Sirius and Lupin gave Harry a great set of books titled Defending Against Magic Instances and For Dark Arts Defence. They had ornate covers and colorful illustrations of all the magic and magic objects in them, and Harry eagerly opened the first volume, planning to be of high practical value.

Van Lin presented him with a cloak that looked very beautiful under the black, produced by Mr. Al, no doubt a Muggle style, and wizards were not interested in making such things.

Hagrid gave him a wallet made of brown fur with teeth, presumably to prevent theft, but unfortunately, Harry couldn't put the money in without tearing his fingers.

Thomas's gift was a small Quidditch activity model that he watched flying around the room, praying that he would still have the Quidditch Heart intact.

Ron gave him a huge every-flavourBeas box. The Weasleys, as usual, presented themselves with their own coats and crumbled pies. Dobby sent him a horrible portrait that Harry wondered if it was Dobby's real work. He took it and looked it upside down to see how it was placed and looked pleasing to the eye.

Then, with a loud pop, Fred and George appeared at the foot of his bed.

"Merry Christmas!" said Fred, "don't go downstairs too often. ”

"Why?" asked Ron.

"Mommy is yelling again," Fred said aloud, "and Percy returns the Christmas coat he received to Mommy." ”

"There wasn't a single text," George added, "and there was no greeting to Dad, no going to see him or doing anything." We tried to comfort her, telling her that Percy was nothing more than a giant pile of rat droppings. ”

Fred said as he walked around the bed to see the portrait in Harry's hand.

"But it didn't work," said George, shoving a chocolate frog into his mouth, "so Lupin was comforting him now." It would be nice if he could get her back up before we went downstairs for breakfast. ”

"Anyway, tell me what the hell is that?" Fred squinted at Dobby's painting and asked Harry, "It looks like a gibbon with a pair of black eyes." ”

"That's Harry! Look at the back of the painting," George said, "and it says on the back." ”

"It's so similar!" Fred laughed as Harry threw his new homework notebook at the tired side. But it only hits the wall and bounces to the ground, then lies there and happily says, "If you can add a dot on the i and cross it on the t, then you can do whatever you want." They got out of bed with their clothes on, "But I would have preferred that Dobby had given him this thing." ”

"Oh, that seems to have put you down, Dobby knows what he wants. Fred said, "Some precious wild herbs, I saw when I got up in the morning, but Dobby gave it to his mistress seemed to be the same, and it looked worse." ”

"You mean Hermione?"

"That's right!" everyone burst into laughter.

As they go downstairs, they can hear the occupants of the room wishing each other "Merry Christmas".

As they went downstairs, they met Hermione and Van Lin coming downstairs.

This made everyone look at Hermione weirdly, and everyone was looking forward to Dobby's portrait of Hermione, which must have been interesting.

"Thank you for sending me the book, Harry. Hermione said happily, "I've wanted ethey for a long time!" and Ron, thank you for giving me that unusual perfume. ”

"Small meaning. Ron said, nodding at the wrapped gift in her hand and asking, "Who is that for?"

Hermione's face was delighted.

"It's better not clothes!" Ron warned her, "Do you know what Sirius said? He said Kreacher knew too much and we couldn't release him!"

"That's not clothing," Hermione said, "though I'd love to give him something to wear to replace those dirty old socks he was wearing." But it was just a quilt sewn from rags, and I thought it would make his bedroom look prettier. ”

As they passed by the portrait of Sirius's mother, Harry lowered his voice and said, "What bedroom?"

"Yes, Sirius said it was less like a bedroom and more like a cave. "He's obviously sleeping under the pot in the cupboard outside the kitchen, and the two of us are planning to go somewhere." ”

When they reached the basement, Mrs. Weasley was alone. She stood in front of the stove, and when she said "Merry Christmas" to them, her voice sounded like she had a bad cold. They all looked away and looked away.

Harry paced to a dirty door in the opposite corner of the pantry and asked, "So, this is Kreacher's bedroom, right?"

"Yes," Hermione, her voice a little nervous, "well, I think we'd better knock first." ”

Ron tapped the door with his knuckles, but there was no sound inside.

"He must have been walking quietly upstairs," he said, and without thinking, he opened the door.

Van Lin peeked inside, then frowned, and saw that most of the cupboard was used to hold an old-fashioned pot, and Kreacher had made himself something like a bird's nest under the tube in the lower part of the cupboard. Rags and stinking blankets lay haphazardly on the floor, and from the small depression in the middle, Kreacher knew that he had curled up and slept there every night.

On those things, there were crumbs of old bread and moldy cheese everywhere. In the far corner, small items and coins glittered, and Harry guessed they were Kreacher's collection.

Among them was the silver frame with family photos that Sirius had thrown away while cleaning the house and even retrieved the silver-encrusted picture frame with family photos that Sirius had thrown away at the end of the summer, the glass of the frame may have been shattered, but the black and white villains in the photo still looked at him arrogantly, and in the picture—his heart moved—he had seen the swarthy, hated woman in Dumbledore's memory: Bellatrix Lestrange.

It appears that her picture is Kreacher's favorite, and he puts it in front of all the others, and clumsily mends the glass on the frame with magic.

Van Lin stepped in first, staring at Kreacher's room, which had too many things, and, disorganized, perhaps......

Kreacher wasn't here at all, and no one knew where he had gone.

"I think I'll just leave the gift here," Hermione placed the wrap in the recess between the rag and the blanket, then pulled Van Lin and gently closed the door, "Later, he'll see it, that's fine." ”

After they closed the cabinet door, Sirius suddenly appeared in front of the cabinet with a turkey on his shoulder, "Think about it, who has seen Kreacher lately?"

"I haven't seen him since we came back that night," said Harry, "and you ordered him to get out of the kitchen. ”

"yes," Sirius frowned, "I also think that was the last time I saw him, and he must be hiding somewhere upstairs." ”

"Couldn't he have left here already?" said Harry, "I mean, when you say 'get out,' will he think you're telling him to leave this room?"

"No, no, the house elves can't leave the house unless they get their clothes. They are one with the family house to which they belong. Sirius said.

"If they really want to leave, they can leave. Harry objected, "Dobby did, he left Malfoy Manor two years ago to warn me. He had to punish himself after that, but he did it anyway. ”

Sirius looked a little flustered for a moment, and then he said, "I'll look for him later, I hope I'll find him upstairs crying over my mother's old bloomers or something." Of course, he could have climbed into the cupboard that was drying and died. But I'm not going to give up hope. ”

Fred, George, and Ron all laughed, but Hermione looked serious.

After Christmas lunch, the Weasleys, Harry, Van Lin, and Hermione began planning to visit Mr. Weasley under the escort of Mad Eye and Lupin.

Because the subway is not open at Christmas, Moody "borrows" a car, and not everyone can apparilate, especially if Harry is underage.

When Moody arrived, it was just in time for Christmas pudding to be served. Harry suspected that the car had been "borrowed" without the owner's consent.

The car was enchanted like the old Weasley Forde. Although it looks like a normal car, it can actually sit comfortably for ten people plus one Moody's as the driver. Mrs. Weasley hesitated before getting into the car - everyone knew that she was not in favor of traveling by magic.

But in the end, unable to resist the cold outside and the persuasion of her children, she finally got into the back seat and sat down gracefully between Fred and Ginny. Because there were few vehicles on the road, it took them a short time to reach St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic and Magic.

A handful of witches and wizards are quietly making their way to the hospital through a deserted path. Van Lin stepped out of the car in Muggle clothes, and Moody drove the car around the corner to wait for them to return.

They walked idly towards a window with a rag doll on a green nylon shelf. Then, one by one, they walked across the meadow. The reception looks festively festive: the crystal balls that illuminate St. Mungo's are painted in red and gold, vibrant Christmas baubles are everywhere, holly trees hang from every doorway, ornate Christmas trees cover the magically conjured snow, icicles glitter in every corner, and each icicle is topped by a shining gold star.

It wasn't as crowded as the last time they came, and though halfway through the room, Harry found himself sidelined by a wizard who had plugged his left nostril with a seedless orange.

"The whole family is here, isn't it?" asked the blonde witch behind the table with a smirk, "this is the third time I've seen this today." Damage Spell, 4th floor. ”

They saw Mr. Weasley leaning back on the bed, with his leftover turkey dinner on his lap on his face, looking shy. When they had greeted Mr. Weasley in turn and handed over their gifts, Mrs. Weasley asked, "All is it all right, Arthur?"

"Good, good. Mr. Weasley replied hurriedly, seemingly a little overzealous, "You... Well... You haven't seen it yet, have you?"

"Not yet, what?" asked Mr. Weasley, suspiciously, "why do you ask?"

"Nothing, nothing. Mrs. Weasley hesitated, but finally gave up.

Mr. Weasley said cheerfully, and began to open the pile of presents he had received, "Well, how are you, everybody? What Christmas presents did you all get? Oh, Harry, that's great!"

As soon as he opened the metal fuse and screwdriver that Harry had given him, he screamed happily. Mrs. Weasley didn't look satisfied with her husband's answer. As Mr. Weasley leaned over to shake Harry's hand, she stole a glance at the bandages under his husband's pajamas.

"Arthur," she said, "why did you change your bandages a day ago?" they told me they wouldn't change them for you until tomorrow. ”

"What?" Mr. Weasley looked panicked as he pulled the sheet up to his chest, "No, no, it's nothing, it's ......" He seemed to shrink under Mrs. Weasley's sharp gaze. "Okay, don't be angry, Molly, but he has an idea. You know, he's a newbie, a cute little guy who's interested in... Well... There is a lot of interest in adjuvant therapy, which is actually some of the old Muggle treatments. This therapy is called 'stitching', Molly, and it works well for Muggle wounds. ”

Mrs. Weasley let out a strange sound that was somewhere between screaming and growling, and Lupin walked away from the bedside towards the werewolf who was ignoring the crowd around Weasley with a wistful expression.

Sirius muttered something like a cup of tea, and Fred and George jumped over to accompany him, laughing happily.

"Are you trying to tell me that you let him use Muggle healing to fiddle with you?" said Mrs. Weasley's voice getting louder and louder, unaware that the visitors who had come with her had hurried away to protect themselves.

"It's not just a matter of fiddling, dear Molly," Mr. Weasley said with a pleading expression, "it's just, just an attempt that he and I want to make, but, unfortunately, well, it doesn't seem as useful as we think it will be for these particular wounds. ”

"What the hell is going on?"

"Okay, okay, I don't know if you know, well, if you know what stitches are. ”

"It sounds like you've been trying to sew your skin back together, but Van Lin has helped you heal as much as possible. Mrs. Weasley sneered through her nostrils, "But Arthur, even you can't be stupid to that extent. ”

"I'd like a cup of tea too," Harry said, jumping aside. Hermione, Van Lin, and Ginny almost bounced out of the door with him, and as the door closed behind them, they heard Mrs. Weasley's growl from inside, "What do you mean? Is that conventional thinking?"

As they left the hallway, Ginny shook her head and said, "A typical wife is strict. ”

"What are stitches?"

"Well, you know, they're effective for non-magical trauma," Hermione said fairly.

"It's just that vampire wounds leave toxins, and these silk threads can't support them at all, maybe they can be replaced with dragon tendons or something, but where is the tea room?" Van Lin said quickly.

"Fifth floor. Harry said he remembered the sign on the table of the welcoming witch.

They walked down the hallway, through a set of double doors, and found a rickety staircase lined with more portraits of the charlatans, many of whom looked like wild beasts. As they ascended the stairs, they were greeted by quacks who claimed that they were suffering from strange illnesses and offered terrible prescriptions.