Time passed in a flash, the weather was getting colder, Hogwarts had its first snow of the year, and the whole school was white.

This also means that Christmas is coming, and there is a joyous atmosphere throughout Hogwarts.

After all, most of them are students, and the holidays are approaching, so it's a joy to say no matter what.

At this time, Hogwarts castles are decorated with many magnificent decorations.

The auditorium was a spectacular and imposing place, with hanging ribbons of mistletoe and holly on the walls, and twelve Christmas trees in the corners of the room, with a few shining candles on their bodies, which were clearly extinguished and sparkling, and it was obvious that magic had been cast.

It's not just here that the magic is applied, but also the ceiling at the top of the auditorium, which has a transparent effect that seems to be like snowflakes floating in outside, and then suddenly disappearing just as they are about to come into contact with the students.

"Harry, can you lend me your cloak of invisibility?" Ron poked Harry in the shoulder during lunch.

"Huh?" Harry snorted, taken aback.

"What are you going to do?" he asked.

"Didn't the old bat confiscate my golden snitch last week?"

Ron was once distracted in Potions class, fiddling with the Quidditch Golden Snitch in the room, before being confiscated by Snape and given a lesson.

"I'm afraid not, the invisibility cloak isn't with me right now. Harry shook his head.

Dumbledore approached him more than once shortly after the Goblet of Fire ended last year.

"Harry, there's something I might want to ask you. During a conversation in the principal's office, the old man suddenly made this request.

Harry didn't know what Dumbledore could ask for him, he was already the most powerful wizard in the entire wizarding world today, what could he ask for?

Dumbledore was going to borrow his cloak of invisibility.

Harry, of course, said yes.

There was not even the slightest hesitation.

It had never occurred to Dumbledore that he would covet his cloak of invisibility.

After all, it was his father's inheritance, given to the old man for safekeeping, and then Dumbledore was given back to him as a Christmas present when he was in his first year.

If you are really selfish, you can not pay it back at that time.

No one knows anyway.

Dumbledore's character, who would doubt it?

"Okay. Ron's eyelids drooped, looking a little disappointed.

"I'm going to help them with the coolies again. Ron muttered.

The Weasley brothers' toy business is now quite prosperous, especially with certain theoretical support, the quality and characteristics are more distinct, and the products are in short supply.

Of course, their younger brother also went to help a lot.

Not only that, but Ron, as a prefect, also has to patrol and be responsible for dressing up Hogwarts.

There is also maintenance.

"Peeves, don't move that ribbon, it's hard to hang it!"

Like now. He had no choice but to put down the uneaten food on his plate and hurriedly stood up to deal with Peeves, who liked to make trouble.

Now he can somewhat understand Filch's feelings.

As for Hermione, the fabric had progressed so fast that she could now tell whether she had knitted a hat or a sock.

It can be said that it is a race against time, and after lunch, I also take advantage of this free time.

If it had been, she might have asked Harry about the progress of his Occlumenclum.

What she didn't expect was that Harry, after mastering this technique, did not completely resist Voldemort's invasion, and even occasionally let it go.

He didn't want to rely on the affection of Cho Chang and Cedric to make himself jealous, and the person who was full of jealousy and hatred seemed to be no longer himself.

He also wanted more information.

He started now, unwilling to go on the passive defense.

Why did Voldemort want him to see these things?

So one night, he got his wish.

He fell asleep.

Harry saw a black-robed man standing respectfully in front of him, reporting something.

"Grindelwald's duel is interesting. The man said softly.

Harry's vision narrowed, and he must have squinted.

What Harry couldn't see was that there were only two tiny slits left on Voldemort's face where it should have been his nose, wrinkled, and then turned into two seeping thin lines.

A brilliant idea sprung up from the Dark Lord's mind.

Harry felt a sense of fulfillment.

"After Christmas? That's a lot of anticipation, and I'm going to give him a big gift. Voldemort's cold voice shuddered, revealing a hideous smile.

The black-robed man's movements became more and more respectful, as if the whole person was about to kneel under the man, and Harry tried desperately to see the man clearly, but to no avail.

"And where?" Voldemort asked after closing his eyes in deep thought for a moment, his slender pale palm rubbing against the armrest of his seat.

"There is no decision for the time being. ”

The rubbing of the armrest turned into a slow tap, a soft thud that pounded Harry's own chest.

The scene fell into a strange distortion of light, like a pebble floating on the water, setting off ripples, and a whirling dizziness hit.

Harry woke up from his sleep, fumbling his glasses on his bedside table, putting them on, and taking a few deep breaths.

"Grindelwald?" He chewed on the name and remembered it.

Ron seemed to hear the movement, rolled over from the bed abruptly, and then fell back into a deep sleep.

Harry calmed down and decided to tell Ron and Hermione about the dream tomorrow.

By the end of the week, Gryffindor's lounge looked as pleasant as ever, with a round room filled with worn out, fluffy armchairs and rickety old tables. The fireplace crackled and many students reached in front of the fire to rub their hands to keep warm.

In the area where the bookshelves were originally placed, an open space was opened up for their indoor Quidditch tournaments, which, according to George and Fred, were in the mood for an official tournament.

A group of Gryffindor students are forming a circle and engaged in a fierce competition.

"It's a big deal!" said George.

"Don't you think that's cool?" Fred replied.

They imagine the future.

If he was in the mood, Harry would have joined, but now his mind wasn't on that.

He found Ron, who was writing a paper on the history of magic, and Hermione, who was knitting an elf hat on the side, and gathered them together at an old table.

"Do you know Grindelwald?Hermione?" he asked.

"Grindelwald, what did you suddenly ask him for?" Hermione's tone was astonished, and her faint eyebrows curled.

Crookshan sensed his master's surprise, and his fat body deftly flipped to the table, looking at his master with apricot yellow eyes, and his big pie face seemed to be angry.

"Grindelwald, who is he?" asked Ron, blankly.

Harry looked at Hermione with a similar expression, his turquoise eyes widening.

Judging by Hermione's reaction, this should be a very famous person.

Hermione covered her forehead in pain, the same expression that Professor McGonagall had seen him use the Vanishing Charm on the rat and copy it into several copies.

"Don't worry, you let me think. Ron hurriedly waved his hand and searched for the dry intestines.

"Voldemort's men?" he asked tentatively.

Hermione rolled her eyes again.

"Dumbledore's Chocolate Frog collection card has his deeds on the back. Hermione said lightly.

"Is that him?" said Ron, who took his seat and stumbled up the stairs, then quickly descended with a dirty tin box.

"Found it!" Ron said excitedly.

He returned to his seat, waving his card in his hand.

Dumbledore was twisting his long silver-white beard, smiling at them in his card.

"It's a dark wizard, it's normal that I don't remember much, and it's only a line or two about him, okay?" Ron argued, trying to prove that his memory was not bad.

"I have it too. Harry touched his trouser pocket, remembering the chocolate frog he had bought on the train earlier, which contained a card about Dumbledore, and took it out and looked at it.

"Why isn't there a detailed description of him?" Ron asked.

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