Harry's Birthday

Hermione was somewhat surprised. She had heard that Percy's summoned creature was also Bird Serpent, Ron had wanted something special, so wasn't this a coincidence?

But she didn't pay much attention. Hermione's mind was completely absorbed in the Cat Leopard Princess and the box that resembled the Appalachian Mountains of North America, and secondly, she continued her great project of Spell Rune Card.

Ron's gift arrived in his hands on the 31st.

The time is 6 a. m., and the mailing address is next to Hagrid's Hut.

Ron got up early at 5 a. m., and arrived at Hagrid's place, still damp from the morning mist, and never returned.

It wasn't until noon that he walked into the lounge with his head held high.

"Bird Serpent!"

A serpentine creature with feathers, wings, and two legs appeared in Ron's hand.

As he raised his hand, the silver-blue serpentine creature's body grew larger and larger until it occupied the entire ceiling and coiled around it.

"Look, I have the feathered serpent!"

Hermione finally understood why Ron wanted the Bird Serpent even after the car crash.

Because if the colors were changed and the legs removed, the Bird Serpent would look almost exactly like the feathered serpent that Cedric transformed into.

They are about 70% similar.

"He'll get killed for doing that in Hufflepuff," Basil exclaimed.

Without this scene, and without the ability to read minds, he wouldn't have guessed that Ron was doing this.

The Bird Serpent is a Fantastic Beasts native to Asia, and Basil has always been depicted in games as a bird with a long neck, living in a silver pot.

Instead of the current image of a silver-blue snake with wings and legs.

Ginny frowned, but remembering it was Harry's birthday and the gift was from Harry, she refrained from making sarcastic remarks.

She stared at the black screen; though she couldn't see it, there was something more important on it.

It was still in that bathroom, and they were still naked.

He is receiving his birthday present.

Each parchment in front of him represented a powerful Fantastic Beasts that did not exist in his world.

He is currently making his selection.

The first one he abandoned was the Demiguise.

Hagrid in this world is unaware that he secretly kidnapped the Demiguise and turned them into cards.

"Inferno Troll."

"There are even Troll that live in volcanoes and can swim in lava?"

Troll is a 4x-level Magical Creature with incredible strength but very low intelligence.

They are not humanoid; their appearance and habitats differ: Mountain Troll, forest Troll, and river Troll.

But this was the first time he had ever seen Troll lived in a volcano, was covered in sulfur and emitting flames, and could be resurrected after falling into lava as long as its head was intact.

Seemingly sensing Harry's lingering gaze, the photograph on the parchment transformed into a 3D projection. With a simple infusion of magic, the Inferno Troll would be teleported into the bathroom.

It is not ugly at all like its kind.

Its entire body, including its head, was covered by obsidian-like armor-like muscles, and the gaps between its eyes and muscles emitted a fiery red and intense light.

It was as if the magma had solidified into a human shape and then cooled down.

Rather than being Fantastic Beasts, it's more like a golem carved from stone.

"Never mind." Harry forced himself to look away from it.

Although the Inferno Troll is imposing, it may not be of much use in his upcoming trials.

His Magic Immortal Artifact's ability is a 'shield', which can dispel all negative statuses it receives by consuming magic power, and it can also reflect back negative statuses such as fatigue and sadness.

He doesn't need any more shields, and he's still so conspicuous.

As the thought of giving up arose, the projection of the Inferno Troll disappeared, and the parchment also flew to the bottom automatically.

"Phoenix?"

"Weren't they supposed to be Fantastic Beasts that don't exist in my world?"

The parchment depicts a phoenix, a Fantastic Beasts that Harry has encountered and is very familiar with.

Harry was somewhat tempted, but then immediately shook his head.

Phoenix can teleport without being bound by magic seals, and tears that heal wounds and cure all poisons are useless to him.

[The Path] has reached the [Pure Love Soul] Ghost Form, where he can ignore most magic, much like a wizard can overcome solid barriers.

Although he wasn't as fast as Krum, he didn't need to Apparition.

The only thing that somewhat appealed to Harry was the phoenix's inspiring song.

"To be determined."

Harry was about to pull the parchment away and put it aside, but when he actually touched it, he realized that the name on it was wrong.

"Ditto Phoenix".

He quickly looked down and saw, "Ditto, like Boggart and Demiguise, are Fantastic Beasts whose true appearance is unknown to anyone."

"While still in the womb, a powerful Fantastic Beasts is selected as a template, and the creature is born in the appearance of that Fantastic Beasts. It can perfectly simulate all the abilities of that Fantastic Beasts."

"That's amazing? 'Hundred Transformations' means it can transform into a hundred different forms?"

Harry continued, "The maximum number of templates a Ditto can remember is three."

"It's not a hundred kinds."

Harry was somewhat disappointed, but he was still tempted.

This Ditto has already memorized the name of the Phoenix, meaning there are still two empty slots.

"You're the one!"

Despite saying that, Harry continued to scroll down.

However, the purpose has changed.

He was looking for templates for the remaining two empty slots.

"Hydra?"

"It can create a mixture of eight deadly toxins. Because each person has a different trick up their sleeve, there are almost countless combinations, and there is almost no antidote."

"No, I don't need to poison anyone."

"Chimera?"

"You can run on water and air, and you won't feel any bumps while riding."

"Uh, I can fly by myself."

"Big eyes".

"What enormous eyes! And what about the mouth, nose, and body?"

"A creature stared at by its gaze cannot move and will have its life force slowly drained until it dies."

"The Petrifying Charm can solve this. Next one."

"Wound Maggot".

"A maggot that can feed on most injuries and illnesses."

"I can use the power of the Magic Immortal Artifact to dispel it."

"Single Dog Curse".

"The person bitten will be infected with the curse of being single."

"This is utterly vicious!"

"Submersible Octopus."

"An octopus with a space on its back that can be used as a submarine."

"In my ghost form, I don't even need to breathe; I can do it myself."

Just when Harry thought he was about to lose the template he needed, an introduction to a Fantastic Beasts caught his attention.

"Mansion Crab".

"The crab has a natural mansion on its back that people can enter. It can absorb nutrients even when its body is buried in the sand, providing a continuous supply of water and food for the mansion."

"Is it really natural?"

Harry suspected it was the work of some lazy wizard.

"However, this is really useful."

Having it means the problems of food and lodging are solved.

Harry had hardly ever taken a creation class, so he couldn't create food using creation magic and could only solve his drinking water problem with the Aguamenti.

Furthermore, the Mansion Crab itself is only the size of a palm, and the mansion on its back looks like an ordinary rock.

When the Mansion Crab's body is buried in the soil, its seclusion is greatly increased.

With that thought, Harry pulled out the parchment and placed it on his left.

Then he looked at the next image and froze. "The Inferno Troll? It's over?"

He then looked to his left, where there were only two lonely pieces of parchment.

It's 6 PM.

The Gryffindor Common Room was bustling with activity.

A birthday party is being held here.

Champion Harry Potter's birthday party.

A banquet that more than half of the world's wizards would like to attend.

Even though they were prevented by geographical, temporal, and physical barriers imposed by Dumbledore, quite a few wizards still managed to come here.

The Weasley family and their relatives.

Petunia Dursley, whom Lily forcibly dragged along.

Snape, who came with Lily, and Horace Slughorn, Harry's investor.

The other three Champion.

Students currently enrolled in Gryffindor, such as Ron, Ginny, and Hermione.

Some Hufflepuff students currently enrolled, such as Basil.

None of the Ravenclaw came (Luna went with another Basil).

Of the Slytherin students, only Draco Malfoy sneaked in.

As a result, the entire lounge was temporarily enlarged by magic, becoming as large as a football field.

However, to the shock of most people, it was not the Weasley family or their relatives who made the outstanding contribution.

It is common knowledge in the Wizarding World that the Weasley family have many relatives and friends.

Even so, it still couldn't compare to the number of people that Horace Slughorn, that 'harmless' fat old man, pulled.

He and his group, known as the Slug Club, occupied most of the lounge.

But no one got annoyed by them because of it.

Because the members of these Slug Club are all well-known figures and leaders in various fields such as Quidditch, politics, business, and journalism.

Right now, Horace Slughorn is talking to Cedric, and his attention seems to be more focused on the Champion than on the banquet.

He gazed at them thoughtfully, as if they were plump, delicious, and juicy quails.

"You're asking who he is?" Dumbledore at Ron and the others' question. "He's an old friend of mine."

"Former Slytherin Head of House, Potions Class Professor."

He noticed the change in Ron and the others' expressions.

"He is different from the average Slytherin. He does not believe in Pure-blood principles; to be precise, he values whether a person is talented, famous, and likely to rise to prominence in the future."

"His circle of friends includes several wizards who are Muggle- born but exceptionally gifted."

"Harry's mother was once his favorite student. He adored her performance in Potions Class and always praised her. He was heartbroken when he learned that Lily had become a housewife after getting married."

"That sounds like a snob." For some reason, Ron felt targeted.

"Ah," Dumbledore, "That is indeed his flaw: vanity and ambition."

"He has a particularly poor judgment when it comes to people who are good-looking or exceptionally talented."

"But you must believe that he is a good man."

"He just really enjoys associating with famous, successful, and powerful people. He likes the feeling of being able to influence them."

"This is what sets him apart from other Slytherin; he never wanted to wield power, but preferred to remain in a secondary position—that way, he had a wider world to explore."

"But," Ron frowned, "How does he get those famous, successful, and powerful people to accept him? He's so purposeful."

As Percy's brother, before Dumbledore took over, Percy had shamelessly flattered his boss Old Crouch, during the summer holidays.

But he couldn't even remember Percy's name.

"Because he has a very unusual ability, a pair of discerning eyes," Dumbledore exclaimed. "He can always pick out those who will excel in various fields. When he was at Hogwarts, he always liked to choose his favorite students, sometimes because of their ambition or wisdom, and sometimes because of their charm or talent."

"In other words, he rushed to invest before others had made their fortunes." Ginny glanced at Ron. "Now I understand why Ron subconsciously dislikes him; it's because he knows he's the kind of student Ron would never take a liking to."

"You—" Ron's ears turned red.

"That was his biggest flaw," Dumbledore regret. "It was also the most controversial aspect of his teaching career: his stark dichotomy in treating students differently. He would invite students he liked or thought had a bright future to dinners and socialize during his free time, while completely disregarding the feelings of those he thought had a bleak future or were not promising."

Ron was speechless, as if he had been categorized by Dumbledore as a student with a bleak future or no potential in Horace Slughorn's eyes.

He snorted coldly and said maliciously, "He's not a professor anymore, and those students probably don't pay any attention to him anymore."

Dumbledore touched his broken nose. "He created a club—with himself at its core and composed of his prized students."

"He introduced them to each other, established useful connections, and they always ended up gaining some benefit."

"Dirk Claysway, the head of the Goblin Liaison Office, still frequently confides valuable inside information about Gringotts to him; Barnabas Cuffe, the editor of the Daily Prophet, always listens to his opinions on current affairs; Ambrose Flume of Honeydukes sends him a gift basket every birthday; and Winog Jones, captain of the Holyhead Harpies, always gives him first-class tickets."

"In short, when he left Hogwarts, many aspiring students who had not yet enrolled lamented that they could not join the Slug Club."

"Percy would really like him," Ginny added.

"Then he must have made mistakes too, like misjudging someone!" Ron retorted.

"Of course he has made mistakes," Dumbledore. "As I said before, he has a particular lack of judgment when it comes to people who are good-looking or exceptionally talented."

"Especially that person has both."

"That's why he had to leave his teaching position."

"In fact, after the curse on the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was lifted, he was already planning to return to teach."

"Where's Professor Moody?" Ron frowned. "And who is that other person?"