As soon as the weekend is over, it officially enters the Christmas holidays, and although Hogwarts Express sent off a group of students who chose to go home for the holidays, there are too many students who stay in school, and it is no different from usual.

Ike knew very well that the so-called plot had actually changed, and with so many people going to the Christmas dinner, Professor Trelawney would definitely not have made that prediction about "Thirteen".

If there's one regret so far, it's that Ike hasn't seen the level of divination on the waste notebook system until now. Even if the divination is at the level of LV4, it can be said that it is more attractive to predict or prophetic divination.

"Maybe there's really no talent?" Ike thought.

On the 24th, Ike was captured by Professor Flitwick to help decorate the castle. This job actually helps every year, but this is the first time I was called away early in the morning. It's not much, and with his magic level, it doesn't take much effort to just hang up decorations.

On Christmas Day, Ike was woken up early by Stewart and Terry, and even Michael and Anthony came over, all four of them were carrying a lot of gifts ready to open and see.

I didn't have this opportunity before, but now it's time to compare.

Similar to last year, Ike's gift didn't change much, and he was the first to lose. Stewart gets a Christmas sweater from his mom, the one with a reindeer on it, which kills him. Michael and Anthony weren't much better, but they were better than Stewart's.

Terry took the lead, and a two-year-old Halo 2000 made him really enjoy Stewart's envious gaze. Even if this thing is sold for two years, the price is still not cheap.

Of course, there is no comparison with the latest fire crossbow arrows.

The common room was bustling, and Penelope, who stayed on campus, led a group of witches to decorate the common room, and contributed a lot of candy and dessert drinks, and Professor Flitwick also provided his own small cakes. When Ike and the others came out, they were occupying the sofa and joking, very happy.

I said hello and naturally blended in. Naturally, Stewart and Anthony chatted with the Quidditch players like Autumn, and Terry got involved with the Disc Wheel 2000.

But the consequences were severe, and under the coercion of two bad friends, Stewart and Anthony, the use of the broom was directly in the hands of Ravenclaw's Seeker Cho.

Autumn was still a little embarrassed, but even the coerced Terry repeatedly asked for humility, so he agreed to use the broom during the competition.

After all, her comet broom was too old.

"We're going to win the Quidditch Championship!" Stewart shouted that a good broom would be a huge improvement for a Seeker. But he didn't rejoice for long, and when everyone arrived in the Great Hall and saw the brand-new fire bolt in Harry's hand, Stewart wilted.

"It's okay, the gap between the Light Wheel 2000 and the Fire Ballista Arrow is smaller than that of the Comet and the Fire Ballista Arrow."

Patting Stuart on the shoulder, Ike stepped aside, sat quietly at the Ravenclaw table, and ate breakfast in silence.

"You're avoiding me." After a while, Hermione sat down with a big-faced cat whose face looked like it had been slapped by a pan.

"I didn't." Ike denied it.

"Impossible!" Hermione had a look on her face that I could see through you, "Don't forget, we had three classes together, and every time you left just after class. ”

"You can't blame me, and neither can you, after all...... We all have to take two or three classes at the same time. ”

"The last time I was on the three brooms, you saw me!"

"Are you sure you want me to say hello to you then?" Ike handed over a sandwich and his eyes swept to the densest part of the Gryffindor table, "There was one more person who wasn't supposed to be there." ”

"And, next to you is Professor McGonagall, are you sure you let her know about it?"

"You!" Hermione was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say, and took a bite that was stronger than a sandwich.

"I need you to help me with something."

"Can I refuse?" Ike replied.

"Can't! I haven't forgotten the stun spell you threw on my head at the end of last semester! ”

Hermione obviously turned over the old accounts, and Ike had to nod helplessly, and then took the big-faced cat with the same confused face.

"Help me take care of Crook Hill for a while, I don't know anyone else who will help me but you." Hermione's expression was a little lonely, "It always likes to catch Ron's stupid mouse, I've told it several times, it doesn't work, as long as you can't see it at a glance, it will definitely chase that stupid teacher......"

"Ron and I have argued a lot, and I've explained a lot, Crookshank isn't going to hurt that stupid rat at all, it's just curious......"

"No wonder ......," Ike muttered to himself suddenly.

"Huh? Why not? Hermione, interrupted, asked.

"No wonder you give me cat food at Christmas, you used to give books and quills." Ike stroked the cat, and it felt surprisingly good.

Hermione was a little embarrassed by the words, and casually picked up a glass of milk and took a sip to hide her embarrassment.

"That's my cup." Ike said as he stroked the cat, "I just drank it." ”

"Ahem!"

Hurriedly put down the cup, Hermione's ears were a little red, but they were covered by thick hair and couldn't be seen.

Maybe she was coughing too loudly, or maybe the snoring from Crook Hill was too ...... That's it, and Jimmy, who had been hiding in Ike's collar, crawled out.

Jimmy hasn't been out very much since November, maybe it's too cold, and last year it was like that.

"Long time no see, Jimmy!" Hermione stretched out her hand, and Jimmy climbed over naturally, looking at Crookshan, who was clumped into a cat cake, with some confusion.

"I ...... I'm going back and take care of it! After that, he showed a vicious expression.

Then, he left with Jimmy.

"Oh...... Yes? At first, Ike didn't react, but when he reacted, Crookshan scratched his hand with his paws again, and then he came back to his senses and used the cat eighteen pose.

"Purr...... Purr ......"

Listening to the comfortable snoring of Crookshan, Ike was in a trance for a while. I remember that it was the same in the old days, whenever he was eating at home, the long-haired Persian cat of the same color would lie on his lap and purr like this.

Moreover, the cat was much better looking than Crookhill, at least the face was not flat.

Although, its name is also Crook Hill.