Harry then opened the last paper packet. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info something like a liquid, silver-gray thing slipped down Harry's hand and fell to the ground, gathering in a heap and shining.

Ron gasped.

"What is this?" asked Harry, confused.

"I've heard of this thing. Ron whispered, tossing aside the box of weird beans Hermione had given him. "If I'm right, this thing should be very rare and very valuable......"

"What the hell is this?" Al asked as he approached Harry, wondering, he could feel that it was so valuable, it looked like a cloak, but he didn't know what it was.

Al touched it with his hand and found that it was very light and felt strange to the touch, as if it had been woven with water.

"It's an invisibility cloak!" Ron said, a look of awe on his face, "I'm sure, yes, Harry, you put it on and give it a try." ”

Harry unwrapped the Cloak of Invisibility and draped it over his shoulders.

Ron let out a shout, and Al opened his mouth in surprise.

Harry's body seemed to be gone, completely gone, except for his head floating in the air.

Harry rushed to the mirror in three steps and two steps, looked at himself in the mirror, and shouted in disbelief, "Hey, I'm gone!"

Harry then pulled the Cloak of Invisibility over his head, and he disappeared completely.

"It's amazing!" Al sighed, and then touched the place where Harry had disappeared, expecting nothing to touch, but instead touched Harry's body.

"It seems that you are just invisible, not gone. ”

Ron then pointed to a note in the box and said, "Here's a note!"

Harry took off his cloak of invisibility and picked up the note, and Al and Ron both leaned over to see what was written inside and who had given the cloak.

On the note was a slender, looped font that Al had never seen before, and a short sentence was written: Your father left this thing to me before he died, and it should be returned to you now, use it well, and wish you a Merry Christmas from the bottom of my heart.

Without a signature, Al, Harry, and Ron looked at each other, and in the end they didn't know who had given the cloak.

"This man must be a friend of your father's and a man of trustworthy character, otherwise your father would not have given him such a valuable item. Al guessed.

Both Harry and Ron nodded in agreement.

Ron looked at the Cloak of Invisibility in amazement, and he said enviously, "If I could get such a thing, I'd rather not have anything." ”

Al couldn't help but touch the invisibility cloak, he also wished he had one of these, although there were many magical things in Aaron's manor, but none of them were as valuable as this one.

At that moment, the portrait door to the Gryffindor common room opened from the outside, and the Weasley twins walked in, and Harry scrambled to hide the Cloak of Invisibility, apparently not wanting anyone to know that he had such a treasure.

"Merry Christmas!"

Several people greeted each other, and the Weasley twins didn't see the Cloak of Invisibility, but they did see Harry's green sweater.

"Hey, voila! Harry got a Weasley sweater, too!"

The Weasley twins were wearing blue sweaters, one of which had a big 'F' written on it and the other a 'G'.

Al felt that Ron's mom had done the right thing, and with the two sweaters, he would be able to tell who was who was between them.

The one who wrote 'F' was Fred, who was the older brother, and the one who wrote 'G', who was the younger brother of the twins.

"Harry's is better than both of us. Fred said, holding up Harry's sweater, "Obviously, mom is more careful with people who aren't her own." ”

"Why don't you put on your sweater, Ron?" asked George, "come on, put it on, it's warm and pretty." ”

"I don't like dark fuchsia. Ron complained, but Fred and George ignored him and forced the sweater over his head.

"What's the noise here?"

Percy Weasley poked his head through the crack in the door with a disgruntled look on his face. Apparently he was unpacking his Christmas presents, too, with a bulging sweater on his arm.

Fred grabbed it and found that Percy's sweater also had a letter written on it, but it was a 'P'.

"'P' means prefect! put it on, Percy, hurry up, we're all on, even Harry got one. ”

"I ...... Don't want to...... Wear ......," Percy said vaguely, but his arms could not reach his thighs, and the twins, regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, also insisted on putting their sweaters on Percy's head, knocking his glasses crooked.

"And you're not allowed to sit with the prefects today," said George, "and Christmas is a time for the whole family." ”

Al, Harry, and Ron laughed as they watched.

In addition to being happy, Al was still a little lost in his heart, he looked at the happy appearance of the Weasleys, and muttered to himself, "Family... It's so nice..."

Al really envied them, and once upon a time, he also wished that he would have so many brothers to accompany him, so that he would not be lonely.

Harry looked at Al suspiciously, and asked, "Did you just say something?"

Al smiled and shook his head.

Eventually, El carried Percy out of the Gryffindor common room, his arms bound by his sweater and unable to move.

Percy yelled and writhed to break free, but was unable to do so until he was carried into the ballroom.

Al had never been to such a Christmas feast in his life, a hundred fat roast turkeys, mountains of roasted meat and boiled potatoes, large plates of delicious sausages, bowls of buttered peas, stacks of thick, thick braised meats and lingonberry sauce.

Every few steps along the table, there are piles of wizard packets waiting for you. These wonderful packets are not like the Muggle firecrackers that are usually bought in the Muggle world, which contain only a few small plastic toys and very unsturdy paper hats.

Al and Harry smoked a packet of firecrackers together, and instead of a muffled bang, it made a blast like a cannon bombardment, engulfing both of them in a puff of blue smoke, and blasting out of it a rear admiral's hat, as well as a couple of live guinea pigs.

In the teacher's seat, Dumbledore swapped his pointed wizarding hat for a flowered one, and Professor Flitwick had just told him a joke, and he laughed happily.