Hearing Sirius's words, Harley nodded. Her lips curled upward without the slightest attempt to hide it, and a smile spread across her face.
At the same time, the corner of her eye caught Sirius straightening his back.
Forgive the Demoness for a little bit of scheming, godfather, Harley thought cheerfully.
Influencing other people's thoughts by reading their emotions and carefully controlling her own expressions was often much more effective than simply speaking directly.
After making his decision, Sirius received Harley's positive reaction, which naturally made him very happy.
He wanted to celebrate his good decision with another glass of Firewhisky.
But when he reached for the bottle, he suddenly realized that both bottles on the table were empty.
Sirius froze for two seconds, then looked up at Harley and down at the bottle in his hand.
When his gaze returned to Harley, he witnessed her downing the Firewhisky in her glass in one go.
Sirius drew in a sharp breath. He suddenly realized that Harley was truly beyond his expectations.
"Madam Rosmerta, two more bottles of Firewhisky!" Sirius called out loudly, still not satisfied.
That afternoon, Sirius used a Portkey made by Professor Dumbledore to travel to Diagon Alley.
He needed to buy a suitable wand from Ollivander first. Otherwise, Sirius suspected he might not even be able to open the front door of the Black family home.
After all, Sirius had been disowned by House of Black for so long. Although he had inherited the estate in the magical sense, many of its enchantments would still affect him.
Sirius's great-great-grandfather had kept insisting that Sirius's old mother had placed special magic on Number 12 Grimmauld Place, intending to keep Sirius out forever.
Although Sirius was very confident in his Wandless Magic, having a wand would be safer when