In the afternoon, Little Sirius brought Miss Fari and Percy back to 12 Grimmauld Square.
The reason for bringing Miss Fari naturally requires no explanation, and the reason for bringing Percy isn't just because he's his secretary, but also because the Weasley family is currently celebrating Christmas at 12 Grimmauld Square.
"Merry Christmas, Mom! Dad!"
As soon as Percy walked into the house, he wished his mom and dad a happy holiday—only to be quickly hugged by his mom.
As the one whom the older generation believes to be "most promising," Percy has always been the pride of his mom and dad—although he made mistakes a few years back, he has since reformed.
The saying goes, knowing one's mistakes and correcting them is the greatest virtue, and that's precisely the case here.
Even setting aside the views of the older generation, Percy is currently indeed the most promising one, after all, he was the Chief Secretary to the Minister of Magic for two years, and has now been promoted—Percy is now the director of the International Relations Cooperation Department, which was once Little Sirius's position.
Just think about it, a director in his early twenties, truly with a bright future ahead.
Bill also stood up, as the elder brother of the family, he flashed a mischievous smile at Percy and opened his arms.
Percy walked over and hugged Bill.
"They all say you're not quite like a Weasley, but I think you're utterly a Weasley." Bill patted Percy's back and said.
Next was Charlie.
He's not busy with work recently, so he could return to the United Kingdom to celebrate Christmas with the family this year—instead of raising dragons alone in Romania.
A year or two is manageable, but that's nowhere near as joyful as spending time with family.
Afterwards, it was the turn of the two twin brothers.
"Yo, isn't this our esteemed Director?" the Weasley twins said with a peculiar chuckle, the sarcastic tone bringing a chill to the room: "Look, he doesn't even have time to attend his brothers' shop opening ceremony—such a big shot, isn't he?"
"Hey, you two!" Percy clenched his fist.
"You're no longer the big-head boy at Hogwarts." George pulled a face at him, "We're not Gryffindor students either, so you better not try to manage us."
"If you need assistance, Percy," Little Sirius suddenly said: "I could have you transferred to the Magic Law Enforcement Department, then you could peruse the laws to see if they really violated any."
"That's too sly!" Fred and George protested in unison: "This is cronyism!"
"Haha." Percy laughed wickedly and hugged his twin brothers.
Then, two notes appeared on his back.
The left one said "I am", the right one said "a fool".
Evidently, no matter how high Percy might climb in the future, being pranked by the two brothers would be unavoidable.
Little Sirius pulled Miss Fari onto the sofa next to Harry.
And Cassandra rose from Harry's other side and sat next to Miss Fari, the two happily exchanging words.
"So, are you nervous?" Harry asked Little Sirius, "You're about to get married soon."
"What do I have to be nervous about?" Little Sirius gave Harry a bewildered look: "You think I'm the type to shy away?"
"Oh, I wasn't referring to that." Harry grinned mischievously, "I was talking about those Muggle girl posters in your bedroom—"
Little Sirius instantly froze.
Ah, damn!
How could he have forgotten about that?!
His room was plastered with posters of Muggle girls, various bikini-clad beauties, highly sensual.
The biggest issue isn't the posters themselves, as they can be taken down if they were stuck on, but the problem is that, back in the day, Little Sirius used a Permanent Stick Spell to affix them as an act of rebellion against his family.
That's a damn big problem.
"You see." Harry gleefully said to his godfather, "Now, this is the prime matter you need to resolve. I wouldn't want my future godmother entering the room only to be greeted first by these scantily clad posters."
Little Sirius was now flustered, truly flustered.
This damn situation was super embarrassing.
Though he wasn't particularly fond of those Muggle girls, he stuck them up back then just to show a bit of rebellious spirit.
But women clearly aren't creatures of logic.
"You've got to help me, Harry." Little Sirius said resolutely, "Jemma mustn't see them, if she does, she might... mock me."
Indeed, as a true Slytherin girl, Miss Fari might not be jealous over a few Muggle girls—but she'd certainly have no issue using this against Little Sirius for life.
"You haven't tried Finite, have you?" Harry inquired.
"It's a Permanent Stick Spell!" Little Sirius whispered, "Finite doesn't work—"
"Or tear down the wall." Harry offered another unfeasible suggestion.
Little Sirius suddenly looked at Harry as if he was an idiot.
You're planning to tear down your house's load-bearing wall, aren't you?
"I'll go ask the twins." Harry stood up, suppressing his laughter, and walked over to Fred and George.
"Guys." Harry glanced up at Miss Fari, seeing her still joyfully chatting with Cassandra, and continued to lower his voice: "I need your help—"