Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

It's a new day again, and it's five o'clock in the morning. The only difference is that perhaps today is Christmas.

Clark looked at the pile of parcels at the foot of his bed, and at Harry and Ron, who had stayed up until one or two o'clock in the middle of the night because of playing cards, and decided to unpack them later. It's fun to take it apart with friends.

Today's Hogwarts Castle is also exceptionally different. When Clark was running by the Black Lake, when he looked up, he could see that the outer wall of the castle was covered with cotton-like white snow, white and fluffy. Change the cold and old castle image in the past.

Thinking that Harry and the others played so late last night, they would definitely not be able to get up now. After running, Clark deliberately took some breakfast from the auditorium and brought it to them.

However, when Clark returned to the dormitory, he found that Harry had fumbled out of the bed and put on his coat.

"Clark, are those only magic cards? Is there no other map?"

When Harry saw Clark, the first thing he said was to ask about magic cards. What is the difference between this and a child who is addicted to online novels.

Fortunately, Ron heard the movement at this time, and said sleepily "Merry Christmas".

That's right, but then his next sentence came, "Clarke, that [Troll] card is totally not good enough for silver-level strength."

Looking at the two people who suddenly became energetic, Clark could only shake his head helplessly. He finally realized how his parents felt when they were facing him who was hiding under the quilt and reading novels.

"Can we not talk about this? It's Christmas today." Clark grabbed a package from under the foot of his bed, and Harry shook it in front of him.

"Then I wish you a Merry Christmas, and Ron, too." Harry also saw a small pile of packages under his bed at this time. "Look, I actually got a few gifts! It's strange."

"Then what do you think you'll get? A pile of shit?" Ron made a joke, which made Clark laugh as well.

Dung eggs are one of the favorite prank props of the little wizards at Hogwarts. These magic **** are filled with fetid gas, just like the stinky fart bag that was popular in his elementary school in his previous life. When it hits the ground, it can release a lot of stench, making people sick.

"Don't tell me, if someone really gave Harry a bunch of shit, that person must be a very good friend of his. As far as I know, George and Fred are making money every year just by buying **** on behalf of others. A lot of gold Galleons."

Clark had betrayed the secrets of the Weasley twins by accident, but Ron didn't even bother to get to the bottom of it right now. He didn't even look at the breakfast Clark brought him and Harry, and he'll notice it soon. The force turned to his own pile of packages, which were much larger than Harry's.

Ron picked up the top paper bag and opened it, and inside it was a brand new set of wizard chess. It was from his older brother Bill, who he knew was still using the old chess piece he inherited from his grandfather.

It's just that this gift came a little late. After all, after playing the magic card designed by Clark last night, Ron had swept all his old pieces into the trash can.

On the other hand, Harry received a handmade flute from Hagrid, and a fiftypence coin from his uncle and aunt.

"That's weird! Shapes like that! Is this Muggle money?"

Unlike wizard coins, the fiftypence used by Muggles turned out to be heptagonal.

"You keep it." Seeing that he liked it, Harry handed him fiftypence.

After seeing Ron's ecstatic expression, Harry also became happy and couldn't help laughing: "Hagrid gave it, aunt and uncle gave it... Then who gave these?"

"I think I know who sent it." Ron said, blushing, pointing to a big bulging paper bag, "I told my mother a little about you, she knows you won't be coming back this year. home, so I sent you a gift... oh, bad."

Ron groaned when he saw Harry's unwrapped package, "She knitted you a Weasley sweater."

Lying in the package was a thick bright green hand-knitted sweater and a large box of homemade fudge.

"She knits us a sweater every year," said Ron, opening his own paper bag. "Mine are always dark fuchsia, and by the way, Clark should have one too."

"Yes, mine are usually dark yellow. To be honest, Aunt Molly is very kind."

Clark dug out the paper package he had sent to himself, which also contained a hand-knitted sweater, but it also had a pattern of a Gryffindor lion woven on it.

At the same time, there is also a box of handmade cheese sausages, which is Clark's favorite delicacy. Every time he goes to Ron's house, he will eat enough.

"I knew that Mom was partial to you." Ron was a little jealous when he saw the gift Clark received, but Clark ignored him.

He opened another largest package, which contained a box of glass bottles~www.readwn.com~ Clark just glanced at it, and quickly closed the box.

This is a Christmas present from Mr. Pike, the manager of his trading company, a box of cherished alchemy materials. This is really a generous old gentleman.

In addition to this, he saw that Harry gave him a wooden bookmark that could sing, with dozens of beautiful music in it, and it would remind you if you forgot to read.

Ron gave him a Quidditch puppet on a broomstick. This puppet really moved, and if two teams and a field were gathered, they would really fight each other. A mini Quidditch match.

And what Hermione gave the three of them were all horseshoe chocolate. Of course, it was a sugar-free dark chocolate, which tasted very good, so in the end it was cheaper for Clark.

Reciprocity, Clark naturally will not forget these good friends.

Harry was given a broom maintenance box, which contained a complete set of broom maintenance tools.

What was given to Hermione was a magic globe, the oceans, clouds and volcanoes on it would move, no different from the real earth.

"Cousin! Where's the gift you gave me?" Ron had already unpacked all his gifts, but he didn't see any from Clark, which made him very uncomfortable.

"Ha, ha, ha." Seeing Ron's grievance, Clark put down the air for a rare moment and laughed, "How do I know, maybe the gift owl was late."

He was talking when suddenly there was a slapping sound from outside the window, and Ron jumped to the window suddenly, "Could it be that your gift has arrived?"

However, when he opened the window, he saw only a brown owl fluttering its wings outside, with empty claws, and there was no gift at all.