The King of Flags at Hogwarts

What could be more delightful than bumping into Brother Li on the weekend?

"But Brother Xiaoxiang, if you come with me, what about the safety of the castle?"

"From beginning to end, I have only protected you. Now that you are with me, why should I care about the lives of others?"

He smiled slightly. "Besides, even without me, isn't Hogwarts the safest place in the wizarding world?"

Chapter 92 Harry's Birthday

Harry Potter's third year of school passed by smoothly.

Miss, the academic genius and know-it-all, easily obtained 12 Os.

Harry strongly suspects that Hermione made some terrifying prediction during the exam, which is why Professor Trelawney gave her an O.

After acquiring the Firebolt, he completely overwhelmed his opponents in the remaining three Quidditch matches and ultimately won the Hogwarts Quidditch Cup!

Although Gryffindor received bonus points for the Quidditch Cup, the ultimate winner of the House Cup was Ravenclaw—a certain Dark Lord gave his little wife so many points that he raised the record for the most points a single person could give to a house in the history of Hogwarts by a full two hundred.

Snape's expression at the end-of-term party was quite something, which made Harry feel very comfortable, like drinking a bowl of chilled peach juice on a sweltering summer day (forgive the author, that's the taste I've had for the past few days).

Ravenclaw's victory was a heavy blow to Snape, but that wasn't the saddest thing.

The detestable Li Xiaoxiang has been confirmed to return to the Ministry of Magic next school year and will no longer serve as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, but her successor has already been decided: Mr. SB, the current Defense Against the Dark Arts assistant professor.

Snape was extremely annoyed: making that damned dog a professor was worse than Li Xiaoxiang!

Therefore, it's already foreseeable that Gryffindor will most likely win the House Cup next semester. Sirius Black is a shameless guy; randomly awarding Gryffindor points is no problem for him at all.

The Quidditch World Cup is still in full swing, and all the home teams in this World Cup held in the UK have been eliminated.

England lost to Transylvania 10-390, Scotland lost to Luxembourg, and Wales lost to Uganda.

However, their neighbor Ireland team advanced smoothly to the semi-finals and will face Peru on August 9.

This drew widespread condemnation from English fans – they couldn't even retain their own geniuses, how incompetent! How outdated! So what if they're underage? So what if they haven't played professionally? Don't they know that geniuses can't be judged by common sense?

July 31st has arrived, Harry Potter's birthday.

Harry has been living with the Evans family for three years.

He spent his first birthday on Mount Olympus, accompanied by Professor Dumbledore, his cousin Bobby, and the corpse of the giant Atlas. There was no birthday cake, only the flesh of the Peruvian venomous dragon that turned people green.

His second birthday was the most comfortable he had ever had, both lively and filled with the warmth of family.

He wished his birthday this year could be like that too! But this year... Bobby was busy with the World Cup, Christine was busy with her career, and Godfather SB was busy recovering his family fortune.

Because once school starts, SB will be staying at Hogwarts permanently, and the family fortune must be settled during the summer vacation, which is said to be a very large sum of money.

The vast Evans mansion is now only occupied by him and his Uncle Selby.

Since Bobby isn't there, it's obviously unrealistic to expect a full house of guests.

The Weasleys haven't shown any intention of coming to celebrate his birthday. Clearly, he's not with the Dursleys. At his Uncle Selby's house, birthdays are none of the business of outsiders; the Weasleys will at most send him some gifts.

By four o'clock in the afternoon, Harry saw no sign of his uncle preparing a party... Selvy was busy with ranch management and seemed to have completely forgotten about Harry's birthday.

Mr. Potter let out a deep breath. Everyone was busy, and he wasn't a child anymore, so whether he celebrated his birthday or not didn't really matter.

He walked alone on the lush green grassland, the summer breeze blowing through his already long hair.

It's just a birthday, right? One should be content; my uncle's family has been incredibly kind to me...

He took a photo out of his pocket. It was a group photo of his mother, Lily Evans, with the Selvey family shortly after her marriage, visiting the ranch. His mother and Aunt Christine were both showing, so he and his cousin Bobby were also in the photo, right?

His father, James Porter, was naturally in the photo, but it was a Muggle photo, and the people in it didn't move.

Harry plopped down on the grass. His summer clothes were thin, and the grass prickled his bottom as he sat down.

The air was filled with the scent of summer, scorching and oppressive.

Harry stared at the photo intently, then sighed again.

How could he not be disappointed? From childhood to adulthood, his birthday had almost become an obsession for him.

He would be happy even if it was just his Uncle Selvi's birthday party.

"Harry!" SB's voice rang in his ears. Harry thought he was hallucinating. "So you're here!"

Harry turned around and saw Sirius standing there, wearing a crisp plaid shirt and floral shorts, sunglasses on his nose, and flip-flops on his feet.

"godfather!"

"Haha, Harry, I came all the way here to celebrate your birthday! Look, what's this?"

Sirius tossed Harry a small box, which Harry caught; it felt rather heavy. He half-squatted down, placed the box on his lap, and opened it.

Inside, there were Quidditch technique books, a crystal ball containing a Quidditch pitch, and even tiny figures playing a game inside.

"Thank you, thank you so much, I really like this gift."

"Come on, come on, everyone's waiting for you!"

As the sun sets in the west, the afterglow warms the heart.

Back at the mansion, Bobby rushed out from the inner room and gave Harry a big hug.

"Happy birthday, Harry!"

His cousin had grown taller, a full head taller than him, so the hug made him a little breathless.

Blushing, Harry separated from his cousin and quickly changed the subject: "Cousin, the semifinals are coming up soon, don't you need to train with your teammates?"

Poppy smirked. "Training? I never train with the team. It's a real problem if we can't get all the players on the court for a game."

Harry didn't realize what was happening until Sirius made a throat-slitting gesture behind Bobby's back, at which point Harry suddenly understood.

Other people put in a lot of effort to train, but my cousin's training is a waste of her teammates' time!

However, Harry, who thought he knew his cousin Bobby very well, had a feeling that this was Bobby's way of avoiding training!

A handsome old man came out of the house; Harry didn't seem to remember ever seeing this man before.

"Cousin Bobby, who is this...?"

Bobby glanced back. "Oh, him? He's my 'personal assistant,' his name is Jack Sparrow."

The handsome old man nodded slightly to Harry.

Bobby didn't want to waste her breath on the old man's topic. She pointed inside and said, "Come on in, Harry. The dinner is all set and we're just waiting for you, the star of the show!"

Harry pushed open the door, and immediately a confetti cannon exploded in his ear with a loud pop, spraying him with colorful confetti.

"Happy Birthday, Harry!" ×2

Without even looking, just by listening to the perfect harmony in their voices, you can tell they're the Weasley twins!

George and Fred tossed the confetti aside and ushered Harry inside.

Uncle Selby, Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Professor Hagrid, Uncle Arthur, Aunt Molly, Ron, Percy, Ginny, and Hermione were already seated around the round table.

Everyone was smiling at Harry: "Happy birthday, Harry!"

Chapter 93 The Pre-Game Battle Between Bobby and Viktor

"Godfather, where is Professor Lupin?"

Halfway through the birthday party, Harry asked Sirius, quite curiously.

“Him!” Blake picked up a piece of braised beef and threw it into his mouth. “You know that Bobby successfully developed the Wolf Exterminator Potion six months ago, right?”

Harry nodded. Because of the advent of the Wolf-Slaying Potion, his cousin's title of "the youngest Potions Master in history" had become "the greatest Potions Master of all time."

The Ministry of Magic wanted to award her the Order of Merlin, First Class, but her cousin firmly refused, insisting that she would die soon if she accepted the medal.

Harry thought she was extremely superstitious in some ways, but he wondered if all prophets were like that.

Sirius glanced at Bobby, who was sitting between Selby and Dumbledore, devouring a braised pork knuckle, and looked at him with admiration.

"The werewolf-slaying potion fundamentally solves the threat of werewolves in the magical world. For wizards, the werewolf curse will no longer be a curse, and those werewolves can return to normal life."

"Now Remus has basically sold himself to Bobby. He's been contacting werewolves everywhere all day long, and he even came up with some werewolf extermination drug mortgage plan, making those werewolves in debt to drink the drug."

“That must be very busy!” Harry said.

Sirius chimed in, "That's right, he's almost worked himself to death, but he says he's very happy now. He never imagined he'd have such a good life."

Blake glanced again at the completely unrecognizable "Lily II" and shook his head. Such a lively and adorable girl…who could have imagined she would bring so many changes to the magical world!

Although this birthday party wasn't as lively as last year's, Harry felt it was the best birthday he'd ever had—because Snape wasn't there.

Harry finished his holiday homework early and is now eagerly anticipating the Quidditch World Cup final.

On August 9th, Ireland easily defeated Peru 150-0. Bobby caught the Golden Snitch with lightning speed right from the start. Irish supporters were jubilant, while Peruvian supporters in attendance were furious and demanded refunds!

This caused Ludo Backman, the director of the Magical Sports Department, a lot of anxiety. If Poppy pulled this stunt in the final, the only interesting thing about this year's final would be how the fans would fight each other in all sorts of creative ways.

Time quickly came to August 22nd, the day of the Quidditch World Cup final.

The Weasleys, along with Hermione and Harry, arrived at the campsite early in the morning using the Portkey.

Of course, also present were Amos Diggory, the show-off, and his proud Cedric Diggory.

George and Fred followed behind their father, secretly plotting to play a prank on Cedric. They had lost the game last school year because Harry fell off his flying broom, and the twins still hadn't forgiven Cedric.

At the entrance to the campsite, Sirius Black brought two girls to the scene.

“Haha! I knew it was better to be lucky than early,” Sirius pushed the two girls toward Gemini. “I must say, George and Fred are just like me in my youth!”

The two girls are Matilda Rozier and Angelina Johnson.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at the twins in shock.

Angelina and Fred weren't surprised at all; the two of them were inseparable at school. But when did George and Matilda get together?

However, this gossipy mood was quickly dispelled by the bustling scene at the wizard camp.

The campsite, shrouded in mist, contained all sorts of bizarre tents, so it's no wonder that Mr. Roberts, the Muggle registrar at the entrance, was suspicious.

Poor Mr. Roberts must have suffered countless forgetfulness spells every day; hopefully, he'll retain a healthy brain after this job.