Everyday Players at Hogwarts.

Chapter 274 Nervous Harry

"Harry! So Voldemort is probably dead!" Ron said in surprise.

The "Doraemon and Dog Kingdom" in his hand fell to the ground.

"Oh no! My book - this is the latest edition. I went to Diagon Alley and grabbed it the day before yesterday! Damn Voldemort!" Ron said distressedly. In the comic book on the ground, Luke Skywalker was acting cute with Doraemon again, trying to keep the dog.

"Ron, didn't you hear what Harry said?"

"According to the speculation of Lupin and Sirius, our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor next semester is very likely to be a Horcrux."

"And Voldemort must have other Horcruxes besides the locket and that professor, otherwise Dumbledore would have simply destroyed the Horcrux represented by that professor, and Voldemort would be doomed." Draco said with a frown.

"Okay, but Luke is so pitiful that he can't even keep a puppy. Is his mother Padme really his biological mother? I wonder if Luke is an orphan like Harry and he was just adopted." Ron said.

After learning that Voldemort might not be dead, he generously turned his attention to the plot of "Doraemon and Dog Kingdom".

"Ron! I have a mom and a dad! What orphan!" Although Harry was good-tempered, he couldn't help but be angered by Ron's words.

If he didn't know Ron, he would have thought Ron was mocking him.

"Ron, you're good in everything except your mouth," Draco said sarcastically.

"Ah, right." Ron didn't pay any attention to what Draco said. He looked at Harry and his ears turned red. "Harry - I - I didn't just - I didn't pay attention."

"Come on, Ron, I know what kind of person you are." Harry waved his hand to indicate that he didn't care.

At the same time he winked at Draco.

I also think it might be better if Ron was mute.

After a pause, "So, Dumbledore will also come to your birthday tomorrow, Harry!" Ron widened his blue eyes.

"You just know."

"Dumbledore came last time, when we were at Harry's house," said Draco.

He thought Ron was making too much of a fuss.

"This is totally different, it's Harry's birthday!"

"It's a bit of a letdown to have some weird people show up on your birthday," Ron said indignantly, as if it were his birthday.

Besides, if Dumbledore came, he wouldn't be able to have fun.

"Dumbledore isn't much of a killjoy," said Harry.

As the first decent wizard Harry knew after learning about the wizarding world, besides Hagrid and his parents, he had a special feeling for Dumbledore.

Especially Hagrid and even Ron kept mentioning him.

Perhaps Draco's previous suspicions about Dumbledore were not groundless, Harry suddenly thought.

Dumbledore himself may not have guided Harry to worship him, but Dumbledore himself was too famous. Knowing his deeds, how could Harry not be biased towards him?

"I've never celebrated my birthday before."

"As you all know, this is my first proper birthday."

"Besides Dumbledore, I hope Hagrid, Ryan, and everyone else in our dormitory can come to my birthday party - oh, and your parents too." Harry said sheepishly, shyly touching the back of his head that couldn't be smoothed out.

"Harry, I don't think it's appropriate for my parents to come." Draco laughed dryly.

He felt that his parents would be very disappointed when they arrived here.

After all, they are all Death Eaters, and all wizards in the British wizarding world know that they are on Voldemort's side.

"Yeah, I'm afraid it's not appropriate for our family to come." "Regulus is here this time, and Sirius obviously doesn't want others to know of his existence."

"Although we are relatives to Sirius's family, but--" Ron also stammered.

He felt that it was also a bit disrespectful to Harry that his parents could not attend Harry's birthday party.

"Well, I actually understand that this is unlikely, with Regulus here." Harry nodded dejectedly.

The next day came quickly and Harry woke up dazed from the large carved bed.

To be honest, the bed was too soft and Harry felt a little weak.

There were long velvet draperies covering the high windows, and a serpentine sculpture on the chandelier that made Harry want to hiss all the time.

It reminded him of the pesky fact that he was a Parseltongue.

In fact, from Professor Snape and Draco, we can see that Slytherin is not a house full of annoying people.

At most, it is an academy composed of annoying people and nice people who look like annoying people.

Parseltongue was, after all, the most notable gift of one of the founders of Hogwarts.

But Harry couldn't help but feel a little repulsed.

His eyes looked at the sockets on the wall. Unlike in the Muggle world, they were filled with candle ends, with solidified candle wax dripping like ice crystals.

It was really strange. To be honest, after living in the wizarding world for so many days, he actually began to miss the Muggle world.

Aside from the magic, there are aspects of the wizarding world that feel more like the Middle Ages.

Harry shook his head.

He suddenly found a beautiful and gorgeous robe at the head of his bed. It was dark green in color, with intricate and elegant patterns woven into it by gold thread on the cuffs and collar.

Harry picked it up and found a parchment slip underneath, which read:

It's your birthday today and I picked out a dress robe for you that I thought would bring out the color of your eyes even more beautifully.

Your favorite Sirius
A dress 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 work.

Although Kreacher is not as unashamed to appear in front of wizards as other elves, he still maintains the habits of house-elf when doing things - doing everything in secret without being discovered by his master.

That was the way with the house-elves at Hogwarts, Harry thought.

Put on the dress, open the carved door, and what comes into view are all kinds of flowers and plants.

Ivy-like plants cover the beautiful silver satin walls, topped with wind chime-like flowers.

As Harry looked at them, voices like a choir continued to emerge from the flowers: Happy Birthday, Harry Potter!
In the corridor, the Black ancestors on the walls looked disgusted, but perhaps due to Sirius's orders, they also showed stiff smiles to these flowers and plants.

Harry looked at the clock which was also decorated with flowers and plants: the time was half past six.

It was then that Harry realized why there was no sign of a living person in the Black family at this time.

They should still be resting in their bedrooms.

He got up early because he was so excited about his birthday today.

Harry shook his head and walked towards the living room.

(End of this chapter)