Although the Dursley family didn't come to attend Harry's birthday party, they did send a birthday present.
An exquisite porcelain tea set.
This thing had good ornamental value and practicality.
For Harry, their greatest advantage was that they were quiet.
Unlike the teacups at 12 Grimmauld Place, which, once the tea or beverage in the cup sat for a while without being drunk, would remind Harry and Sirius by jumping up and down and banging against their heads.
Of course, if it were in the past, the Dursley family would definitely not have been so generous.
As Lily's own sister, Petunia had only given Lily a strange vase back then which was smashed by one-year-old Harry riding a flying broomstick—fortunately, Muggle objects that had just been broken could be restored with a Repairing Charm.
However, with Sherlock's help, the Dursley family's relationship with Harry had been repaired, so naturally there was no need for that anymore.
More importantly, the birthday present Harry gave Dudley had satisfied them greatly.
Incidentally, Dudley's birthday was June 23rd, a month earlier than Harry's.
On his birthday, Harry was still living on Privet Drive and was invited to attend his birthday party which was something unimaginable in the past.
Harry had quite a good time that day.
Originally, his birthday gift was new candy from Honeydukes.
Dudley was naturally happy, but it was confiscated by Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon and given to Dudley's other little friends.
Because Dudley was currently on a diet plan—this was required by the school, because the school's wardrobe could no longer find pants that would fit him.
However, Dudley's diet plan wasn't going very successfully.
The day before Dudley's birthday, Aunt Petunia had discovered doughnuts he'd hidden in his room.
They warned him that if he continued to be incorrigible, they wouldn't give him pocket money.
As a result, Dudley threw his game console out the window in a fit of anger.
Harry thought he was being a bit impulsive.
Because when he found himself feeling depressed, he couldn't play "Wreck-It Ralph" to pass the time.
So, Dudley turned to Harry for help.
Faced with his cousin asking him for help for the first time in his life, Harry was also magnanimous and directly wrote a letter to Sirius.
Sirius didn't say a word and readily sent the weight-loss potion that Dudley had tried before.
Technically, using magical items in Muggle households was illegal.
The Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office was in charge of this.
However, the current director of this office was Rufus Fudge, nephew of Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge.
He was very clear about the insider details of the deal between his uncle Fudge and Sirius, so naturally he wouldn't meddle.
In this way, the result could be said to be satisfactory to all.
The weight-loss potion was effective, and Dudley could finally fit into the pants in the school's wardrobe.
He also no longer had to control his diet like the diet plan sent by the Smeltings School nurse.
However, the weight-loss potion wasn't a panacea.
It had certain negative side effects.
Sirius also pointed this out in his reply.
But looking at the Dursley family's attitude, they wouldn't care about that.
"I see—"
After Harry finished explaining what happened, Lupin also shook his head secretly.
Having grown up in the Dursley family's environment, for Harry to still have his current character could truly be described as emerging unstained from the mud like a lotus plant.
Next came the grand celebration program.
Dean and Luna collaborated to perform an impromptu song for everyone.
Luna's ethereal singing voice, combined with Dean's singing plus dance, was highly praised.
The Weasley twins created indoor fireworks with excellent show effects.
Sirius, as host, made a brief speech, thanking everyone for taking time out of their busy schedules to attend Harry's fourteenth birthday party.
When he finished speaking, Kreacher emerged shakily from the depths of the kitchen carrying a huge chocolate cake decorated with burning golden candles.
Under Harry's command, the Black family's house-elf could be said to have used his culinary skills that had been suppressed for many years to the fullest.
The cake itself emitted a rich sweet aroma, the design was unexpectedly exquisite, even the piping details were done meticulously, drawing exclamations of admiration from everyone present.
However, Kreacher's cloudy eyes weren't looking at the cake—he stared straight at the people in the room, his gaze unfocused, muttering some fragmented, disconnected words:
"Nasty old wastrel, bringing her little brats to ruin my mistress's house.
Oh, my poor mistress, if she knew, if she knew what kind of scum they've brought into her home,
What would she say to old Kreacher?
Oh, the shame of it, Mudbloods, werewolves, foreigners—poor old Kreacher, what can he do—"
"Kreacher, shut up and put the cake on the table!"
Harry quickly said.
How could he have forgotten about this?
Some time had passed since Sherlock gave that suggestion, and now Kreacher could be said to obey his every command.
After all, once given a clear order, no matter how unwilling the heart, no matter how much the mouth says no, the body must honestly execute it.
Just as Sherlock had pointed out earlier, compared to Sirius, Harry's attitude was really much more gentle.
He had no prejudice against creatures like house-elves to begin with, nor did he feel the instinctive disgust that Sirius felt when seeing Kreacher.
Plus, Harry had fairly good communication skills.
Although like Sirius he looked down on the various practices of the Black family, in front of Kreacher he showed recognition of the Black family.
Didn't Kreacher devote his life to serving the Black family?
Well then, I, Harry Potter, am Sirius's godson and also a member of the Black family.
Surprisingly, this trick really worked on Kreacher.
So, after a period of adjustment, Kreacher no longer resisted Harry's commands as much as at the beginning.
Even the usual nonsense that would come at any moment had decreased considerably.
Of course, there was another reason—in Kreacher's view, Harry was a pure-blood wizard.
As both his father James and mother Lily were wizards so technically Harry was pureblood for him .
If Sirius had made Kreacher obey an obvious half-blood wizard or a Muggle-born wizard, the situation would be different.
This point was fully demonstrated today.
There were too many people here today.
Mixed-blood wizards (one parent wizard another muggle) like Dean and Cho Chang were already considered inferior in Kreacher's mind.
Muggle-born wizards like Sherlock and Hermione were even worse.
On the contrary, Muggles like the Holmes couple and the Grangers were directly ignored by him, not even having the qualification to be insulted.
Harry hadn't thought of this before, and as a result, in a moment of carelessness, Kreacher said these strange words in front of all the guests.
However, with Harry's command, Kreacher immediately shut up and very reluctantly placed the cake on the table.
"Kreacher made this?"
After seeing this exquisitely designed cake, Hermione said in surprise, "Kreacher, your culinary skills are amazing!"
Hearing Hermione's words, Ginny quickly said, "Hermione, don't—!"
Unfortunately, it was too late.
"The Mudblood is actually talking to Kreacher, as if she were my friend."
Kreacher showed a look of surprise, muttering, "If Kreacher's mistress saw him with such people, oh, what would she say—"
"Kreacher, I forbid you to call anyone a Mudblood again!"
Harry reacted quickly and immediately gave Kreacher an order.
Kreacher shut up at once, then retreated backward, looking at Hermione with obvious disgust.
"Talking to Kreacher, this is something Kreacher doesn't allow, what would Mistress say?"
Harry: "..."
"Alright, Kreacher, go back to your room and rest for now. We don't need you here for the moment."
Harry rubbed his temples somewhat painfully and said so.
The house-elf bowed low to Harry, then Disapparated with the familiar crack.
"Harry, what's going on here?" Everyone watching this scene felt quite surprised, because they all knew Kreacher was the Black family's house-elf and should theoretically only obey Sirius alone.
But from what just happened, the words Harry spoke actually had the same effect on him as Sirius's words.
"It's a master's task, right?"
Besides the three people who knew the truth—Sherlock, Harry, and Sirius—the quickest to react was actually Chang Dali.
She glanced at Harry and Sirius. "I think Mr. Black must have granted Harry equal authority."
"Exactly, Ms. Chang!"
For some reason, Sirius was particularly enthusiastic toward the Chang couple.
At this moment, hearing Chang Dali speak, he immediately explained proactively.
"I made Kreacher unconditionally obey all of Harry's commands. Well, from his performance during this time, he's indeed more suitable than me to be that fellow's master."
Sirius shrugged as he spoke: "Before this, that fellow never cooked."
"That's a really good idea."
Hermione said while looking at Sherlock, her gaze was full of gratitude and admiration. "This must have been your idea, right?"
"Dear Hermione, I only made a suggestion. The actual execution still depends on Harry—but from the current situation, he's obviously doing quite well."
"Alright, alright, can we please stop talking about house-elves?"
Ron complained dissatisfiedly, "My stomach's about to starve flat. Harry, hurry up and make a wish and blow out the candles!"
Mrs. Weasley glared fiercely at her prodigal foodie son, but unfortunately Ron, whose entire attention was on the cake, didn't notice.
Harry made a wish in his heart, then made an effort to blow out his breath.
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