Harry's Nerves
"Harry! So Voldemort is probably dead!" Ron exclaimed in surprise.
The Doraemon Dog Kingdom book in my hand fell to the ground.
"Oh dear! My book—this is the latest edition, I snatched it from Diagon Alley the day before yesterday! That damn Voldemort!" Ron said with heartache. In the comic book on the ground, Luke Walker was once again begging Doraemon to keep the dog.
"Ron, didn't you hear what Harry said?"
"According to Lupin and Sirius's speculation, our Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor next semester is very likely to be a Horcrux."
"Besides the Locket and that professor, Voldemort must have had other Horcrux. Otherwise, Dumbledore would have just destroyed the Horcrux that the professor represented, and Voldemort would have been finished," Draco said, frowning.
"Well, poor Luke, he can't even have a puppy. Is his mom Padme really his biological mother? I wonder if Luke is an orphan like Harry, and was just adopted," Ron said.
After learning that Voldemort might not be dead, he carelessly shifted his attention to the plot of "Doraemon Dog Kingdom".
"Ron! I have a mom and dad! What orphan!" Harry, though good-natured, couldn't help but be angered by Ron's words.
If he knew Ron well, he would have thought Ron was being sarcastic.
"Ron, you're great in every way, except you have a mouth," Draco said sarcastically.
"Ah, right, right." Ron didn't pay any attention to what Draco said. He looked at Harry, his ears turning red. "Harry —I—I didn't—I didn't notice."
"Alright, Ron, I know what kind of person you are," Harry waved his hand, indicating that he didn't mind.
He then winked at Draco.
I also think it might be better if Ron were mute.
After a moment, Ron exclaimed, "So, Harry, Dumbledore will be at your birthday party tomorrow too!" His blue eyes widened.
"You're only just finding out?"
"Dumbledore came by last time, when we were at Harry's house," Draco said.
He thought Ron was making a big fuss over nothing.
"This is completely different, it's Harry's birthday!"
"It's such a downer to have weirdos showing up at your birthday party," Ron said indignantly, as if it were his own birthday.
Moreover, if Dumbledore comes, he won't be able to have any fun.
"Dumbledore isn't exactly a spoilsport," Harry said.
As the first respectable wizard Harry knew after learning about the Wizarding World, besides Hagrid and his parents, Harry had a special affection for Dumbledore.
He was mentioned by Hagrid and even Ron in particular.
Harry suddenly thought that perhaps Draco's previous speculations about Dumbledore weren't entirely unfounded.
Dumbledore himself may not have intended to guide Harry to idolize him, but Dumbledore was so famous that how could Harry, who knew of his deeds, not be biased towards him?
"I've never celebrated my birthday before."
"As you all know, this is the first time I've ever had a proper birthday celebration."
"Besides Dumbledore, I hope Hagrid, Ryan, and everyone else in our dormitory can come to my birthday party—and your parents too," Harry said shyly, rubbing the back of his head that he couldn't seem to smooth out.
"Harry, I don't think my mom and dad are really suitable to come," Draco said with a dry laugh.
He felt that his parents would definitely be disappointed when they arrived.
After all, they were all Death Eaters, and any wizard in the Britain Wizarding World knew that they were on Voldemort's side.
"Yes, it's probably not suitable for my family to come."
"With Regulus around this time, Sirius is clearly not willing to let others know of his existence."
"Although we are related to Sirius's family, but—" Ron stammered.
He felt it was also a bit disrespectful to Harry that his own parents couldn't attend Harry's birthday party.
"Well, I know that's unlikely, with Regulus around." Harry nodded dejectedly.
The next day arrived quickly, and Harry groggily woke up from the ornately carved bed.
To be honest, the bed was so soft that Harry felt a little weak all over.
Long velvet Veil covered the high windows, and the snake sculptures on the chandeliers made Harry want to hiss all the time.
This reminded him of the unpleasant fact that he Parseltongue.
In fact, we can see from Professor Snape and Draco that Slytherin is not a house full of nasty people.
At best, it's an academy made up of annoying people and nice people who look like annoying people.
Parseltongue is arguably one of the most notable talents of one of the Founders Hogwarts.
But Harry still couldn't help feeling a little resistant.
His eyes fell on the wall sockets, which, unlike those in the Muggle world, held candle stubs, with solidified wax dripping down like ice crystals.
It's strange, to be honest, after living in the Wizarding World for so many days, he's actually starting to miss the Muggle world.
Aside from the amazing magic, some aspects of the Wizarding World are more like the Middle Ages.
Harry shook his head.
He suddenly noticed a beautiful and gorgeous robe by his bedside. It was dark green with intricate and elegant patterns woven with gold thread at the cuffs and collar.
Harry picked it up and found a piece of parchment underneath that read:
Today is your birthday, and I've chosen a formal gown for you. I think it will make your eye color look even more beautiful.
Your favorite Sirius
Formal dress or long robe?
Harry still didn't quite understand the customs of the Wizarding World, but this should be something similar to a suit, used for formal occasions.
As for why there was suddenly an extra piece of clothing, it must have been Kreacher's doing.
Although Kreacher is not as uninhibited as other House-elf in appearing before wizards, he still maintains the habits of House-elf when doing things—doing everything discreetly so as not to be discovered by his master.
That's how the House-elf at Hogwarts are, Harry thought.
Wearing a formal dress, I opened the carved door and was greeted by all kinds of flowers and plants.
Ivy-like plants shaded the beautiful silver satin-like wall, which was covered with bell-shaped flowers.
As Harry looked at them, a voice, like a choir singing, kept emerging from the flower: Happy Birthday Harry Potter!
In the corridor, the ancestors of the Black House on the walls, though looking disgusted, perhaps due to Sirius's orders, also gave these flowers and plants stiff smiles.
Harry looked at the clock, which was also decorated with flowers and plants: it was 6:30.
Harry then realized why there was no sign of anyone alive in the Black House at this time.
They should still be resting in their bedrooms.
He was so excited about his birthday that he woke up early.
Harry shook his head and walked into the living room.