Today is Christmas Eve.

A day one step away from consummation.

Daphne mustered up the courage to step into the tower.

See the person you have in mind.

It's like a fairy tale, where a princess meets a prince.

Riddle stepped off Daphne's shoulder and flew towards the owl shelf.

Basil still didn't throw the two tricksters out, and after a lap outside, he came back, and flew towards Riddle's owl stand, staying at his side.

Black and white owls stay together.

When John saw Daphne, he wondered, "You're not going home?"

"Christmas is coming."

Daphne was dyed red, and she stood there and said, "I just want to see you."

With that, she explained in a panic, "Draco took Astoria and made her father angry."

John was silent.

It was something Malfoy could have done.

Christmas, but abducted someone else's daughter.

John sighed, "What do you say Draco is going to do so that he won't be killed by Mr. Greengrass?"

"If he died," Daphne smiled kindly, "he wouldn't have been killed."

Well, it is true that a person who is already dead will not be able to kill a second time.

Snowflakes drift along the moonlight into the magic tower.

When John saw that Daphne was cold, he took off his coat and draped it over Daphne.

"It's not warm in this place." John said, "Riddle is afraid of you being cold, too."

This woke Daphne to her senses.

No wonder Riddle has always been by his side.

The owl that looks the coldest is the warmest one.

For example, Basil, which has no heart or lungs, doesn't notice at all.

Now that the guests are here.

Naturally, John wanted to entertain him.

He snapped his fingers, and a pair of tea sets popped up.

John conjures up a stove for Daphne to keep warm.

Warm tea was poured into the cup, and Daphne took a sip.

It's just warm and warm.

The two sat in the empty tower, and John apologized, "I didn't have much to prepare."

"No, that's fine." Daphne looked out, she was draped in John's coat.

The moonlight hit her eyes, casting a veil on her face.

John saw this, and his fingers moved.

Daphne stood up and walked outside.

On the top floor of the Magic Tower, there is an exit that overlooks the city.

She stepped barefoot on the falling snowflakes, and her eyes reflected the lively scene of thousands of lights.

Leaning against the wall, she stared at the scenery in amazement.

"Is this what you see?" She asked, as if talking to herself.

John nodded, looked over there, and said, "Beautiful, isn't it?"

It's beautiful indeed.

Whether it's the scenery or the beauty.

Tom arched from John's arm into his arms, and he smiled flatteringly at his tongue.

John rubbed Tom's dog's head.

Seeing this, Riddle looked at Basil and then at Tom.

At this moment, Basil seems to have completed communication with Riddle.

Leap off the owl frame, make a perfect arc in the air, and fly in front of John.

Tom, who was supposed to be in John's arms, was grabbed by Basil and flew away as soon as he turned his head.

Tom blinked, a little unresponsive, wasn't he in his master's arms just now?

Flying up the stairs, Tom didn't have time to beg for mercy before he was thrown straight down by Basil.

A dog, turning like a ball from above, rolls down the stairs.

Hermer's footsteps froze, it was going to find John.

But the black *** head can fall next to it

Eagle, staring at it with its round eyes.

Helmer retracted and had to hug his eldest brother.

"John." Daphne, who stood there, turned around as if determined, and called out softly to John.

John looked up and responded, "I'm here."

Standing in the cold moonlight, like a spotlight, it fell on the girl's beautiful dress.

Snowflakes fall into it along the moonlight, and the girl takes off her coat.

She stretched out her hand, like a boy's hand every time.

This time, it was her turn.

"Dance with me."

Daphne smiled serenely.

She was like the moonlight, shining into the dark magic tower.

She is also the stove, dispelling the loneliness and coldness in it.

And John, that's the magic tower, it's the lonely cold.

He looked at the girl in the moonlight.

Like her wand, the darling of the moon.

Invitations need to be responded to.

A smile tipped into John's mouth as he stepped towards the moonlight.

Standing in front of Daphne, he was within striking distance of the moon.

He reached out and made contact with the inviting finger.

Coldness, passed from John's fingers to Daphne.

Warmth, however, was passed from Daphne to John.

Daphne took the initiative to take John's hand and pull him into the light.

Under the moon and snow.

It's like one Christmas, and they attend together.

That time John took Daphne's hand, and this time he was the passive one.

"Wrap your arms around my waist." Daphne's voice trembled slightly, but she still spoke.

John moved one hand down and touched his slender waist.

At this moment, there were a little more waves in his heart.

In the silent lake, throw a pebble.

In this ball, there are only two owls and two star spirits as spectators.

There is no music, because everything in this world is playing for them.

Dance, feet, hands.

The rotation shows beauty, Daphne is light, like a canary.

But the canary should not be imprisoned in a cage.

With smiles on their faces, they held their own dance party under this moonlight.

Hermo was intrigued, and he and Hector were in the corner, learning to be like two people and began to dance.

However, the star spirits were short-handed, and the dancing between the two guys quickly turned into a fight with each other.

Riddle couldn't take it anymore and slapped the noisy little guy away.

They were immediately well-behaved like good babies.

Basil's eyes are sharp, and it sees Tom as he prepares to climb the last three steps.

Fly over and kick Tom's head as he reached the last step.

Tom didn't have time to see his master dancing, so he rolled back on.

It is estimated that only this dog can withstand being kicked twice in a row.

The wizards outside are not ready to rest.

They gathered in front of the biggest screen.

Christmas trees are erected in the shops along the street. Covered in white, the City of Wizards is full of activity.

Their cheerful music sounded, sending blessings to their witch king.

The singing class holds the toad and sings for this upcoming Christmas.

In the werewolf community, children come together.

The adults sang the praises of the Witch King on this day, thanking the Witch King for his fairness and thanking the Witch King for the food he gave them.

The two brothers, Hatsudai and Zofie, stood together, and they looked at the innocent and lovely smiles of those children with doting eyes.

Looking back at the house, it was like he could see Old Jack looking at himself the way he had done before.

"Let's go, kids, let's *** square and count down to Christmas together."

Zofir

With a boyish side, cheer and take the lead with the children to the central square.

Lupin and Tonks hold their children together and also keep up with the community.

The Weasley home was just as lively.

The twins pleaded their family to the central plaza.

Ginny and Ron also take a break from work and return home.

The family set off towards the central square.

Under the huge screen in the central square, the gathered wizards watched as the clock clocked towards zero.

They began the countdown. Look at the book

10、9、8、7…… 3、2、1......

0！

Christmas bells rang and fireworks lit up over the City of Wizards.

A dance on the magic tower came to an end at the same time.

Daphne looked up at John and said, "Merry Christmas, John."

John chuckled, "Merry Christmas, Daphne."

Merry Christmas, all.

The faces that are close at hand, in the sound of fireworks and countless blessings.

Daphne had fantasized many times about such a day.

From being rescued by John from Peeves, this love affair lasted for several years.

Daphne smiled, her smile like a flower, and her right hand slowly touched John's heart.

Quiet and silent.

And so they stood still.

"Promise me, John," Daphne met those eyes, with emotion in them, "don't forget me."

Perhaps knowing something, Daphne stroked the face with her left hand.

The slight heartbeat of the fingers of the right hand is a symbol of being human.

The promise she had made to herself when she came echoed in her mind.

Maybe it's time to let it go.

Be a loser in this love chase game.

Daphne let go of her hand, she turned to leave, she had no regrets.

Is that right?

"Daphne." John stopped her, subconsciously reaching out and touching her wrist.

The skin touched by her fingers, like indelible marks, was imprinted on Daphne's heart.

She understood herself, and she understood that the courage she had summoned was as fragile as paper.

Yes, in the face of love.

What Slytherin can be brave?

is a coward.

We are calculating and wise.

But in love, we are so cowardly that we are like blind people who can't see clearly in front of us, grabbing the slightest trace of refusal to let go of our fingers.

Love, is great.

Great for forbearance and restraint.

I'm sorry, my king.

The selfish Slytherins try to possess you again and again.

Even if I fall into the abyss, I still want to be close to you.

It's my stupidity and narrow-mindedness.

My king, allow my selfishness, even if I bury myself deep in the dirt, to forget your tenderness.

The forbearance of love, this is the last decency of Slytherin.

But you're driving me crazy.

I'm a loser, stuck in the mire of this chase, and I can't help myself.

Let me drown in it in exchange for your love for the people you give.

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