The retirement life did not last long.

Because Christmas is coming.

I don't know why a group of wizards had Christmas, but Owen is thankful that it freed him.

Morning auditorium.

The walls were covered with weeping ribbons of holly and mistletoe, and a whole dozen towering Christmas trees were erected throughout the room, some with shiny Xiaoice pillars, others with hundreds of candles.

He, Owen, sat alone at the long Hufflepuff table, tasting the elaborate cake made by the elves.

These are all Hufflepuff Lady recipes that have been passed down for thousands of years.

You can hear 1,400 years of history, you can see 1,400 years of history, and you can taste 1,400 years of history.

Hogwarts 491.

Well, seriously, I can't taste anything new after eating too much of this rose cake, and more than 1,400 years have passed, but the taste is still sweet.

...

In the corridor, many young wizards who have changed into their regular clothes run back and forth, and everyone is talking and laughing and looking forward to the Christmas holidays.

The games that swept the wizarding world, such as wizard chess, wizard cards, and all sorts of annoying Weasley gadgets, were everywhere in this day of the professor's acquiescence.

"Bang" a cloud of Weasley fireworks explode in front of the auditorium's door.

Owen heard the prestige, only to see that in front of the door, the Gryffindor trio collided with the blonde grass of Slytherin.

Swallowing the last bite of rose cake in his hand, Owen picked up the pumpkin pie next to him and took a bite, skimming his head to watch the play.

It's a pity that the Slytherin Zuan guy who has always been there didn't exert his strength.

It should be said that since being beaten up by Harry and Ron, Malfoy has been much more 'well-behaved'.

Looking at Harry's eyes, there was such a 'affection' (hatred)

A stubborn little expression of love...

Hum!

Boring.

Owen's handsome little face twisted

The whole auditorium is filled with the sour smell of love!

Really, it affects people's appetite!

Then, he lifted his feet and left the auditorium.

Back in the common room, he played wizarding chess with himself all morning, which he had prostituted from the old headmaster's professor's office.

At noon, while eating in the Great Hall, I unexpectedly met Dumbledore again...

The old headmaster smiled and kindly invited (forced) him to sit in his office.

Owen's wandering soul had nowhere to put it, so he simply followed.

A few hours later.

It wasn't until late that he returned to the Hufflepuff common room.

Wake up early the next morning.

A new day is accompanied by the demise of a certain great power, silently.

Christmas is slowly coming to an end of a great era.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Owen realized that there was something at the foot of his bed.

After opening the bed curtain, he saw that it was a box.

Large wooden box, with metal wraps at the corners and riveted.

There are three packages on the box.

The colors are different, and they can be distinguished from the soil, and at a glance they know that Professor Sprout gave it to him.

If you look at it, it is wrapped in an old book, "A Thousand Magical Herbs and Mushrooms".

Owen flipped through a few pages and found that it was full of notes, which looked like a textbook from his student days.

The other package was reddish-brown and he opened it to reveal that it was given to him by Dumbledore, a box of multi-flavored beans.

And it comes with a parchment roll that reads: Be young, have the courage to try.

Huh- Owen chuckled lightly and immediately tossed it aside.

The last package, the smallest, was the usual Hufflepuff brown color, and when it opened, it was a small box of homemade gummies that Hannah had given him.

Owen had heard her mention it, saying it was the ancestral recipe of the Abbott family.

Took a bite and well—so sweet.

It's a little tired, but it's harmless, and it's a little sweeter than Professor Dumbledore's favorite sweets.

And finally, the box...

Christmas gifts come in a box...

Uh-huh—that must be valuable," Owen's eyes lit up, and he quickly placed all the other gift boxes on the bed, and waved his wand.

After a 'click', the box slowly opened.

...

The rusty box creaked open, and then a black mist slowly overflowed from inside.

"Wardfa?"

Just when Owen squinted his eyes, looking like someone was about to be unlucky, holding his wand, ready to gnaw on the big melon at any time.

A young wizard, also dressed in pajamas and holding a wand, walked out of the box with a shocked look on his face.

"This is..."

Owen looked at his alter self who came out of the box, a little confused for a moment.

What is it?

Who made him a life-size figure?

Just as he was wondering, a piece of scorched paper fell at Owen's feet.

I bent down to pick it up, and saw a series of gorgeous and unusual writing on the paper, and the last letter of each word had to be turned in a few circles in English to spell out a sentence that was: "The gadgets you encountered in the forest, give them to you, maybe you can use them for pranks or something." ”

"Prank?"

Owen frowned and continued to read.

"Did Dumbledore kick you out of the castle? Hum! He just wouldn't allow another voice to exist. It's the same toughness as it was back then. When I'm done with the things around me, I'll go back and pick you up, maybe Durmstrang is a better choice for you. ”

"Also, I'll ask someone to bring you something 'fun'. He will probably leave for Hogwarts after spring. ”

"Finally, I wish you a Merry Christmas."

Okay~ This mouth box turned out to be sent to him by his grandfather.

Hum!

This left him alone for years, and now suddenly write him a letter!

Do you know if the feelings are faded, the feelings are faded!

Owen put away the shredded paper, and then began to look at the "other self" in front of him again.

"This—it's the big brother! Mock teardrops? ”

Owen held up his wand and poked at the handsome man man in front of him, with short jet-black hair, gray eyes, and a face that looked like he had been carved by God (crossed out) Merlin.

"Woo~"

The other let out an inexplicable whiner.

Then he turned around and got into the box.

"What the hell. Mimics? Why don't you attack! ”

"If you don't attack, how can you prank? Just a life-size puppet? ”

I didn't figure out why he was after studying for a long time.

I didn't bother to waste time, so I lifted the box to a corner of the window, changed my clothes, washed up, and left the bedroom.

In the warm common room, the fire is rising.

The morning table is already filled with a variety of breakfasts.

Owen found a place to sit down, ready to enjoy a rare moment of peace.

"Ah~~~~ Help!"

But before he could take his first bite, a scream shattered the precious tranquility.

Owen frowned, and smelled the prestige, huh? - Which direction - it seems to be his room.

"Trolls, there's trolls!"