius, what are you doing here?"

"Harry," Sirius said to Harry after greeting Hermione Ron, "I need to talk to you about something. Would you mind coming with me for a moment?"

"Of course," Harry replied.

The two of them walked to the side, Sirius suddenly became a little awkward.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked with concern.

Sirius coughed twice and looked awkwardly at the ceiling above him. "You know, when you were born, your mother asked me to be your Godfather —even though wizards don't believe in Christianity, I still like the meaning of Godfather, so I agreed to her request."

"I know," Harry nodded, unsure of what Sirius was going to say.

"Ahem." Sirius coughed. "Of course, I understand if you still want to spend Christmas with your aunt and uncle's family, but if you want a Christmas different from usual... if you want a different home..."

Harry understood what the Godfather meant.

He asked, "You mean, with you?"

Sirius shrugged, his hands clasped nervously together, his fingers fidgeting. "It's just an idea. If you don't want to, I can understand..."

Harry smiled.

"How could that be?" he said to Sirius. "Of course I'd like a different kind of home—I'd love to spend Christmas with you..."

Sirius was stunned.

Then he asked excitedly, "Really? Are you telling the truth?"

"Of course it's true," Harry replied with a smile, "But we should also invite Veratia and Cassandra, after all, the two of them..."

"I understand." Sirius patted Harry's arm. "I have high hopes for you, Harry —go ahead and pursue them without hesitation..."

It's clear that Sirius is somewhat delirious with joy, even going so far as to say something insane like telling his godson to pursue two women at the same time...

But Sirius was serious—he had thought it through. Since he was going to be with the Slytherin women, he wouldn't miss any of them. As the saying goes, only children make choices; he wanted them all!

If Jaime only had one Slytherin beauty, James would think the kid was crazy, but if he had two... James would probably be overjoyed, right?

Harry glanced at Sirius, but ultimately remained silent.

This Godfather...

They no longer care much about worldly opinions.

But it doesn't really matter, since this is his ultimate goal after all.

"The Christmas holidays are almost here," Sirius said again. "If you'd like to spend Christmas with me, we can go to Black family home, which is at Grimmauld Place, Number 12."

At this point, Sirius hesitated.

"What's wrong, Sirius?" Harry noticed Sirius's hesitation and asked with concern.

"Nothing, I just suddenly thought of my mother," Sirius said casually. "You should know my great-grandfather, right? Headmaster Black?"

"Yes I know."

As Harry answered, he was thinking to himself, "I not only know your grandfather, I'm even quite familiar with him."

"His reputation at school..." He thought for a moment and then changed to a milder word, "Not very good."

"That's true," Sirius commented, adding, "The man you know is only a tenth as annoying as my mother. She's a rather difficult old woman to deal with."

"No way!" Harry exclaimed, clicking his tongue. "Is there anyone in the world more annoying than Headmaster Black?"

"Believe me, yes." Sirius put his hand on Harry's shoulder. "And almost all of them are Black..."

"Is it really okay for you to talk about your own family like that?" Harry looked at Sirius with a troubled expression.

"Oh, I've already been expelled from the Black family home," Sirius said nonchalantly. "My family has always adhered to the idea of Pure-blood Supremacy, and they've taken it to the extreme—you should know what Pure-blood enthusiasts are like, they're practically insane."

"Later, when I was kicked out by them and homeless, James took me in, as did your grandparents. They treated me like their own son."

As he spoke of this, Sirius's eyes were filled with nostalgia.

"Yes, those days are truly memorable, but they also angered my family, so they removed me from the family genealogy..."

"I'm sorry, Sirius." Harry hadn't expected to bring up Sirius's sad story.

"There's nothing to apologize for, Harry," Sirius said with a smile. "After all these years, I'm really indifferent to Harry —I don't want to stay in that crazy family for even a second longer; it just drives me crazy."

"I can see that," Harry echoed Sirius's sentiment. "Then it's settled. I'll go back to Grimmauld Place, Number 12 with you for Christmas during the holidays—oh, and maybe we could invite Hermione and Ron Christmas too, so everyone can have a good time together. What do you think?"

"Of course it's great!" Sirius replied happily.

But they didn't know that Grimmauld Place, Number 12 had been rented by Voldemort's remnant soul for almost a year.

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