For most people, a birthday is a very special day.

For Harry, birthdays are nothing special, except that he will receive a lot of gifts.

He got up early, washed and dressed, and as soon as he went downstairs, he saw the gifts piled up in the living room.

Fletmont said teasingly, "Happy birthday, my dear Harry."

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

"You are much more popular than James." Flemont sighed, "He said that he received twenty or thirty gifts on his birthday."

"I counted owls all night last night. I wanted to see if my dear grandson was popular at school. But I didn't expect that I couldn't count them all. There were still owls coming until just now..."

As he was speaking, an owl came in through the doorway and dropped a gift onto the pile of gifts.

But it didn't leave immediately. It landed on Harry's shoulder and cooed twice.

"I don't know where Hedwig is. She went out early in the morning," Harry responded.

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

"There are still owls coming over now." Flemont immediately changed his words, "At least fifty or sixty gifts?"

"You have to be careful. Some little witches like to mix love potions into gifts. Even James almost suffered this loss."

Harry nodded: "I'm not bad at Potions."

He waved his wand lightly, and the gift flew to a corner where it was not in the way. He did not rush to open the gift, but went to the kitchen to cook for his two elders.

After finishing, he would skillfully pull them out of the bedroom.

On my birthday, I still have to continue training.

It's the same every year, the year before last and last year. After the training, I would have a drink with Professor Flitwick, and that was enough.

Today's training is over.

The sun sets and stars emerge from the sky.

Sirius was lying on the ground in a very ungraceful manner, gasping for breath. He had just been "humiliated" by Professor Flitwick, who praised him for finally reaching the level of Harry at the beginning of last year's summer vacation.

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

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

"That's fine." Harry nodded, "I still have a lot of wine left."

They walked back slowly, and when they were almost at the Potter house, Sirius struggled to get Harry to put him down.

This was very unlike Sirius to do.

After every practical training, he wished Harry could take him to **.

You have to walk by yourself before you even get home?

She even waved her wand and gave herself two cleansing spells, and even a beauty spell.

Wait until we get to Potter's house.

Harry looked towards the yard. There were some scattered footprints, and the traces were very fresh, from noon to just now.

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

"Has the invitation come?" Harry turned to look at his godfather.

Sirius was surprised: "How did you know?"

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

"George and Fred were being too noisy." Harry nodded. "They were discussing whether to use number two or number three."

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

Harry waved his wand and the door opened.

With a snap——

Several fireworks and streamers exploded and sprayed out the door.

But the door was empty.

Everyone in the room watched helplessly as the longest ribbon drooped and fell past Harry's toes.

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

"Firework number two?" Harry raised his eyebrows. "It seems that Fred, you failed to convince your brother."

Fred scratched his head.

George chuckled.

Ron, who was also holding fireworks in his hand, muttered, "I knew I couldn't hide it from Harry. He's very perceptive and can even hear his heartbeat."

"Well, happy birthday to you then!" Fred clapped his hands. He rummaged in his robe and said with a smile, "Are you a little disappointed when you found out we didn't give you a present this morning?"

He addressed the last sentence to Sirius.

Sirius tried hard to recall, but he could not recall his memory. Throughout the day, except for the time when he made a mistake and Professor Flitwick seized the opportunity and almost killed him instantly, Harry sighed once. At other times, he had that slightly expressionless look on his face.

Thinking back further, he was slightly startled: "Harry hasn't even opened his presents today."

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

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

Sirius said seriously, pulling his hair: "Damn it, I'm really not a qualified godfather. I even dragged you to find Professor Flitwick today..."

"Sirius," Flitwick said in a tangled tone, "Is there a possibility? I'm just saying a possibility, that Harry dragged you here to ask me for extra lessons?"

"Godfather, I'm already very happy that you can survive a little longer under the professor's command today." Harry smiled, "At least you started to use your brain, which is the best gift you gave me."

Sirius snorted softly, "My gift to you is more than just that."

He pushed Harry inside.

The small, nervous heartbeat was hidden behind the crowd.

Harry didn't move away.

With a snap——

Hermione suddenly jumped out and pulled the fireworks in her hand. Golden and red ribbons and fireworks exploded and slowly fell from above his head, soaking his whole body.

Fred burst into laughter: "Harry, you still got it!"

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

"Happy birthday." Hermione smiled sweetly at him.

"Thank you." Harry smiled back.

Ron winked at Harry: "Hey, Harry, didn't you notice anything different about Hermione today?"

"I got my teeth fixed and my hair done." Harry waved his hand and responded, "And I put on makeup."

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

"Purple eyeshadow doesn't suit you. You can try light gold." Harry suggested sincerely, "The lipstick color is also a bit too dark. I recommend cherry red."

Ron rubbed his face and said, "How did you find out so quickly? I didn't notice these until my mom told me."

The Weasleys were all here.

Except for the two who were working away from home, their birthday presents were not missed.

Charlie sent a set of dragon models and a book called "Deadly Dragons". Unlike the alchemy books Harry usually read that used dragons as materials, this book detailed the living habits of different dragons and their relative weaknesses.

Bill brought a model of a pyramid. When he opened the top, he saw several mummy dolls crawling inside.

Hermione sent a watch, an explorer's watch with a white dial. There was a faint magic lingering on it that would last for at least half a year. She had been preparing this gift before the holiday.

Sirius's gift was slightly ostentatious.

There are two Triumph Speedmasters, one is painted black, and the other one was transformed by Sirius into a gold and red "Lion". He originally wanted to change it into a griffin, but it only has an eagle's head, which is far less domineering than a lion's head.

Arthur was very interested in this and pulled Sirius aside to discuss it in whispers.

Snape also gave a gift this year.

There were five of Lily's potions notebooks, two of his own, and a slightly scribbled letter, which questioned whether Harry's body could withstand the violent magic power, as well as his suggestions for improving the Thunder Potion.

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

This gave Harry a lot of inspiration. He could add a few more highly toxic but effective ingredients into the potion to make it even more effective.

Sirius was very dismissive of this.

Professor Dumbledore sent a copy of his magical experience.

The gifts from professors and adults are relatively reliable, but the gifts from little wizards are very unreliable.

I received twelve pieces of chocolate alone, and without exception, all of them were filled with aphrodisiacs.

There are others, love potions mixed into drinks and potions.

They were all picked out by Hermione and thrown aside. After Crookshanks wreaked havoc on them, he cast a Flaming Charm, burning them to pieces, and then finished them off with a Vanishing Charm.

as well as.

Under all the gifts, there was an ordinary black box, but it seemed to have some kind of magic. No one else noticed it except Harry. He picked up the box and saw a line of words left on the surface of the box in light blue ink.

The handwriting was unfamiliar, one Harry had never seen before.

"Happy birthday, Harry Potter."

"Please open the box. There is a gift from me and a letter for you."

Harry used a spell to test it, and after making sure there was no danger, he opened it carefully.

There was only a letter in the box.

Where's the birthday present?

Harry opened the letter.

"Don't be so careful. I have no ill will towards you, my dear Harry, Albus's most satisfied student, destined to be a great Gryffindor."

"Don't worry about where my gift is. It's all in this letter."

"Well, let me give you my birthday present first. It's the place you want to go the most. It's in Glastonbury, but don't go there now. It's not time for it to appear yet."

Harry's face suddenly turned serious.

"Then let me talk about what I care about most, Harry. I thought that Albus and I would grow old like this, but fate has changed. Please allow me to express my sincere gratitude to you with such emotion."

"I see some hope. Albus and I can both survive. Of course, this requires your cooperation."

"Promise me a favor. Go find Albus on Thursday night before Christmas and tell him that you are leaving with him. Please do not mention me. You can use the excuse that you found the clue yourself. After all, the Riddle name is quite famous in that area."

"Albus will take you with him, and then you must stop him, use all means and methods to prevent him from wearing the ring."

The ring...

Harry's brows were twisted into a knot.

How could something that happened half a year later be written so clearly in this letter?

Only a short fragment of the letter remained.

Harry continued reading.

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

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

The letter ends here without any signature.

A vague image emerged in Harry's mind.

Professor Dumbledore's old lover who is a fortune teller.

The handwriting and writing style are clearly from a man.

It seemed that he had discovered something extraordinary? No wonder Professor Dumbledore had always been so secretive about his past.