"After all, work is most important, Bigfoot." Miss Fari naturally called Sirius by his nickname.
Oh, Bigfoot.
Harry and Cassandra exchanged a look and shared a knowing smile.
It seems like the Godfather and the new Godmother have their little quirks…
"Alright, I think we should be leaving too."
Harry cleared his throat, noticing that the gaze his Godfather directed at Miss Fari was practically glued to her.
His eyes seemed like they were about to fall onto her.
Not being a third wheel is one of his life principles.
After leaving the room, Harry and Cassandra returned to the living room.
Ron, who had been waiting in the living room, got up immediately and asked, very gossipingly, "So, how was it? I mean... did Miss Fari notice anything off?"
"Not really." Harry shrugged and said, "Don't worry, you guys did great, she didn't sense anything wrong—at least not now."
"What about later?" Draco asked suspiciously.
"We'll deal with that in the future." Harry smiled, "Miss Fari decided to renovate that room a bit, put some panels on the walls... after all, you know it's awkward facing all those Quidditch star posters."
It is indeed awkward. Ron and the others are still young and don't quite understand, but Harry absolutely doesn't allow it when he and Cassandra are getting to know each other better, for others, even if it's just posters, to be watching.
That feeling is just too weird, and Harry doesn't have a habit of exposing his privacy.
"That's a relief." Ron breathed a sigh of relief for Sirius.
Around four in the afternoon, Vivi finally arrived at the Black Family Mansion, fashionably late.
She didn't bring Miss Rozier; she came alone.
Long before Vivi arrived, Harry was waiting at the door, and as soon as Vivi got off the carriage, Harry immediately went forward to hug her.
"Long time no see, dear." He said.
"Long time no see." Vivi smiled while ruffling Harry's hair, "So, have you missed me during this time?"
"Of course, I have." Harry instinctively wrapped his arm around Vivi's slender waist, "I was just thinking, if you're not too busy, maybe we could visit Vienna every weekend to see you..."
"Of course, we can." Vivi ruffled Harry's hair again and then walked inside with him.
Every time Vivi arrived, Walburga would greet her loudly and energetically.
Vivi, in turn, greeted Walburga warmly and politely, which made Walburga feel even more proud.
During dinner, Sirius and Miss Fari finally returned to the mansion. They had spontaneously decided to visit a shop mentioned earlier.
Sirius couldn't stop praising Miss Fari's taste, constantly complimenting how wonderful those panels were.
"He's doomed." Draco whispered to Harry, "Look at my uncle now, it's obvious he's been ensnared by a woman—"
Harry glanced at Draco, thinking you might be boastful now, but your time will come when you'll be entangled too.
He had noticed signs over the past few days that Draco seemed to have a peculiar look in his eyes when he looked at Ginny.
But unfortunately, he had no evidence; otherwise, he'd definitely tease Draco about it.
After dinner, Vivi and three others sat together, seemingly having a little meeting.
Harry intended to join but was glared back by the quartet.
He found a seat as close as possible, straining his ears to catch what they were discussing.
Unfortunately, due to the distance, he could only vaguely hear Annie seemingly reporting something to Vivi,
Harry clearly noticed that during their conversation, they occasionally glanced in his direction.
Something was off, definitely very off…
His intuition told him they seemed to be discussing something dangerous.
Indeed, later that night, the four girls gathered in Harry's room.
Vivi sat slightly to the right in the center with a serious expression; Cassandra sat on another side, looking stern; Pabi and Annie flanked them, and even Pabi, who is usually carefree, wore a serious look this time.
The way they sat made it look like an ancient Roman Senate court hearing, not knowing better.
"What's going on, you all?" Harry asked somewhat guilty.
"I heard that certain someone has been enjoying infatuation and pursuit from other women during this time?" Cassandra took the lead, but her opening words dripped with sarcastic undertones, making the room feel more eerie.
"Is that so? Such a thing?" Harry righteously joined, "That person is utterly unscrupulous!"
"We're talking about you, Harry!" Pabi stated seriously, "Stop fooling around, stop interrupting! Come over here!"
Harry had no choice but to walk over and sat opposite the four of them.
"But you can't really blame Harry for this." Vivi sipped milk from her cup before speaking, "After all, with Harry being so excellent, we can't stop others from liking him, can we?"
Harry immediately broke into a cold sweat.
"But he seems to enjoy it." Cassandra added, shooting a glance at Annie, "Annie, what do you think?"
"I have nothing to say." Annie crossed her arms, giving Harry a cold smile.
Harry's heart skipped a beat.
Case cracked; turns out the spy is here!
Who would have thought, sweet and gentle Annie was the undercover agent for the other three girls! An undercover agent monitoring him!
Oh, it hurts, it really hurts!
Betrayed my trust in you, Annie!
"I admit I'm wrong." Harry sighed, raising his hands in surrender, "But I swear I really don't feel anything for them—"
"Is that so?" Cassandra squinted her eyes.
Harry put on a solemn face.
"I swear." He promised earnestly.
"Haha." Pabi let out a cold snort, "Well, let's see your sincerity then… Sisters, let's go together!"
Having said that, the four girls stood and slowly advanced toward Harry.
"What... what are you planning?!"
Harry watched in horror as the four women pressed on him step by step, swallowing hard.
"What do you think?" Vivi reached out, pinched Harry's chin, and snorted, "Of course, to teach you a lesson!"
...
The next morning, Harry didn't even feel tired.
The Magic Stone's effects were too strong, aligning with it allowed Harry to be unbeatable, initially, the four of them teamed up against Harry evenly, but with the Magic Stone's blessing, Harry seemed like a perpetual motion machine.
Vivi, the leading sister, had completely surrendered, it was the first time Harry saw Vivi cry.
Feeling refreshed, he stretched lazily, only to find the floor beneath his bed filled with gifts.
It seemed everyone he'd known had given him a gift, including those admirers back at Hogwarts.
Of course, there was also Mrs. Weasley's new sweater—not just him, but when he went out, he found everyone wearing new sweaters except for Fleur (who Mrs. Weasley didn't seem to want to waste one on) and Mrs. Weasley herself.
Mrs. Weasley was wearing a brand new Witch Hat, deep blue like the night sky, shimmering with star-like diamonds and an eye-catching gold necklace.
"Fred and George gave me this! Isn't it lovely?" She continued to boast to everyone else.
"We're becoming more grateful, Mum; we wash our own socks now." George said, while flamboyantly waving his hand, "Of course, we know Little Ronnie still needs Mum to wash his socks..."