Hogwarts Card Drawer

Christmas is coming. One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts School woke up from a dream and found that it was covered with several feet of snow and the lake was covered with hard ice.

　　 A few owls flew across the snowy sky to deliver mail. After all the hardships, they had to regain their strength under the tower of Hogwarts before they could continue to take off.

　　 Everyone can't wait to see the holiday. Although fires were burning in the Slytherin common room and auditorium, the draughty corridors became bitterly cold, and the windows of the classrooms were rattling by the freezing cold wind. Worst of all, Professor Snape's office was also in the basement. When Cronos opened his mouth, a cloud of white mist formed.

　　Cronos would come back to Professor Snape's office for further studies every Monday, Wednesday and Friday afternoon. Snape would never teach Cronos as meticulously as in class, just let him help.

　　 "Add one ounce of the herb to the first pint of dehydration. Pay attention to the order. Be sure to add the leaves first and then the rhizomes. After the water starts to boil, cover and cook for 30 minutes, and then let it cool completely. Pour out the potion and use it."

　　 "Idiot, quickly put the lid on. You have to let it cool naturally."

"This is a solid oil with herbs. Choose the herbs with the power you want, or use magic on the herbs, or both. For medical ointments, the herbs should be selected according to the patient. The ratio is every three teaspoons of herbs. A tea cup of fat. Vegetable oils are better, especially almond oil and saffron oil."

　　 "Uh, sorry professor. I mean, what kind of magic should I cast on it?" Cronos asked weakly.

　　 "Fool, you can apply any magic for what effect you need, I really don't know what's in your giant brain?"

　　Professor Snape is always like this. He will first gently state the production steps, and then use words to sternly point out Cronos's mistakes.

　　 Thanks to his guidance, Cronos's potions class score is already the first in his grade.

　　 "Professor Snape, won't you go back for Christmas?" Cronos thought of this question.

　　 "I know what you want to ask, Mr. Slughorn. Hogwarts will not restrict the freedom of faculty and staff, so I can go back anytime." Snape stopped his work and turned around and said viciously.

　　 "You think too much, Professor. I'm just thinking about where I want to send your Christmas gift." Cronos smiled awkwardly.

　　 "By the way, Professor Snape, what kind of Christmas gift do you hope to get this year?"

"unnecessary!"

"Others! Professor Snape, are you afraid that I don't like the gift you gave me? It doesn't matter, I'm not picky. I can accept any kind of blessing, Veritaserum, etc." Korono Si said shamelessly.

　　 Professor Snape looked at him so quietly, squinting his eyes...

　　 passed for a while.

　　 "If you don't give it, don't you give it? As for driving people away." Cronos patted his **** and walked to the common room.

　　 When passing by the auditorium, Cronos saw Hagrid, the guard of the hunting ground, placing the last Christmas tree in the corner of the church.

　　 The auditorium is very beautifully dressed. The walls are covered with hanging ribbons made of holly and mistletoe. Twelve towering Christmas trees are erected everywhere in the room. Some trees are hung with small shiny icicles, and some trees are shining with hundreds of candles.

　　 There are only a few students in the auditorium. Most of the students have gone home and reunited with their families. Chronos didn't go back, he didn't want to guard Horace's old man. Every year he would take Cronos to a dinner party organized by some so-called high-class wizards.

　　 "That's too bad!" Cronos couldn't help sighing. So when Professor McGonagall came to register the list of students who were staying at school for the holidays, Cronos immediately signed it.

　　 There is one more thing that bothers Cronos after Christmas. That's the problem of gifts. In the past, Chronos only needed to give Horace a bottle of red wine. But now that he has made new friends at Hogwarts, it is necessary for him to choose a favorite gift for them.

　　 Finally, he chose a flying broom care kit for Draco Malfoy. Malfoy likes flying very much. He gave Professor Snape a new custom-made robe, and Cronos noticed that his robe was a bit worn out last time. As for Crabbe and Gore, it's very simple. Cronos directly packed a lot of chocolate-flavored cakes and apple pie. Finally, they said they sent it through the public owl at Hogwarts.

　　 After finishing these, Cronos came to the restaurant to eat with satisfaction. A sumptuous dinner, one hundred chubby roast turkeys, hills of roasted meat and boiled potatoes, large plates of delicious small sausages, bowls of peas mixed with butter, plates of thick and thick Meat gravy and lingonberry sauce-every few steps along the table, there are piles of wizard colored firecrackers waiting for you.

　　 After returning to the lounge, Cronos took out the coins in his pocket again to play. Since Halloween, nothing strange has happened to it. It's as if he is a disposable item.

"Forget it, no matter. Go to bed early and get up early." Koronos got up and tidied up and went to sleep like that~www.readwn.com~ Hogwarts on the next day was covered with a layer. The white coat, everything in the castle is celebrating the arrival of Christmas.

　　Kronos woke up early in the morning and found Christmas presents piled up like a hill at the foot of the bed.

　　 "Well, the first one is a gift from Malfoy, and there is a letter." Cronos picked up a gift wrapped in blue.

　　 Malfoy gave him a wand storage bag, made of dragon skin. The young master of a big family is different. You must know that dragon skin is the best defense material. It is too violent to make a small bag.

　　 Cronos opened his letter. It said that he was very happy when he received a gift from Cronos, and there was some useless nonsense behind it.

　　 "This small, unpackaged black box must have been given by Professor Snape." Looking at such a crude package, Cronos really thought it was Snape.

　　 "What is this? A necklace?" Cronos looked at the contents of the box.

"Oh, Merlin's beard! Professor Snape really loves me, he actually gave me a few drops of blessing." Cronos felt that if nothing else, this would be the best he had received this year. Present.

　　 As expected, the rest are some very ordinary gifts. Crabbe and Gore’s were even simpler. They gave Cronos a lot of snacks. "Maybe they think they should give their favorite gifts." Cronos smiled bitterly.

　　 "Wait, who gave this?" Cronos' gaze was attracted by the last Christmas present.

　　 "Is this a book? "The Story of Poetry Weng and Pedou"?