For most people, birthdays are a very special day.

For Harry, there is nothing special about his birthday, it is nothing more than receiving a bunch of gifts.

He got up early to wash up. As soon as he came downstairs, he saw the gifts piled up in the living room.

Frémont said jokingly: "Happy birthday, my dear Harry."

"Thank you." Harry smiled and nodded towards him.

"You are much more popular than James." Frémont said with a sigh, "He said that he would receive twenty or thirty gifts on his birthday."

"I spent the whole night counting owls last night. I wanted to see if my dear little grandson was welcome at school, but I didn't expect that I couldn't count them. There were still owls coming until just now."

As he was talking, an owl came through the door and dropped the gift into the pile of gifts.

But it didn't leave immediately, and landed on Harry's shoulder, cooing twice.

There were two Triumph Speedmasters, one painted in black, and the other one was transformed into a gold and red "lion" by Sirius. He originally wanted to change it into a gryphon, but it only had an eagle head, far less than a lion's head.

Domineering.

"Okay, then I wish you a happy birthday!" Fred clapped his hands and said with a smile while digging in his robe, "You found out that we didn't give you a gift this morning. Are you a little disappointed?"

Arthur was very interested in this and took Sirius aside to discuss it in a whisper.

Harry's face turned serious instantly.

Fred laughed heartily: "Harry, you've still been tricked!"

"Purple eyeshadow is not suitable for you, you can try light gold." Harry sincerely suggested, "The color of lipstick is also a bit too dark, I recommend cherry red."

"Sirius." Flitwick said hesitantly, "Is there a possibility? I'm just talking about a possibility. It was Harry who dragged you over to me for tutoring."

"Don't worry, they won't fly away." Harry shook his head.

"Professor, want a drink?" Harry waved his wand and picked up his godfather, "I'll call Uncle Remus."

The sun sets and the stars crawl out of the sky.

"Then let's talk about what I care about most. Harry, I thought Albus and I would both grow so old, but our fate has changed. Please allow me to say this with emotion and express my sincere gratitude to you."

"Firework No. 2?" Harry raised an eyebrow, "It seems like you failed to convince your brother, Fred."

Sirius was surprised: "How do you know?"

Professor Dumbledore sent a copy of his magical experience.

Bill sent a model of a pyramid, opened the top cover, and there were several mummy dolls crawling inside.

"Even now there are still owls coming." Frémont immediately changed his mind, "There are at least fifty or sixty gifts?"

"I straightened my teeth and fixed my hair." Harry waved his hand and responded, "I also put on makeup."

Inside the door, next to the door, there were the beating sounds of nearly ten hearts and some whispers. It was George and Fred. They were discussing which kind of fireworks to use, and their opinions were not very unified.

What happened half a year later is written so clearly in this letter?

There is only a short section of the letter left.

After every practical training, he wished that Harry could send him to bed.

Under all the gifts, the plain black box seemed to have a kind of magic. No one else noticed it. Only Harry saw it. He picked up the box and left light blue ink on the surface of the box.

Next line of text.

A snap——

"Finally, I sincerely wish you a happy birthday."

The Weasley family are all here.

Snape also gave gifts this year.

Harry continued to read.

Gifts from professors and adults are pretty reliable, but gifts from little wizards are very unreliable.

Today's training is over.

Wait until the Porter House.

Hermione's ears turned red, and it quickly spread to her face.

But the door was empty.

"Don't be so careful, I have no ill intentions towards you, dear Harry, Albus's most satisfied student, Gryffindor destined for greatness."

They walked back slowly, and when they approached the Potter's house, Sirius struggled to get Harry to put him down.

The letter ends here without any signature.

as well as.

A small, nervous heartbeat was hidden behind the crowd.

This gave Harry a lot of inspiration. He could add a few more toxic and effective materials to make the thunder potion even more effective.

"Harry, how can you be so lazy!" Fred gritted his teeth and stamped his feet, "You even use magic to open the door."

Harry waved his wand and the door opened.

Flitwick smiled mysteriously: "Why don't you go home?"

that ring

Harry's brows knitted into a knot.

He quickly turned his head, looked at Harry, and said loudly and in surprise: "Harry, you haven't even opened your gift today!"

There are also other love potions mixed in drinks and potions.

"You have to be careful. There are always some little witches who like to mix intoxicants into gifts. Even James almost suffered from this."

Sirius tried to put his head over, but he heard nothing.

"Then, let me give you a birthday present first. The place you most want to visit is in Glastonbury, but don't go now. It hasn't arrived yet."

Hermione sent a watch, an Explorer with a white dial, which had a touch of magic lingering on it. It had been there for at least half a year. She had been preparing this gift before the holidays.

The last words he said were directed towards Sirius.

Lily's five potions notebooks, two of his own potions notebooks, and a slightly scrawled letter asking whether Harry's body could withstand the manic magic, and what he thought about it.

Improvement suggestions for Thunder Potion.

"George and Fred were too noisy." Harry nodded, "They were discussing whether to use No. 2 or No. 3 fireworks."

You haven’t reached home yet and you have to walk on your own?

He even waved his magic wand to give himself two refills, a fresh one, and even a beauty charm.

Sirius hummed softly: "This is not the only gift I give you."

"Happy birthday, Harry Potter."

Harry tested it with the spell, and after confirming that there was no danger, he opened it carefully.

Hermione suddenly jumped out and pulled the fireworks in her hand. Golden and red ribbons and fireworks exploded, falling slowly from his head and covering him all over.

He pushed Harry inside.

Fred scratched his head.

Sirius's gift was a bit exaggerated.

A snap——

Several fireworks and ribbons exploded and sprayed out the door.

"Harry is very keen." Flitwick rubbed his face, "Did you find any traces?"

Sirius was very dismissive of this.

The owl cooed and nodded in thanks, flapped its wings, and flew away again.

"Okay." Harry nodded, "I still have a lot of wine left."

Harry didn't move away.

Ron rubbed his face: "How did you find out so quickly? I waited for my mother to tell me before I noticed this."

Harry nodded: "My potions skills are not bad."

The toxicity is reduced as much as possible without affecting the magic effect.

"And, be careful with the Resurrection Stone. That kind of thing can't bring about any changes. Although I believe you, the desires of the human heart sometimes overwhelm the guidance of fate."

"I have seen some changes, Albus, I can survive. Of course, this requires your cooperation."

George nodded, very proudly: "This is all our plan. Little Ronnie said you can definitely avoid it, so we have to feint attack, and Hermione is our main attacker."

Where's the birthday present?

Harry opened the letter.
To be continued...