Hermione stiffly shifted the subject: "Harry, when are you going to do it?" ”

"Christmas." Harry thought for a moment, and quickly came up with an answer, "There weren't many people in the school at the time, so it was safer for me to go and look through the forbidden book section." ”

Hermione was a little regretful: "Well, I'm going home for Christmas, and it seems that I can't help you." ”

Christmas is a big holiday.

This means that the first half of the school year is completely over for the young wizards, and they will have a two-week break that will not reopen until New Year's Day.

The professors had them register early.

Most of the young wizards choose to go home, Hogwarts is very interesting, but it's been half a year, and they are homesick too.

In the entire dormitory, the first year wizards, only Harry and Ron remained.

On Christmas Eve, they did not act.

Harry is dragged in to celebrate by the Weasley brothers, who steal Wood's vodka and get drunk in the bedroom.

The next day.

Harry was woken up by Hedwig.

It stood on the pillow, cooing, hadn't seen it for half a year, and kept it busy all night as soon as they met, which made it very unhappy.

The Witcher's physique kept Harry from the pain of a hangover, and he was ready to get up and continue his workout - but as soon as he lifted the covers, he noticed a mountain of gifts at the foot of the bed.

Christmas gifts.

It's just that Harry didn't expect so many.

Ron woke up in a daze, yawned, and beckoned to Harry, "Merry Christmas, Harry, oh, and Hedwig." ”

"Why are you up so early?"

Harry got dressed, "I'm going to go to workout, but it seems... I'm going to have to open the gifts this morning. ”

"Exercise, oh yes..."Ron shuddered, suddenly sobering up a little, "You drank so much yesterday and still want to work out?" ”

He looked at Harry in surprise.

George and Fred stole two bottles of vodka last night, and Harry drank more than one bottle alone, drunk and unconscious, grabbed George, ripped off his pants, and made him jump four little swans.

It's all like that, and the next day it's all right?

Harry nodded, and picked up one of the top gifts, wrapped in brown paper, a rough bone flute from Hagrid, which reminded Harry of his own horse, which he loved very much.

Aunt Penny's family also sent a gift, a fifty pence coin, which Ron was intrigued by.

And Ron's mom sent a bright green hand-knitted sweater with a box of lactose.

Sweater he liked, but this color ......

"It would be better if it was red." Harry put his sweater aside, "Green always reminds me of something bad. ”

Ron nodded approvingly, remembering Slytherin.

Hermione brought a chocolate, as well as various magical candies from the other Gryffindor lion cubs.

The professors also sent gifts to Harry.

Professor McGonagall sent two Transfiguration notes—one of her own, one for Harry's father.

Professor Sprout sent a few plant seeds, along with a planting note, and Professor Flitwick sent a wand care kit.

and Snape –

Ron looked at the outer shell of the brown paper wrapper, and looked at the font on it, and a gloomy aura hit his face, and the most eye-catching signature: "Professor Snape actually gave you a gift?" ”

Harry swiped it in his hand, not heavy, "Guess what it will be." ”

"The poison that turned you into blind?" Ron shuddered, "Or maybe it's a potion that can disfigure you?" ”

"Didn't you say Professor Snape had always wanted you to be like this?"

Harry didn't speak, and tore open the package, revealing a box with a price tag on it: "Nine pounds and fifteen pence."

"What is this?" Ron's eyes were confused.

Harry opened the box, and there were brand new sunglasses - he hadn't worn anything like them since he had returned to the world.

"Sunglasses." Harry explained it for him, "An ornament in the world of ordinary people. ”

"Why would you send such a thing?" Ron continued to wonder.

Harry put it on: "Covers my eyes, and covers my face." ”

Snape chose the largest type of frame, larger than his fist, and almost half of Harry's face was behind his sunglasses.

"I can't tell you what you look like." Ron nodded.

Harry tossed it aside.

He didn't like it, and although the witcher had good eyesight and could see in the dark, that didn't mean he was okay to find fault with himself.

The gift was unpacked in the morning.

Until noon.

The bedroom door was pushed open, and George and Fred walked in with each other's arms, their faces pale and their limbs weak: "Harry, Harry, are you okay?" ”

Their greeting froze, and Harry, ruddy-faced, standing in front of the mirror, trying on a new sweater, stopped in their sights, and stopped in the doorway.

George rubbed his eyes.

"I'm fine, what's wrong?" Harry turned to look at them, "Thank you, Mrs. Weasley, for her craftsmanship and comfort." ”

Fred muttered, "Why are you okay?" ”

George helped: "You drank more than the two of us together last night!" ”

"It's not that you drink too much, it's that you drink too little." Harry walked over and patted them on the back, "It's been less than a bottle, and I'm almost throwing up." ”

"That's vodka, Polish vodka, fifty-two degrees!" George clenched his fists, but he didn't even have the strength to do that now.

Harry looked at them with pity: "Okay, now go to the Great Hall, there is still a banquet at noon, remember to fill your stomach, it hurts your stomach with an empty stomach." ”

George and Fred wailed.

They weren't in the mood to eat right now, they just wanted to vomit out all the contents of their stomachs.

There aren't many people staying at school for Christmas, but the food is still luxurious.

As soon as Harry filled a plate of German and French food for himself, Snape flung his robe and walked quickly, came to Harry, and slapped the table: "Potter! ”

Harry glanced at him and smiled mildly, "Merry Christmas, Professor Snape, what's the matter?" ”

Snape frowned, obviously a little disgusted by Harry's expression, "What do you mean, Potter!" ”

"A Christmas present, my dear professor." Unhurried, Harry whispered, "This is my best wish to you. ”

"Really?" Snape sneered.

Harry asked rhetorically, "Don't you like it?" ”

Snape waved his hand, "I hope you like the gift I gave you." ”

"To be honest, I don't really like it." Harry gestured a little, "That thing is very obtrusive to my vision." ”

Snape scoffed, "But it covers your face and eyes, so you don't look stupid enough to be a troll." ”

"But I'm happy." Harry shifted his words, though his face was calm and he didn't see any look of joy that he should have, "The professor remembers me for Christmas." ”

These words made Snape clench in his throat, and his face twisted even more: "Really? I hope that by the end of the term, you'll be as happy as you are now. ”

Snape clenched his wand, resisting the urge to cast a spell on Harry, and turned away.

Wait for his figure to disappear into the hall.

Ron dared to lift his head from the plate: "Harry, what did you do to Professor Snape, why is he so angry?" ”

"I didn't know, I just gave him a Christmas present." Harry was a little confused, too.

It wasn't clear to him why Snape was angry.

He chooses the gifts very carefully.

"The average person doesn't have that kind of expression when they receive a good gift." George stuck his head over, even if he was hangover, he still couldn't stop his mischievous heart, "What did you give him, a toilet seat?" ”

"No, no, no, I guess it's bat droppings." Fred immediately vetoed George's idea.

Harry took a bite of the steak, "It's a shampoo, the kind that works well to remove oil." ”

George and Fred were dumbfounded.

"No wonder Professor Snape is so angry." Ron held his breath, his voice a few points quieter.

George gave a thumbs up, "We've never admired a person so much for a prank, and you would dare to give Professor Snape something like that." ”

Harry shook his head, frowning, "That kind of thing?". ”

"Thank goodness the gift you gave us was pretty normal." Fred gestured at his chest.

George immediately clapped his hand: "Hey, we're wizards. ”

"But it's Christmas!" Fred perked, "The atmosphere is here, no problem!" ”

In the afternoon Harry made up for the workout he hadn't had in time for the morning.

Ron and George had a snowball fight - and while his two older brothers were in poor spirits, he had to pay back the bullying he had been subjected to for the past few years.

And then...

He was made a snowman.

George and Fred are third-year wizards even if they have a hangover, and they use magic.

When night came, Ron looked anxious.

It was almost ten minutes before he could see the time, waiting for the curfew to come, and when the alarm clock rang at eleven o'clock in the evening, Ron couldn't wait to jump out of bed: "Harry, quick, take out the invisibility cloak." ”

He had been looking forward to this moment for a long time.

Harry pulled out the box Dumbledore had given him from his suitcase—he hadn't used the Cloak since he got it, and there was no need to use it in a safe place like Hogwarts.

The cloak was large, more than enough to cover the two of them.

Sure that their figures were hidden in front of the mirror, they crept out of the lounge, and the fat lady muttered, this strange situation made her feel like she was back in time more than ten years ago.

The library is quiet.

Mrs. Pince had already gone back to rest, and they made it all the way to the forbidden book section without any hindrance.

"Fluorescent flickering." Harry flicked his wand, and a faint light lit up.

They looked at the book covers one by one.

Some of the seemingly attractive titles, such as "Powerful Magic", made Ron want to take them out and read them, maybe learn a powerful spell to make himself rebel against the two brothers.

He was slapped on the wrist by Harry.

They had barely looked through a bookshelf when Harry suddenly looked up, his wand pointing, and looked behind him.