What’s this orange chicken thing?

He stared baffled for a long while and finally ordered Kung Pao Chicken—it’s one of the more familiar dishes he had eaten from Professor Hao Ying.

"Eat more," Little Sirius said with a hearty laugh, "After all, it’s trying something new—speaking of which, I remember Cedric’s girlfriend is one of the Sirius people, right?"

"Yes," Cedric’s face suddenly turned red, "Her name is Qiu Zhang from Ravenclaw."

"Oh~" Little Sirius said in a meaningful tone, "A girl from Eagle House—well, back in school, I got along well with the female classmates from Ravenclaw."

Indeed well, but no one here knows Little Sirius’s secrets; otherwise, they would strip him bare.

Most of Little Sirius’s crushes were from Ravenclaw College.

The dishes were served quickly, and Harry only ate a few bites before realizing that, though not the same as what Professor Hao Ying made, it was still quite good.

Especially the sweet and sour General Tso’s Chicken, it was really delicious.

"General Tso must be a person’s name, right?" Harry asked while playing with his chopsticks, "Why is it called General Tso’s Chicken? Did he invent this dish?"

"Probably not," Miss Omniscient Hermione replied, "As far as I know, General Tso was a general in Sirius, but I don’t know why his name is used for the dish."

After dinner, the group left the restaurant and returned to the hotel.

They sat in the hall on the second floor, which they had reserved entirely, so naturally, they had full use of it.

"I’ll get something good," Mr. Granger said mysteriously as he returned to his room, only to come back shortly after, holding a colorful little box.

"What’s this?" Little Sirius showed interest.

"Something good," Mr. Granger smiled as he approached with a knife to unseal the box.

The children curiously gathered around, seeing the box marked "Romeo Y Julieta (Romeo and Juliet)."

"Romeo and Juliet?" Hermione’s eyes brightened, "Is it a novel? Or something new?"

"Looks like Miss Omniscient has moments of ignorance too," Mr. Granger teased his daughter, patting the box, "It’s something good from ’TPLAC’s’.

"TPLAC?" Ron asked, puzzled.

"It’s an acronym for Tin Pot Little Atlantic County’s, an island nation in the Atlantic," Hermione explained without turning her head, "I know what this is—cigars!"

"Yes," Mr. Granger opened the box, revealing cigars inside, labeled with the brand name along with a golden label imprinted with ’Churchills’.

"Churchill’s favorite," Mr. Granger took out a cigar and distributed one to each of the smoking men present.

Little Sirius, being a seasoned smoker, took a cigar and asked Mr. Granger, "How do you smoke this thing? Just hold it in your mouth?"

With that, he put the cigar in his mouth.

"Don’t say," Hermione suddenly remarked, "Seeing this—if Little Sirius were a bit chubbier, he’d really resemble Churchill."

"Is that so?" Little Sirius felt a bit proud, "I know about Churchill—the Muggle’s prime minister, right? More impressive than the Minister of Magic...a very famous politician."

"It seems you’ll soon be the Magic World’s Churchill," Hermione said sarcastically, "Oh, I mean from various perspectives—whether it’s drinking whiskey every morning or smoking these long cigars."

"Oh, that’s not whiskey," Little Sirius humorously raised his eyebrows, "That’s just the cure for my autism—"

Hermione rolled her eyes and ignored him.

The kids didn’t find second-hand smoke amusing, so they left the group of puffing adults and returned to their rooms.

Pabi suddenly appeared, following Harry back to his room.

"Why did you follow along?" Harry asked curiously.

"Just wanted to see what you’re up to back in the room," Pabi looked around and asked, "Are you planning to lie in bed and sleep away the day?"

"You figured it out," Harry didn’t feel embarrassed at all.

"You’ve forgot the most important thing!" Pabi put her hands on her hips, "Don’t you think your primary task now is to call Vivi?"

You don’t say, that’s indeed a sound suggestion, Harry considered it worth heeding.

"Absolutely right," he immediately nodded, took out the Crystal Ball, and dialed Vivi’s number.

Pabi slipped away quietly from Harry’s room.

She didn’t intend to stay and be a third wheel; otherwise, if Vivi saw her there and said something, it could lead to confusion.

Before long, Vivi answered the call.

"Harry?" Her tone registered fatigue, "You guys arrived at White Island?"

"Yes," Harry nodded, "We arrived this afternoon, just had dinner outside, Little Sirius and the others are smoking outside, so I came back to call you."

"Oh." Vivi rubbed her temples, "How long are you planning to stay on White Island? Or will you return in a few days?"

"We’ll be here all summer, it’s not expensive anyway," Harry said with a big smile, "Will you come over? Pabi and Cassandra are really missing you."

"I’ll come over," Vivi smiled, "But—you said Kathy misses me? Really?"

"Of course it’s true," Harry laughed, "Don’t be fooled by her usual demeanor; secretly, she... well, she actually likes you."

Vivi couldn’t hold back and laughed.

"Harry, you’re really bad at lying," Vivi said helplessly, "Cassandra would wish I’d disappear from this world; how could she possibly miss me? Or maybe in some contexts, you’re right, she indeed misses me but probably wants me to disappear quickly—"

"Don’t think ill of your good friends, Vivi," Harry said seriously, "You’re all my wings, and I don’t want you fighting..."

"Hehe..." Vivi’s smile suddenly turned gentle.

Harry shivered slightly.

He knew Vivi was upset.

"Of course, you two are the most important pair," he hastily rectified, "You’re the dearest one to me..."

Here a thousand words of sweet talk are omitted.

"Alright." Vivi’s grin reached her eyes, "I believe you, Harry—hmm, let’s get married."

"Get married?" Harry’s mind briefly froze.

He actually hadn’t thought about this; marriage felt far away to him.

It’s not without reason, as before crossing over, he was just a sixth-year student, and after crossing, he started from the first year; thus, marriage indeed seemed like a distant matter.

"Why, you don’t want to?" Vivi squinted, "Or are you planning to marry someone else?"

"Oh no," Harry quickly explained, "It’s just that I haven’t graduated yet, marriage feels a bit premature."

"That’s a point I hadn’t considered, but you’re right," Vivi acknowledged Harry’s concern, "Alright then, let’s discuss this after you graduate."

Harry didn’t know why but he subtly breathed a sigh of relief.

This topic isn’t just distant; it’s pretty heavy.

Marriage certainly should be on the agenda, but the problem is, Harry doesn’t know how to proceed with marriage!

It’s not that he doesn’t know the process, but rather... whom to marry, and how to arrange the wedding.