Everyday Players at Hogwarts

While Harry was immersed in uneasiness, the first to visit were the owls.

All kinds of white, black, big, and small owls flew into the living room from nowhere.

One by one, the well-wrapped gifts fell on the table in front of him like a meteor shower.

I almost forgot, Harry, I wish you a happy twelfth birthday. Ron said as he took out a rectangular gift package from somewhere, but it looked very small, just the size of a palm.

Draco on the side was stunned, looking at the small package, and so was Harry.

This can't be Draco's nervousness.

Gold card? Harry's voice suddenly became slightly hoarse for some reason.

Yes, the Devil's Passport. Ron made a face.

You're crazy!

There's only one in the world!

And didn't I already give you the Nimbus 2000?

I use this to replace all your gifts for the next three years. Harry was moved.

No, I remember it was a Christmas gift.

Harry, I still want your birthday present for me, don't try to deny it.

This may be the only gold card in my life.

Harry, you have to prepare my birthday present well. Ron said casually.

Ron Harry didn't know how to speak.

Ron, how can you give me this present?

Harry, how about I prepare it again and come back to you in the evening? Draco was embarrassed to put away a package hidden behind his back.

Harry snatched it away, don't do that, Draco, you are the best present here.

Let me see Harry open Draco's gift in no time.

Harry understood that in the wizarding world, opening the gift given to you by others in person and showing the kind of impatience is the greatest respect for the wizard who gave the gift.

What caught Harry's eyes was a pair of glasses.

This pair of glasses has a square frame, and the frame is made of a material similar to the crystal version, black.

Harry, this is waterproof glasses.

You are a Quidditch seeker, and these glasses also have the function of sunglasses, not afraid of sunlight, but the field of vision is not black.

And it won't fog up, and it will stay dry on rainy days. Draco said awkwardly.

Obviously, he didn't think the gift was very good.

This is already very good. Harry took off his old glasses and put them in the box of new glasses, and replaced them with new ones.

Draco breathed a sigh of relief.

Ron couldn't help but patted his shoulder, OK, fortunately I gave you a gold card, otherwise you would be inferior to anything I gave you.

Draco really smiled at this time.

Harry, happy 12th birthday.

This is my gift. Lupin also came over.

His tone sounded calm at first, but Harry sensed embarrassment.

Just like Harry greeted Ryan when he first came to the magic world.

Harry was familiar with this feeling.

Lupin was once a prefect of Hogwarts, but Harry, who was already familiar with the magic world, knew that all these excellent resumes would be overshadowed by Lupin's other identity, a werewolf.

Before Sirius was released from prison, he might have a hard time finding a decent job.

Lupin's gift probably wouldn't be another way to put it. It should be a cheap item in Draco's eyes.

When Draco was still a nuisance, he picked it out of the gifts and threw it away.

Very good.

Really good. Harry said hurriedly while opening Lupin's gift. He was afraid that he would be too slow and cause Lupin to be embarrassed.

In front of Harry was a mirror with many Ravenclaw elements engraved on it.

I made this myself. In the dark, as long as you need light, it will serve as a light source and illuminate everything. Lupin said embarrassedly.

It's great! Ron said exaggeratedly, and he obviously noticed Lupin's discomfort.

It's really great. Many dark creatures are afraid of light.

With it, we can free up the wand and do something else. Draco also praised it. He also wanted to comfort Lupin, but it was obviously more thoughtful.

Remus, your gift is really great. Harry also agreed.

Lupin finally couldn't help making a face and smiled easily.

Then, Harry obviously learned one thing, that is, not to open gifts in front of Ron and the others.

Whether the gifts are good or bad, they will attract the attention of Ron and the other three who also gave gifts.

Harry had to go back to his room briefly and move the pile of gifts in.

However, when Harry returned to the living room, everything changed.

It seemed that someone was waiting for Harry to leave here temporarily.

A large number of sky-blue flowers floated in the air, hanging above their heads.

The flowers flashed with stars, forming: Harry Potter, happy 12th birthday!

Lupin sprayed blue and bronze banners from the top of his wand, hanging artistically on the extra trees and bushes around.

Great, Ron watched Lupin wave his wand for the last time, turning the surrounding decorations into sky blue, and couldn't help but exclaimed, I almost thought I was back in the Ravenclaw common room.

Thank you, Ron! Lupin said.

Then Sirius!

And Dumbledore!

Sirius' robes turned into a fiery red, while Dumbledore wore a dress similar to the pajamas of the Muggle world.

Sky blue, with stars and moons embroidered on it.

Happy Birthday Harry! Dumbledore pulled out his wand, and white cream came out of his wand.

It poured onto the rectangular table, a place that seemed to be only air.

That was a piece of cake, it was invisible!

When it touched the cream, it revealed its appearance. The yellow cake formed the shape of a phoenix.

When the white cream touched it, it turned red and gold.

Almost in the blink of an eye, accompanied by Dumbledore's last flick of his wrist, a beautiful singing voice appeared. It was the voice of the phoenix!

It was amazing!

This cake looked delicious!

That voice was amazing! Lupin, Ron, and Draco couldn't help but say.

Sirius obviously knew this in advance, and Harry's lips trembled, not knowing what to say.

Harry, this is your gift. Sirius handed over a book with a black cover and no name on it.

Harry opened it with trembling hands. It was a picture.

Among them was a black-haired baby riding a small broom flying in and out, giggling, and two legs chasing him.

This is you, Harry, this broom is my one-year-old gift to you.

This little broom can only stand two feet off the ground, which is why Lily once complained to me that you hit a kitten and almost broke an ugly vase. Sirius said softly.

Harry flipped through the pages, but couldn't see enough.

It was full of photos of his parents and his old home.