Everyday Players at Hogwarts

Chapter 493 The humble dwelling that has never seen the light of day

Harry actually doesn't take birthday parties as seriously as he used to.

Because ever since he entered the magical world, especially after his godfather was exonerated, he had had a perfect birthday party at the Black family.

So what he cared about instead was that he was curious about who the person in Draco's mouth was that he never expected to come.

Secondly, I was touched by Bill staying up late to arrange a birthday party for him.

But while thinking about it, he suddenly realized something, that is, Neville's birthday was yesterday, and both he and Ron had forgotten it.

Also, he never knew when Ryan's birthday was.

"Neville. July 30th."

"Ginny, it's August 11th, which is next Wednesday."

"The next one is Percy, August 22nd, the Sunday next to Ginny's birthday." So, Harry took out his notebook and began to remember the birthdays of the friends who had given him birthday gifts.

This was something he had never had to think about before.

No one gave him birthday gifts in the past, and he didn't need to remember them.

As the quill in his hand moved across the paper, he discovered more and more that he didn't know the birthdays of some people he should know.

Like Hagrid, one of his best friends, he didn't know his birthday.

And Dumbledore, although he didn't give Harry a birthday gift, Harry still wanted to know.

With this thought in mind, he put on a shirt made of horned beast skin.

Surprisingly, after wearing this shirt, shorts, and gloves, there is almost no feeling.

Wearing the cool wizard robe that Draco gave him, it honestly gave Harry the feeling of being naked in a swimming pool.

Paired with the light-as-a-feather sneakers given by Ron, Harry doubted whether they were a complete set.

It's just that Ron and the others split it up and bought it as a gift to him.

A minute later, Harry took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

It's like entering another world.

His room was filled with sunlight and the low sounds of Helvide.

But after opening the door, cold lights decorated everything, and no trace of light penetrated the entire house.

The heat and light in his room seemed to have been swallowed up and never existed in the first place.

The Burrow, which was originally as warm as if it had been baked by the warm sun, now has a different style of painting.

It felt a bit like when Harry attended Nearly Headless Nick's death anniversary dinner last year.

The black carpet, black wallpaper, and the handrails of the stairs that were painted black were simply black everywhere.

The noise that was originally expected to come from downstairs was not heard at all, as if everyone in the Burrow had already disappeared, leaving him alone in this empty and silent room.

He finally understood what Ron meant when he said he would definitely be shocked.

He hasn't gone down yet, that's it.

In this strange house, Harry followed his impression towards the staircase, which was now a dark place, and put his feet down.

"Phew! These are really stairs."

"Ginny?"

"Ron?"

"Draco?"

"Where are you all?"

"Mrs. Weasley?"

"Mr. Weasley?"

"Sirius?"

"Okay, Bill?" However, until we walked downstairs, no one answered.

Until Harry couldn't help but want to open the door to see if everyone was outside, bang! The sound of fireworks exploding sounded.

Several cold will-o'-wisps appeared and floated in the living room, followed by Ron and the others.

They all seemed to hide their figures, breathing sounds, and body temperature with the help of themselves or others.

This made Harry, who had been transformed, unaware of everyone's presence.

"Very well, Harry, you didn't expect that."

"It was Fred and I's idea." Fred and George popped up.

"Then Charlie and I will implement it." Bill and Charlie waved.

"I didn't want these children to act mischievously." Mrs. Weasley suppressed the joy of the prank and pretended to be reluctant.

Harry finally understood where the mischievous nature of Fred and the others came from.

"But Ron's proposal is too outrageous. He also asked us to cast a thermostatic spell on ourselves."

"We are dealing with Harry, not a lycanthrope or a vampire," Mr. Weasley said.

His hair, which seemed to have been blown by the strong wind, was combed and pressed tightly.

He looked a little nervous, as if he had never done anything like this before.

Next to him, Percy was dressed in the same way. He looked like a bushy-haired version of Mr. Weasley.

"But it's all worth it." It was Draco.

After he looked at Mr. Weasley with reverence, he shifted his gaze and said to Harry.

"There is another person attending your birthday party today." Sirius also revealed his figure.

He looked into the air with loving eyes, and with a yawn, a tall, thin young man with black hair and skin that was still pale from Draco's appearance emerged from where he was.

"Regulus!"

"Let me tell you, the unexpected guest in Draco's mouth is you?" Harry suddenly realized.

Yes.

Although Regulus could bask in the sun, as an Inferi he hated the sun.

Like dark environment.

These preparations today are all because of him.

"Harry, you won't blame me for ruining your birthday, will you?" Sirius said a little nervously.

This was the first time his brother wanted to go out, but if it ruined Harry's birthday, he would find a way to trick Regulus back after Regulus played for a while.

And then change the decorations back.

"No way."

"Regulus' first time going out is my birthday."

"How great is that!" Harry exclaimed.

He saw Sirius's concerns, and then continued: "This is already very good. At least it's not like the last Deathday dinner, which was not only dark, but also very cold."

Nick, who was far away in Hogwarts, sneezed.

He wondered if he had regained the ability to catch a cold when he was alive after he had blood color.

"Hello, ha, Harry, happy birthday!" Regulus stammered and stretched out his right hand.

"Thank you, Regulus." Harry held Regulus's cold right hand.

After greeting everyone, everyone else's gifts were also handed to him personally, but because there were too many people, he did not open them one by one like he did upstairs.

He just thanked them one by one and put them on the sofa behind him.

This time, he felt like Dudley for the first time.

There were too many gifts to put away. Although there were many gifts before, they were not received by him after all, so they did not feel too real.

He was more like a star counting gifts from fans.

Not like now.

Harry thought that he would just eat and eat cake next.

But what he did not expect was that his cake was not ordinary.

The cake he thought was in the kitchen was always hanging above his head.

It was the will-o'-the-wisp that was always floating in the air and emitting cold light.

"Whose idea was this?" Harry looked at the cake that was still burning after being cut, and his face was speechless.