Christmas is coming.
One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts School woke up from a dream and found that the surroundings were covered with several feet of snow, and the lake was frozen hard.
Damon was eating breakfast and reading the newspaper, feeling comfortable.
Ron, Harry, Neville, Seamus, and Hermione formed a semi-enclosed structure, arching him in the center, chattering.
"Ron, do you know that your two twin brothers were punished yesterday? They actually cast a spell on several snowballs, letting them chase Professor Quirrell around and hit the back of his turban."
"These two idiots, what are they thinking?"
Ron shook his head, feeling sad for his two brothers who liked to play pranks - he seemed to be imitating Damon recently, always liking to speak in a pretentious mature tone.
Hermione flipped through "The Great Wizards of the 20th Century" and tried to find information about Nicolas Flamel from it, but unfortunately still found nothing.
"Damon," Harry said, "you're not going home for Christmas, are you?"
"Yes, I plan to stay at school and practice spells."
Damon picked up a piece of sausage and put it in his mouth. Suddenly he felt a little bored. He had been eating Western breakfast for more than three months. Sometimes he wanted to change his taste. For example
, now he wanted to eat beef noodles. Christmas was coming soon. He planned to prepare a gift for all the house elves and build a good relationship with them. He thought that by then, he would have beef noodles to eat.
Although Damon didn't do this, as long as he made a request, the elves would probably do it. However, he preferred the way of reciprocity.
While eating breakfast, Harry looked at Damon with his eyes and was a little hesitant. He wanted to practice spells with Damon during the Christmas holiday, but Ron and his two brothers would also stay during this holiday. They had already agreed to take him to have some fun.
Should he take advantage of this holiday to experience the feeling of learning spells with Damon and see if he could stick to it, or choose to go out and play?
"Harry, why do you look listless?" Ron hugged him, "I can't wait. When the time comes, you and I will team up and we will definitely beat Fred and George to a pulp."
"Okay - okay."
Harry's smile was a little forced.
Damon noticed this and said nothing.
Harry's talent is undoubtedly very strong, but it must be said that he wasted too much time in the past few years at Hogwarts, so that until the end he was like a chess piece, pushed by Dumbledore to his predetermined fate.
However, this poor guy has had a hard enough life. If he didn't have this carefree campus life, how would he find comfort in the hardships that followed?
Damon could more or less understand Dumbledore's feelings.
However, since he was there, many unhappy things would not happen again in the future - so it didn't matter whether Harry cheered up or not.
"Don't just play!" Hermione glanced at Ron. "When I'm not around, you have to continue looking for information about that person. Once you find anything, send an owl to tell me."
"Of course we will." Ron muttered.
Harry watched Hermione and Ron bickering, smiled slightly, and felt calm.
Christmas Eve, in the House of Requests.
Damon panted and watched the scene he created quietly - the training puppet that was cast with the Triple Armor Charm was pierced by something, and a huge ring of thorns appeared on its chest, as if it had been pierced by some sharp double piercing.
"This move consumes a lot of magic power, isn't it? My control is not enough. Rather than relying on will and control to cast a spell, it is better to say that it is an effect created by the strong stacking of magic power."
Damon shook his head, a little dissatisfied with his performance.
The killing power of this self-created spell is enough, but it is far from reaching its limit. Moreover, the number can be increased later.
Tonight, Damon still did not return to the dormitory, but went to sleep directly in the Room of Requirement.
His roommates were not surprised by this.
Although, they did not understand why Damon was so desperate.
The next morning, Harry was awakened by Ron's shouting.
"Damon actually received so many gifts!"
Harry rubbed his eyes sleepily and subconsciously looked at the foot of his bed - he thought he would not receive any gifts, but he did not expect that there was a small pile of packages there, one of which was a rectangular gift box wrapped in a red ribbon that looked frighteningly luxurious.
"Merry Christmas."
The two said to each other and began to open the gifts.
Harry received a handmade flute from Hagrid, which sounded a bit like an owl when it was blown.
Then came Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, who only gave Harry a fifty-pence coin. It was hard to tell whether it was a gift or more of a mockery.
But Ron was very interested in Muggle money, so Harry gave it to him directly.
What made Harry happy was that Ron's mother actually gave him a gift, a thick bright green hand-knitted sweater and a large box of homemade fudge.
Hermione gave him a large box of chocolate frogs.
Finally, there were two gift packages left, one in a paper package and the other in a gorgeous acrylic box.
Harry decided to open the paper packages first, saving the ones that looked the best for last.
He opened the paper package, and something like liquid, silver-grey, slid to the floor, gathered into a pile, and shimmered. A note fell out of it - your father left this thing to me before he died, and now it should be returned to you, use it well.
I wish you a happy Christmas from the bottom of my heart.
"It's the invisibility cloak!" Ron gasped.
"If I can get a thing like this, I would give up everything," he said, "I would give up everything - what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing."
Harry felt that this matter was a bit strange, but before he could think about it, the door of the dormitory was pushed open, and Fred and George Weasley rushed in.
Harry quickly hid the invisibility cloak - he didn't want others to know yet.
"Merry Christmas!"
"Oh! Are you opening a gift? My God, this ribbon looks luxurious, do you mind opening it right now?"
They looked at Harry's last package.
"Of course."
Harry nodded and opened the rectangular gift box wrapped with a red ribbon.
Surprisingly, there was another layer of protection inside, and when Harry tore open the cardboard packaging, a pleasant perfume smell came to his nose, and a note fell out.
[Merry Christmas, Harry, I hope you like my gift to you - Damon White]
"It's Damon's gift!"
Harry didn't expect Damon to give him a gift. After all, he and Ron had never thought of giving each other gifts - Ron had no money, so they tacitly chose not to exchange gifts.
"Aha, what would the dueling prince's taste be in choosing gifts? Open it and let us see."
Harry nodded and opened the gift box with full expectation
s.
Before he could speak, the three Weasley brothers screamed!
"Merlin's beard! Is this real!"
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