Little Sirius is someone who loves excitement, probably because he spent too long in Azkaban, which indeed is far too lonely.
Perhaps only in lively places can he gradually forget the traumas of Azkaban.
"I've prepared the potion you need."
At some point, Professor Snape was already behind them.
Little Sirius turned his head to meet Snape's emotionless dark eyes.
"Thank you, Severus, you've been a great help." He thanked him sincerely.
"Hmph." Snape sneered disdainfully, "Send someone to fetch it as soon as possible, it's in the school's — Madam Pomfrey's hospital wing."
"Alright." For once, Little Sirius refrained from mocking Professor Snape, probably because he had a favor to ask.
After Professor Snape drifted away, Harry curiously asked, "What did you ask Professor Snape to get for you?"
"Of course, it's the Wolf Poison Potion." Little Sirius looked at Harry in surprise, "Don't tell me Severus hasn't mentioned it to you? You know, very few people can successfully brew the Wolf Poison Potion, and Severus is one of them — although he always likes to add some strange flavors to it, but I believe the werewolves still welcome those flavors."
"Let me remind you, Little Sirius," Snape's voice appeared again, "Although werewolves look a lot like dogs, they are not the same species as you, they have no special obsession with excrement —"
Little Sirius's fingers twitched twice, but he restrained the urge for a retort.
The world is so wonderful, yet I'm so irritable, this is not good, not good...
As the Minister of Magic, I can't be petty with a Hogwarts professor like Snape, right?
And Snape chose once again to strike briefly and leave; seeing Little Sirius not take the bait, he gracefully turned to depart.
"I think he did it on purpose," Harry said, unable to hold back a laugh.
"I think so too," Little Sirius sniffed, "Alright, let's not bother with him... the day after tomorrow is my wedding, we should focus on happy people or things."
He didn't say the next sentence, which was "keeping the gloomy old Snot Spirit in mind is truly unlucky."
Obviously, his current status doesn't allow him to say such things.
"I've seen the wedding arrangements," Harry smiled, "Kathy has been talking to me about it for a long time, saying she wants to be Miss Fari's bridesmaid... but Vivi is a bit upset about not being able to be a bridesmaid, although I agree she's not quite suitable to attend as a bridesmaid, after all, she's the Minister of the European Ministry of Magic, a rather sensitive position, more so if she's Miss Fari's bridesmaid, which could cause some unnecessary impact — especially for you."
"Oh, that's not a problem." Little Sirius chuckled, rubbing Harry's shoulder, "We never expected Vivi to attend as a bridesmaid anyway, because... you know, both the Muggle and Wizarding Worlds in the United Kingdom are somewhat... nationalistic."
Little Sirius is quite right about this; the Ministry of Magic is a British wizard's ministry, and that's what most British wizards think.
"When do you plan to get married?" Little Sirius asked with a smile, "After graduation? I remember asking before how your wedding would be, have you got any plans now?"
"Honestly, I haven't decided yet, but we could arrange it together — if they all agree," Harry shrugged, "After all, you know I'm always a gentleman who highly respects the opinions of girls."
Little Sirius glanced at his godson, he for the first time thought this kid's shameless appearance was very much like him and James in their youth.
"Get some rest soon." Little Sirius patted the kid's shoulder, "These days, we have to arrange the wedding venue and familiarize ourselves with the wedding procedures, honestly, I'm a bit nervous now — no, extremely nervous."
"You needn't be nervous," Harry comforted Little Sirius, "Look, you've come this far now, even if you regret it and want to run away, it's impossible."
"You know I didn't mean that," Little Sirius coughed twice, clearing his throat, "That kind of talk is fine, but don't say it next time, if Jemma heard, she might think something of it."
"Alright then, hurry and rest." Harry laughed cheekily, "You've got your work cut out these days — by the way, after the wedding, I suppose your honeymoon plans have been scrapped?"
"No, we're going to Buenos Aires." Little Sirius smiled, "There's just an international conference over there, so it counts as a honeymoon trip —"
Little Sirius returned to his room early to rest, but Harry didn't hurry back, instead he returned to the living room, sitting beside the boys.
It has been noisy here for quite a while, very lively, he had wanted to see what was happening for some time now.
Sure enough, they were gathered around, and in the middle was a Biting Kale, along with several knights wearing tilted helmets.
"What's this about?" he asked with interest.
As soon as the words fell, the Biting Kale shook its chubby body, suddenly lunging forward, and gobbled the little knight's head.
Then, the Kale made a few more dashes, sweeping away the remaining knights, and its cabbage face showed a human-like satisfied expression, settling down in its original place.