DNF Meets Harry Potter

After finalizing the matter with Sirius, another week passed in a flash, the weather is getting colder and colder, and the footsteps of this year's Christmas are quietly approaching.

The main castle of Hogwarts is full of festive atmosphere with lights and festoons everywhere.

Professor McGonagall is smiling and using her exquisite transfiguration to conjure many colorful lights hanging around the corridor, while Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout are busy decorating the huge Christmas tree in the middle of the auditorium with a floating spell. Snape was the only one who stared at Lupin, who was busy with everyone, with a cold face and expressionlessly, looking in a bad mood.

But everyone is used to it, because every year Snape is like this, as if the professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class owed him a few hundred gold gallons.

The auditorium was filled with the sounds of little wizards playing and playing. Almost all the little wizards were happily discussing their own holiday plans at this time.

Because of the disgusting dementors, Hogwarts is extremely cold this winter, and with the stimulation of Sirius breaking into the castle with the intention of doing something wrong some time ago, more than 95% of the little wizards are planning to go home. If you stay at Hogwarts, if Sirius can't think of wanting to give them a special gift on this special day of Christmas-a terrorist attack, then you really can't even cry.

Unlike other little wizards who can’t wait to return to their parents’ warm embrace, Carl and Niyali still did not sign on the school list sent by Professor Flitwick this time. They decided to stay at Hogwarts. This Christmas.

In order to celebrate the last day before the holiday, Dumbledore ordered the house-elf gate to prepare a Christmas dinner that was much richer than before.

And before the dinner started, the wizards' good partners, the hard-working and delicious Scottish round-faced fat chickens, delivered today's letters and packages to every little wizard on time.

Harry, who was waiting for the professors to take a seat after the busy schedule, raised his head, because the two round-faced fat chickens stopped on his head, and then a long strip of parcel fell into his hand accurately.

"It's strange, this package doesn't even have the mailer's signature!"

Seeing his good friend received the courier, Ron, who was sitting next to him, curiously poked his head over and pressed his shoulder to see who sent it and what it was. .

The reason is simple, this package is so beautiful. It is about 1.5 meters and the outer packaging is made of beautiful colored cardboard. The theme of celebrating Christmas is painted on it, which makes it obvious at a glance that this is actually a Christmas gift.

The gold-red ribbon is in line with the temperament of Gryffindor. It is tied round and round and tied with a beautiful bow. A sticky note is attached to it and written in beautiful handwriting: Merry Christmas-Harry Potter ...

"Harry, did you have someone outside with me behind your back? Why is it so mysterious to even send a Christmas gift without writing a name~..."

Ron curled his lips and murmured very unirritably.

"When did I get someone out there, and why did you say the word again? It seems that you must have spent too long with Carl to learn!"

Harry stretched out his hand to cover Ron's face with a little annoyance, and then pushed his head off his shoulder with a strong push. It was so painful for so long.

"Okay, okay! Don't talk about it, take it apart and talk about it!"

Ron said with a hippy smile, and then took the lead to stretch out his guilty paw before unwrapping the golden ribbon on it.

Inside the package was a black box. After opening the lid together to see what was inside, the two of them took a breath of cold air, and they were stunned for more than a minute.

"Ron~...you...you pinch me to see if I'm still asleep..."

Harry reached into the box with a trembling hand, stammering to himself in a low voice.

Ron, who was clinging to him, heard it without a doubt, and then there was a painful and happy scream around him.

"What are you doing with such a heavy hand?!"

Harry covered his inner thigh in pain, tears were almost streaming out. I wonder if Ron’s blow just now contained something extraordinarily bad, but the attack was really cruel.

"Didn't you let me pinch you?"

Ron replied without turning his head, his eyes fixed on the contents of the box.

An unusually beautiful flying broom was shining slightly under the shining of candlelight. Although the light was too strong, it stabbed his eyes.

Why do I often have tears in my eyes? It's not because I just ate a lemon raw!

"Hi~! Merlin's beard Yo! This... Is this Firebolt?!

Who gave it to you? Chuck...chuck~..."

It took a long time for Ron to recover from the shock of Mystery, and swallowed the already sour saliva with some difficulty, and asked uncertainly.

"I don't know this either!"

Harry was also stunned by the sudden joy at the moment. While UU read www.uukanshu.com in surprise, he kept wondering in his heart who would give him such a valuable thing.

The Dursleys? It was absolutely impossible. They inflated Aunt Maggie before they left, and they now expected that they would never go back.

Harry shook his head, wondering why he came back to this thought. The only Christmas gift that stingy Dursley gave him was the shilling in the first grade~...

That~...Is it possible that it's Clara? Harry thought of the necklace with his parents' photos and their albums he had received two years ago, and he couldn't help but think secretly. He had always suspected that those items were given by Clara, but he couldn't find evidence. Last time she came to find herself with great difficulty, but she left so hurriedly that he did not find a chance to ask.

Harry thought and wanted to feel a little puzzled. When he decided to make a note of it and ask Clara to ask it in person, the two owls dropped another package.

He caught it and saw that it was the same length as the previous one, except that the packaging was somewhat different, and there was no signature.

It’s just that this package is not as exquisite as the one just now. It’s just wrapped in a layer of black hard paper. The only message left on it is a tag with the recipient’s name and no greeting card. The handwriting was rough and ugly, as if the owner hadn't mentioned a feather pen in a long time.

"It's another unsigned package. Who will send it this time?"

Ron took a deep breath, picked up the green tea on the table and drank it. Although my heart is very unbalanced, I still want to live on.

Then Harry, full of doubts and Ron, opened the second unsigned package.