Van Lin has a lot of gifts, in fact, part of the reason why Dobby came to Van Lin's bedside so early was to bring Christmas gifts to Van Lin.

Mr. Al's gift was some Muggle supplies, but that didn't work at Hogwarts.

Of course, there are also some admirers, all of whom were created by the Daily Prophet to publicize the deeds of Van Lin in order to hide the mistakes of the Ministry of Magic.

The only good thing should be that Van Lin can receive a lot of gifts.

In the end, Harry had to come with Ron to help Van Lin unpack the gifts.

Of course, this requires magic filtering.

The devil knows who it was, and he actually sprinkled the love potion in the envelope, and if there was any accident at this juncture, Fan Lin would definitely not be able to eat and walk around.

Hermione would never let him go, just like after marriage......

Regardless, Van Lin still found one of Hermione's gifts among the large pile of gifts.

It was a hand-knitted sweater, and although it was said that there was no craftsmanship of Mrs. Weasley, it was obvious that the girl was very attentive.

The crooked threads were also cut off by the girl one by one, and the initials of Van Lin and Hermione were shown on them with golden-red threads.

In fact, Hermione still has a lot of insight into design, the interweaving of A and G.

Regardless, it was the best gift Van Lynn had ever received.

Fan Lin didn't hesitate, he directly put the sweater on his body.

The girl must have been preparing for a long time to knit this sweater, and Van Lin could even feel the residual warmth of the girl's palm.

It's a delusion, of course, but it's a great feeling.

Unprecedentedly fulfilling, Van Lin felt that nothing could be difficult for him now.

"Let's go down. Van Lin said excitedly.

"And what about these gifts?" said Harry, unpacking the package, "It's a Quidditch model, the one between Ireland and Switzerland. ”

"Oh, for you, Harry, though, for now I think I should put them down. ”

"Oh, thanks, but ......"

"Nothing, though, Harry. "I've already seen what I want to see, and I'll leave the rest to Dobby." ”

"What do you want to do?" Harry looked at Van Lin in confusion.

"It's snowing, Harry, shouldn't we go out and relax?"

"Relax?"

"Anyway, let's go. With a wave of his hand, the cleansing spell immediately worked on the gifts.

Neatly lined up along the wall, it doesn't look so messy.

Van Lin hurried downstairs, and Hermione and Ginny were waiting for them in the break room.

Van Lin smiled, he didn't wear a coat, just to keep the sweater exposed.

Hermione had noticed this, and the girl was very happy anyway.

Originally, she was quite afraid of her own craft, but no one would feel unnatural when it was placed on Fan Lin's body.

In fact, the morning hours are not suitable for outdoor activities, and the young wizards who have just risen from the warm bed are not so willing to go straight into the snow.

Since everyone was reluctant to go out in the morning, naturally, the work of unpacking gifts did not fall on Dobby.

They spent most of the morning at the Greenfin Tower, where everyone was unpacking their gifts, and then went back to the hall to enjoy a rich lunch of at least turkey and Christmas cloth, and a whole bunch of cabbage and magic cookies.

By the afternoon, they had come outside the house, and the snow had not been trodden on, except for a few deep ravines that Durmstrang and Beauxbatons had made on their way to the castle.

This is an activity that Van Lin has been planning for a long time.

With such a thick snow, there is no hearty snowball fight in the past.

The grouping is very clear, two girls in a group, and then three boys fight indiscriminately.

It's an unfair fight.

Van Lin couldn't have watched Hermione get beaten while Hermione ......

Well, Hermione was very cooperative in giving Van Lin a couple of snowballs.

Suddenly, the painting style of the scene became serious.

Verlin's strength was overwhelming for Harry and Ron.

He and Ron had just thrown out two fist-sized snowballs, and immediately afterward, Van Lin gave them a geometric multiplier in return.

"Van El Eyre, if you're using magic, you're welcome. Harry shouted.

Van Lin had been arguing that he hadn't used his magic, but Harry watched as a snowball the size of a human head flew out of Van Lin's hand.

The snowball in Van Lin's hand wasn't that big a few seconds ago, and besides, have you ever seen a snowball that looks like a homing missile?

Harry will never forget the thrill of being hit down a hill by a snowball falling from the sky.

The scene changed in an instant, and Hermione and Ginny wisely stepped aside, they didn't have wands with them.

Thankfully, Harry and Ron had wands with them. Moreover, they do not hide in the slightest.

One snow line after another rushed directly towards Van Lin.

This is not a wizard duel...... Naturally, Van Lin would not use any other means.

The end was self-evident, and in the end it was Harry who knocked Van Lin down and ...... Then Hermione fished him out.

Naturally, Fred and George are indispensable for such a scene, and the end result is that no one is allowed to use magic.

At this moment, Van Lin could only hide behind Hermione and shiver.

At five o'clock, the two girls said they were going back upstairs to get ready for the ball.

"What, you're going to have three hours to prepare?" Ron said with a look of disbelief, not noticing that George threw a large snowball and struck Ron the head.

"And when are we going to call you?" Ron shouted to Hermione, but she just waved her hand and disappeared at the end of the stone staircase leading to the castle.

There will be no tea party this Christmas, as there will be a feast at the dance tonight.

At seven o'clock, when it was difficult for everyone to see each other, the others told them to stop the snow fight, and then the crowd returned to the lounge, where the fat lady sat by the stairs with his fat body and his friend Willy, both of them very drunk, empty bottles of chocolate liqueur piled up under her portrait.

"Beast fights, that's it. "When everybody said the password.

Van Lin, Harry, Ron, Seamus, and Neville changed into their gowns in their room.

Each one seemed confident, but nowhere near as good as Ron. He looked at himself in a long mirror in a corner, and looked at himself in the mirror, his face was so frightening that no one noticed that his dress actually looked more like a skirt, and in order to make his clothes more manly, he sprayed a kind of Sling perfume on the neckline and cuffs, which worked well, at least he didn't have to wear a tie, and although he did this elegant thing, the edges of the dress were still frustratingly torn.