Harry Potter: Who cares about belated motherly love?

Chapter 276 It’s too late

The party was great fun.

Our family rarely has such sumptuous food, and I couldn’t help but look at my parents with suspicion, but a guest who showed up shortly after the party started answered my question.

"Happy Birthday, Harry! I've wanted to meet you so much!!"

The handsome black-haired man suddenly appeared from the fireplace and immediately hugged Harry tightly, even shedding tears. I instantly realized that this party had a sponsor.

The sponsor, Sirius Black, spent the first half of the party celebrating Harry, delighting in his growth and asking questions. An hour later, he finally looked around and realized that he hadn't greeted my parents, so he apologized, hugged and shook hands with them, and also shook hands with each of my brother and sister.

Especially me, it seems that because Harry often mentioned me in his letters, Sirius was very friendly to me, "Are you Ronandy? I have always wanted to meet you, and I heard that you and Harry are best friends." Then he hugged me warmly. I still don't quite understand why, but in the end we decided to call each other by name, Sirius called me "Ronie", and I called him "Sirius" directly.

He did it so naturally that if I wasn't familiar with Bill's face, I might have really been fascinated by him. I could only remember how smart he was and he impressed me at that moment. He really should pay attention to the lethality of his appearance.

Although Sirius managed to find time in his busy schedule, he had to leave the party after about two hours. However, before leaving, he dropped a huge bomb.

"Harry, this is your birthday present. It's also a way to make up for not celebrating your birthday and Christmas for the past 11 years. I heard that you are an amazing seeker. I hope you can use it in Quidditch games."

So, what is this meaningful gift?

the answer is--

"Broom! Um... 'Firebolt'...?"

Wait, isn't this too early?

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Seeing the broom in Harry's hand, I couldn't help but stare at it. This was the "world's fastest broom" that appeared a year earlier. Sirius obviously thought that I was interested in the broom, so he smiled and explained:

"This is a new model that will be released next year. The official release will take some time, but the broom has been completed. Since the Black family participated in the investment, I specially requested to get one in advance."

Speaking of investment, it should be said that he started investing for Harry... He definitely invested for Harry.

"That's awesome! Thank you, Sirius!!"

Seeing Harry's eyes shining, Sirius smiled even brighter.

"I look forward to seeing you perform well on this broom in Quidditch matches. This year I have also applied to become a Hogwarts trustee. As a trustee, I will also have the right to watch the games."

Ugh... this plot is exactly like the kind of development I have seen (or read) in my previous life...

To be honest, I don't know what to be surprised about. However, Sirius's gift is not just for Harry.

"Oh, I almost forgot... this is for you, Ronnie."

He took out a bird cage from somewhere (really, where on earth did he take it from???) and handed it to me. I took it subconsciously, and inside was a gray owl about 5 or 6 centimeters in size, looking a little sleepy, but its round eyes looked particularly cute.

"What's this……?"

Although I accepted the owl, I didn't understand why he gave it to me, so I looked up at Sirius. He looked away a little uncomfortably.

"Ah... I want to give you a pet. Not that dirty rat anymore, but a real cute animal."

Oh, by the way, there does seem to be a similar plot in the “original work”…

"……Thanks."

I had mixed feelings about Peter Pettigrew (Scabbers) (he's in Azkaban now), but I politely accepted the gift.

Seeing Sirius's relieved look, it seemed that my reaction was correct.

However, in the end, this owl became the trigger point, causing a huge rift between Ginny and me, but I didn't realize it until much later.

…By the time I realized it, it was already too late.