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 Christmas this year are coming quietly.

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

　　 Professor McGonagall is smiling and using her exquisite transfiguration to conjure many colorful lights hanging in 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 hundreds of gold.

　　 The auditorium is full of little wizards playing and playing, and almost all the little wizards are happily discussing their vacation plans at this time.

　　 Because of the disgusting dementors, Hogwarts is extremely cold this winter, coupled 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.

　　Before the start of the dinner, the wizards’ good partners, the hard-working and delicious Scottish round-faced fat chicken, delivered today’s letter and package 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 package fell into his hand accurately.

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

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. It can be seen at a glance that this is actually a Christmas gift.

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

　　 "Harry, are there someone outside with me behind your back again? How come you can even send a Christmas gift mysteriously, and you don't even write a name~..."

　　 Ron curled his lips and murmured very quietly.

　　 "When did I get someone out there, and why did you say this word again? It seems you must have stayed with Carl for too long 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.

　　 "That's it! Don't talk about it, let's take it apart first!"

　　 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 they opened the lid and saw what was inside, the two immediately took a breath, and it took more than a minute to relax.

　　 "Ron~...you...you pinch me to see if I am still awake..."

　　 Harry reached out a hand tremblingly into the box, and stammered 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 all around.

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

　　 Harry held his inner thigh painfully, tears were almost streaming out, Ron’s blow just now did not know if it contained any extra emotions, but it 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 broomstick was shining slightly under the candlelight. Although the light was too strong, it stabbed his eyes.

　　 Why do I often have tears in my eyes? Not because I just ate a lemon raw!

　　 "Hiss~! Merlin's beard! This... is this Firebolt?!

　　 Who gave it to you? Chiss...chss~..."

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

　　 "I don't know this either!"

　　 Harry was also stunned by this sudden joy at the moment. While he was surprised, he kept wondering in his heart who would give him such a valuable thing.

　　 The Dursleys? That's absolutely impossible. They blown up Aunt Maggie before they left~www.readwn.com~ They now expect that they will 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 is Clara? Harry thought of the necklaces with photos of his parents and their albums he had received two years ago and couldn't help but think secretly. He had always suspected that those items were given by Clara, but he couldn't find evidence. The last time she came to find herself with great difficulty, she left in a hurry, and he didn't find a chance to ask.

　　 Harry thought about it and wanted to feel a little confused. When he decided to make a note of it and ask Clara in person to ask clearly, 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 is just wrapped in a layer of black hard paper. The only message left on it is a tag with the recipient's name, not even the greeting card, and the tag is The handwriting was crooked and ugly, as if the owner hadn't mentioned a feather pen for 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 and Ron, full of doubts, opened the second unsigned package.