"Unexpectedly, I would have the opportunity to see you grow up, Harry!" Sirius said excitedly, rubbing the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, with a choked voice, "I thought I would never have this opportunity, never I thought that there would be a day when you and your father were really like that, when he was an adult, we celebrated him at Hogwarts. So many years have passed in a blink of an eye, if your father can see you now, He must be proud of you."
Because of Harry's coming-of-age birthday, Sirius thought of James again, and he seemed extra sentimental.
He had a lot to say to Harry, all about recalling the past.
At this moment, Harry, who was sitting opposite Sirius and listening carefully, seemed to have really turned into his best friend James.
The others gave Harry and Sirius space to be alone and talk.
The afternoon passed quickly, and at seven o'clock, the guests all came.
Fred and George stood at the end of the path to meet them and lead them into the house.
Lupine shook Harry's hand with a reassuring smile, and Tonks looked downright radiant beside him.
"Happy birthday, Harry," said Tonks, hugging him tightly.
She went over to sit with Fleur and asked with interest about the wedding preparations.
Lupine sat and talked with Sirius, and Mrs. Weasley prepared a bottle of wine for them.
After a while, Hagrid came.
He put on his best shaggy brown suit as a sign of respect, and it was ugly.
"Seventeen, isn't it?" said Hagrid, taking a glass of wine the size of a keg from Fred. "We met six years ago today, Harry, do you remember? "
"I have an impression." Harry said, looking up at him with a grin. "Did you knock down the gate, give Dudley a pig's tail, and tell me I'm a wizard?"
"I can't remember the details." Hagrid giggled, "How are you doing, Ivan, Ron, Hermione, Elaine?"
"Fine," said Hermione. "And you?"
"Oh, it's okay. We're busy, we have a few newborn unicorns, and I'll show you when you get back." Hagrid found a little fuzzy drawstring bag in his pocket, A long strap was tied to the bag, apparently for hanging around the neck, "Donkey skin, no matter what is hidden in it, only the owner can get it out. It's very rare, this thing. Send Here you go, Harry!"
"Hagrid, thank you so much!"
"Nothing." Hagrid waved a hand the size of a trash can lid, "Yo, Charlie's back too! I've always liked him, hey! Charlie!"
Charlie walked over, resignedly stroking his newly cropped, appallingly short hair.
He was shorter and thicker than Ron, with burns and scratches all over his muscular arms.
"Hello, Hagrid, is everything all right?"
"I've wanted to write to you for a long time, how is Noble?"
Norbert was a dragon hatched from a dragon egg that Hagrid got when Harry and the others were in their first grade, and was finally given to Charlie to look after.
"Noble?" Charlie laughed. "The Norwegian Ridgeback? We call him Norbeta now."
"What, Norbert is a girl?"
"Yeah," Charlie said.
"How can you tell?"
"Mother's much worse," said Charlie, looking over his shoulder and lowering his voice. "I wish Daddy'd come back soon. Mommy's getting fidgety."
They all looked towards Mrs. Weasley, who kept looking towards the gate while pulling herself together to talk to Mrs. Delacour.
After a while she cried out into the garden, "I think we'd better not wait for Arthur, and start now, he must be delayed, oh!"
Everyone saw it at the same time: a light streaked across the yard, onto the table, and became a bright silver mole.
It reared up and spoke in Mr. Weasley's voice.
"The Minister for Magic has come with me."
The patron saint suddenly disappeared, and the Furong family stared at the place where it disappeared in amazement.
"We shouldn't be here, hurry up, Sirius!" said Lupine immediately, "Harry, I'm sorry, I'll explain next time"
"I do not go!"
"Sirius!" said Lupine's voice with a hint of warning. "We can't see the Minister."
"Okay, okay, I'll come back later, don't rush to sleep, Harry." Sirius said, getting up quickly, "You too, Alvin, I want to talk to you again Talk about future plans. Don't worry, I promised before that I wouldn't get involved, but there are some places you must pay attention to."
The two of them and Tonks left quickly, and the three of them ran to the fence, turned over and disappeared, Mrs Weasley looked puzzled.
"Minister, but why? I don't understand"
There was no time to discuss the matter, and a second later, Mr. Weasley suddenly appeared at the gate.
He was accompanied by Rufus Scrimgeour, instantly recognizable by his long gray hair.
The two newcomers strode across the yard toward the garden and the lantern-lit table, and everyone at the table watched in silence as they approached. Scrimgeour stepped into the light of the lantern, much older than when they had last seen him, emaciated and grim.
"Sorry to interrupt!" said Scrimgeour, limping to a stop at the table, "and I realize I've trespassed on a party."
His eyes lingered for a moment on the giant snitch cake, then turned to Harry's face.
"I wish you a long life."
"Thank you," said Harry.
"I want to speak to you alone," Scrimgeour continued, "and Irving Mason, Mr. Ron Weasley, and Miss Hermione Granger."
Strange, what did Scrimgeour want them for? !
"What did you ask us to do?"
"I'll let you know when we find a more secluded place," said Scrimgeour, asking Mr. Weasley. "Is there such a place?"
"Yes, of course." said Mr. Weasley, looking a little nervous. "Well, the living room, the living room is fine."
"Very well, you go ahead," Scrimgeour said to Ron. "You don't have to accompany us, Arthur."
When Ivan stood up, he saw Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Weasley exchanged an uneasy look, and the four walked towards the house without saying a word.
Did Scrimgeour know they were planning to drop out of Hogwarts? It does not seem.
Could it be Dumbledore's will? When the headmaster knew that he couldn't do it, he made a will in advance, or made it a long time ago, just in case.
If so, what would he leave them