The Womanizing Potter

The biggest problem between Sirius and Miss Farley is their age difference. After all, they are both equally capable and have similar backgrounds. Sirius is the Head of Department of the International Relations Department at the Ministry of Magic, while Miss Farley is the Secretary to the Minister of Greater German Ministry of Magic. As for their looks... one is handsome and the other is beautiful, a perfect match, and no one else has a say in their relationship—especially that pink toad.

However, the age difference is not a problem. If you really think about it, Veratia and Cassandra are more than a hundred years older Harry.

Now it all depends on whether Sirius can overcome that mental hurdle.

That evening, after taking a shower, Veratia sat on the bed, smoothing her hair, and asked Harry, "How did your talk with the Godfather go tonight? Has he decided to accept Miss Farley?"

"I don't think it's a big problem," Harry recounted the events of the evening.

"Yes, I will also talk to Miss Farley about this." Veratia tossed her long, golden hair, which was as smooth as silk, and said with a smile, "Professor Hoot once taught me an old saying about Ceres, which is 'a woman pursuing a man is like piercing a thin veil.' I believe that the two of them will get together."

"It's hard to say," Harry said somewhat pessimistically, meeting Veratia's puzzled gaze. "Think about it, the Godfather is a man who can't stand being alone. How could he possibly give up an entire forest for Miss Farley, this little tree?"

"Oh, can anyone be more of a womanizer than you?" Veratia reached out and scratched Harry's chin.

"Ha, you still have the nerve to talk about Potter?" Cassandra spoke up from behind her. "Don't you even think about which shameless philanderer has been stealing our partners day after day? She's completely disgraced Germany!"

"I'm just chasing love, Cass," Veratia said, turning back to him. "Love is selfish, and I admit I've fallen for the person you've set my sights on, but there's nothing shameful about it."

"Yes, because Potter helped you that day," Cassandra said mockingly, "But that philandering cat has no recollection of the help I gave her afterward."

Veratia suddenly stood up and pinned Cassandra against the wall.

She was slightly taller than Cassandra, giving them a commanding position.

"I can repay you now, Cass," Veratia said, staring at Cassandra's thin, translucent pink lips.

"No, Grindelwald." Cassandra turned her head, trying not to look at Veratia. "You should save your thanks for Harry!"

When Pabbie woke up the next morning, she enthusiastically called on everyone to decorate the house for Christmas Eve.

After breakfast, everyone else was busy decorating for Christmas in the morning.

Harry couldn't recall Sirius ever being in such a good mood; he actually started singing Christmas carols, which sounded cheerful and bright.

"Why is he so happy?" Harry asked Veratia.

"Oh, because I sent Gemma to find him," Veratia said with a smile in a low voice. "Judging from their current state, they seem to be doing well."

"I have a feeling she's up to something," Cassandra whispered to Pabbie nearby. "The way she's going to such lengths to bring Mr. Godfather and Miss Farley together, there must be something... Oh, I've got it!"

She gripped Pabbie's shoulders with both hands, forcefully shaking her to create a powerful wave of movement. "She definitely wants to control the entire British wizarding world by arranging a marriage between her secretary and the future Minister for Magic! That's it! I know her ambition better than anyone!"

Pabbie's gaze began to dazzle, swayed by Cassandra's presence.

"It can't be that bad, can it?" she asked, forcing herself to stay alert.

"Ha, I've never hesitated to assume the worst of Grindelwald, that wicked woman!" Cassandra's eyes gleamed. "You see, that's definitely her intention, and fool Potter thinks it's out of filial piety... Ha! How naive!"

"I think you're going a bit to extremes, Cass," Pabbie said with some concern. "How could Veratia be such a bad woman? I think she's quite nice."

"Heh." Cassandra curled her lip. "Think what you want. Anyway, what happens to the British wizarding world has nothing to do with me. Don't wait until the British wizarding world is incorporated into Greater Germany before you regret it."

"Then I think we should have changed the name of the Magical World back then." Pabbie still found it quite amusing. "Think about it, Veratia's Magical World is named after the present-day German region, so if it absorbed the French Ministry of Magic..."

"It'll be called the Frankish Ministry of Magic," Cassandra quickly replied. "I do have some basic knowledge of history."

"Yes," Pabbie continued, "Then, annex the Spain and Portugal Ministry of Magic ..."

"Rebuild the Roman Empire?" Cassandra raised an eyebrow.

"Hmm... if we don't include the Britain region, it should be called the Byzantine Ministry of Magic?" Pabbie asked.

"That was the Eastern Roman Empire!" Cassandra rolled her eyes, correcting Pabbie. "Byzantium was just the name of Constantinople's colony during the Greece era, and the term 'Byzantine Empire ' is an insulting name imposed on the Eastern Roman Empire by the evil Germans —would you call modern-day Britain the London Regime?"

Cassandra is absolutely right about this, because "Byzantine Empire" was never the official or informal name of the country, and its subjects never referred to themselves as "Byzants" or called the capital, New Rome, "Byzantium."

Until the 17th century, "Roman Empire" was the official name used by Western historians for this empire. In 1557, German historian Ronnie Wolff introduced the term "Byzantine Empire" in his compilation of "Manuscripts of Byzantine Historians" to distinguish between classical Greece texts from the Rome era and Greece texts from the medieval Byzantine Empire.

"That makes sense." Pabbie thought for a moment, then couldn't suppress his innate Britain talent. "But I would call a certain period of France the ' Vichy regime '."

This joke came from something Pabbie heard Veratia say one day when she was criticizing France.

Just then, Veratia, who was standing on a stool decorating the window, suddenly slipped off the stool and fell into Harry's arms.

"Shameless," Cassandra muttered under her breath.

There are two reasons: as an adult witch, Veratia should use Charms to decorate the house, rather than clumsily standing on a stool and decorating it herself like a Muggle woman.

Secondly, Cassandra knew that Veratia's talent in flying was second only to Harry's, and that such an agile and balanced woman would fall off the stool.

Are you kidding me! Cassandra would rather believe that ghosts don't exist!

Pabbie covered her mouth and chuckled softly.

The sky outside the window is getting whiter and whiter; it looks like it's about to snow.

As noon approached, the entire house was transformed. Holly bushes and gold and silver ribbons hung from the ceiling, and magically conjured snowflakes glittered on the luxurious and expensive Persia carpet. A large Christmas tree, brought by Sirius, blocked the family tree and was decorated with living Sprite. Even the Elf on the Entrance hall wall wore Santa Claus hats and beards.

"Isn't it hilarious?" Sirius said with a grin, putting his arm around Miss Farley's shoulder as he looked at the Santa hats on their heads.

Miss Farley's cheeks were flushed, as if she had drunk too much eggnog.

"I think Miss Farley's going to be promoted in rank," Harry whispered to Veratia. "Maybe one day Minister for Magic, you'll have to call her godmother when you see her?"

"When you're at work, you should address people by their job titles," Veratia replied with a smile, giving Harry no chance to tease her.

Incidentally, they also decorated Walburga's portrait with Christmas ornaments.

Walburga was initially reluctant, but after seeing that it was Veratia who was dressing her up, she readily accepted.

In her words, Miss Grindelwald was incredibly fortunate to have dressed up and painted her portrait!

The House Elf prepared a sumptuous Christmas Eve feast, and everyone gathered together, not talking about anything unpleasant, but happily chatting about interesting things.

After dinner, Harry sat in the Living Room for a while before returning to his room.

Squeak—

His door was opened, and the girls filed in.

"Tomorrow's the holiday!" Pabbie skipped up behind Harry, suddenly hugged him from behind, and asked, "What are you planning to give me?"

Harry really wanted to say, "Coach, that's a foul! You can't charge someone with the Bludger!" But this wasn't Quidditch Match, and in Quidditch Match you can charge someone with the ball—of course, Pabbie wasn't Chaser.

"I can't tell you in advance, Pabbie, that's the rule." Harry reached behind Pabbie and patted her waist.

"Okay." Pabbie let go of Harry's arm and then jumped up and down onto the huge bed.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, rolling around happily on the bed. "So comfortable, ah—"

Cassandra turned her face away, clearly showing her disgust.

Veratia, on the other hand, looked at Pabbie with a smile, appearing very fond of him.

"Oh, right," Veratia said to Harry, "I've already talked to Gemma about it, and she... well, she seems a little happy."

"I trust you to handle things," Harry nodded and said.

When Harry woke up the next morning, he found his room piled high with gifts.

There were many gifts, but they were all for him alone. Although the other three girls were all in his room, the gifts were delivered to their respective rooms.

First was Veratia's gift, a statue of a small boy riding Firebolt and holding a Princess crown.

This little statue instantly transported Harry back to Christmas 1888.

It was around that time that he first met Veratia and helped her out of a difficult situation.

Harry chuckled and noticed that the statue was baring its teeth in response, looking rather comical.

He loved the gift and placed it in the most prominent spot on his bedside table.

Then came Cassandra's gift—another robe. He couldn't resist leaning in to smell it; it was filled with Cassandra's delicate fragrance.

Well, no need to think about it, it's secondhand clothes again.

They're all marinated to perfection.

He put the clothes on the bed and opened Pabbie's gift.

Pabbie's gift was a copy of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" that she helped revise, and a Unicorn tail hair, which she probably produced herself.

"Pretty good," Harry smiled and put the gift aside.

Anne's gift was a cardigan she had knitted herself to wear with the shirt underneath her school uniform. It didn't have the "H" letter Mrs. Weasley would knit, but the gold and red color scheme was classic and pure Gryffindor.

Sirius and Lupin gave Harry a beautiful set of books. "How to Become a True Seeker," which included colorful animated illustrations of various feints, especially the "Wronski Feint," which was illustrated with Viktor.

Harry flipped through the book and seemed quite pleased with the gift.

Despite his talent in Seeker, it's still far from enough.

Harry is quite modest in this regard, believing that one should never stop learning.

Hagrid gave him a fur wallet with sharp teeth, presumably for security, but Harry thought there was a chance his fingers would be bitten off if he put money in it.

This wallet... well, it looks quite interesting. I wonder if if this wallet were enlarged and thrown, it would have a similar effect to Chinese chomping cabbage?

I definitely want to try it when I have the chance!

Hermione's gift was a small model of Firebolt, which Harry watched fly around the room and was extremely pleased with.

Ron gave him a big box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, while the Mr. and Mrs. Weasley ' gifts were hand-knitted sweaters and meat pies with a big "H" drawn on them.

It's worth noting that this time, not only does Harry have one, but also Veratia, Cassandra, Pabbie, Anne, and even Sirius has one.

Kritcher sent a very ugly drawing, which Harry suspected was drawn by the old Elf himself.

He opened all the gifts and looked at them, then sorted them into categories. He heard Sirius singing "God bless you, happy Animagus" outside the door, and walking downstairs with a clattering sound behind him.

It sounds like the sound of Miss Farley's high heels.

Oh, no wonder Sirius is so happy.

"Unwrapping presents?" Veratia asked with a grin, jutting her head over Harry's shoulder.

"Yes." Harry nodded, taking out the sweater that belonged to Veratia: "Here, this is for you, Mrs. Weasley —V stands for you, Vivi..."

"What a beautiful sweater!" Veratia looked at the sweater with satisfaction. "Did Mrs. Weasley knit it herself? I love it."

"Of course," Harry said with a smile. "When I was in my first year, I was quite surprised when I received a sweater from Mrs. Weasley for the first time—but ever since then, Mrs. Weasley has knitted me the same sweater every year."

(End of this chapter)