After a semester was gone, the House of Santriel was still the same, and Vio was lying quietly on the bed in his room, and it was late at night, and there was silence all around, perfect for thinking. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Outside the window, a shallow light shines through the sheer curtains, casting irregular shadows on the ceiling and floor. Vio wasn't sleepy at all, his eyes wide and he looked at the reliefs on the ceiling that were looming in the darkness. The golden dragon's face was blurred, and it was impossible to discern its exact location in the dim light.

But when Vio focused on the dragon-shaped key she wore around her neck, she could clearly feel the fluctuations in magical power, and since she had traveled with Grand Duke Odin the Ordermaker to the secret barrier closest to the Centreel Mansion, Vio had often felt similar fluctuations in magical things.

Sometimes, though, the fluctuations resonate in her.

Most of the time, she didn't pay attention to the resonance, because she could feel that the presence of it helped her own magic to improve.

For example, she actually cast the water-based cage spell "Condensation into a City", which is a variant of the obstacle spell, relying on certain elements to build a realm that traps others.

She had tried this spell a long time ago, but it never worked, until the days when she was first sucked by Linnaeus, when she began to feel weak and did not have much energy to care about the outside world, she began to slowly feel the energy fluctuations from within her body.

Once aware of the existence of this process, it is natural for VIO to think about accelerating this fluctuating process.

It's just that that's not the point right now.

She will be home this Christmas holiday, and she will take Peter Pettigrew with her, just hoping to solve the problem at home.

My aunt is here, and so are her mom and dad.

At that time, even if Pettigrew accidentally escaped, there would be some people who were completely strangers to Sirius Black who could testify for him that Peter Pettigrew was not killed by Sirius at that time, and since Pettigrew was not dead, then who was responsible for the lives of the thirteen Muggles who were killed that year was completely another matter, and the case would definitely need to be retried.

If Peter Pettigrew knew what Vio was thinking at this time, he would definitely regret becoming the little mouse Spotted that she brought back, and he would definitely try his best to return to Ron's side or just run away.

Vio coaxed him and cared for him like a real pet for almost a month, during which time Peter Pettigrew almost trusted her, or rather, thought that Vio had been deceived by his Animagus skills like everyone else, and settled down to be a fed, carefree little mouse.

There's nothing wrong with Pettigrew Spotted, it's Sirius who should be in Vio's house.

It was late when Vio returned, so she was sent directly by Madame Santriel to eat, bathe, and go into her room to rest, without even going to the garden to see Sirius and his kennel.

The moment he saw Sirius, the more unsteady Vio's heart became.

Although she always felt that the Sirius Black break-in incident that had been circulating at the school did not happen, in fact, she was not sure how high Sirius's magic would be able to break the defensive magic of Santriel House and the forbidden magic of Sigoness would allow him to escape from Santriel House and run all the way to Hogwarts.

The night is long and palpitating.

Half-asleep and half-awake, Vio heard a long, mournful howl from the garden.

*****

Hagrid's trip to the cabin, though far from fun, had the effect that Ron and Hermione had hoped for.

Although Harry had definitely not forgotten about Blake, he couldn't always think about revenge if he wanted to help Hagrid win the case against the Hazardous Creatures Committee.

He, Ron, and Hermione went to the library the next day, and when they returned to the empty common room, their arms were full of books that might have helped prepare a defense for Buckbeak.

The three men sat in front of the roaring fire, slowly flipping through the dusty files of the famous cases of animal grabbing, and they occasionally conversed when they saw them.

"There's something here, it's a case from 1772, but this Hippogriff is condemned, well, look at what people have done to it, disgusting. Harry muttered to himself.

"This might help, look, in 1296 a human-headed dragon body lion-tailed monster bit someone, and people let this monster go, oh no, it's just because everyone was scared and didn't dare approach it. ”

At this time, in the rest of the castle, the splendid decorations that are customary for Christmas were done, although there were very few students who remained in the school.

Thick friezes made of holly and mistletoe were hung along the corridors, mysterious lights emanated from each suit of armor, and the auditorium was furnished with twelve Christmas trees shining with golden stars.

The hallway is filled with the strong, enticing aroma of cooking.

On Christmas morning, Harry was woken up by a pillow thrown at him by Ron.

"Hey, gifts!" Ron shouted excitedly, swinging his arm in a surprisingly large arc.

Harry reached for his glasses and put them on, squinting half-light and half-dimly at the foot of the bed, where a small pile of packages had already appeared. Ron was already tearing the wrapping paper of his own gift.

"Mom gave me another hooded leather tunic, again chestnut, and see if you got one too. ”

Harry had that too. Mrs. Weasley gave him a scarlet hooded leather coat with a Gryffindor lion woven into the placket, as well as twelve home-baked minced meat pies, some Christmas pastries, and a box of crunchy peanut flakes. When he removed them, he saw a slender package underneath.

"What's that?" Ron asked, looking at it. He had just opened the package with a pair of chestnut socks in his hand.

"I don't know ......"

Harry tore open the package and rolled a beautiful, sparkling broomstick onto his bed, gasping for breath.

Ron dropped his socks and jumped out of bed to take a closer look.

"I can't believe it. He said in a hoarse voice, his eyes wide open.