Hogwarts Homecoming

On Christmas morning, Harry was awakened by the white light reflected from the snow into the dormitory. He struggled to sit up and sat up. After putting on his eyes, he took a while to get used to the semi-dark dormitory.

The rest of the roommates had already left the school one after another yesterday afternoon, and now in the dormitory, apart from Harry himself, there was only Ron who was squatting on the ground and enthusiastically unpacking a small pile of packages piled up on the ground at the end of the bed.

"Stop staring, Harry—"

Ron, who heard Harry's movement, turned his head and waved to Harry eagerly.

"This is the only opportunity in a year, come and see how this year's harvest is!"

"Here's to-"

With a grunt, Harry slowly tossed off the bedding, buttoned the loose collar of his dressing gown, and walked over with his slippers on.

Most of these gift packages are left by their classmates in Gryffindor. Every December, Harry and Ron will try their best to prepare Christmas gifts for their friends in the college, most of which are not It would be too precious. The stationery from Wenrenju, the candy from Duke Bee, the prank products from Zuko’s Joke Shop, or the gadgets from Devis Bance’s magic supply store are the mainstream choices for students to exchange Christmas gifts.

There were no surprises this year, Harry tore open a few packages, most of the things were like this, and some of them were presents that Harry looked very familiar with, because he also asked the Weasley brothers to help him buy them from Hogsmeade.

Of course, as usual, Mrs. Weasley's gift was not absent.

A scarlet sweater with a Gryffindor lion woven on the chest, a dozen small home-baked mincemeat pies, some Christmas pastries and a box of pralines.

"My mother gave me another sweater. It was dark red again."

Ron was also muttering while carrying a sweater of almost the same style. He weakly threw the sweater on the bed and continued to dig out Mrs. Weasley's package. Within a few seconds, Ron picked up another emerald green sweater. sweater, confused,

"Big wool sale?. Why did my mother send me two this year?"

The color of the sweater Harry received in the first grade was emerald green. Hearing Ron's muttering, he looked up, and after blinking, Harry laughed,

"I guess Mrs. Weasley sent you Percy's gift, Ron, we can't fit in that size."

"Maybe she just wants to lighten Errol's burden, at least Errol will be happy to see one less package."

Ron said, he unfolded the sweater he picked up, and turned the front to himself. When he saw the pattern drawn on his chest, Ron suddenly widened his eyes in surprise,

"Is a snake mother confused, oh wait, I see—"

When Ron said this, Harry also understood what was going on,

"Mrs. Weasley also prepared one for Professor Brayne?"

"Obviously so!"

Ron stared at the slightly distorted snake on the sweater, with a strange smile, "Obviously, Mom is not very good at embroidering patterns other than lions, well, I hope Professor Blaine won't laugh out loud when he sees it."

What Ron said was just a joke, of course he knew that Professor Brian was not such an unfriendly wizard.

"But why didn't Mrs. Weasley send it directly to Professor Brayne?"

Harry still felt strange, but at this moment, a sticky note stuck to the inside of the sweater answered Harry's doubts.

"Mom was afraid that it would be too presumptuous to send directly to Professor Brian, and she hoped that we could establish a good relationship with Professor Brian, so let us send it over-"

Ron rolled his eyes speechlessly and read the text on the note.

"It's like something Mrs Weasley would do—"

Harry chuckled, turned around and squatted down, and started picking at his bag again.

At the bottom of the pile of presents, a long and narrow package caught the attention of Harry and Ron at the same time. It didn't look like a gift between little wizards.

"what is that?"

Ron also threw the sweater of Professor Brian on the bed, stepped over the open boxes, and came to Harry.

"Merry Christmas, Harry, Ron!"

During the Christmas holiday, the spell designed to prevent men and women from visiting each other in the dormitory tower will temporarily be invalid. Hermione, who has already processed her Christmas presents, walked in wearing a dressing gown. Even in this grand festival, her hair Still unkempt on the shoulders.

"Oh, why is no one talking to me?"

Seeing that the two little boys squatting in front of the bed didn't say anything to their greetings, Hermione raised her nimble nose and took a deep breath, and walked over as she spoke unhappily.

And when her eyes jumped over Harry's head and looked at the broom in Harry's hand, she also gasped.

"I can not believe it."

Staring blankly at the sparkling and exquisite broomstick in Harry's hand, Ron said hoarsely.

A Firebolt!

It was exactly the same as the dream broom that Harry had seen every day in Diagon Alley. In order to get it, he had worked as a coolie for Professor Brayne for a while.

"Even among the girls, there are a lot of people talking about it!"

The stiff faces of the two boys have gradually released joy, but Hermione's delicate brows wanted to gather together, "This broom is worth at least a few hundred Galleons. Who will give it to you, Harry?"

"Needless to say, Hermione!"

Ron panted as he circled the Firebolt, admiring the shiny broom handle,

"There's only one person I can think of!"

"You mean Professor Brian?" Harry responded immediately.

Indeed, judging from the current situation, the only possibility is Professor Brian.

Professor Dumbledore is impossible, he is the principal, even if he prefers Harry, he will not spend such a sum of money to buy Harry a world-class broom, if this is known to the young wizards of the other three colleges , then they will probably fall out.

Professor McGonagall is also unlikely, she has already given Harry a Nimbus 2000.

At Hogwarts, only Professor Bryan, who has this financial resources and maintains a good relationship with Harry, would probably do this.

"What else is there to think about, Hermione?"

Noticing that Hermione's eyebrows were still closed, Ron suppressed his excitement and said,

"Remember, Hermione, after solving the Chamber of Secrets, Professor Blaine gave me a commemorative coin and a book, but Harry didn't give anything. He said he would give Harry a gift, but in the future!"

"You mean to say!"

Hermione wasn't too happy about Ron's irresponsible remarks, her face sank, she bit her lip and said,

"You mean, Professor Blaine foresaw a famous broomstick that wouldn't go on sale for a few months, Ron?"

"So what's your opinion, Hermione?" Ron squinted at Hermione.

"We can ask him, Ron, just in case we need to give him the sweater Mrs. Weasley knitted."

Harry said suddenly that he didn't want this suddenly bright Christmas morning to be overshadowed by Ron's argument with Hermione.