Early the next morning, in the turret, Bree, who had slept comfortably all night, just raised her eyes and saw the Christmas gifts piled up in the corner of the room, and a strange owl flying from the other side of the ocean happened to put down the exquisite Christmas gifts.

Gift.

"Would you like some nuts, little one?"

The owl cooed and shook its head. It quickly got up and flew out of the temporarily opened barrier in the turret, disappearing into Hogwarts.

At this time of year, the built-in protection of Hogwarts will leave a hole for the owls to enter and exit, and Bree does the same, otherwise the little ones' gifts will not be delivered to the turret.

Brie was also wearing a green silk pajamas. His slender figure was very neat, and his long-term attitude towards doing things made him look very natural and casual.

"A photo, and land deeds from England, Germany..."

In the photo, Tom is smiling calmly, with bright light reflected in his eyes. The white snow around him makes him very elegant and mysterious.

Bree put the photo down casually. On the contrary, these land deeds are a gift for this holiday. Tom has already figured out the trade of several countries. He only needs to wait for them to confirm the time before he can start playing fantasy games in most areas of Europe.

Sales, but Tom needs to keep a close eye on this aspect to avoid problems, and this also requires Bree to quickly train a few flower elves who can take care of things.

"The flower elf that Nico cultivated before is about to be born. Nico..." It's not feasible to leave it to Nico to cultivate it. Nico himself is still a child and is currently unable to do the job.

"Nico is special. As the first flower elf to wake up, he needs more time to grow than the rest. As for the new ones... just..."

Brie hesitated, he didn't know much about the flower elves, but he thought of someone, maybe she could give Brie some ideas.

"Write to Enid, maybe she'll feel like this news is more of a gift than my Christmas gift to her."

Brie tore off a piece of magic paper, wrote words on it, and quickly tapped the paper again, and the paper turned into a thousand origami cranes, flying out with a few copper Nuts in it.

"This is my first time doing this, I hope the owl can understand."

After dealing with the flower elf, Bree opened the rest of the gifts.

"Resurrection Stone?"

Bree looked at the thing in her hand, surprise flashed in her eyes. Of course, this was not the Philosopher's Stone, but the imitation he had made and given to Draco.

"I didn't expect Draco to give it to me as a gift again."

Brie remembered that she did mention her interest in this thing last time, but that was based on whether this thing would be related to the Resurrection Stone.

After placing the imitation resurrection stone on the table, Brie ignored it. It didn't matter what the gift was, what mattered was that someone gave it to him.

After taking a quick look at the rest of the gifts, Bree changed into her wizard robes and prepared to go downstairs for breakfast. She believed that Draco would be as excited as a fool when he saw Draco.

"Oh, Merry Christmas, Odd!" Bree, who had just walked out of the door, saw Dumbledore on the seventh floor who was also coming downstairs. Dumbledore was wearing a fancy new robe and a long beard on his chin.

The pink ribbon is tied with a bow, and she wears a new furry hat on her head.

"Thank you for the new robe, Oude. Maybe I haven't said it before. I always hope that someone can give me warm clothes at Christmas. Unfortunately, no one has done this a long time ago. I always have trouble choosing what to wear.

It made the kids laugh."

What Dumbledore wore today was indeed in line with his past style, but it looked extremely harmonious, like a fashionable old man, not a crazy old man. Of course, Dumbledore didn't mind the children laughing because of his dress.

"You're welcome, I think these are the Christmas gifts I should give."

"Oh, thank you. Of course, there are also the robes you gave to the professors at the beginning of school. They fit very well." Dumbledore was like an ordinary old man, chatting beside Bree and talking to him.

Let's go downstairs together.

"I said too much, but I still think the church in Godric's Hollow is the purest place. I can always feel peaceful there. However, I haven't been there for a long time. When I get older, I will finally remember the past."

When he got downstairs, Dumbledore stopped talking. Reminiscence flashed in his eyes and he smiled.

"But I hope I will have time to go take a look in the afternoon. Although my old friend is no longer here, the place is still the same."

"Good morning, Albus." Professor McGonagall rarely calls Dumbledore by his name in person, but today is Christmas, and Professor McGonagall is dressed casually. Holidays are a time to spend time with family.

"Minerva, maybe we should go and help Filius."

Professor Flitwick is still busy with yesterday's work, preparing for tonight's Christmas banquet.

"Of course." Professor McGonagall glanced at Bree, then handed out a newspaper from her arms.

"This is your gift. Merry Christmas, dear."

Bree took the newspaper, and what came into view was Bree's academic paper on the magic of nature. Several professors at Hogwarts still have considerable influence in this regard, even though it is a big issue like Christmas.

, and still managed to get a good spot for Brie.

"Thank you, Professor." Bree chuckled at Professor McGonagall, who also smiled and stroked the hairpin decoration on her bun. This was a gift from Bree to Professor McGonagall. See

Professor Lai likes it very much.

Bree, who had just sat down with the newspaper, was greeted by an excited young man next to him, and with his arrival, the little wizards who were detained around him couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise.

"It's a dragon!"

"A dragon made of bones, is that a will-o'-the-wisp?"

Draco proudly dragged a small bone dragon with his arms. The bone dragon's eye sockets and heart were still shining with blue fire, showing its vitality.

Although the bone dragon looked like it was being lifted up by Draco, in fact, the magic power was running on its flapping wings and it was flying in the air. Otherwise, Draco's arm strength would not be able to support the weight of the bone dragon.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Please call it Sirah!"

"A beautiful moon princess!"

Syrah?

Before Bridu could speak, he was greeted by Draco's enthusiastic introduction to the gift he had given him.

After taking a look at the little dragon that was all bones, Brie said against her will: "A very beautiful lady."

"Of course, this is really a good Christmas." Draco put his arm around Bree's shoulders and said with a smile: "You actually gave Silla to me. You are really my good friend. By the way, you just said

If you let it bask in the sun and the moon, it will grow flesh. Is this true?"

It turns out that you also despise it for having only a few bones.

Bree didn't say this, she just smiled and nodded.

There is also an alchemical rune engraved in Silla's body, which was left by Nico Flamel. It can absorb the power of the outside world and use its own soul to slowly condense the body. This can be regarded as an alternative life re-creation, but for Bu

According to him, such an arm is too rough and he would not do it.

For him, Sira was just an accidental product, and his own patron saint was better than this one.

"If you can take good care of it, it will become stronger." It might even grow back into a huge dragon. However, Western dragons do not have much fighting power, otherwise they would not let wizards control these huge dragons.

creature.

"Oh, that one is really great. It's the best gift I've ever received."

Draco caressed the dragon bone obsessively, which reminded Bree of the raw material for making Syrah, which was a pile of kitchen waste that had just been eaten and was taken by Mr. Flamel to make alchemical items.

"As long as you're happy." Bree pulled Draco's hand away from him and started eating. He would not spoil Draco's interest at this time. Draco had also eaten Syrah's meat anyway.

As he spread out the report, the smile on Bree's face gradually disappeared, and the expression on his face gradually became serious.

"What's wrong?"

Draco was still teasing the dull bone dragon when he saw Bree's expression turned ugly, so he asked.

"Don't you like the Christmas gift I gave you?"

"That's not it……"

Bree opened the newspaper, pointed to a piece of news and said: "The Quidditch Company has officially launched a challenge to the fantasy game."

In newspapers——

The Quidditch Company officially launched the Firebolt and launched a national movement. It decided to hold multiple competitions. The winner will receive a specially numbered Firebolt as a reward!

Behind this text, a magical photo shows the current head of the Quidditch Company with a big smile on his face, showing his white front teeth, touching his belly, and there are many rocket crossbows in his hands.

, of course, I don’t know how much he paid. Next to me, there was a tall young man who looked very handsome and strong, holding a broom and smirking.

"It's Viktor Krum!" Draco introduced Bree, who recognized him at a glance.

"This is an outstanding Quidditch player, and he is also a student of Durmstrang." Draco stared at the man in the report with a hint of admiration in his eyes, but he gradually lost interest in Quidditch.

He quickly regained his sight.

"He is very famous and has outstanding abilities. Many people are his fans. I'm afraid the Quidditch Company paid a huge price to hire him this time."

Big price?

Brie nodded, but he didn't care about the star effect in his eyes. He was more concerned about the scattered games that were going to be held, which would also attract a lot of people's attention. As a fantasy game opening at this time, it would definitely be popular.

Impact: Fantasy games are not as popular abroad as they are in the UK.

"But what are you afraid of? Aren't we ready to start the game?"

Bree laughed, then tore off a magic page from her notebook, and wrote on it the content of asking Tom to start the layout of the game as soon as possible and compete with Quidditch.

"Since he is competing, let's compete and see if this old sport can defeat the new star."

In Bree's view, the Quidditch game has too many flaws and is not fair but calls for fairness. Moreover, it is independent of magic. Unlike fantasy games, fantasy games have the effect of training magic, although they are sometimes unfair.

, but what the fantasy game pursues itself is not fairness.

“Sometimes it’s unfair to tell you, but actually it’s the fairest thing because it leaves you with the time and opportunity to pursue fairness.”
To be continued...