Chapter 154: Christmas Gifts (Added to the Alliance Leader Rango, 1)
The first week of the Christmas holidays, despite the fact that there is a lot of holiday homework to be done...... Jon didn't have any intention to put it there.
He spends a lot of time preparing Christmas presents for his friends and loved ones, while continuing to explore the mysteries of the potion sequence and fantasizing about what his "man's" dance partner looks like. 、
Heavy snow fell on the castle and the Quidditch pitch.
Beauxbatons' light blue carriage looked like a large pumpkin in the winter, and the little gingerbread house with frosting next to it was Hagrid's cabin, and the sides of the Durmstrang were smooth and shiny with ice, and the sail ropes were stained with hoarfrost.
The house-elves in the kitchen are busy preparing a variety of flavors of hot stews and sweet puddings for the Christmas feast...... Jon had tasted it a week in advance, and it all tasted pretty good.
The day of Christmas is approaching a little bit.
......
On Christmas morning, Jon opened his eyes a little sleepily.
Because he felt something hit him.
It was a grey owl that threw a huge package at Jon, then let out a "coo" cry and flew away beaming.
"Damn owls!" Jon angrily climbed out of bed, and saw the mountain of gifts in the corner of the bed.
There are a few more gifts than in previous years.
The first thing Jon opened was the huge package that had knocked him awake.
It was sent by Professor Sprout...... It also reads crookedly: "Dress".
Tearing open the outer packaging, Jon opened it...... Then it was found that inside was a gray suit.
A set of old-fashioned suits, the style should be quite popular in the fifties and sixties, and it is a little wrinkled...... Jon forced it on, looked in the mirror, and quickly took it off again.
Professor Sprout this aesthetic ...... Jon couldn't complain, wearing this outfit, he estimated that he would be the ugliest of the four warriors at night.
Jon now doesn't have any positive fantasies about the "dance partner" at night...... I guess it's the same as this gray ugly suit.
Jon hastily threw his suit onto the bed, then opened the rest of the Christmas presents.
Eric and Judy's gift was an IBM Simon phone that was newly launched in June...... This should also be the world's first "smartphone". Unfortunately, Hogwarts doesn't get any signals, and this thing can't do anything other than use it as a brick.
Carrying the phone into the suitcase, Jon saw that there was a letter in the box...... In the letter, his parents told him not to rush back and to have fun at school.
Jon opened the third box and Zacharis-Smith gave him a book called Quidditch Teams in England and Ireland.
Reluctantly, he put it in his suitcase, and Jon opened a fourth Christmas box.
A very small box, and Jon opened it...... It turned out to be a fiery red egg-like thing, which had fallen out of it.
Jon almost freaked out...... I grabbed it with my hand and didn't let it fall to the ground...... Then he hurriedly applied a freezing spell to the "egg" and put it back in the box.
It's a fiery snake egg, a very precious potion and a dangerous item that can cause a terrible fire if you're not careful.
It's not signed, but Jon doesn't have to guess who sent it...... A few weeks ago, he had just helped a greasy old bat deal with a batch of fire snakes.
But Professor Snape's taste for gifts...... Jon shook his head.
......
In the next box, there is a large box of candies, with all kinds of flavors: Bibi Duowei Bean, Chocolate Frog, Blowing Treasure Super Bubble Gum, Zizi Bee Candy......
It looks like its owner is a loyal candy lover too.
Jon put away all the candy and found a book at the bottom of the box.
Something familiar, Jon picked it up...... The whole person was suddenly startled again.
The title of the book is "Cutting-Edge Black Magic Revealed".
There was also a note attached to the book: "Phineas told me you were interested in it, so I'll give it to you!"
Jon didn't know what to say...... Isn't this fishing again?
Let's fish, let's fish, the bait is eaten by itself, who else can you fool...... Jon sighed and placed the book on his shelf.
The last gift, again a large box, was unsigned.
"What is this?"
Jon carefully opened it and was surprised to find that it was a black tuxedo.
Compared to the previous gray suit, this tuxedo looks significantly more comfortable, and it is also much neater.
Could it be that Professor Sprout knew that the one she had just prepared was too bad, so he changed it?
Jon thought to himself.
At the same time, he was already preparing to wear this tuxedo to the banquet in the evening.
......
There are no Christmas refreshments in the afternoon, as there is a feast at the ball. At seven o'clock, it was getting dark.
Jon made his way to the Hufflepuff common room. Ernie, Justin, Wayne...... All the boys from the fourth grade and above had already arrived, and many of them looked nervous and even frightened.
The girls also came out one by one, all dressed up and chattering, and many of them were second and third graders.
In short, everyone is no longer wearing black robes, but wearing colorful robes.
"Let's go!" said Cedric Diggory, prefect at half-past seven, "Now, let's go to the hall together!"
Together, they came to the door of the hall, which was also crowded with students, all going back and forth, waiting for eight o'clock, when the doors of the auditorium would open.
Some people want to meet up with their dance partners from other houses, so they squeeze sideways through the crowd, looking for each other.
"Jon!" Professor Sprout hurried over, no longer wearing her muddy gray robes, but in a somewhat old floral dress...... With her chubby body, she looks ten years younger, and it's a little scary from another angle.
"What's the matter, Professor......" Jon asked stiffly.
Professor Sprout said: "Your dance partner is waiting for you in Minerva's office...... The four warriors and their dance partners were to assemble there first. ”
"Okay, I'll be right over!" Jon nodded, and walked up to the second floor, Professor McGonagall's office.
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