A few minutes later, the three of them came to the kitchen. There was already a pile of presents waiting for Harry on the table.
Bill and Mr. Dracul were almost done with breakfast. Lady Weasley stood in front of the frying pan and chatted with them.
"Good morning, you three. Sit down quickly. This is your bacon and fried eggs. By the way, Harry, Arthur asked me to wish you a happy seventeenth birthday on his behalf. " Lady Weasley looked at him with a smile and said, "He has to go to work early, but he'll be back for dinner. Our presents are at the top."
"Thank you so much!"
"Well, Sirius's present hasn't arrived yet. He said he wanted to give it to you in person. He'll probably be here in the afternoon."
There was no doubt that Sirius's present to Harry would be the most expensive.
Elwyn sat down and watched as Harry opened the square package that Lady Weasley had specified.
Inside was a watch made of gold. There were no hands on the dial, only a few stars moving.
"It's a tradition to give a wizard a watch when he comes of age," Lady Weasley said, watching him uneasily by the stove. "I'm afraid this watch isn't as new as the one I gave to Ron. In fact, it used to belong to my brother Fibian. He wasn't very careful with things, and the back of the watch is a little uneven, but …"
Before she could finish, Harry had already stood up and hugged her tightly.
Harry probably wanted to pour a lot of unspoken meaning into this hug, and Lady Weasley understood. When Harry let go of her, she patted Harry's cheek unnaturally, then waved her wand a little messily, causing half of the bacon to jump out of the frying pan and fall to the floor.
"Well, when Elwyn comes of age next year, I can give him another watch. It belongs to my other brother, Gideon."
"Thank you, Lady Weasley!" Elwyn said quickly.
Gideon Pwit and Febian Pwit were Lady Weasley's elder brothers and early members of the Order of the Phoenix. They were killed in the first war against Lord Voldemort.
According to ancient tradition, male wizards receive a watch when they come of age.
Compared to the new watch, the two old watches that Lady Weasley gave to Harry and Elwyn were much more meaningful.
She did not leave them to her son, but to Elwyn and Harry, which proved her love for them.
"Happy birthday, Harry!" Just then, Hermione hurried into the kitchen and placed one of her presents on top of the pile. "It's not much, but I hope you'll like it. Ginny, Elaine, and Gabri will be coming down in a moment. Ginny probably wants to give you a special present in person. By the way, what did Elwyn prepare for you? "
"A talisman that I made myself."
"That's not bad. I also wanted to make something myself, but I never succeeded, so I bought this. I hope you'll like it, Harry."
Harry opened the gift. Hermione bought him a new speculum.
This was much more advanced than the one Ron gave him before, and it was more accurate. If someone with bad intentions approached, he would not call the police.
Hermione thought that this could help Harry distinguish who was good and who was bad.
But the human heart was the most difficult thing to guess, and it was a bit overconfident to rely on magic to judge.
In the other packages, there was a magic razor from Bill and Hibiscus Chinensis. "Yes, this will make your shave smoother and more comfortable than ever," Mr. Dracul assured him. "But you must tell it your thoughts clearly, or you may find that you have too little hair …"
In addition, there were chocolates from the Dracul couple, a large box of Weasley's latest merchandise from Fred and George, and a lovely birthday card from Elaine and Gabri for Harry. However, Ginny had not come out, and no one knew what special gift she was preparing in the house.
The few of them did not linger at the table because Lady Dracul and Hibiscus Chinensis were here, and the kitchen seemed crowded.
Ron suggested going to his room, and Lady Weasley rarely objected.
Everyone carried Harry's gifts upstairs. As soon as they reached the second floor, a door on the platform opened.
"Harry, can you come in for a moment?"
It was Ginny!
Ron stopped abruptly, but Hermione continued to pull him up, while Elwyn dragged the curious Elaine and Gabri. These three guys …
"What is she planning to do?" Ron muttered unhappily as he reluctantly walked up.
"Of course it's a gift for Harry," Hermione said, and the stairs creaked under her feet.
"Is it the thing we discussed last night?" Gabri said expectantly. "How romantic!"
"What is it?" Ron immediately asked sensitively.
"Of course it's a kiss. Ginny has been planning it. She wants Harry not to forget her, so she's prepared to give him the most precious thing." Elaine replied calmly, as if it was not a big deal. "Maybe she wants to bite Harry. If it were me, I would definitely bite him and leave a bite mark. He definitely won't forget it."
"What?" Ron suddenly raised his voice.
"Please, Ron, give them some privacy," Elwyn said. "They're dating again. You can't keep looking at Ginny."
"She's my sister!" Ron said nervously. "No, I can't let her do that. I want to go down and see."
"Stop!"
But Ron ignored them and ran down the stairs.
In Ginny's room, Harry followed her in, a little uneasy.
He had never been in here before. The room was small but bright. On one wall was a large poster of the Odd Sisters, and on the other was a picture of Gwenog Jones, the captain of the Holyhead Hobbits, the witch Quidditch team. A desk faced the open window.
Outside the window was the orchard where he and Ginny had played Quidditch and gone on dates.
Now there was a large, milky white tent. The golden flag on top of the tent was at the same height as Ginny's window.
Ginny looked up at Harry's face, took a deep breath, and said, "Happy seventeenth."
"Um … thank you."
She stared at him, but he found it difficult to meet her gaze, as if he didn't dare to stare into a dazzling light.
"The view is nice," he said, pointing out the window.
Ginny didn't respond. She blushed and said, "I don't know what's useful. It can't be too big, or you won't be able to carry it with you."
Harry gathered his courage and looked at her. She wasn't crying. That was one of the great things about Ginny. She rarely cried.
This made her different from other girls. Harry sometimes thought that having six brothers must have toughened her up.
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