A Hogwarts Christmas party never disappoints the wizards at the school, and the twelve Christmas trees are filled with gifts large and small. It's just that Katie, the school's most famous person, has just entered the Great Hall, and before she has time to remove a gift, she is called by Dumbledore to the side of the stage next to the Great Hall.

Snape's black robes shook slightly, and his eyes flickered like a bat as he saw Katie walking towards Dumbledore, leaning his greasy head against the shelf on the side of the stage.

On stage, the wizards of the Hogwarts choir, who were preparing for the opening chorus of the Christmas Gala performance, were adjusting their positions under the direction of Professor Flitwick, and they were also attracted to Dumbledore and Katie.

Dumbledore's blue eyes behind the crescent-shaped lenses looked at Katie. At that time, he also felt that the curse was tricky, Katie could be healed so quickly, which made him a little worried about whether Katie was inflicted with black magic, for example, some devils or dark wizards will use the cost of life force and life in exchange for a short feeling of recovery to deceive the victim, making them mistakenly think that they have been healed, but only to use up their own life force in a short time and die.

"Miss Bell, welcome back to Hogwarts, I'll check on you again in the meantime, please I'm an old man, you know that people become timid when they get old..." ”

"Go enjoy your Christmas dinner. Dumbledore couldn't help but touch his long beard, the amazing sights he had just seen in Katie's mind were something he had never seen before, and these were by no means something that a little witch could have imagined.

Dumbledore's kind smile and words made the little witch's heart flutter, and even the world's greatest white wizard confirmed that she was indeed healed, and she had evidence to refute those who doubted the veracity of her words.

"Ravenclaw bless. Katie's hand clutched the hem of her chest, her eyes reverent. After Dumbledore stepped into the teacher's seat, Katie made her way to Gryffindor's long table.

Snape, whose expression was always gloomy, sarcastically said after hearing Katie's words: "It's stupid to believe in the existence of God as a wizard." ”

"Professor Snape, Hermione borrowed from me a Muggle book where the mathematician and physicist Blaise Pascal said that rational people should believe in God, because if you are right you earn it, and if you are wrong, you do not lose money. On the stage, Luna was standing at the very edge of the stage, holding Neville's frog Riffford in her hand, and Helena floating quietly behind her.

Snape turned to Luna to look at her bulging eyes, and the corners of his mouth moved, wanting to taunt the mad girl, but he suddenly turned ninety degrees to face him through the expressionless Helena, and saw the great immortal boy with this green pupil in the distance behind the ghost of Ravenclaw House, Snape's face was cloudy, he snorted coldly, and turned to walk towards the staff chair.

Later, the opening performance of the Hogwarts Choir was impressive.

Professor Flitwick waved his baton to the music, his whole body seemed to tremble with the music, and from a distance it looked like a small thick mushroom swaying rhythmically. His hands opened and closed, and his hair, which he had trimmed like the lid of a pot for the performance, danced to the beat of the music, and the diminutive Professor Flitwick's whole body seemed to turn into a jumping black note.

"Double, double, toil and trouble, the fire is burning, the pot is bubbling ~ something evil is coming from this side ~"

"Bring to a boil in a pot and bake, fillet of the finney snake, scales of the dragon, tooth of the wolf, mother of the witch and bay~"

......

The high notes of the Ravenclaw female ghost and the big toad in the hands of the first-row choir members strangely blend into the song with a "grunt". Everyone in the group sang from the heart, but with the exception of a few Ravenclaws who found it good, the other wizards couldn't quite appreciate the song, which seemed weird to wizards.

"It's a good thing I didn't let them perform at the welcome dinner of the Wizarding Tournament, which was so unseemly. Millicent Persted's chin was raised and he watched coldly as Professor Flitwick conducted the last note, and the auditorium erupted in polite applause.

Draco recalled the even more embarrassing chorus at the Goblet of Fire welcome dinner after Durmstrang and Beauxbatons' performances, "It would be better to let the choir perform this, at least they would be the only ones to lose face." ”

Afterwards, a sumptuous Christmas meal feasted every young wizard, but as it was close to eight o'clock, Harry, Ginny, and some other wizards who had been invited by Professor Slughorn left their seats and walked out of the auditorium.

Arriving in the foyer, Alan noticed an unusually large number of girls wandering there, and Professor Slughorn's evening had made the wizards he had invited to be in high demand in the Academy.

The Ancient Magic Professor stood there for a moment, and his female companion, Miss Jack-of-all-trades, came down the other steps, and after Dumbledore had spoken, she had eaten a little before hurrying out of the Great Hall to dress up.

The wizard watched with admiration as the elegant Hermione came to him tonight, she looked particularly beautiful today, some of the amazing feeling of the fourth-year Goblet of Fire dance party before the start of the Goblet of Fire, she was still wearing the long blue dress, her hair was loosely tied up at the back of her head, and she was fastened with a simple pearl hairpin, revealing her fair and delicate neck, and she looked very elegant—but then her complaint ruined the feeling.

"My hair is so hard to deal with, and if it weren't for Professor Slughorn's slug clubs, lest they be picked on and affect the image of our umbrella, I wouldn't have spent so much energy and time on it. Hermione gestured to her bun, "To make them supple and shiny, I used three tubes of hair pomades to smooth them out." ”

The inventor of these shampoo and pomades was none other than Harry's grandfather, Fremont Potter, who had invented the quick-smoothing potion after graduating from Hogwarts, a best-selling commodity that quadrupled the wealth of the already wealthy Potter family. After retiring, he sold the company for a huge profit... I don't know how many gold gallons there are in Harry's vault now. As he spoke, Alan touched the texture of his female companion's hair that was very different today and said, suddenly his eyes looked a little bulging, "Hermione... You say Professor Snape's hair has always been so greasy, could it be because he doesn't want to use the Potter shampoo?"

"Ravenclaw, Gryffindor 10 points each. Snape's distinctive voice appeared behind Allen out of nowhere, glaring at his stunned companion before dragging his black cloak away.

“... It's not fair, I didn't say anything..."

“... I'm still a professor, and I won't be deducted points..."