On Christmas morning, it snowed so hard outside the window that even the Black Lake was covered with a thick layer of ice.

Hallie's bed was leaning against the window, so she could see through the droplets of water attached to the glass and see the snow-capped mountains in the distance.

Harley felt that the snowy mountains were really unsightly, and the snow was not thick enough. I definitely want to add another layer of thickness to the snowy mountains, but not now.

Harley had only hurried back to the castle in a hurricane at nearly three o'clock last night, and by that time the castle had turned off its lights, and there was no light in the whole bedroom.

Harley didn't bother anyone either, and simply washed up and fell asleep.

When she woke up, it was only seven o'clock, and Harley didn't want to get up at all.

She took one last look out the window, then rolled over and buried her whole body in the soft cashmere quilt.

After all, as we all know, the most difficult escape rooms in the world are:

It was snowing outside, minus ten degrees, the room was at a constant temperature of 20 degrees, he was covered with a quilt, his bedside was full of snacks and drinks, and he happened to have a favorite book in his hand.

It was so perfect!

Whenever these conditions come together, a mysterious special effect is automatically triggered - people are iron, and beds are magnetic.

Want to get up? Impossible, absolutely impossible! Even a doomsday witch who can bathe in magma will decisively choose to lie in bed at such a time!

However, a pair of cold little hands that suddenly reached into the quilt helped Harley forcibly solve the escape room puzzle.

"Hermione!" After a scream, Harley sat up dissatisfied, "Can't you just let me sleep a little longer?" I'm busy until late! ”

"Busy late?" Hermione crossed her hands around her chest and asked with a smile,

"Then dear Miss Hallie, I wonder if you can give me an answer to what you did last night?"

"Ha~~", Hallie yawned and tilted her head to look at Hermione with an innocent expression, "I don't know about meow." ”

"Don't pretend to be innocent here, pretend to be cute." Hermione made a gesture to stick her cold hand to Harry's face, causing Harley to roll twice in a row on the big bed.

"If you really want to know, I'd better ask Professor Dumbledore, he dragged me to work as a child labourer."

Looking at the expression on Hermione's face, Harley muttered again, "It's not a dangerous thing to do anyway...... Probably? ”

Hermione's ears twitched slightly, keenly catching the words.

Her already serious complexion suddenly became not very good-looking, as if she wanted to say something.

Seeing this, Harley hurriedly shifted the conversation to Christmas presents so as not to incur more calamity.

She wants to retract her original thoughts, who said that the calamity mastered by the witch is the most terrifying? Hermione is obviously much more terrifying than herself!

And Hermione probably saw that Harry was unwilling to tell the truth, and since it was Professor Dumbledore's arrangement, Hermione didn't choose to ask more.

The two began to pack up their Christmas presents, and needless to say, Hallie's Christmas presents were once again piled up in most of the room.

In addition, this year, Lavender and Parvati did not choose to go home in order to find a chance to attend Professor Slughorn's Christmas party, so the room was completely full.

Hallie glanced at the other two roommates who had been playing too high last night, and gave them a soundproofing charm.

Hermione helped Harley collect the unsafe gifts from the "mystery fans" while telling Harley about what had happened after Harley had left the previous night.

The evening prepared by Professor Slughorn lasted until twelve o'clock, though many of the senior officials of the Ministry of Magic left early.

Professor Slughorn also seemed to have received some news, so he disappeared after eleven o'clock, and did not come out until twelve o'clock to make a summary.

"What about Fleur?" Harley scrutinized the parchment given to her by one of the magicians.

The master magician was really interesting, and he wrote down a lot of questions and gave them to himself as a gift.

But a few of these questions really get to the point. When Harley looked at the problem, she felt an itch in her heart and wanted to study it.

"Of course I'm going back to France." Hermione's voice suddenly became a little weak,

"Who let Hogwarts be without her dorm? She also asked me to leave you a Christmas present. ”

"What gift?"

"A sweater knitted by hand, but honestly, I don't think this sweater is as good as my hand-knitted scarf......"

Harley glanced at the bright silver sweater that Hermione had thrown at the head of the bed, and then at the white scarf full of holes that Hermione held in her hand, and opened her mouth with difficulty:

"It's okay, a sweater is just as good as a scarf."

"Really?" Hermione stared at Harley suspiciously, "But why do I think this one woven by Fleur looks better?" Are you lying to me? ”

Harley even used the witch's extraordinary abilities at this time, a bright smile appeared on her face, and she gave Hermione a thumbs up,

"It's true! If I lie, I'll let my good friend Amon die a good death! ”

"You're still lying to me, aren't you?" Hermione pounced with her teeth and claws, "I'm fighting with you!" ”

Two spider silks spawned out of thin air, hoisting Hermione into the air.

Hermione resisted, but like a cat in a net, it looked unintimidating, but very cute.

On the windowsill, Hedwig, who had just woken up, glanced at Hallie speechlessly.

Good guys, you can't afford to play like that, huh? Bullying people with extraordinary abilities while fighting?

After calming the fried little witch, Harley quickly counted the gifts.

Sure enough, the group of elderly magic masters still gave them all kinds of magic books, many of which they wrote themselves.

I don't know why these people are so old and why they can write so many papers and new books every day. The code word is obviously so painful, how can they insist on it every day!

And what Hallie sent back was also the industrial "hand-knitted sweater" she often sent. Although it is mass-produced, Harley is controlled by herself, so how can it not be hand-knitted?

Hagrid gave Harrie a lot of herbs from the depths of the Forbidden Forest, which overlapped with Professor Sprout's gifts.

However, according to the objective evaluation, Harley really felt that the quality of the herbs provided by Hagrid was actually much higher than that provided by Professor Sprout.

Professor Snape was given a bottle of newly developed potion, a unique antidote, and how it was prepared.

According to Professor Snape, this potion can remove the magic corpse poison that comes with the Yin corpse when it scratches people.

Hallie thought about it, and it seemed that Voldemort did like to use the Yin Corps, and Professor Snape probably gave himself this gift for this reason.

But...... Voldemort's original storage of the corpse seemed to have been emptied by Harley, and this time he didn't have time to make it.

Hallie is putting away the gift from Professor McGonagall. After a collection of exam essentials and a parchment of spells from Professor Flitwick, and a prank pack crafted by the Weasley twins, I rummaged through the gifts for a while.

Finally she was sure of one thing, Professor Dumbledore hadn't given her a gift yet.

Damn old man! In addition to the wool suit he knitted, he also knitted a set of clothes of the same style and color for Grindelwald! He actually prostituted for nothing! It's a heinous crime!

Harley felt the need to talk to Fawkes and quietly add some genuine to Professor Dumbledore's cockroach pile next time.

Anyway, both of them will burst the pulp, and the old man probably won't be able to eat it.

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It wasn't until after ten o'clock that Hallie and Hermione slipped out of the dorm room and headed for the cafeteria.

After all, there were too many gifts for Harley, and after throwing away the chocolate candies that had been infused with aphrodisiacs or other potions, there were more than a hundred gifts.

At this point in the day, breakfast is no longer available in the cafeteria.

But it's Christmas, how many little wizards can wake up early?

If nothing else, Harley's other two roommates are still asleep.

So there will be 24-hour catering today, and whenever you come to the auditorium, the house-elves will provide food.

At this time, the auditorium was still empty, and most of the students were high until the early hours of the morning yesterday.

Only Professor Sprout, covered in mud, looked like he had just finished tidying up the greenhouse, and now came to the auditorium for a bite to eat and rest.

When she saw Hallie and Hermione, she smiled and waved at them, revealing the warm gloves that Hallie had given her.

"So what the hell did you do yesterday?" Hermione still didn't give up, smearing the sandwich with salad dressing as she tested Harley.

"Nothing." Harry's face was full of indifference, "Someone invaded the Ministry of Magic last night, so Professor Dumbledore rushed over. ”

At the same time, Voldemort went to Azkaban to rob the prison. Professor Dumbledore couldn't spare his hand, so he called me to help stop Voldemort. ”

"Huh?" Hermione subconsciously called out, causing Professor Sprout to look at him.

Hermione hurriedly covered her mouth and lowered her voice,

"How could Professor Dumbledore let you do such a dangerous thing? You're only fifteen years old, and you're not yet an adult! ”

Hallie glanced at Hermione in surprise, "If I had told you that Voldemort had been killed by me last night, would you have fainted directly?" ”

The expression on Hermione's face froze, and she didn't speak for a long time.

"Let's eat." Harley looked indifferent, "I think tomorrow, the news in the newspaper will come out." ”

"No, I guess I'll be able to get some of it out today."

Harley suddenly caught a glimpse of several owls in the sky and reacted that today's Daily Prophet had not yet been delivered.

It seems that Rita wrote the manuscript overnight, and the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet is well aware of the weight of the news, so he would rather have the newspaper delivered later than get the news out this morning.

Hermione took the newspaper and eagerly opened it to find out.

She even forgot to stuff Bronze Nat into the owl, causing the owl to peck her twice.

"I remember you weren't a long-time subscriber to the Daily Prophet?" Hallie stuffed the owl with six copper nats for Hermione, and was a little curious, "Why do you need to pay for it?" ”

"I subscribed to collect the Daily Prophet and keep the valuable parts of it separately." Hermione replied casually,

"Do you think there is any value in the war of words of various high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic this year?"

"Not really." Harley nodded, and added silently in her heart, "The political literacy of this group of people is far worse than that of the nobles and officials of the Rune Kingdom. ”

Hermione didn't respond, and she was speechless from the news of the newspaper.

"The Department of Mysteries has been invaded by Mysteries and Death Eaters? At the same time, the Azkaban Wizard Prison was robbed by a mysterious man, and the island where it was located was ...... Gone? Only a hollow remains? ”

"Look, it's not a big deal, is it?" Harley casually finished eating the bacon on her plate, "It's said it doesn't matter. ”

"It doesn't matter what you call it?" Hermione couldn't help but grab Harley's ear.

"Wrong, wrong, sister...... spare my life"

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In the Gryffindor boys' dormitory, Neville scrambled out of bed.

Seamus and Dean don't think they have any hope of being invited, so they've both gone home.

And Ron was still asleep in bed at this time, and it seemed that he would sleep until twelve o'clock at noon as usual.

Neville began to count his gifts.

As usual, his gifts were not much, after all, he only had those few friends.

After unpacking most of the gifts, Neville was surprised to find that there was still one gift pressed at the bottom.

It was a gift from Hallie.

"Flat packaging, is it a notebook like in previous years?" Neville muttered, a cheeky smile on his face,

"That's great, I'm worried. What about exams. ”

He couldn't wait to unpack it, only to find that it was a mirror inside.

"Mirrors?" Neville was suddenly curious, he didn't like to look in the mirror.

To find out, Neville took the mirror in his hand and rummaged through it.

But this mirror looks very ordinary, just like the ordinary mirrors sold at the roadside stalls in Diagon Alley.

And there was only one greeting card with a blessing in the bag, which made Neville even more confused.

"This glass feels weird, it looks like it has been treated with herbs."

Since he couldn't guess the intention, Neville stopped guessing. After smelling the herbs on the mirror, he subconsciously stroked the mirror and knocked it lightly twice.

The moment he struck, a light suddenly bloomed in the mirror.

A dazzling flash of turquoise flashed, and Neville's bed was empty.

At the same time, the mirror world.

Neville rubbed his eyes and looked around, trying to determine what was going on.

After realizing that he had left the dormitory, a strange little room, Neville's face was filled with horror.

Until he saw the corner of the room, which was covered with iron locks.

One end of the wire connected to the ring on the wall, while at the other end was a witch dressed in tattered wizard's robes and covered in blood.

It's Bellatrix Lestrange.

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…… (End of chapter)