Grindelwald's Great-Aunt

The two children's birthdays fell on the same day, and Daisy had just broken free from the shackles that had tormented her for years. For the Potter family, this was double the joy, so the birthday party was made much more grand.

The Potter couple ordered beautiful birthday cakes for their two children. Sirius even bought birthday candles that would pop out little fireballs when burned, and Lupin's decorations would all have pretty fan bubbles.

Lily put colorful pointed Wizard Hat on both children. Harry's hat had a small Flying Broomstick that kept circling around it, while Daisy's hat had little flowers that would bloom on their own as soon as they put it on.

The candles were lit, and the adorable little fire figures jumped out and danced clumsily. After the two little wizards, their faces flushed and excited, finished making their wishes, they blew out the candles. A ball of light slowly floated out from the candle wick, eventually forming the words: "May all your wishes come true."

Sirius chuckled to himself, then quietly extended his wand and tapped it. The cake in front of Harry suddenly moved and slammed onto Harry's face.

"Sirius!" Harry, his face covered in cream, grabbed a cake and started chasing Sirius while laughing loudly. Daisy, standing to the side, was doubled over with laughter, and everyone in the room was in an uproar.

Only after everyone's face was covered in cream did they begin to enjoy their sumptuous dinner with smiles.

Mrs. Potter's cooking skills were as superb as her Potions skills. Sean had never tasted such delicious vegetable soup, and he even suspected that some kind of Potions ingredient had been added to it.

After the feast, everyone slumped in their chairs with bulging bellies, except for Daisy. It seemed that the Blood Curse and the Obscurus drained too much of her nutrition. After recovering from her illness, her appetite was completely disproportionate to her thin body, and she ate more than the adults present.

Sean was even worried that her stomach would burst, but Sirius, who was leaning lazily back in his chair, smiled and explained to him, "Daisy needs to replenish her nutrition right now, and this situation will last for about six months."

After Daisy swallowed the last piece of lamb, she licked her lips with lingering satisfaction and finally gave a contented smile.

The little girl's cute eyes darted around and landed on Sean's smiling face. She blushed and then secretly pushed the plate piled high with bones toward Harry.

Sean pretended not to see it and looked away, discussing Herbology with Neville beside him.

As dusk fell, the birthday party finally came to an end. Harry and Daisy both received a ton of birthday gifts. Sean gave Harry a brand new windproof cloak so he wouldn't get too wet when playing Quidditch in the wind and rain.

He gave Daisy a delicate bracelet, and after the little girl opened the package, Sean received a joyful hug.

This made Harry and Sirius a little Envy.

Sean smiled helplessly as Daisy released him. It was alright now; if Daisy were still this enthusiastic at school, and Snape happened to see them...

Sean suspected he would lose fifty points for stepping into the Potions Classroom with his left foot first...

After seeing off the Longbottom family and Lupin, Daisy picked up a plate containing a piece of birthday cake she had left behind.

"Daisy, do you want to eat cake before bed?" James asked with a doting expression.

"No, this is for Bathilda Bagshot," Daisy shook her head, then looked at Lily. "Mom, may I take this cake to her?"

"Oh, she hasn't been feeling well lately, so I brought her a dessert during the day. But she definitely won't refuse your cake," Lily said with a smile, patting Daisy's head.

"Bathilda Bathilda?" Hermione exclaimed in surprise, "The author of A History of Magic?"

Lily nodded. "Yes, a most talented writer of History of Magic. She has always had a good relationship with our family. She used to often make Cauldron Cake for us. However, her health has not been very good these past two years. I invited her to my birthday party, but she didn't seem to understand what I meant."

Sirius chimed in, "A very interesting old lady, though Old Bathilda is quite senile now. After all, she lived here when the Dumbledore moved to Godric's Hollow. I remember when I came to stay with James when I was in school, she made me juice from the Weeping Fruit, but without sugar."

"Unsweetened Weeping Fruit ..." James seemed to recall some unpleasant memory, and he even shivered.

Daisy, holding the cake, blinked her beautiful eyes and asked, "Can I deliver a cake?"

"Of course, child."

So, that night in Godric's Hollow, the children went out together, and Sean went along too; he was quite curious about Bathilda Bagshot.

To be precise, he has a bit of a trauma.

In the original storyline, Bathilda was killed by Voldemort, and then Nagini disguised herself as the old lady to attack Harry, a look that was quite unsettling.

However, the other party should just be an old lady with declining memory now.

Led by Harry, the group headed toward the Dumbledore's old house. Daisy was so focused on carrying the plate that she almost tripped.

Sean smiled and took the cake from the little girl, then chatted with Harry: "Is Bathilda Bagshot very close to Professor Dumbledore's old house?"

"Yes, they were practically neighbors," Harry nodded. "I heard from my father that when the Dumbledore moved in, only Bathilda Bagshot was really familiar with them in the whole Godric's Hollow. When they moved away, the old lady was quite sad about it."

Why did Professor Dumbledore move away?

Harry shrugged. "I don't know. To be precise, my dad and the others don't know much. They just know that something bad seemed to have happened."

Sean nodded thoughtfully. Dumbledore and Grindelwald should have met in Godric's Hollow. As for the bad things, they were probably still related to Ariana, but the specifics should be different from what he remembered.

After all, if their conflict had resulted in Ariana's death, Dumbledore would never have reconciled with Grindelwald.

As they spoke, they arrived at a garden overgrown with vines. The owner of the garden was clearly exhausted, as the dilapidated state of the place was comparable to Dumbledore's old house.

Harry led them to the wooden door, knocked loudly, and called out, "Bathilda Bagshot, it's me, Harry, and Daisy."

He turned around and explained, "If I don't speak this loudly, she won't be able to hear me."