"It's too precious!" Looking at the necklace lying quietly in the box, Hermione repeatedly said that this birthday gift was too expensive for her to bear.

But even though she said this, she couldn't take her eyes off the golden lamb at all. She really liked the necklace that Love had given her - it was the first birthday present she had received in the wizarding world.

"Take it, it's not as expensive as you think, and most importantly, it's something I conjured with Transfiguration!" Love said proudly.

"Is that so?" Hearing Love say this, Hermione had a reason to take it, and she asked with a smile, "What was it?" ”

"It's a commemorative coin."

"Awesome!" Looking at the pendant, which had no trace of a commemorative coin at all, Hermione exclaimed from the bottom of her heart. At the same time, she made up her mind that she would make her own next gift to Love.

"So why is it a lamb's pendant?" The girl gently stroked the pure gold lamb, and suddenly felt a little confused.

"Because you were born in '79."

Hermione didn't quite understand the relationship between 79 and the sheep, but she still untied her scarf, picked up the necklace, stretched her neck slightly, and tied the necklace around her neck.

The white skin set off the golden necklace even more brightly, and the girl pinched the lamb, smiled slightly, and tucked it into the collar.

"Thank you~" The gloom on Hermione's face completely dissipated, revealing a sunny smile.

"Let's go, Hagrid is waiting for us." Love's gaze took away from the gold on Hermione's neck and led her toward Hagrid's cabin.

"Hmm!"

Two cheerful figures hurried to the outside of Hagrid's hut, and Hermione stepped forward and knocked on the wooden door.

"It's me, Hagrid!" There was joy in her voice that could not be hidden.

The door opened, revealing Hagrid's large, hairy face.

"Come on in!" He smiled and invited Hermione into the room.

As soon as Hermione entered, she saw a large cream cake on the table, with the words "Happy Birthday, the smartest little girl at Hogwarts!" written in bright red jam!

"The smartest, do you mean me?" Hermione's face couldn't help but heat slightly when she saw this, she didn't think she was the smartest girl, if she was the hardest-working, she was willing to accept it.

"Of course!" Love helps, but remembers a red-haired girl who, in three years, may be the smartest girl at Hogwarts.

Out of nowhere, Hagrid got a birthday hat and put it on Hermione's head, then he lit another candle and sang a not-so-toned birthday song with Love.

When the last note dissipated, Hermione blew out the candle and cut the cake for Love and Hagrid with her own hands. The cake is made of solid ingredients, with a thick layer of animal butter on the outside, and dried fruits such as crushed almonds and raisins separated by the cake base, and various berries from the forbidden forest on the surface of the cake.

With each bite, the sugar turns into a calorie bomb in the mouth, bringing people the most simple sense of well-being.

Since both of her parents were dentists, Hermione rarely had access to such sweet food, so her eyes lit up after taking a bite of the cake, which she loved very much.

She couldn't help but take another bite.

"If only I could eat such a cake every day," Hermin sighed, "It's a pity that you will get fat if you eat it every day." ”

"It's okay, girls should supplement more nutrition when they grow up, otherwise it will be too late to regret it when they become adults." Love had no such worries, and he munched on the cake, which was very sweet.

"I don't regret it." Hermione rolled her eyes.

Delicious desserts, relaxing moments and good friends to talk about, the good times are condensed in this small wooden house.

Feeling the relaxed atmosphere of Hagrid's cabin, Hermione felt that it was the best birthday she had ever experienced.

……

Hermione's birthday is over. In the days that followed, Hogwarts was calm and peaceful.

If there's anything big, it's the Gryffindor Quidditch team that's starting to recruit new players.

Ron's second brother, Gryffindor Quidditch captain and Seeker, Charlie Weasley, graduated this summer and was replaced by goalkeeper Oliver Wood.

He was a tall, burly boy with a lot of leadership and a love for Quidditch. When it comes to Quidditch, he is always very excited, with a wild glint in his eyes.

However, no matter how enthusiastic and good he was at leading, he had to face one problem: the team needed a Seeker.

Quidditch is a team sport, but the Seeker can turn it into his own show to some extent, and a good Seeker can make or break the game. Therefore, Wood's anxiety can be imagined: if he can't find a good Seeker before the league starts, then Gryffindor will not need to play.

In order to fulfill his dream and meet Professor McGonagall's expectations, Wood posted an announcement in the common room stating that any Gryffindor student interested in Quidditch could try out with him on Saturday morning, and those who passed could join the team.

Externally, Wood confidently said that before Halloween, the new Seeker will complete the run-in with the rest of the team. No one knew that Wood was flustered.

Does Gryffindor have any students who are suited to be Seekers, and he doesn't know? They don't have that ability! A person with a bit of Quidditch talent has already been discovered by the previous captain, so how can it be his turn to discover? As for the first-year freshmen, Wood didn't have much hope, the case of the first-year freshman becoming a Seeker, going back to the last century, Wood didn't think he was so lucky to find good seedlings from the first-year people.

The results of the tryout were not unexpected, and most of them came to warm up, and they could only ride around the field on a broomstick slowly, and they were considered skilled if they didn't hit the pillar.

Wood was desperate, he didn't know what to do with Professor McGonagall—she seemed to be a Seeker when she was in school? It's a pity, why can't Professor McGonagall be born decades later?

As a Quidditch enthusiast, Ron naturally came to try out. He came, and Harry must have followed. In line with the idea of "coming and coming", the two rode on broomsticks together.

Then Harry proved that the cone is in the bag, and the benefit is self-evident.

He was in the air, nimble as a bird, leaving Wood on the ground stunned.

"This son is terrifying!" After Harry walked around the field for a week, Wood let out a heartfelt sigh.

Gryffindor Quidditch team Seeker position, seems to have fallen?

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The second is even more served!

I'll see you tomorrow at 12 o'clock at noon~