Chapter 313 Harry's Birthday

Hermione was a little surprised. She had heard that Percy's summon was also a bird snake. Ron obviously wanted something special, so it was a coincidence.

But she didn't care too much. Hermione's mind was immersed in the cat-leopard princess and the box that imitated the Appalachian Mountains in North America. The second thing was to continue her great cause of spell cardization.

Ron's gift arrived in his hands on the 31st.

The time was 6 o'clock in the morning, and the mailing address was next to Hagrid's hut.

Ron got up early at 5 o'clock and rushed to Hagrid's place wet with the morning mist, and then he didn't come back.

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

"Occamy (bird snake)!"

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

As he raised his hand high, the body of the silver-blue snake-like creature continued to grow, and finally occupied the entire ceiling and hovered above it.

"Look, I have a feathered serpent!"

Hermione finally understood why Ron wanted to get a bird snake even if he crashed his car.

Because, if the color is changed and the legs are removed, the bird snake looks almost the same as the feathered serpent that Cedric transformed into.

There is a 70% similarity.

"He will definitely be beaten to death if he does this in Hufflepuff." Basil was shocked.

If there was no such scene, without mind reading, he would not have thought that Ron was doing this.

The bird snake is a magical animal native to Asia, and Basil has always been the impression of it in the game-a bird head with a long neck staying 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 this gift was given by Harry, she still did not make a sarcastic remark.

She looked at the dark screen. Although she could not see it, there was something more important inside.

Still in that bathroom, still naked.

He was 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 was in the process of choosing.

The first thing he abandoned was the Shadowless.

Hagrid in this world didn't know that he had secretly kidnapped the Shadowless and made it into a card.

"Balloy Troll."

"There are actually trolls living in volcanoes and swimming in magma?"

Trolls are a kind of magical creatures with amazing strength but very low intelligence of 4x level.

They are not humanoid, and their appearance and habitats are different: mountain trolls, forest trolls, river trolls.

But it is the first time he has seen a troll that lives in volcanoes, smells of sulfur and emits fire, and falls into magma and resurrects as long as the head is intact.

As if sensing Harry's gaze, the photo on the parchment turned into a three-dimensional projection. As long as he inputs magic power, this Balrog Troll will be teleported to the bathroom.

It is not as ugly as its kind.

Obsidian armor-like muscles cover its entire body, including its head, and the gaps between its eyes and muscles are emitting fiery and hot light.

It is as if the magma has solidified into a human form and then partially cooled.

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

"Forget it." Harry forced himself to look away from it.

Although the Balrog is mighty, it may not be of any use to his next trial.

The ability of his magic fairy weapon is the 'shield', which can dispel all negative states received by consuming magic power, rebound, fatigue, sadness and other simple concepts.

He does not need an additional shield, and it is so conspicuous.

The idea of ​​giving up appeared, and the projection of the Balrog disappeared, and the parchment automatically flew to the bottom.

"Phoenix?"

"Didn't they say that they are all magical animals that do not exist in my world?"

The parchment appeared on a phoenix, a magical animal that Harry had come into contact with and was very familiar with.

Harry was a little tempted, but he shook his head immediately.

The phoenix's tears that can ignore magic bans and teleport, heal wounds and detoxify all poisons are of no use to him.

[Road] has reached [Pure Love Soul], his ghost form, which can ignore most magic like a solid obstacle for wizards.

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 excited was the phoenix's inspiring singing.

"To be determined."

Harry was about to take the parchment away and put it aside for determination, but when he actually touched it, he found that the name on it was wrong.

"Ditto Phoenix."

He looked down hurriedly, "Ditto, like Boggart and Shadowless, no one knows what their true appearance is."

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

"So powerful? Hundred changes, does it mean that it can change into a hundred types?"

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

"Not a hundred types."

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

This Ditto has already remembered the phoenix, which means there are still two vacancies.

"It's you!"

Although Harry said this, he continued to look down.

However, the purpose has changed.

He is looking for the templates for the remaining two vacancies.

"Eight-headed snake?"

"It can create a mixture of eight deadly toxins. Because each head 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."

"Sheep-headed sphinx?"

"It can run on the water and air, and it can ride without feeling the bumps."

"Uh, I can fly myself."

"Big Eye."

"It's a really huge eye, what about the mouth, nose and body?"

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

"The petrification spell can solve it, the next one."

"Injured maggots."

"Maggots that can feed on most injuries."

"I can dispel it with the power of the magic fairy device."

"Single dog."

"The person bitten will be infected with the single curse."

"This is too vicious!"

"Diving octopus."

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

"I don't even need to breathe in ghost mode, I can do it myself."

Just when Harry thought he was about to find the template he needed, the introduction of a magical animal attracted his attention.

"Mansion crab."

"A crab with a natural mansion on its back that can be entered by people. The body can absorb nutrients when buried in the sand, providing a constant supply of water and food for the mansion."

"Is it really natural?"

Harry suspected that this was the masterpiece of a lazy wizard.

"But... it is really useful."

With it, food and accommodation are solved.

After all, Harry has hardly taken a creation class. He can't make food with creation magic at all. He can only solve the problem of drinking water through the water purification spell.

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

When the body of the mansion crab is buried in the soil, living in it will greatly increase its concealment.

Thinking of this, Harry took out the parchment and put it on his left hand.

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

He looked at his left hand again, where there were only two lonely parchments.

It was 6 o'clock in the evening.

The Gryffindor lounge was very lively.

A birthday party is being held here.

The birthday party of the warrior Harry Potter.

More than half of the wizards in the world want to attend the party.

Even though they are blocked by geography, time, and Dumbledore's physical threshold, there are still many wizards who come here.

The Weasley family and their relatives.

Petunia Dursley, who was dragged here by Lily.

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

The other three warriors.

Gryffindor students in 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 Weasley family and their relatives who made outstanding contributions to this.

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

But even so, they are not as many as the "harmless" fat old man Horace Slughorn.

He and his members, known as the Slug Club, occupy most of the lounge.

But no one is annoyed by them.

Because all the members of the Slug Club are well-known figures and leaders in various industries such as Quidditch, politics, business and journalism.

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

He looked at them thoughtfully, as if they were fat, delicious and juicy quails.

"Who is he, you ask?" Facing Ron and others' inquiries, Dumbledore smiled lightly, "He is an old friend of mine."

"Former Slytherin Dean and Potions Professor."

He noticed the change in Ron and others' eyes.

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

"His circle of friends includes several wizards who are born in Muggle families but are gifted."

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

"Sounds like a snob." For some reason, Ron felt that he was being targeted.

"Ah," Dumbledore nodded, "This is indeed his shortcoming: vanity and power."

"He is particularly lacking in judgment for people with good looks or talents."

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

"He just likes to make friends with famous, successful, and powerful people. He likes the feeling of being able to influence these people."

"This is one thing that makes him different from other Slytherins. He never wants to be in charge, but prefers to be in a secondary position-that way the world is wider."

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

As Percy's younger brother, before Dumbledore took over, Percy had no limits to please his boss Crouch during the summer vacation.

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

"Because he has a very unusual ability and a keen eye." Dumbledore sighed. "He can always choose people who will succeed in all walks of life in the future. When he was at Hogwarts, he always liked to choose his best Sometimes you like students because of their ambition or intelligence, sometimes because of their charm or talent.”

"That is to say, he caught up to invest before others got rich." Ginny glanced at Ron, "I kind of know why Ron subconsciously hates him, because he knows that he is the kind of person who absolutely doesn't like him. A student who will be favored by him."

"You——" Ron's ears turned red.

"This is his biggest shortcoming." Dumbledore lamented. "It is also the most criticized point during his teaching career. It is that the dichotomy between students is too clear. He will invite his favorite or other students in his spare time. Students who he thinks have bright futures gather for dinner and socialize, but he doesn’t care about the feelings of those students who he thinks have bleak futures or have no achievements.”

Ron's head was full of black marks, and it seemed that he had been classified by Dumbledore as a student with a bleak future or inaction in the eyes of Horace Slughorn.

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

Dumbledore touched the broken bridge of his nose, "He built a club - with himself as the core and composed of his best disciples."

“He allows them to get to know each other and establish useful connections, which always lead to some kind of benefit in the end.”

"Dirk Cresswell, director of the Goblin Liaison Office, still often reveals valuable inside information about Gringotts to him; Barnabas Guffey, editor of the Daily Prophet, always listens to his opinions Opinion on the times; Ambrosio Froome of Honeydukes confectionery gives him a gift basket every time he has a birthday; Holyhead Harpies captain Wenoge Jones always gives He has a first-class ticket."

"Anyway, when he left Hogwarts, there were a lot of unenrolled aspiring students lamenting that they couldn't join the Slug Club."

"Percy will be very fond of him." Ginny added.

"Then he must have made a mistake, such as mistaking someone!" Ron said unconvinced.

"Of course he made mistakes," Dumbledore nodded. "I said before that he has a particular lack of judgment on people who are good-looking or talented."

“Especially that guy is both.”

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

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

"Where is Professor Moody?" Ron frowned, "Who is that person?"