Hogwarts: Jade, stop controlling Harry!

When Harry followed Hagrid back to the pub.

To his surprise, the bar seemed to have changed since he left.

There were some brightly colored decorations, the lights seemed brighter, and the long table in the center had been moved somewhere, as if some event was about to take place.

The bar was now quite crowded, with people chatting and making a lively scene.

Harry even saw several of the shop owners he had met in Diagon Alley who had greeted him.

Harry wanted to ask Hagrid if there was any event going on at the pub that night. But Hagrid had already strode forward and let out a loud cough.

"Ahem!"

Upon hearing Hagrid's cough, the previously somewhat chaotic bar suddenly fell silent.

All eyes turned to Harry, and the patrons gathered in the bar all smiled as they watched the two people, one big and one small, walk in.

"Welcome back, Harry, and happy birthday!" Hagrid seemed pleased with the orderly arrival of everyone. He stopped and called out to Harry.

The people around them also raised their glasses and echoed the sentiment.

Happy 11th birthday to Harry Potter, the boy who survived!

Although everyone's speech was not very coherent, it was rather scattered.

But Harry never imagined that so many people would celebrate his birthday.

Harry stood there in astonishment, his mouth agape wide enough to fit an apple!

Harry is only now realizing this.

It turns out that these people were here not to hold any event, but to celebrate his birthday?

"Ahem, Harry, everyone's looking at you. Is there anything you want to say?" Hagrid bent down and whispered to Harry when he saw that Harry was lost in thought.

Sure enough, everyone looked at Harry, who was standing there, with intense eyes, as if he were not an eleven-year-old child, but a great person.

That's exactly what they think.

In the past few days, the Daily Prophet's reports on Harry's escape from his aunt's house have sold out.

People seem to have remembered the savior who has been gone for so long.

And they are hoping that Harry's appearance might bring some changes to the wizarding world.

In addition, most of the people who came to Harry's birthday party were shop owners from Diagon Alley; they genuinely liked this lively, cheerful, and polite child.

So Xiaoyu also deserves credit for this. Almost every morning this week, Xiaoyu would go to Diagon Alley after breakfast and not return until evening.

The current Harry is unaware of this.

He had only just learned the true cause of his parents' deaths and didn't yet have a clear understanding of the fancy titles he held.

However, Harry is no longer the child who stayed at No. 4 Privet Drive all year round, never went anywhere, and never saw the world.

At least he had been to San Francisco, USA, seen the hidden and large-scale secret agency of District 13, and even stood on a balloon flying rapidly forward to fight a group of thugs. He had also escaped the clutches of the Black Hand organization by himself!

So although Harry's heart was racing and he was getting a little nervous, he still managed to maintain a calm demeanor.

"Um...okay, I want to say thank you everyone for celebrating my birthday with me. This has been the most meaningful and unforgettable birthday I've ever had..."

Actually, nobody cared what Harry actually said.

It was only when people saw Harry standing there calmly, displaying a composure unbecoming of an eleven-year-old, that they were truly impressed.

He then subconsciously became excited.

They started cheering and clapping, as if Harry had done something extraordinary.

Harry's ears were throbbing from the deafening applause.

Well, these people were so enthusiastic; they all rushed forward, wanting to shake hands with Harry.

Harry was somewhat flattered.

If Hagrid hadn't been there, he would have been almost swallowed up by the crowd.

Hagrid watched this scene with a smile, feeling proud of Harry; he even secretly wiped a tear from the corner of his eye.

Harry couldn't take it anymore and tugged at Hagrid's clothes, at which point Hagrid used his booming voice to disperse the crowd.

"Alright, quiet! Everyone, please be quiet. Harry hasn't seen his birthday cake yet."

Harry could hardly believe his ears. There was cake?

This is really too much... How could he possibly accept this?

After everyone separated, Heracles led Harry to a table with a huge cake on it, even bigger than the cake Aunt Petunia had bought for Dudley's birthday, at least as big as a washbasin.

There were also beautiful candles stuck in it, but they hadn't been lit yet.

"Is this for me?" Harry asked incredulously.

Hagrid nodded, patted Harry on the shoulder, and made Harry take a step forward.

"Go and light the candles."

Harry's initial disappointment had been completely replaced by surprise, but he couldn't find any matches or anything like that as he walked forward. Just then, a wizard stepped forward, took out his wand, and gently touched the candle.

Flames immediately shot out.

"Thank you," Harry said gratefully.

"It's alright, happy birthday, Mr. Potter," the chubby wizard said with a smile.

"This cake was also custom-made at my shop. I hope you like it. If you'd like to buy birthday cakes or any desserts, you can come to Frandi's Bakery at 26 Diagon Alley!"

It seems this shrewd boss didn't forget to promote his shop, but Harry didn't mind at all.

He watched in astonishment as plumes of smoke shot out from the burning candles, eventually transforming into a line of small print: Happy Birthday, followed by a large "11".

Harry's eyes immediately welled up with tears.

The fireworks lasted for a while before gradually going out.

"Now it's time to cut the cake, Harry, come on." Hagrid chuckled and shoved a large dinner knife into Harry's hand. Harry nodded, almost reluctant to cut the cake.

But Harry knew that now he should cut the cake and share it with everyone.

.....

Harry's eleventh birthday was exceptionally memorable, and the joyful atmosphere of the birthday party lasted for a long time.

Some people performed a few impromptu magic tricks to liven things up, while others brought Harry homemade desserts as gifts.

Harry was busy listening to them introduce themselves one by one. Because there were so many names, even though Harry tried hard to remember them, he couldn't quite recall them all.

After everything was over, Hagrid pulled Harry, who was carrying a bunch of things, upstairs.

They say there's another surprise waiting for Harry.

Harry felt that having such a birthday party was already a great blessing, and he didn't need any more gifts.

However, since it was Hagrid's intention, Harry couldn't refuse, so he took the opportunity to get away from the overly enthusiastic crowd.

Upstairs, the scene was still bustling with activity. The adult wizards were drinking, which brought a bright smile to the face of the bar owner, Tom.

Harry followed Hagrid into his room, and as the door closed, the sudden silence around Harry felt somewhat unsettling.

"Everyone's been so enthusiastic, right, Harry?" Hagrid patted Harry on the shoulder and pulled a box from his pocket, looking a little embarrassed. "Actually, I was going to bake you a cake myself, but I think I might have messed it up. I don't know if you'll like it..."

As he spoke, Hagrid lifted the lid, revealing a roughly made pink cake with the cream seemingly solidified on top. But Harry spoke without hesitation.

"I really love the cake you made, Hagrid, it's amazing!"

Hagrid's face immediately lit up with a happy smile.

"I'm glad you like it. I'll put it on the table so you can try it if you get hungry tonight."

Hagrid then said to Harry, "Actually, I also prepared a gift for you... Although you already have a pet, Harry, I thought you'd need an owl to deliver your letters, so I bought it for you..."

Harry then noticed a large birdcage on the table near the window!

One of the owls stood inside, its large eyes fixed intently on Harry...