Arrogant at First, Respectful Later-Laughable to Think Of

Great-grandfather?

Sirius glanced at the portrait in surprise, unaware of what his great-grandfather's sudden appearance in the portrait was intended to do.

Walburga was clearly surprised as well. Her grandfather... was indeed her grandfather, after all, according to seniority, she was Phineas Black's granddaughter.

Yes, you heard right, Walburga also had the surname Black before he married Orian Black.

Based on their relationship, the two should be cousins.

It has to be admitted that the relationships within Pure-blood families are so chaotic that even a small-time drama like "Yosuga no Sora" could be staged.

"Ha, isn't this my dear grandson!"

Upon seeing Sirius, Phineas dramatically spread his arms wide.

Judging from his expression, he didn't seem to be faking it at all; he genuinely liked Sirius very much.

"Oh, great-grandfather," Sirius said casually, still not quite understanding why his great-grandfather, who had always considered himself a disgrace to Black, would suddenly change his attitude.

Sirius was somewhat unaccustomed to suddenly becoming the eldest grandson of the Black family.

He was clearly distracted, because his heart had been pounding ever since he entered the room. He felt like he had forgotten something, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

What exactly did they forget?

Walburga dismissed her grandfather's sarcastic remarks, saying nonchalantly, "If we look at it from the perspective of how he annoys us, this beast has certainly accomplished something."

"Don't you dare say that about my dear grandson!" Phineas said, unusually serious. "Sirius is the pride of the Black family home! I'll be the first to disagree with anyone who says he's a disgrace to the Black!"

Not to mention Sirius himself, even Lupin looked up and re-examined Phineas.

Good heavens, does this guy ever have a change of heart?

Harry looked at Phineas with surprise, also wondering what had made the stubborn old man change his mind.

You should know that Phineas has a terrible temper.

"I really don't understand, what's wrong with you!" Walburga looked at his grandfather in disbelief. "Back then, you had your permission to expel Sirius, that rebellious son, from the family—and you truly believed he was a disgrace to Black. Why do you suddenly think he's your beloved grandson now?"

Phineas glanced at Walburga with a disdainful look in his eyes, which clearly said—Do I, Phineas Black, need to explain to others what I do in my life?

But considering the harmony of the family, Phineas cleared his throat and said to Walburga, "Walburga, I still suggest you be nicer to Sirius."

"What?!" Walburga exclaimed as if he had heard something ridiculous. "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Even if I die, die outside, jump off this cliff, I will never forgive this beast! I will never acknowledge this beast as my son again!"

Ron and Hermione exchanged a glance, feeling as if Mrs. Black had set some kind of grand goal.

"I suggest you wait a bit before you speak," Phineas said mysteriously. "Come here, I need to talk to you about something."

"Let them talk," Sirius shrugged. "We'll go inside and get you a room—don't think your boyfriends and girlfriends can share a room, I'm not some cool dad."

He looked nonchalant, and his eyes were clearly fixed on Harry and Cassandra as he spoke.

Cassandra pursed her lips, ignoring Sirius's sudden outburst.

"Is it related to this beast?" Walburga in the portrait asked to himself.

After they had all left, Phineas said mysteriously, "Do you know who Sirius's godson is?"

"Who is it?" Walburga scoffed. "Nothing more than that Potter Family kid's son, who claims to have defeated some Dark Lord —ha, in my opinion, he just got lucky... maybe he only did it with the help of others, didn't he?"

"No, do you know who he really is?" Phineas said softly. "You should know, Walburga, that when I was the Headmaster of Hogwarts, I also had a student named Harry Potter— "

You mean...?

Walburga suddenly stood up straight. "Is that the one my father always talked about? The legendary wizard he particularly admired, Harry Potter who wiped out the Ashwinder Party and suppressed the Goblin Rebellion?"

"Yes, that's him," Phineas said. "Actually, I only recently found out that this Harry Potter actually traveled through time from this period to a hundred years ago."

"You mean...?"

Walburga wasn't stupid; she immediately understood what Phineas meant.

"Didn't you say..." she covered her mouth.

Phineas nodded seriously at her, agreeing with her guess.

"You really mean..." Walburga clutched his own neck, feeling a little breathless.

The legendary wizard, Harry Potter? He just appeared right in front of me?

Oh my god, oh my god...

That was my father's idol...

His lifelong wish was to find Mr. Potter again...

It's said that even the Dark Lord, the "The Dark Lord," stole the title from Mr. Potter...

"Yes, he is Harry Potter," Phineas said with a smile and a nod.

"My God, that Mr. Potter..." Walburga clutched his collar, panting heavily, "He actually came to visit the Black family home! My God, the Black family home is honored! The entire Black family home will be honored by his arrival!"

"Furthermore, I know that both Septimus Malfoy's daughter Cassandra and Gellert Grindelwald's sister Verathea are interested in Mr. Potter." Phineas dropped another bombshell. "Just think about it, Grindelwald, who gave Dumbledore so many headaches, has a sister who's with Potter..."

"I want Kritcher to give him the best hospitality!" Walburga said in a deep voice.

"No, haven't you grasped the point yet?" Phineas said with exasperation. "Think about it, Walburga, don't you think you should change your attitude towards Sirius?"

"That unfilial son?" Walburga clearly didn't understand. "Why do you say that, grandfather?"

"Think about it!" Phineas roared. "Why would I say Sirius is the pride of the Black family home! Think about it! Who is your father's lifelong idol, the great man who wiped out the Ashwinder Party, the iron-fisted leader who suppressed the Goblin Rebellion, the legendary wizard from a hundred years ago, his Godfather now?"

Who is the Godfather?

Walburga murmured to herself, and suddenly she thought of Sirius.

Then, her face suddenly flushed red, and it turned a deep purplish-red.

Merlin's hair!

Merlin's High Priest!

Slytherin in Blood Mother Hell!

You mean to say that such an amazing person is actually my son's godson? And he has to call my son his Godfather?

Immediately afterwards, a loud roar echoed throughout the entire Black family home.

"Sirius Black! I hereby declare! You are my favorite son! Kritcher! Quickly, re-print my good son's name in the Black family home family tree! Be fast!"

After shouting those words, Walburga's face lit up with joy.

"I really didn't expect that Jesus would be a Merlin..."

Upon hearing Walburga's vulgar words, Phineas curled his lip but did not correct her or ask her to change her ways.

I understand, okay?

He was overjoyed when he learned that Harry Potter was Sirius's godson, let alone others.

Besides, this is something that brings honor to the entire Black family home...

What the hell is the Dark Lord?

Voldemort? Not familiar with him, thanks.

Walburga now felt as if his face was magnified infinitely in a limited space, like a bed that had been wet by a child.

Oh my god...

Sirius had only walked a few steps when he stopped, looking back at the portrait of his mother with a ghostly expression.

No, it's a despicable, shrewish Lady...

No, Mom?

What are you doing, you moth?

Every wizard in the world knows that you hate me to the core, and even went so far as to expel me from the Black family genealogy...

How come I've suddenly become your favorite son?

Don't you like Regulus the most?

You take pride in Regulus, believing that his following the Dark Lord is a great honor for the Black family home...

However, he had no idea what his mother was thinking.

Let alone working for the Dark Lord, even if Regulus became the Dark Lord, in Walburga's eyes, it probably wouldn't be as glorious as the honor Sirius brought her.

Hey, my son is the Dark Lord... no, my eldest son is the Godfather of a legendary wizard!

Kritcher downstairs looked puzzled, but still carried out his mistress's orders well.

Kritcher was quite old; he had served the Black family for centuries and had seen many things, but this was the first time he had experienced being removed from the family tree and then added back in.

However, as House Elf, he still diligently carried out his mistress's request.

He moved a stool over and added Sirius Black's name back to the family tree wall, even drawing his portrait and labeling it "November 3, 1959—".

Harry and the others followed Sirius, passing by his room.

Sirius's room door was open, seemingly having remained closed for a long time. The interior remained exactly as it had been, unchanged since he left home at the age of sixteen.

"This is my room." Sirius hadn't quite grasped what was going on yet. "Look, it's the same as when I left home—"

"Oh, I really didn't expect you to have such a hobby," Cassandra said suddenly, her gaze fixed on the inner part of the room. "Don't let it corrupt your godson, I'm telling you."

Sirius, upon hearing Cassandra's words, suddenly understood what was going on.

Depend on!

I completely forgot about this important matter...

I was wondering why I always felt like I'd forgotten something.

"These are all the result of my youthful ignorance." Sirius pushed Harry away. "I think we should remove them, but... I used Permanent Sticking Charm on them, and it seems that won't work..."

Harry craned his neck to look inside and, sure enough, saw some posters of bikini-clad women next to Sirius's bed.

Cough cough...

It's really sexy, all those long-legged beauties are just too much. It's no surprise that Sirius has this kind of aesthetic sense.

It should be said that Harry also likes this kind of thing.

This is purely a man's instinct, isn't it?

"Wow!" Ron exclaimed, then let out a soft "oh chop".

It looks like he was pinched by Hermione.

Ha, you still dare to look at posters of bikini-clad girls while I'm right here?

"I thought you didn't like women," Lupin joked with a laugh. "Turns out you have this kind of taste too—it seems we have similar aesthetics, both liking young and energetic girls like this."

"Men are all the same." Sirius wasn't embarrassed anymore; everyone had already seen them anyway...

It's just a dark history, and besides, it's human nature to like pursuing beauty.

"Let's go in and take a look," he said, gesturing to everyone.

"Oh? Really?" Pabbie suddenly floated up and circled Harry once. "You too, Harry?"

Harry coughed twice, pretending his throat was sore, and reached up to stroke the skin on his neck.

"Of course he likes it," Cassandra's voice rang out. "Look at Grindelwald's physique, isn't it the standard... oh, lewd physique? And you, Sweeting, I really should suggest that Mr. LeMay shrink you a bit when he remodels your body."

"You're jealous," Pabbie said, squinting.

Her words made Cassandra both wary and defensive.

"Jealous of you? Don't be ridiculous!" Cassandra said, arms crossed. "You wretched donkey..."

"Hehehe." Pabbie hid behind Harry, sticking his tongue out at Cassandra through Harry: "You're just jealous of me, plain and ordinary Cassandra— "

After saying that, she floated away.

Seeing Cassandra's face grow colder and colder as she chased after him, Harry quickly ran to the door, reached out and pressed Cassandra hand down, saying, "It's okay, actually I really like it..."

Two suspicious blushes suddenly rose on Cassandra's icy face. She quickly withdrew her hand, turned her head, and said, "Ha, what do you like, Potter? Do you like this donkey's lewd body?"

Harry glanced around and saw that everyone in the room was chatting and hadn't noticed what was happening here. He then took Cassandra's hand and said, "Of course I like your figure, Cass— "

As soon as he finished speaking, Harry felt a lightness in his body.

Immediately afterwards, he Leviosa in the air.

"Shameless!"

Cassandra cursed angrily and turned to go inside.

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