Christmas

"I'm gone, Mom"

"Be careful, don't run out onto the ice!"

"Got it"

- Rush out of the door.

It's been a cold day, and Ivey is wearing a winter suit and a glove and felt hat and heading to his destination.

It's about ten o'clock in the morning, and there are still a lot of managers on the road who are directing snow shoveling. The blizzard, which lasted for two days and two nights, covered the town with a layer of silver.

The snow on both sides of the road has piled up into mountains, and neighbors are still shoveling snow from their gardens. On the road, the speed of the vehicles is unusually slow, and the drivers are careful to hold the steering wheel to prevent skidding. There are also special people on the road to spread salt and snow to ensure the smooth flow of the road.

"Merry Christmas! Aunt Oliver"

"Oh~ Sister Dina, you're so beautiful today, Merry Christmas!"

"The little one's mouth is so sweet"......

In a friendly holiday greeting, Ivey arrives at his destination, a park in the middle of the town.

Follow the path to the depths of the park. At this time, the park is full of some of the more lively children in the town.

Come to the lawn by the lake. The surface of the lake has frozen, and many bold children can be seen stretching out their feet and constantly testing the ice, and seven or eight children on the lawn gather together to build a huge snowman.

Today, Ivey is here to do something big!

"Snowball fight!" He shouted excitedly, and threw a snowball on David's face while the others were still stunned. He was Dina's younger brother and lived across the street from Ive's house.

"Sneak attack!"

"It's Ivey, that bastard!"

"Kill him!" ....

The children who reacted began to fight back, and in an instant, seven or eight snowballs flew towards Ivey at the same time. He hurriedly dodged and moved, but still hit 2.

"Haha, I hit him!"

"Well done!" ....

The noise attracts more and more children. I saw snowballs flying on the lawn, like a rain of bullets, and more than 20 people were in a mess.

As the battle heats up, Ive's body is covered in white spots, large and small, that are the marks left by the snowball. He also had a lot of successes, and David, who was taken care of by him, had become a "snowman".

In the midst of a fierce battle, Ivey was suddenly thrown from behind. It was the Levine brothers, these two shameless young men who had found two wooden shovels out of nowhere and kept shoveling snow in an attempt to "bury" him.

"You two bastards are actually doing a sneak attack!"

Ivey struggled, but he was too young, and in the face of twins, who were 5 years older than him, Ivey's resistance only made them more and more happy.

It may be that there are too many people who have been poisoned by the Levine brothers, and more than a dozen children run over to help overwhelm the Levine brothers, and Ivy also took the opportunity to turn over and hug their feet.

"Bury them!"

"Buried! Bury! Bury! ”

More than a dozen people lifted the Levine brothers up to a huge snowdrift, ignored their menaceous voices, and threw them in. The brothers fell into a snowdrift and disappeared in an instant.

"Haha, you deserve it"

"Let you pestle me with a shovel"

The comrades-in-arms were very happy

"You bastards," roared from the snowdrifts

"Run!"

I don't know who shouted, and everyone instantly scattered.

"Ivey! Don't run! I'll kill you! ”

"Bye-bye-the master is not accompanied"

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"I'm back!"

"How's it going, are you having fun?"

Looking at the son who pushed the door in, although he was covered in weeds and snow, he looked very embarrassed, but the excited look on his face couldn't be hidden.

In fact, he was really happy. Since he crossed over, it was this time of year that allowed him to unleash his nature and have some fun. Ivey has been living in JS for the last life, and it would be terrible to have one or two snows in the winter, so it is impossible to have this experience.

So this icy atmosphere is very new to him, and he likes it.

"Well, it's not bad"

He took off his coat and shook it, and slapped the debris off his body. Rubbing his face red from the cold, he walked to the living room and took the hot cocoa from his mother.

"By the way, how are the spell practice?" Erin was preparing lunch, and it was almost twelve o'clock.

"Not much progress"

"Don't be discouraged, with the level of finesse you control now, it's better than your father was when he was an adult."

Ivy couldn't imagine how his father would have lived as a humanoid bomber.

After lunch, Ivey sat at the table to conceive of the training plan, he felt that the previous idea was too rough, although the overall idea was not a problem, but it still needs to be refined.

For him, the best solution is a wand, and having his own wand can greatly increase control. But this is not easy to achieve. Buying a staff was easy, and what Ivey's family had was money. But every wand is on file with the Ministry of Magic.

And, because of her husband's death in battle, Irene, who was already pregnant, decided to move here to live with the Muggles, fearing that the Death Eaters would retaliate. Casting spells in the Muggle world is a matter of focus, and although Ivy is a white wizard with strong roots, he doesn't want to be harassed by the Ministry of Magic every day.

This road is not going to go for the time being, there is still a way.

Cast difficulty decreased

The difficulty of the Transfiguration Spell depends largely on the complexity of the thing you want to change, in addition to the legal person who casts it.

The smaller and more delicate the animal, the more detail and the more difficult it is to depict.

Ivy was ready to give up on the transformation of delicate creatures first. Start with some simple furniture, followed by some beautiful decorations. From some large, rugged animals to some delicate ornamental animals.

As for the delicate instruments made by insects and humans, the difficulty is too high, the former is too small, and the latter is too complicated. It depends on the situation.

For him, what he wants is the complexity of the composition of the object, and improving his level of magic control through the control of details, not that he wants to become an artist and pursue vivid sculpture.

The route is planned, as for whether it can be realized.... Let's talk about it again, anyway, let's put our attitude out first.

With a reasonable plan, Ivy immediately took action, thinking about the whole little stool first.

He pulled out a piece of log and began to cast a spell, and after blowing off two logs, a new change finally appeared. The wood changed from a cylinder to a cuboid, and the surface was unusually rough, and it was a little stiff to sit on.

"Alas, go ahead"

........

"School will start tomorrow~"

Ivy sighed and looked at the various "stools" in front of him. Some missing corners, some broken legs, some hollow cores, and only a small four-legged stool sitting under his ass barely qualified.

It is not spliced like a craft product, and there will be many interfaces on the surface. The magically transformed stool is one and the same. The surface is no longer rough, as smooth as sanded.

There are still some gains from a Christmas holiday practice, in all aspects.

Ivy is still very happy to have progress. I believe no one will hate this sense of harvest after hard work.

He also knew that no matter how much he practiced, his control level would only improve to a limited extent, and in the end he would only cast some simple magic. But that was enough, and Ivey would be very satisfied, after all, he had already gotten enough.

He climbed into bed and lay on his back, his eyes in a daze, his mind empty, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

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Surrey County

No. 4, Nuzhen Road, Xiaohuijin District. In the cupboard below the stairs beside the hallway, ten-year-old Harry sat curled up by the window, looking at the moonlight in deep thought. There was still a noise from upstairs from time to time, presumably Dudley playing a game.

"Harry, go pour me a cup of coffee!"

Just as he was thinking about it, suddenly a male voice came from upstairs. There was a smug tone in his tone, as if to indicate that Harry would have great pleasure.

"Get me a plate of cookies too!" This is cousin Dudley, and he's going to eat again. That's right, he's too "skinny".

"Come now!" Harry replied loudly......

Our Savior is still in dire straits

Ivy had come to his senses, looked at the time, thought of meeting again tomorrow, and fell asleep with some anticipation.

"See you tomorrow, Harry Potter"