Happy Birthday

With a helpless sigh, Gemini flipped over and leaped from the observatory. Guided by webbing, he landed on the flat ground not far below the Gryffindor tower after a few leaps.

"Whoa... that webbing looks really cool. How did you make it? Can he sell us some?"

The twins, Fred and George, peered curiously from the observatory's railing.

"I think, without Mr. Fox's strong physique, the only outcome for you two using that stuff would be breaking your necks," Dumbledore advised kindly.

"Not necessarily," Fred said, pinching his chin thoughtfully. "Maybe we'd get stuck on the railings."

"And end up with our balls skewered."

"Oh, heavens, that sounds terrifying!"

"I can already feel a chill down there."

The twins' words made Dumbledore chuckle. He truly appreciated them; no matter the situation, they always managed to bring laughter to others.

Meanwhile, Gemini had already set up fireworks on the flat ground. They were just ordinary fireworks, classified as logistics support in the Weapon Shop. For instance, setting off fireworks to celebrate a victory in war. Of course, that wasn't the most absurd thing; the Weapon Shop even sold white flags...

At the same time, in the Gryffindor tower, the girls' dormitory.

Hermione, under the dim lamplight, leaned against her headboard, quietly reading her book. She held a thick magic tome in her arms, her expression somewhat distracted. Midnight meant her birthday, her first birthday spent away from home, and her first birthday without a gift. Fred was right; no one would go to bed on time when their birthday was the next day, at least not young people.

Frustrated, she closed the magic book and leaned back against the headboard, quietly recalling the events of the past few months. One morning, she suddenly received a letter from Hogwarts, informing her that she was a little wizard. Then, Professor McGonagall visited that afternoon, and she encountered Gemini in the garden. He was carrying a baseball bat, with that pathetic little fatty under his feet; apart from his handsome face, he looked like a ruffian. The next day, they went to Diagon Alley, a place filled with wizards and many interesting things. After that, they arrived at Hogwarts and were sorted into Gryffindor. Here, away from her parents, she had to face everything alone. She regretted not buying an owl; otherwise, she could have sent letters home. Ever since arriving at Hogwarts, Hermione had been filled with apprehension. Many of her classmates came from wizarding families, and she worried about falling behind in her studies, making mistakes, and being looked down upon because she was Muggle-born. Thus, she studied relentlessly, wanting to become even better. Hermione was proud, but also deeply insecure. Beneath her excellent grades lay a heart filled with anxiety and fear.

Whoosh————

BOOM!!!!

Suddenly, a brilliant red light burst outside the window, illuminating Hermione's fair face. She rolled out of bed and went to the window. The red light exploded, transforming into a golden waterfall cascading from the sky. The golden light instantly imprinted itself on Hermione's clear pupils.

"The east wind scatters flowers on trees at night, and blows down stars like rain."

The little girl hadn't experienced the profound depth of Chinese culture, but faced with such beautiful fireworks, everyone in the world would likely feel the same. Immediately after, as if a gunpowder keg had been lit, dozens of lights of various colors shot into the sky. Clusters upon clusters of fireworks completely enveloped the sky above Hogwarts Castle. The colorful, brilliant fireworks bloomed wantonly in the sky, creating a fantastical beauty against the backdrop of the ancient castle. Hermione stood entranced by the window, a tear involuntarily welling up in the corner of her eye.

Her dorm mates, Parvati and Lavender, had been awakened by the sound of the fireworks and were now standing by another window, excitedly jumping up and down.

Swish—

A strand of webbing stuck to the window, and then, a dark figure appeared before it. Meeting Hermione's startled gaze, Gemini tapped on the window with a smile.

"Gemini? How did you..." Hermione opened the window, then seemed to realize something and couldn't help but ask, "Were you the one who set off the fireworks?"

"Happy birthday, Miss Granger," Gemini said with a gentle smile, waving to Parvati and Lavender, who were gaping beside him. "Good evening, sorry to disturb you. Would you like to join us?"

Parvati and Lavender exchanged glances and couldn't help but giggle. "No, we won't intrude. We hope you have fun."

Gemini nodded gently, and then...

Swish—

A strand of webbing attached to Hermione's pajamas. Gemini pulled, wrapping one arm around the girl's soft waist, and leaped out of the tower amidst Hermione's surprised cry.

After a few leaps, they returned to the observatory. Fred and George immediately cheered loudly. Dumbledore, wiping a tear from his eye, gazed wistfully at the fireworks still blooming in the sky.

"Youth is truly wonderful..."

At this moment, the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw towers were brightly lit. Students had gotten out of bed and gathered by their windows, watching the grand fireworks display.

Gemini had set off quite a few fireworks to distract Old Filch, enough to keep him busy for a while.

"Professor Dumbledore... and Fred and George?"

With her flushed cheeks, Hermione was put down by Gemini. She looked at the three people in front of her in astonishment.

"Good evening, Miss Granger," Dumbledore smiled kindly. "It's exactly midnight, so... happy birthday."

"Happy birthday, Miss Know-it-all," the twins said with a grin.

Hermione glanced at Gemini blankly, then opened her mouth hesitantly, "Does Hogwarts have a tradition of celebrating birthdays for new students?"

"Naturally, no," Dumbledore thought for a moment. "But it's a good suggestion."

"Are we going to amend the school rules, Professor?" Fred's eyes lit up. "We can help."

"I think we'll pass on that," Dumbledore kindly declined Fred's offer. "I ran into Mr. Fox on my way during my Night Wandering, and he seemed to want to help you celebrate your birthday. So, the two of us went to the kitchens to make a birthday cake, but unfortunately, our Astronomy class ended a bit early today."

Gemini waved his hand, and a huge birthday cake appeared before everyone.

Hermione looked at Gemini in surprise. She hadn't paid much attention to the cake.

"How did you know it was my birthday?"

Gemini shrugged. "Hogwarts has a room that records the names of all wizards born in Britain. I happened to see it."

"Ha, we've been to that room too," Fred said excitedly.

"We even tried to see if we could change some names."

"As a result, George got his hand pricked by that Quill..."

Hermione: "..."

"Now, make a wish, Miss Granger," Dumbledore waved his hand, and a small lit candle appeared directly above the cake.

"Should we sing you a birthday song?" George suggested.

Gemini smiled. "Let's skip the birthday song..."

"Happy birthday to you—"

Before Gemini could finish, Dumbledore and the twins had already started singing...

Damn it! Son of a bitch!