Unaccustomed to Happiness

While Harry and Sirius stood awkwardly in the living room, Harry couldn't help but ask, "Dumbledore be at the birthday party today?"

"Is it Remus?"

"That's right, it's your birthday, he should tell you too." Mr. Sirius raised an eyebrow, but soon returned to his calm.

"No, I heard it. You guys were talking too loudly." Harry looked speechless, but then immediately showed curiosity. "What are Horcrux?"

"This is not something you should know at your age," Sirius said seriously, while Harry still looked at him with curiosity. "Okay, okay, don't make that face."

"You know Harry, you look a lot like James."

"You should know that I can't resist James."

"Okay, listen to me."

"This is just my guess, because Horcrux are just a rather evil form of magic, but not very sophisticated," Sirius commented.

"Not clever? If it can really prolong life, or even make you immortal, then what?" Harry asked, puzzled.

"Making Horcrux requires killing."

"Moreover, the existence of ghosts has already proven the existence of the Afterlife."

"All the people we love are waiting for us in that world, and they are not clever only compared to Voldemort."

"To remain immortal through Horcrux, one must split the soul and hide one part in an object. This way, even if the body is attacked or destroyed, one will not die because a part of the soul remains unharmed in the human world."

"Splitting one's own soul is too costly, and no one dares to try it," Sirius said helplessly.

"Locket!" Harry exclaimed.

"Yes, it's very similar to Horcrux."

"And the most notorious Parseltongue of this century has to be Voldemort." Sirius nodded.

"But, but why do I also Parseltongue?"

"As far as I know, our Potter family doesn't have that bloodline," Harry said, frowning.

Unlike the original timeline, as Ravenclaw, he thoroughly investigated his own family.

This is also related to Ryan telling him about the Deathly Hallows.

"The Potter family are Pure-blood, and Pure-blood are naturally related by blood."

"This also includes the Gaunt family, the descendants of Slytherin."

"I guess Voldemort activated the same talent you have in him when he tried to attack you— Parseltongue," Sirius guessed.

"Maybe." Harry's mood suddenly soured.

He remembered something: Gaunt and Potter both came from Peverell. So, it wasn't impossible that he had a talent for Parseltongue.

But Harry didn't expect this at first. He thought Parseltongue was a unique talent of Slytherin that had been passed down to Gaunt.

It shouldn't have anything to do with Peverell.

"Harry, this is also your talent. Don't resist it. Maybe it will come in handy someday."

"Don't learn from me. Knowledge and talent are not wrong. If I hadn't given up studying Dark Magic, Dumbledore wouldn't have had to examine Regulus's body," Sirius said regretfully.

"Works?" Harry was about to retort when he suddenly thought of the Resurrection Stone.

It's a treasure of the House of Gaunt, and it might even contain a magical trap. The House of Gaunt's unique talent, Parseltongue, would then come into play.

"I understand," Harry nodded.

Time quickly came to 9 a. m., Sirius went out with a mysterious look on his face, not knowing what he wanted to do.

Lupin yawned as he ate the breakfast Kreacher had prepared.

Ron and Draco also emerged from their rooms, still half-asleep.

Although their expressions were sleepy, they were also clearly surprised by the completely renovated Black House.

"Why did Sirius go to bed so early yesterday?"

"So that's what it was all for. I didn't even know," Lupin said.

He lowered his head and gently smelled the blooming flowers on the table, which were entwined with vines.

"Ah, this Gilderoy Lockhart is definitely no good person." Ron's sleepiness was instantly cleared away by the Daily Prophet on the table, which was turned to show the page with Gilderoy Lockhart's arrest.

In his opinion, the guy his great dad hated must not be a good person.

"But he must be very capable."

"The things in his story were actually true."

"I used to think it was a fictional story he made up. As for the truth—it must be because he's Ravenclaw, and his broad knowledge makes up for that."

"But I never imagined that all these stories were stolen."

"Moreover, Gilderoy Lockhart took down the wizards who had accomplished these great feats all by himself."

"It's unbelievable, I thought he was just a good-for-nothing," Draco exclaimed.

"This also shows how amazing Ravenclaw is."

"Look at Lockhart, he took down so many powerful wizards and altered their memories."

"And Rita Skeeter, who can sneak into Hogwarts to take photos."

"Even Professor Flitwick, who seems easy to bully, was a dueling champion in his youth."

"So Draco, you'd better watch out. If you keep mocking me like this every day, I don't think your fate will be any better than those wizards Gilderoy Lockhart took down," Ron suddenly said sinisterly.

"Come on, Ron!"

"So Voldemort was originally from Slytherin!"

"Aren't you afraid of me?" Draco raised an eyebrow, unmoved.

Harry, standing to the side, didn't rashly Draco the argument between Draco and Ron; they had already had this kind of conversation many times before.

Like last time when he overheard Sirius and Lupin's conversation, he was all alone.

It was also for the sake of temporary peace and quiet, to avoid being disturbed by Ron and Draco.

As for looking at and studying the Black House genealogy, it was just to pass the time.

"Kreacher, isn't Regulus coming out for dinner?" Harry asked curiously.

"Master Harry, Master Regulus is sleeping. He prefers the dark now."

"This forces poor old Kreacher to leave him for the time being and do something else," Kreacher said in a low, hoarse voice as he busied himself in the kitchen preparing lunch.

"I see." Harry nodded.

Harry was actually quite curious about Regulus's existence.

But what he was most curious about today was what his birthday party would look like.

He had experienced Dudley's many times at the Dursley family, but Harry had no experience with his own.

Moreover, this is a birthday celebration for the Wizarding World; does he need to give a speech on stage?

What should he say in a speech?

And his hair is so unruly, I can't seem to get it tucked in. Doesn't it look bad with his brand new formal gown?

Dumbledore here, what will he say?

What gift will Dumbledore bring him?

A series of bizarre and wonderful thoughts filled Harry's mind at this moment; he was not yet used to such a blissful feeling.