"Something was wrong with you, Clark."

After Potions class, when the young wizards left the basement classroom, Hermione took the opportunity to grab Clarke's arm and whisper.

"You found out," Clark nodded, "just like you did, my strength has increased so fast that the magic has affected my brain. ”

In fact, Clark had already discovered that his situation was a little wrong, and his strength had improved too quickly!

The average little wizard will improve by 1~2 professional levels in an academic year, and the wizard who has just graduated from the 7th grade is only about level 10.

Clark had risen two levels in four months, two to three times faster than ordinary little wizards, and the skyrocketing chaos magic power naturally affected his mental state.

Either calm and ruthless, or irritable and impulsive, Clark's emotions began to polarize, and the after-effects of choosing Gryffindor House began to gradually appear.

"Don't worry, I have my own arrangements." Clark patted the back of Hermione's hand and comforted.

"But ......"

As they were talking, they suddenly noticed that the corridor in front of them was blocked by a large fir tree, and under this fir tree there were two large feet sticking out, like living tree people, steadily moving forward.

"Hey, Hagrid, is that you?" Clark could guess who it was, and sure enough, Hagrid's bearded head peeked out from among the branches of the cedar tree.

"Oh, thank you, Clark, I can do it. It's Christmas trees for Christmas, and I'm going to have to move them into the auditorium. ”

Hagrid proudly explained that as the hunting ground caretaker at Hogwarts, he was naturally responsible for part of the castle's work.

"That's pretty cool," Ron exclaimed, "and we only have a tiny Christmas tree for the holidays." ”

Just as they were resuming, a cold, long-pitched voice came from behind Clark.

"Can you get out of the way, out of the way?"

It was pitch black from head to toe, except for the eyes and teeth.

"Hehe, who should I be, it's Malfoy who turned into a crow." Ron turned his head to see the comer, and sneered.

Malfoy was the way he was because the magic ink he had concocted couldn't be washed off for a while, and the grievances he had just received in Potions class made him feel very bad when he heard Ron's words.

"Do you want to earn some pocket money, Weasley? I'm guessing you'd like to stay at Hogwarts after graduation to guard the hunting grounds, right? Maybe this big man's cottage is bigger than your old home. ”

"Malfoy, it looks like you haven't had enough of the lesson." Clark took a step forward and walked up to Malfoy, stopping Ron, who was about to charge at him.

"Humph!" Clarke's presence made Malfoy flinch, and he and his two henchmen rudely squeezed past the tree, knocking needles everywhere.

"If you hadn't stopped me, I'd have taught him a hard lesson," Ron said through gritted teeth as he stood beside Clark, looking at Malfoy's back, "One day, I'm going to teach him a hard lesson!" ”

Harry chimed in, "Me too, the ones I hate the most are Malfoy and Snape." ”

"Call Professor Snape ......"

Before Hagrid could finish his sentence, an eerie voice rang out behind Harry.

"Oh, it seems that our savior has a great opinion of me."

Snape didn't know when, appeared behind them.

Harry and Ron were like two quails, so frightened that they lowered their heads and said nothing, and Hagrid helped them explain, "Someone provoked them first, Professor Snape, Malfoy just insulted Ron's family. ”

"I saw it all, Hagrid. But no matter what, it is unforgivable to speak ill of the teacher behind his back. Snape said in a cold voice.

"Twenty points for Gryffindor! You should be glad to be there, Potter and Weasley, next time I hear it, it won't be as simple as deducting points. ”

With that, he strode away.

"Okay, be happy, it's almost Christmas." Hagrid looked at the ugly Harry and comforted, "Guess what, the way the restaurant is decorated is amazing."

Seeing that Hagrid was exaggerating, Harry and Ron quickly put this unpleasantness behind them, and followed Hagrid to the Great Hall with Clark and saw what Hogwarts was doing for Christmas.

The whole auditorium looked magnificent and beautiful, with solid wood seats and silk curtains renewed, white walls covered with weeping ribbons of holly and mistletoe, and eleven towering Christmas trees, some with shiny Xiaoice pillars, some with hundreds of candles.

The transparent magic ceiling shows the gray sky outside, and catkins-like snowflakes fall from the sky, as if the ceiling has really disappeared.

Clark curiously stretched out his hand and tried to catch them, but he didn't expect those snowflakes to fall on his hands, the cold feeling was no different from real snowflakes, and it was snowing in the Great Hall of Hogwarts!

"Ah, Hagrid, you're finally here, this is the last tree, then put it in the corner over there, yes, and the other side."

The short Professor Flitwick stood beside Hagrid, directing him to place the last Christmas tree in its proper place, while using his wand to spew strings of golden bubbles and hang them from the branches of the fir tree.

Professor McGonagall transforms buckets of milky liquid into magical snowflakes and piles them up among the branches of the Christmas tree.

Clark finally knew where the snow in the auditorium was coming from, and he secretly held out a finger, dipped it in the bucket without Professor McGonagall noticing, and tasted it.

Well, it turned out to be milk! There are milk snowflakes floating in the sky, which is really a fairy tale.

"How many days are left before we have a holiday?" Hagrid set up the last cedar tree and asked suddenly.

"It's only one day." Hermione said, "Oh, that reminds me that I need to go back to my dorm to pack my things first, and this afternoon's train is there." ”

With that, she hurried towards Gryffindor's dormitory, and Harry and Ron saw that it was almost time for lunch, so they both chose to stay in the auditorium, with only Clark following her.

"Harry and Ron will be there for you to watch while I'm away." Hermione said, "I think you have to watch them well, they two are just too good to make a mess." Just now, the academy was deducted 20 points. ”

"Rest assured, everything is under control." Clark smiled and agreed, then put Hermione on the Hogwarts Express.

When the little wizards had left, the Christmas holidays had officially begun, and without Hermione's constraints, Harry and Ron felt that they were so happy to have fun that they didn't have to think about learning at all.

The Gryffindor dormitories were completely at their disposal, and the common room was much less crowded than usual, allowing them to occupy a few more comfortable armchairs by the fire.

Clark didn't make it to the library, and he sat there with Harry and Ron, eating everything they could poke with a baking fork—bread, sausages, mushrooms, potatoes—and discussing how to get revenge on Malfoy and Snape.

Ron also began teaching Harry the wizarding game, a traditional game that wizards enjoyed playing.

The pieces in wizarding chess are exactly the same as those in Muggle chess, and the rules are the same, with the only difference perhaps being that the pieces are all alive and each can speak, which makes it feel more interesting.

It was Harry's first encounter with this kind of game, and Ron's skills in this area were not bad, so Harry fell into the disadvantage as soon as the game began.

They didn't have to play for long, though, and soon the two of them were caught up in the attention of Clark's new gadget.