"I received several gifts! Ron! ”

Harry shouted in surprise as he looked at the small pile of gift boxes at the foot of his bed.

The sleepy-eyed Ron rubbed his eyes and said in a not-so-sober tone, "So what do you think you'll receive?" Cabbage? ”

As he spoke, he looked at the large pile of packages at the foot of his bed. Obviously, it was much bigger than Harry's pile.

Looking at them, Ron scratched his head and muttered, "It seems to be a little more than in previous years." ”

While he was still wondering, Harry couldn't wait to open his gift.

Picked up the treasure on the top, and glanced at the thick kraft paper, the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing, rough and very bold.

"Hagrid to Harry"

Harry pinched the paper bag, which took on the outline of a small cylinder under pressure.

"Is it a telescope?"

Ron leaned over at some point and asked, looking interested.

"Monoculars? What do you mean? ”

Harry asked, preparing to open the paper bag. He tore it first, but didn't tear it, he leaned in front of him to look at the place where the paper wrap was glued, and then silently took out a paper cutter from the drawer of the table next to his bed.

"Monoculars! It's an important item to watch a Quidditch match! Those big Quidditch pitches you can't see without a magic telescope with a high magnification. ”

Ron stared at the paper bag and watched with anticipation as Harry unwrapped the gift.

Harry slipped open the paper bag, reached inside, and pulled out a crudely made flute.

Ron was disappointed, but Harry was still happy. He put the flute to his mouth and blew it gently, and the flute made a strange sound. It's kind of like an owl calling.

"I bet Hagrid made this thing himself."

Ron looked at the Hagrid-style flute and said to Harry.

Harry tilted his head indifferently, "It's better, isn't it?" And it's also possible that I can't blow. ”

Ignoring Ron's disappointment, Harry rummaged through his drawer, then got up and walked over to his chest, opened it, pulled out an unworn garment, and under Ron's surprised gaze, cut open the garment, and wrapped the flute in a precious way.

"Ah...... Is it necessary? ”

Ron scratched his head, puzzled.

Harry nodded vigorously. Then, he returned to the foot of the bed and picked up the second paper bag.

This paper bag is small and looks thin.

When opened, there is a note inside.

"We received your heart and attached a Christmas gift for you. Aunt Vernon and Aunt Penny. ”

After reading the letter, Harry flipped the note to the back.

There was a fifty penny coin glued there.

Harry didn't have any expression on his face.

"It's friendly." He whispered. Then he looked up and saw Ron, staring straight at the coin.

"It's weird," said Ron, "such a shape! Is this Muggle money? ”

"You can keep it." Without even thinking about it, Harry handed the coin to Ron. Ron took the coin, a blush of excitement on his face, and flipped it over and over again. I kept muttering, 'It's funny.'"

Harry ignored the ecstatic Ron and looked at the rest of the present at the foot of the bed.

"Hagrid's, Uncle Vernon's, who sent the rest?"

Harry asked, puzzled.

"I think I know who gave it to me." Ron, a little embarrassed, said to the wise man in a bulging paper bag, "It's my mother, I said to her, you thought you wouldn't receive a gift—oh! Awful ......"

Ron groaned in pain as he looked at the paper bag that had been ripped open by Harry, "She knitted you a sweater that is unique to the Wesleys. ”

Harry saw the thick bright green sweater at hand. There's also a large box of unlabeled, creamy gummies that it presses underneath.

Ron felt for the same paper bag as Harry at the foot of his bed.

"She knits us a sweater every year." Ron said listlessly, "Mine is always dark fuchsia. ”

Harry opened the box, filled a piece of fudge into his mouth, and nodded vigorously.

"It's really delicious!"

Harry said sincerely, "She's so good! ”

There are three left in the paper packet. Two seem to be not small, the other looks just and looks thin, but the shape is not small.

Harry reached out and took one of the two small ones.

Ron leaned over curiously. He also wondered who would give Harry the gift.

Unwrapping the paper packet, there was a lot of sugar. There are all kinds of them, and none of them are cheap.

"Merry Christmas, Pote!"

Seeing the note, Harry knew who had delivered the package.

"Malfoy? He's going to give you a gift? ”

Ron looked at Harry in disbelief, as he smelled a perfume from his husband's neck.

"We don't have a bad relationship, and he's ...... Rich. ”

Harry didn't explain much, anyway, under Luke's lead, although his relationship with Malfoy was not good friends, but it was not enough to pinch each other. Plus, Malfoy does have money,

"I guess there should be people who have a reasonable relationship with him."

Harry looked at Ron and said solemnly.

Ron shook his head, "I don't think I have." Check out the next one. I guess Luke should give you a gift too. ”

"Then you should have it too." Harry said as he dragged another large paper bag over.

"It's heavy." Harry said.

Tear open the paper packet, and the first thing on it is a note is, and in terms of length, it is closer to a letter.

"Merry Christmas, Harry, I've thought about your present for a long time, but in the end I decided to give you some books. Most of them are common sense and relatively remote knowledge about the wizarding world. It will be helpful for you who have not lived in the wizarding world since childhood. Of course, there is also a copy of the Quidditch training notebook, which I bought from the talented teenager Victor Krum in Bulgaria. He was seen as the future of Bulgarian Quidditch. ”

"I think you'll like it. If you want to become a Quidditch player, I think it will help you a bit. ”

"Luke Gaunt."

Harry read the note word for word, then took a deep breath.

Ron asked curiously, "What did Luke say?" ”

Harry slipped the note into his pocket. Then he dodged away, and Ron saw a whole bunch of books like that.

"Oh the hell......"

Ron let out a wail, "Luke won't give me a bunch of books too!" ”

Then he saw that Harry had found a nondescript looking notebook from the pile of books, and his expression was very solemn.

"What is this?" Ron leaned over curiously.

Then he saw the words on the cover of the note.

"Quidditch Seeker Training Routine and Do's and Don'ts – Wickdor Krum."

The side of Ron's mouth turned into an 'O' shape.

"Oh my God! Krum's Notes! It's Krum's notes! ”

Ron exclaimed. He subconsciously snatched the notebook and read it. But it was stopped in time. He also knew that this thing was not for him.

"Is he famous?"

Harry asked, curious.

"Very famous!" Ron nodded like garlic, "He's a prospective seeker for the Bulgarian national team, and although he's still a student, he already has the ability to become a top professional player." It is said that in the next Quidditch World Cup, he will be the Seeker for the Bulgarian team! ”

"Luke was able to get his notes...... It's so rich......"

Apparently, Ron also realized that it was a credit to the money. Of course, it's certainly not just the money that's just to blame.

Luke spent a lot of effort on this notebook. After looking for a lot of people, I finally used the money to knock Krum unconscious and get this notebook.

Harry looked at the note, which was not good-looking, but of incalculable value, and was silent for a moment, and then said, "Ron, you say, how about I become a professional Quidditch player in the future?" ”

Ron was interrupted by this sudden question, and then he exclaimed, "Of course! Harry, you're all right! ”

The confidence in his tone was more than Harry's own.

Harry had a big smile on his face.

I touched the cover of the note, and then cherished it and placed it on my bed. Then he brought the last paper bag over.

"Look who sent this. I'll see what Luke has given me in a moment. It would be great if it was also a note! ”

Ron said as he glanced at his pile of gifts. He tried to tell if the one was going to be given to him by Luke.

Harry took the paper bag in his hand and flipped it, and the paper bag jumped twice on his hand.

The portions are light.

He unwrapped the paper bag, and without paying attention, something that looked like a liquid, silver-gray glow slid down to the floor and gathered in a heap.

Ron gasped as he looked at the pile.

"I've heard of this thing." He swallowed, "If I'm right—this thing is very rare and very valuable. ”

Luke was not impressed by his somewhat pompous description, and asked "What is it?" He leaned over and picked it up from the ground.

As soon as he started his hand, a hint of surprise flashed across Harry's face: "Like water...... Fabric? ”

Ron heard him say this, and a look of awe appeared on his face, "It's the invisibility cloak, I'm sure - Harry, put it on." ”

Harry draped the cloak over his shoulders and Ron let out a shout.

"Sure enough! Look down! ”

Harry looked down at his feet, but there was nothing. With an excited smile on his face, he ran to the mirror in high spirits. At this time, in the mirror, only his head was selected in mid-air, and his body was completely invisible. And when he pulled the cloak above his head, he was completely hidden in the mirror.

"Note, Harry, there's a note falling out."

Ron exclaimed as he looked at the note that had suddenly fallen from the front of the mirror.

Harry immediately took off his invisibility cloak and grabbed the letter. When he saw it, it was a slender, circled font that he had never seen before.

"Your father left this thing for me before he died.

It should be returned to you now.

Use it well.

I sincerely wish you a Merry Christmas. ”

There was no title, Harry waited for the note in a daze, and Ron sighed at the invisibility cloak.

"If I can get something like this, I don't want anything!"

He looked at the invisibility cloak and said excitedly and enviously.

Harry, on the other hand, stared at the note in a daze, his expression glazed over, his hands trembling slightly unconsciously.

"What's wrong with you, Harry?"

Ron looked at Harry quizzically.

"Nothing." Harry slipped the letter into his pocket, and looked thoughtful.

It's a pity that before he could figure it out, 'Who sent this?' ''Is this really his father's?'' These two questions were heard by the twins' cheerful voices from the doorway.

In front of these two people, it is really difficult to think quietly. Harry was dragged into the Christmas presents discussion.

They wore Wesley's signature sweaters and asked Ron to wear them. Once Ron was half-pushed and half-dressed, they showed the two of them the Christmas gift that Luke had given them.

A lease of a shop. Low to almost none, and a great location. Anyone in the know knows how valuable this thing is.

At the urging of the crowd, Ron also opened the gift that Luke had given him.

And not so ingenious, just a bag of money.

Luke wrote that he really hadn't come up with anything good to give him. Because he needed so much. New robes, new wands, new textbooks, and even new pets. So just give him a little money, what he wants, what he needs to buy it himself.

Although compared to others, there is really nothing new. But it's really practical. Ron just grunted softly. But when he saw that Percy had nothing, there was not even the slightest dissatisfaction.

Everyone's friends with Luke, guess who isn't?

……

"You still have time to prepare a gift for us?"

Gemma looked at the gift box placed by the door, her face confused.

Luke was lying on the table writing letters, and there was a large box next to him.

"It doesn't take much time to prepare a gift." Luke stuffed the freshly written letter into the box, sealed the box, and stood up with the box in his hand.

As he walked out the door, he said to Gemma, "If you don't make a decision, you will send a book." Knowledge is valuable to the vast majority of people. ”

"On weekdays, if you are not interested in knowledge, you will give money, and you are generally too lazy to figure out what he wants."

"The words of those who are familiar with it, they know what they want on weekdays, they just buy it and give it away."

"And some gifts......"

Luke placed the large box in front of the owl waiting outside the door, and the owl picked up the box and flew off into the distance. I don't know where to go.

"It has some purpose in itself...... Or rather, some anticipation. ”