"Hmph! Lucius's problem will be solved later, and that kid won't be able to escape after I resurrect him! Now, continue to look for the unicorn!"
"Yes, Master!"
Christmas.
Hogwarts.
Gryffindor dormitory.
Wake up early in the morning.
The first thing Harry saw was the small pile of packages placed at the foot of his bed, and he was surprised.
"Who will give me a gift?"
He didn't expect to receive a gift at all.
"Merry Chrismas."
Ron said sleepily.
"I wish you happiness too."
Harry groped his way out of bed.
"Come and see, I've received a few gifts."
Ron felt the happiness in Harry's tone, which was the rare happiness he had felt since losing the game.
He immediately laughed.
"And what did you expect to receive? Cabbage?"
Ron turned to his pile of packages, which was much larger than Harry's.
Harry began to unpack his own parcel.
There was a handmade flute from Hagrid, a fifty-pence coin from his aunt and uncle, a bright green sweater and homemade fudge from Mrs. Weasley, and a small box of candy from Hermione.
.
There is one last package left.
This is a paper bag.
Harry picked it up and touched it. It was very light.
He opened the paper package.
A liquid-like, silver-gray substance slid down to the floor and gathered into a shiny pile.
"What's this?"
Harry felt a little strange.
Ron took a deep breath.
"I've heard of this!"
He lowered his voice.
"If I think right, this thing is very rare and very valuable!"
"What is it?"
Harry picked up the shiny silver fabric from the floor. It felt strange in his hands, as if it was woven with water.
"It's an invisibility cloak!"
Ron had a look of awe on his face.
"Put it on and try it."
Harry put the Invisibility Cloak around his shoulders.
"As expected! Look down!"
Ron shouted.
Harry looked down.
His feet disappeared!
He quickly ran to the mirror.
In the mirror, only his head was left hanging in the air, and his body was completely invisible.
He pulled the invisibility cloak over his head, and he completely disappeared in the mirror.
"This, this is amazing!"
Harry was shocked.
"Who gave him such a precious treasure?"
"There was a note! It fell out of it!"
Ron shouted.
Harry took off his invisibility cloak and grabbed the note.
It used a slender, circle-within-a-circle font that he had never seen before.
it reads.
Your father left this thing to me before he died.
It should be returned to you now.
Use it well.
I sincerely wish you a Merry Christmas.
No signature.
Harry waited in a daze for the note.
Father?
This term is too far away for him.
Ron admired the invisibility cloak.
"If I can get such a thing, I can ask for anything, anything. What's wrong with you?"
He noticed that Harry looked a little strange.
"nothing."
Harry shook his head.
He felt there was something strange about this matter.
Who gave this invisibility cloak?
Did he really belong to his father before?
Ron opened his mouth.
He felt that since the end of the Quidditch match, Harry seemed to have distanced himself a lot from him and stopped telling him many things.
But this kind of thing was just his feeling, and he couldn't tell Harry directly.
Everyone always has their own little secret.
Ron comforted himself like this.
hall.
The walls were covered with hanging ribbons of holly and mistletoe, and there were twelve towering Christmas trees standing around. Some of the trees were hung with shiny little icicles, and some were lit with hundreds of candles. They were all so beautiful.
Spectacular.
There were about hundreds of teachers and students who had not gone back, and they all came here to spend their Christmas.
Fang Mu is here, Harry is here, and the four Ron brothers are here.
Hermione didn't come, she wanted to go back and spend this Christmas with her family.
After the game.
Harry became the same as before. When he saw Fang Mu, he hid far away and did not want to contact him.
Fang Mu didn't care. After taking a look, he lowered his head to eat.
The food at the Christmas banquet is undoubtedly very rich.
A hundred plump roast turkeys, mountains of roasted meats and boiled potatoes, platters of delicious little sausages, bowls of buttered peas, plates of thick gravy and lingonberry jam
…
These delicious foods, when you bite into them, juices will splash everywhere, so delicious that you won't even think about anything else.
Eat for a while.
"Did I forget something?"
Fang Mu suddenly thought of it.
"Forget it, eat first and think about it later!"
He then started eating again.
A big turkey leg was eaten by him in just a few bites, leaving only one bone.
“So delicious!”
Because the turkey is so big, it usually takes a long time to cook, which results in its meat becoming very poor.
But the turkey meat here is completely different.
Not only is it not spicy at all, it is also exceptionally tender. When you take a bite, the turkey meat is so tender that it almost swirls in your mouth.
Delicious food is just one part of the Christmas party.
Every few steps along the dining table, there are piles of wizard packets and firecrackers waiting for you.
These wonderful colorful firecrackers are not like those shabby Muggle firecrackers, which only contain some small plastic toys and very flimsy paper hats.
Someone smoked a colorful firecracker.
Boom!
There was an explosion like a cannon bombing, and then a burst of blue smoke came out, and at the same time a rear admiral's hat and several lively white mice exploded from it.
Fang Mu glanced at it with interest, and then continued to eat his food.
In front of delicious food, everything is in vain!
After the turkey, there is the fiery red Christmas pudding.
There could be anything in these Christmas puddings.
Fang Mu took a bite and actually ate a gold galleon.
"Haha! Good luck!"
he laughed.
Although I grumbled a bit while eating, my luck was really good.
Considering the financial situation of Hogwarts, this Galleons might be the only one among so many Christmas puddings.
The Christmas party is over.
Harry walked past Fang Mu with a lot of things blown up from colorful firecrackers in his arms.
He didn't notice Fang Mu beside him, with a happy expression on his face.
Among the pile of things in his arms were flash balloons that would not explode, a small device that imitated sarcoma, and a set of wizard chess that belonged to him.