Everyday Players at Hogwarts.

Chapter 276 Not Used to Happiness

While Harry and Sirius were in an awkward daze in the living room, Harry couldn't help but ask, "Will Dumbledore come to the birthday party today?"

"Is it Remus?"

"That's right, it's your birthday, he should tell you." Mr. Sirius raised his eyebrows, but soon regained his composure.

"No, I heard it. You were talking too loudly at the time." Harry was speechless, but immediately showed his curiosity. "What is a Horcrux?"

"That's not something you should know at your age." Sirius said seriously, and Harry still looked at him curiously, "Okay, okay, don't make that expression with this face."

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

"I can't resist James, you should know that."

"Okay, listen to me."

"This is just my guess, because the Horcrux is just a more evil magic, but not very sophisticated," Sirius commented.

"Not brilliant? What if it can really prolong life or even prevent death?" Harry looked puzzled.

"Making a Horcrux requires killing."

"And the existence of ghosts has proved the existence of the afterlife."

"All the people we love are waiting for us in that world, and they are only inferior to Voldemort."

"To remain immortal with a Horcrux, one needs to split the soul and hide part of it in an object. This way, even if the body is attacked or destroyed, one will not die, because there is still a part of the soul left in the world without being damaged."

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

"Lockette!" exclaimed Harry.

"Yes, this is very similar to a Horcrux."

"Besides, the most notorious Parseltongue of this century is undoubtedly Voldemort." Sirius nodded.

"But, but why am I also a Parseltongue?"

"As far as I know, our Potter family has no such bloodline." Harry said with a frown.

Unlike the original world line, as a Ravenclaw, he conducted a thorough investigation of his family.

This also ties into what Ryan told him about the Deathly Hallows.

"The Potters are purebloods, and purebloods are related by blood."

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

"It's probably because when Voldemort tried to attack you, he activated the same part of your talent as his - Parseltongue," Sirius guessed.

"Maybe." Harry's mood suddenly turned bad.

He remembered one thing, Gaunt and Potter both came from Peverell. So it was possible that he had the talent of Parseltongue.

But Harry didn't think of this at first. He thought Parseltongue was a talent unique to Slytherin and passed on to Gaunt.

It should have nothing to do with Peverell.

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

"Don't learn from me. There is nothing wrong with knowledge and even talent. If I hadn't given up studying the dark arts, there would be no need for Dumbledore to examine Regulus' body." Sirius said regretfully.

"It works?" Harry was about to object, but he suddenly thought of the Resurrection Stone.

It is the treasure of the Gaunt family. Maybe it contains magic traps. The Gaunt family's unique talent of Parseltongue will come in handy.

"I understand." Harry nodded.

The time soon came to 9 o'clock in the morning, and Sirius went out with a mysterious look on his face, no one knew what he was going to do.

Lupin yawned as he ate the breakfast prepared by Kreacher. Ron and Draco also came out of their rooms with sleepy eyes.

Although their expressions were full of sleepiness, they were also obviously surprised by the brand new look of the Black home.

"I wonder why Sirius went to bed so early yesterday."

"So this was the preparation, and I didn't even know it," said Lupin.

He lowered his head and gently sniffed the flowers blooming on the table entangled by vines.

"Aha, this Gilderoy Lockhart is not a good person after all." The sleepiness in Ron's eyes was immediately dispelled by the Daily Prophet on the table, which was turned to the page about Gilderoy Lockhart's arrest.

In his opinion, the guy his great father hated was definitely not a good person.

“But he should be very good.”

“Those things in his story turned out to be true.”

"I used to think it was a fiction he made up. As for the truth - it must be because he is a Ravenclaw, and his wide range of knowledge makes up for it."

"But I didn't expect that these stories were all stolen."

"And Gilderoy Lockhart was the guy who brought down the wizards who accomplished these great feats by himself."

"It's unbelievable, I thought he was just a fool." Draco sighed.

"This also shows how powerful Ravenclaw is."

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

"And Rita Skeeter, who can sneak into Hogwarts and take pictures."

"Even Professor Flitwick, who looks easy to bully, was a duelling champion when he was young."

"So Draco, you better be careful. If you keep mocking me every day like this, I think your fate will not be better than those wizards knocked down by Gilderoy Lockhart." Ron suddenly said insidiously.

"Come on, Ron!"

"So, Voldemort is still a Slytherin!"

"Why aren't you afraid of me?" Draco raised his eyebrows, indifferent.

Harry did not rashly join in the argument between Draco and Ron. They had had conversations of this level many times before.

Like the last time he overheard the conversation between Sirius and Lupin, alone.

It was also to get some peace and quiet for a while and avoid being disturbed by Ron and Draco.

As for looking at the Black family tree and studying it, 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 darkness."

"This leaves poor old Kreacher with no choice but to leave him for a while and do something else." Kreacher said in a low and hoarse voice, while fiddling around in the kitchen, preparing for today's lunch.

"I see." Harry nodded.

Harry was actually very curious about Regulus' existence.

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

He had experienced Dudley's many times at the Dursleys', but when it came to his own, Harry had no experience at all.

Besides, this is the birthday party of the wizarding world, does he need to give a speech on stage?

What does he need to say in his speech?
And his hair is so unruly that it won't stay put no matter how hard you try. Will it not match his brand new dress robe?
Now that Dumbledore is here, what should he say?
What gift would Dumbledore bring him?
All sorts of strange thoughts filled Harry's mind at this moment. He was not used to feeling so happy.

(End of this chapter)