"Merry Christmas, Kano!" Neville's round face was a little reddened from the cold, "You're out shopping today, too." ”

"As you can see, my house-elf says he's... Need some room to play. Kano spread his hands, and Neville laughed.

"Won't you tell me about it? Little girl. The old lady put her withered hand on Neville's shoulder, and he shook involuntarily.

"When... Of course, Kano, this is my grandmother. Grandma, this is my classmate, Canopus. Blake, who usually takes good care of me. ”

Neville looked as reserved as he had when he first met Kano, and the old lady looked at her dissatisfied.

"Just call me Mrs. Longbottom, Merry Christmas, darling." The old lady gracefully stretched out her hand, and Kano shook it busily.

"Merry Christmas, ma'am. I don't think Neville just has much experience introducing his classmates to you. Kano smiled and patted Neville on the shoulder, "Don't be nervous, I don't think my looks will scare Mrs. Longbottom." ”

He grimaced, Neville relaxed, and Mrs. Longbottom's frown was smoothed.

Neville's parents were once famous Aurors and had defeated Voldemort three times, but were eventually defeated by Bellatrix. Lestrange catches him and tortures him with the Heart-Piercing Curse to become a madman.

Mrs. Longbottom grew up with Neville alone, and naturally had to play a serious image, but her love for her grandson was no one else. Kano was also full of respect for her.

Carnot and Neville were strolling ahead, and Mrs. Longbottom followed half a step behind, handbag.

"That pen you gave me is so good, Kano." Neville kept expressing his love for the gift.

Kano was pleased that his work was recognized: "I've always thought that the design of the memory ball is simply anti-human, and it turns red when you forget things, but..."

"But I've forgotten about it, and I can't remember it when you remind me!" Neville couldn't help but interrupt, full of resentment.

These were definitely Neville's heartfelt words, and the Memory Ball had become the number one enemy in his heart under forgetfulness.

A few people walked past Lady Morkin's robes shop, which was selling Christmas sets, Jokowi's joke shop, which held Christmas specials, and finally saw the Malfoys in front of Duke Honey's candy store.

Draco, the young master of the Malfoy family, was holding a licorice wand and a bloody lollipop to shoot his bow left and right. Malfoy patted Draco's head lovingly, Lucius. Malfoy walked in front of him with a blank face, glancing at his son from time to time, and smiling slightly.

At this time, Draco was not the annoying and weak young master, but a little child who was pampered by his parents.

Regardless of how the family is doing wind and rain outside, repeatedly jumping sideways in their positions, they really attach great importance to their families.

Maybe you're scolding Draco a little too much? Children, there should always be a chance to make corrections...

"Oh no." Neville muttered, "I don't want to run into them at Christmas." ”

Kano asked curiously, "What's wrong?" Are they going to beat you up in the street? ”

"Of course not, just look." Neville sighed, and then Kano saw Lucius and Lady Longbottom facing each other like two cocks ready to fight.

"Lady Longbottom, it's a pleasure to see you." Lucius's chin was raised high, as if greeting Mrs. Longbottom with his nostrils.

"It's a mixed feeling to see you at Christmas, Mr. Lucius."

The vulture ornament on the tip of Mrs. Longbottom's hat swayed, expressing the bad mood of her master.

"Isn't this Neville? Listen to Draco say that you have made a lot of progress this year, and you have learned at least a few spells. Lucius's high nose turned to Neville in a strange compliment.

Neville showed his magical abilities very late, and was almost mistaken for a squib. Squibs are very discriminated against in the wizarding world, like Filch, the administrator of Hogwarts, whose labor has never been cherished.

Lucius used to talk about Neville almost every time, and the old lady Longbottom, who had raised an excellent son of an Auror, trembled.

Even though Neville had made great progress now, he still couldn't deal with this kind of sarcasm, and could only wait for the old lady to return the favor.

"I'm sorry for your family Draco, this kid always remembers other people's behavior so clearly, I don't know and think he's going to report this to a big guy." Mrs. Longbottom, in an operatic aria, said, "I think it's a family tradition." ”

This time it was Lucius' turn to look ugly. The Malfoys were fanatical purebloods, and Lucius was a stalwart of the Death Eaters. What he often does is use the influence of his family to find out the news and report it to his master, Lord Voldemort.

Immediately after Voldemort's downfall, Lucius claimed that he had been under the Imperius Curse. By stuffing money into the Ministry of Magic, and by not being directly involved in the hunt for opponents, Lucius escaped from prison.

Mrs. Longbottom's counterattack was accurate and ruthless, hitting Lucius directly in the sore spot.

Lucius snorted through his nose, not intending to continue the verbal battle with the pair of grandchildren.

When he looked back, he saw his wife, Narcissa. Malfoy was looking at Canopus with a complicated expression.

"Hello, Canopus." She placed her hands on her son's shoulders and seemed to weigh the words, "I never knew you existed, you... How have these years been? ”

Narcissa's father and Regulus's father are brothers, which means that Narcissa is Kano's aunt.

But another aunt of Kano, namely Bellatrix. Lestrange is the culprit who directly forced the death of Carno's mother, Vivian.

Kano really couldn't be kind to this woman, although she was not a Death Eater, she and Bellatrix were actually very close.

"If it weren't for Miss Bellatrix, my mother would still be able to talk to you now, Miss Narcissa."

Narcissa's face turned pale, and Lucius glanced at Kano, grabbed his wife, and left with Draco.

Neville saw that Carnot was in a bad mood, and soon after, he took his leave with Mrs. Longbottom.

Kano was tempted to say that he was not affected, but when he looked into the glass window of the store, he found that his expression had become indifferent.

It's still too far from the realm of joy and anger.

Kano rubbed his cheeks, once again attracting the attention of many little girls.

He had no choice but to walk away quickly, in the direction of home.

Maybe one day when Bellatrix is slaughtered, the idea will be cleared.