People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning..

Chapter 313 Harry’s Birthday

Hermione was a little surprised. She had heard that Percy's summon was also a bird-snake, and Ron obviously wanted something special, so wouldn't this be a coincidence?

But she didn't care too much. Hermione's mind was completely immersed in the Cat Panther Princess and the box that imitated the Appalachian Mountains in North America. Secondly, she continued her great cause of turning spells into talismans.

Ron's gift arrived on the 31st.

The time is 6am and the mailing address is next to Hagrid's hut.

Ron got up early at 5 o'clock, rushed to Hagrid's place wet in the morning mist, and never came back.

It was not until noon that he walked into the lounge with his head held high.

"Occamy!"

A two-legged, snake-like creature with feathers and wings appeared in Ron's hand.

As he raised his hands, the body of the silver-blue snake-like creature continued to grow larger, finally occupying the entire ceiling and hovering above it.

"Look, I have a feathered serpent!"

Hermione finally understood why Ron wanted to get the bird and snake even after the car crash.

Because, if the color is changed and the legs are removed, the bird snake will look similar to the feathered serpent that Cedric transformed.

Seven points similar.

"He would be beaten to death if he did that in Hufflepuff," said Bagel.

If it hadn't been for this scene, without the ability to read minds, he wouldn't have thought that Ron was doing this.

The bird snake is a magical animal native to Asia, and for it, Bajir has always been an image in the game - a bird head with a long neck sitting in a silver pot.

Instead of the current silver-blue snake with wings and legs.

Ginny frowned, but thinking that today was Harry's birthday and the gift was from Harry, she didn't say anything sarcastic.

She looked at the dark screen, even though she couldn't see it, there was something more important on it.

Still in that bathroom, still naked.

He is receiving his birthday present.

Each piece of parchment in front of him represented a powerful magical animal that did not exist in his world.

And he is in the process of choosing.

The first thing he abandoned was the shadowless monster.

The Hagrid in this world doesn't know that he was the one who secretly kidnapped the Shadowless Monster and made it into a card.

"Flame monster."

"There are giant monsters living in volcanoes and swimming in lava?"

Troll is a 4x level magical creature with amazing strength but very low intelligence.

Not humanoid, their appearance and habitat vary: mountain trolls, forest trolls, river trolls.

But this was the first time he had seen a giant monster that lived in a volcano, reeked of sulfur and emitted fire all over its body, and could fall into the lava and be resurrected as long as its head was intact.

As if sensing Harry's gaze, the photo on the parchment turned into a three-dimensional projection. As long as he input magical power, the fire demon giant would be teleported to the bathroom.

It is not at all as ugly as its peers.

Obsidian armor-like muscles covered its entire body, including its head, and the gaps between its eyes and muscles emitted a fiery red light.

It was as if magma solidified into a human shape and then partially cooled.

Rather than a magical creature, it is more like a golem made of stone.

"Never mind." Harry forced himself to look away from it.

Although the fire monster is mighty, it may not be of any use to him in the next trial.

The ability of his magic fairy weapon is "shield", which can consume magic power to dispel all negative states, rebound, fatigue, sadness and other simple concepts.

He didn't need an extra shield, and he was so conspicuous.

The thought of giving up appeared, and the projection of the fire demon giant disappeared, and the parchment automatically flew to the bottom.

"Phoenix?"

"Aren't they all magical animals that don't exist in my world?"

What appeared on the parchment was a phoenix, a magical creature that Harry had come into contact with and was very familiar with.

Harry was a little tempted, but then shook his head.

The Phoenix's tears, which could ignore magic seals and teleport instantly, heal wounds and cure all poisons, were of no use to him.

[Road] has reached the ghost form of [Soul of Pure Love], which can treat wizards like solid obstacles and ignore most magic.

Although his flying speed was not as fast as Krum's, he did not need to Apparate.

The only thing that made Harry a little moved was the Phoenix's inspiring singing.

"To be determined."

As Harry said this, he was about to pull the parchment away and put it aside for later consideration, but when he actually touched it, he realized that the name on it was wrong.

"Ditto Phoenix."

He looked down quickly. "Ditto, like Boggart and Shadowless, is a magical animal whose true appearance is unknown to anyone."

"While still in the mother's womb, a powerful magical animal will be selected in advance as a template, and it will be born in the appearance of that magical animal. And it can perfectly simulate all the abilities of that magical animal."

"So powerful? By 'Hundred Changes', do you mean it can change into a hundred different forms?"

Harry continued, "The maximum number of templates a Ditto can remember is three."

“Not a hundred kinds.”

Although Harry was a little disappointed, he was still tempted.

This Ditto has already memorized the Phoenix, which means there are still two vacancies.

"It's you!"

Although Harry said this, he continued to scroll down.

However, the purpose has changed.

He is looking for a template for the remaining two vacancies.

"Eight-headed snake?"

"It can create a mixture of eight deadly toxins. Because each brain has a different trick, there are almost countless combinations, and it is almost impossible to find an antidote."

"No, I don't need to poison you."

"A goat-headed sphinx?"

“You can ride on water and air without feeling any bumps.”

"Well, I can fly myself."

"big eyes."

"What a huge eye. Where's the mouth, nose and body?"

"A creature that is stared at by it cannot move, and its energy will be slowly plundered until it dies."

"The petrification spell can solve it, next person."

"Injured maggots."

"Maggots that can feed on most injuries."

"I can use the power of the magic fairy weapon to dispel it."

"Single dog." "The person bitten will be infected with the curse of being single."

“This is so vicious!”

"Diving octopus."

"An octopus with space on its back that can be used as a submarine."

"In ghost mode, I don't even need to breathe. I can do it on my own."

Just when Harry thought he was about to lose the template he needed, an introduction to magical creatures caught his attention.

"Mansion Crab."

"The crab has a natural mansion on its back that people can enter. It can absorb nutrients even when its body is buried in the sand, providing a constant supply of water and food for the mansion."

“Is it really natural?”

Harry wondered if this was the work of some lazy wizard.

"But... this is really useful."

With it, the problems of food and accommodation are solved.

After all, Harry had hardly taken any creation classes, and he was simply incapable of making food using creation magic. He could only solve the problem of drinkable water by using the Water Purification Charm.

Moreover, the mansion crab itself is only the size of a palm, and the mansion on its back looks like an ordinary stone.

When the mansion crab's body is buried in the soil, its concealment is greatly increased.

Thinking of this, Harry pulled out the parchment and put it to his left hand.

Then he looked at the next one and was stunned. "Balloy giant? It's over?"

He looked to his left again, where there were only two lonely pieces of parchment.

The time is 6pm.

The Gryffindor common room was bustling with activity.

A birthday party is being held here.

Warrior Harry Potter's birthday party.

A banquet that more than half of the wizards in the world want to attend.

Even though they were blocked by geography, time, and Dumbledore's physical barriers, there were still many wizards who came here.

The Weasleys and their relatives.

Petunia Dursley, who was dragged here by Lily.

Snape, who came with Lily, and Harry's investors like Horace Slughorn.

The other three warriors.

Gryffindor students at school, such as Ron, Ginny, and Hermione.

Some Hufflepuff students in school, such as Basil.

None of the Ravenclaws came (Luna went with another Basil).

The only Slytherin student who came was Draco Malfoy, who sneaked in.

As a result, the entire lounge was temporarily expanded by magic and became as big as a football field.

However, what shocked most people was that it was not the Weasleys and their relatives who made the most significant contribution.

It is common knowledge in the wizarding world that the Weasley family has many relatives and powerful people.

But even so, it was still not as many people as the "harmless" fat old man Horace Slughorn.

He and his group, known as the Slug Club, took up most of the lounge.

But no one is annoyed by them.

Because all the members of these slug clubs are well-known figures and leaders in various fields such as Quidditch, politics, business and journalism.

And now, Horace Slughorn was communicating with Cedric, and his attention seemed to be more focused on several warriors rather than the banquet.

He looked at them thoughtfully, as if they were plump, juicy quails.

"Who is he, you ask?" Dumbledore smiled softly in response to Ron and the others' inquiry. "He is an old friend of mine."

"Former Head of Slytherin and Potions Professor."

He noticed the change in Ron and the others' eyes.

"He is different from ordinary Slytherins. He does not believe in pure-bloodism. To be more precise, he values ​​others' talents, whether they are famous, and whether they will be successful in the future."

"His circle of friends includes several wizards who come from Muggle families but are extremely talented."

"Harry's mother was once his favorite student. He was obsessed with her performance in Potions class and was always willing to endorse her. He was very sad when he learned that Lily became a housewife after getting married."

"Sounds like a snob." Ron felt targeted for some reason.

"Ah," Dumbledore nodded, "These are indeed his shortcomings: vanity and snobbery."

"He was particularly ill-judged about people who were good-looking or gifted."

"But you have to believe that he is a good man."

"He just loved hanging out with famous, successful, powerful people. He loved the feeling of being able to influence them."

"This is what makes him different from other Slytherins. He never wants to be in charge, but prefers to be in a secondary position - there is more room for him that way."

"But," Ron frowned, "how does he get those famous, successful, powerful people to accept him? He is so purposeful."

As Percy's younger brother, before Dumbledore came to power, during the summer vacation, Percy had tried his best to please his boss, old Crouch, without any limit.

But he couldn't even remember Percy's name.

"Because he has a very unusual ability, a pair of discerning eyes." Dumbledore sighed, "He can always select those who will excel in various fields in the future. When he was at Hogwarts, he always liked to choose his favorite students, sometimes because of their ambition or wisdom, sometimes because of their charm or talent."

"In other words, he invested in others before they became successful." Ginny glanced at Ron. "I now understand why Ron subconsciously disliked him, because he knew that I was the kind of student that he would never be interested in."

"You——" Ron's ears turned red.

"This is his biggest shortcoming," Dumbledore said regretfully, "and the most criticized point during his teaching career, that is, the dichotomy between his treatment of students is too sharp. After school, he would invite students he likes or who he thinks have a bright future to dinner and socialize, but he would not care about the feelings of those students who he thinks have a bleak future or have not achieved anything."

Ron's face was full of black lines, as if he had been classified by Dumbledore as a student with a bleak future or no achievements in the eyes of Horace Slughorn.

He snorted coldly and said maliciously, "Now that he is no longer a professor, those students will ignore him."

Dumbledore touched his broken nose. "He founded a club - with himself as the core and composed of his favorite students."

"He gets them to know each other, to establish useful connections, and always gets some benefit in the end."

"Dirk Cresswell, the head of the Goblin Liaison Office, still often gives him valuable inside information about Gringotts; Barnabas Guffey, the editor of the Daily Prophet, always listens to his opinions on current affairs; Ambrose Froome of the Bee Dukes Confectionery always sends him a gift basket on his birthday; and Venog Jones, the captain of the Holyhead Harpies, always gives him first-class tickets."

"Anyway, when he left Hogwarts, there were a lot of aspiring students who didn't attend and lamented that they couldn't join the Slug Club."

"Percy will love him," Ginny added.

"Then he must have made mistakes before, like misjudging someone!" Ron said unconvinced.

"Of course he made mistakes," Dumbledore nodded. "I said before that he has a particularly poor judgment when it comes to people with good looks or extraordinary talents."

"Especially the guy who has both."

"That's why he had to leave his teaching position."

"In fact, he has already planned to come back to teach after the curse on the Defense Against the Dark Arts class disappears."

"Where's Professor Moody?" Ron frowned. "And who is that person?"

(End of this chapter)