I, Hogwarts Second Week

The flames of jealousy burned a large number of Hogwarts wizards.

No matter how hard you try, you can’t figure out why! Why on earth!

Why does Koyatel fall in love with Ron?

Is it because he can eat eight chicken drumsticks in one meal?

Or is he slovenly and unkempt?

You can't really be attracted by his face!

There was a lot of discussion in the auditorium, and no wizard could digest this shocking news.

Not even the Harry Potter ones!

As someone who wears the same pants as Ron, he knows that Ron has never had any contact with Koyatel. From the beginning of school to now, the two of them have not necessarily spoken more than ten sentences, so why not? What love will develop?

Could it be?

Which Coatl fell in love with Ron at first sight?

Harry touched his face, and suddenly, our savior became careless about his appearance.

No wonder—no wonder, Cho Chang would choose Cedric over him.

Sure enough, am I still not handsome enough?

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Three days before Christmas, the semester is over and the little wizards are on vacation.

Although teachers gave fourth grade students a lot of homework during the holidays, after the semester ended, the little wizards had no intention of doing their homework.

In the week before Christmas everyone is having fun. There were almost the same number of people in the tower as before the holidays, and the tower seemed to have shrunk because the people who lived in it were much noisier than usual.

Fred and George's new canary biscuits were selling very well. During the first day or two of the holiday, people suddenly sprouted feathers all over their bodies.

But the little wizards soon learned their lesson and became very wary of the food being handed to them, lest there be a canary biscuit hidden in the middle.

George confidently told Owen that he and Fred were working on another new product. And Hermione has been telling everyone in the last few days of Christmas not to accept anything from Fred and George, even a potato chip.

Otherwise you'll have to go to the ball wearing feathers.

Heavy snow fell on the castle and grounds.

Beauxbatons' light blue carriage looks like a big pumpkin covered in frost in winter, and the little gingerbread house sprinkled with frosting next to it is Hagrid's hut; the side of Durmstrang's ship is covered with frost. A layer of ice made it smooth and translucent, and the sail ropes were also stained with a layer of white frost. Ilvermorny's starship was invisible to them in the castle. It was obscured by huge rocks. But looking over there, it was also a vast expanse of white.

The house elves in the kitchen were very busy, preparing hot stews and sweet puddings of various flavors.

It's a pity that these delicacies did not make the little wizards nostalgic. They wished that time would go faster, faster!

Best of all, tomorrow is Christmas.

Finally, as if God heard the prayers of the little wizards, Christmas finally arrived slowly.

This morning, Owen climbed up among a large pile of gifts again.

The bed curtain opened automatically, and the crisp vines growing from the circular window sill above his head revealed small pink flowers, and the flowers sang.

It was like the rustling sound of leaves blown by the wind.

It won't make people feel noisy, but will only make the wizards who hear it feel comfortable.

At Hufflepuff, you'll never have to worry about insomnia.

"Meow~" Rarely, Sirocco didn't run around outside. After seeing Owen open his eyes, he got out of the bed. The soft and plump claws stepped on Owen's chest and crawled to his neck. Then the claws touched the right half of his face, and a pair of sapphire-like eyes stared at him.

Just when Owen thought it was going to give him a good morning kiss——

The "pop" is very fast! Sirocco raised his hand and gave him a big blow.

When you wake up, why not hurry up and prepare breakfast for me! ! !

That look seemed to be saying this.

"Dead cat!" Owen yelled, then grabbed the back of Destiny's back, dragged Meow back to the bed, and ravaged him. A scream of 'meow' came from the quilt.

But soon the sound disappeared.

Five minutes later, Owen opened his eyes and stepped on the floor happily. In Hufflepuff's dormitory, the floors are covered with a thick brown carpet with various patterns painted on it. In winter, every little wizard has a copper bed warmer next to his bed. Therefore, you will not feel cold when you step on the carpet with bare feet. On the contrary, it is very warm.

"Ho! It's another bumper harvest this year!" Owen couldn't help grinning, his eyes full of smiles.

There were various colorful gift boxes piled several feet high at the foot of his bed, like a hill, level with his bed. Not only the foot of the bed, but also the cabinets and bookshelves beside it are filled with all kinds of gifts. It even stretched to Justin's window, stretching into a mountain range.

"Meow?"

Sirocco sat on his bed, licking the messy hair on his back and chest carefully. It seemed that it would not end within ten minutes.

Owen began to open the gifts skillfully.

It's like this every year - even every Christmas, Justin will get up earlier than him. Three hundred and sixty-five times a year, during school time, today is the only time he will get up early on purpose. Then he stared at his gift with green eyes.

That worthless look can last for hours.

This year - this year is a little different, because this thing seems to have driven Ernie. He also got up early for no reason and looked at himself with Justin.

Two idiots.

Owen refrained from scolding them. Two idiots! Owen couldn't help but curse in his mind. He suppressed a smile and started to take the first gift box.

It was an exquisite blue gift box, covered with starry patterns, which looked particularly warm and romantic. Owen looked at the box and almost had a guess in his mind.

Then he carefully opened the wrapping paper. The moment the box was opened, a red and brown scarf lay there quietly, seeming to be helping its owner express love.

Owen looked at the scarf carefully. It was very soft and comfortable to the touch. The scarf was embroidered with some complicated patterns. Although Owen couldn't see what these patterns were, they were full of gentle beauty. It had obviously been sewn by Miss Granger herself. Sure enough, on a piece of parchment under the scarf, Hermione's name was written in small letters.

-That's a badger.

Well, with Hermione's reminder, Owen reluctantly saw the shadow of the badger from the complex pattern.

You might as well show my name!

Owen Wendy Rozier Sanchez.

The scarf exudes a faint fragrance, which is very charming and intoxicating. Owen guessed that this might be some kind of floral fragrance. Owen wrapped the scarf around his neck, and warmth suddenly hit his face along with the girl's heart. This was a feeling different from material warmth. It came from the bottom of the heart and made people feel reassured and satisfied.

For Owen, who lacked nothing, this gift had more of a meaning of admiration. It might be worthless to others, but it was precious to him.

The Christmas gift Owen prepared for Miss Granger was a string of extremely exquisite gemstone necklaces. She always had to wear something on her white, jade-like neck. (Irving always wears the pendant of the Three Sacred Vessels)

And she'll need it tonight.

As for other people's gifts - Harry gave him a book, and Owen had reason to believe that it was dug out of the underground library of Sirius' house, because the paper was very old and even smelled like mold.

What Owen gave him was a magic prop, a pair of half-rim glasses, fashionable. From the appearance, you can't tell that they are myopia glasses, and they will never stick to dust, are waterproof and strong.

Ron gave him a bunch of snacks, and Owen gave him a brooch.

The Geminis sent their latest prank product, which was a bottle of brown liquid that looked like pumpkin juice, but Owen knew that it was their most proud product-Infatuation Water.

Damn—dude, do you still need this kind of thing?

And he gave them the design drawings of the core components of the ancient puppet.

Colin gave him a picture album, which showed the high-spirited appearance of Miss Granger in the competition, and Owen gave him a large bottle of color revealing fluid.

Owen sat on the bed and flipped through the pages of this photo album. The magic photos were indeed magical, as if watching a video. Each photo showed Miss Granger's unique and fiery charm.

Meow~" Sirocco was sniffing his new scarf curiously and touching it lightly with his paws from time to time. Owen picked it up and gently touched its head.

"Okay, okay~ stop making trouble." He said softly.

Shilok turned over in dissatisfaction, meowed a few times with his limbs upward, and then jumped down from Owen's arms.

Nosing around a box.

Seeing this, Owen put down the photo album and opened the gift box.

Oh - that was Neville's Christmas gift to him. It was a meat pie made by his grandma. Owen took out a piece, tore half of it and gave it to Sirocco, while he ate the other half.

Don’t tell me – it tastes pretty good.

And the gift he gave to Neville was a 'mustard' seed.

The next one is Fleur's gift, which is full of exotic charm (crossed out) - a French cookbook in an old Paris-style box.

Very good - the corners of Owen's mouth twitched, I give you full marks for your complaints!

Damn—if I had known better, I should have given her a plate of Starry Sky Pie. Owen secretly regretted it and felt sorry for the packet of peach oolong tea he had lost.

The French also like drinking tea, but not as much as the British.

Qiu gave it a gold-plated quill - well - Owen couldn't understand why she would give him something. Can he still remember this?

Hey - man, this damn charm has nowhere to be placed!

Thinking in his mind, he took out the mirror and called Dobby.

The next second Dobby appeared in front of him, wearing dragon skin gloves and an apron. He has been helping in the castle kitchen these days, and it looked like he was baking something just now.

"Sir, Dobby received your gift." He danced happily on his bed. He was fiddling with the bright red suit on his body, looking very strange.

Well - there is no other way, I just want him to like it!

Dobby, like Dumbledore, liked brightly colored clothes.

"Well - do me a favor and give this to Qiu Zhang. Do you know her?" As he said that, he took out the crystal locket from his pocket. He bought a lot of it when he was choosing jewelry for Miss Granger. others.

"No problem, sir." Dobby responded, then took the pendant box and disappeared with a 'bang'.

Reciprocity is a courtesy! Owen withdrew his gaze and continued to open the gift box.

That guy Justin gave him a perfume bottle. It was an antique from the seventeenth century.

"You will need it." Justin, who was sitting on his bed holding a gift box and giggling, suddenly raised his head and looked at him with a half-smile.

And what he was holding was the Christmas gift Owen gave him. The most unexpected joy of simple galleons.

Ernie gave him a magic notebook that would automatically record every word the owner said as long as he took it with him.

Owen had seen this kind of magic prop in Diagon Alley, but it was of no use to him, so he didn't buy it.

And he gave him a dress in return.

After that, there were gifts from Cedric, Gawain, and a lot of other little wizards from Hufflepuff.

Sirius, Professor Sprout, Victor, Mrs. Weasley, etc.

Dumbledore gave him a pair of socks. One is red and the other is also red.

Owen looked at the socks hard, as if he wanted to see the difference, but except for the exposed woolen end at the ankle, he couldn't see any difference.

But when he picked up the pair of socks, one of them was bulging. Owen reached in and there was a book inside, a French book called "The Little Prince."

There was also something in the other sock. He reached out his hand and took out a postcard - on the back was the scenery of the mountains where the castle was located, and on the front were some words with many circles drawn in the last stroke.

Love you forever rose - Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.

Owen couldn't believe that someone had cast an infinite stretch spell on two socks, but it wasn't bad - Dumbledore liked to use fables to help the little wizard understand some profound truths.

He put the copy of "The Little Prince" on his bookshelf.

What Old Dengtou didn't know was that he had read this book hundreds of times.

In order to thank Professor Dumbledore for his concern, Owen also sent him a letter, many, many letters, all with the same name "Correspondence Collection".

Grandpa gave me a notebook, which contained several powerful spells he had recently researched, which he had collected from his travels to various ancient ruins over the years.

Hannah gave him a bracelet, which was a style from the Far East and symbolized peace.

Then there are a few things from strangers. Owen doesn't care about these. After all, he is somewhat famous. The Alchemy Grand Prize makes him very prestigious in the circle. Especially some wizards who have been exposed to alchemy for a short time will send him letters. Ask questions.

He originally guessed that these gift boxes were sent by the wizards he had helped to express their gratitude.

But when he opened it, he was stunned.

Inside was a picture, a family portrait, her mother with his father, holding the newborn in her arms.

Owen met his father for the first time.

It was a man with short black hair, ordinary appearance, tall, and unsmiling.

Even though he may be standing next to his most beautiful wife in the world, holding his child in her arms, and behind him is the landmark building of Paris, the Eiffel Tower, there is no smile on his face.

This photo made Owen feel dazed for a while.

It was as if the dandelions floating in the sky fell to the ground and took root.

He turned the photo around.

Two names are written on the back.

Gabriel Rozier.

McColwan Hunter.

And – you’re not alone.

It took more than half an hour. Owen just finished opening all the gifts. There are dozens of them, too many.

There was no space left on his table.

In the end, he only cast an infinite stretching spell on his cabinet, and then put everything down.

He only left two things on the table.

One is a photo and the other is a photo.

One of his family photos, one of Miss Granger's competition photos.

However, compared to him, Miss Granger must be in more 'pain'. After all, she will receive Christmas gifts from all the British wizards.

Her gifts probably wouldn't fit in the entire dormitory.

After briefly washing up, Owen, Justin, Ernie and the others walked out of the lounge.

They went upstairs to have breakfast together.

The little wizards gathered in the auditorium, happily sharing the gifts they had received.

After breakfast, the boys suddenly became uneasy.

Everyone was so nervous.

For the little wizards, they would rather deal with the Acromantula when it comes to dancing. Even if they have been practicing for a long time.

Everyone was a little scared when they thought that they might make a fool of themselves - after all, the deans of each academy had given them countless instructions.

"It's just a simple tango, what are you afraid of?" Owen took out his wand and helped the professors decorate the auditorium.

He took the time to walk past the long table, looked at the nervous little wizards who had turned pale, and said with a smile: "A certain famous performing artist said that tango means walking and walking.

Three steps, one dash, two ah, two turns,

Take five steps and lower your waist.

Six steps and one wave,

Then you walk again and again.

Ahem - just a joke!

Everyone is terrible at dancing. Have you ever heard that the little wizard in the castle learned to dance? "

He waved his wand, and bits of ice crystal-like things crawled from the walls to the ceiling, eventually hanging down and condensing into a huge crystal chandelier.

"Relax!" he said comfortingly.

At this time, Professor Sprout's voice came from in front of the auditorium door, "Owen!"

He turned around and said, "Okay - it seems I have something to do again."

Owen strode towards the door of the auditorium.

"Dumbledore asked me to play some music in front of the door." For the first time, the professor wore a spotless coat without a patch. It was a brown ceremonial robe with white lace on the cuffs and collar, like flowers. .

At the professor's feet were several vines that looked like morning glory, a common sight in the Hufflepuff common room.

"Maybe you should find some beautiful melodies. Remember, be sure to choose them carefully before playing them. They will remember the music they heard for the first time."

"No problem, Professor." Owen nodded, and then stretched out his wand. The ancient magic pulled the vines and guided them to climb all over the entrance hall of the auditorium.

Petunias peek out from among the green leaves, and pink flowers adorn the foyer ceiling.

Then, Owen stretched out his wand, pointed the tip of the wand at his temple, turned it slightly, then shook his wrist, and a strange silver substance appeared on the tip of his wand.

Then he took out a simple, dirty mirror from his pocket that could not reflect any image at all.

Holding the mirror in his right hand, the wand in his left hand gently put the silver mist into the mirror.

In an instant, the originally turbid mirror surface had some pictures.

In his hand is a meditation mirror, the work of Ernie, the same man who created the pensieve in the principal's office.

The functions are similar. The advantage is that it is easy to carry, but the disadvantage is that it cannot be as immersive as the Pensieve. You can only see the picture from the first perspective, fixedly, as the memory owner saw it, and you cannot build a world.

So in some details, it is not as good as the pensieve.

But it is simple and practical enough.

Owen raised his wand, pointed it at the mirror in his left hand, and cast a spell. Then it slowly floated up, like a rising cloud. Before it touched the flower, a symphony sounded.

It was like a song knocking on the magic door, slowly coming with the crisp sound of the piano.

Then violins, tubas, organs, and many other musical instruments participated.

Together they performed a magical awakening sound - Hedwig Variations.

"Oh my God! It sounds really good!" Professor Sprout said in surprise.

"Of course - this is the "Harry Potter" theme song!" Owen said jokingly.

"Harry?"

"Ahem - you heard it wrong, it's the Hogwarts theme song!" Owen quickly changed his words.

"Bang!" At this moment, huge footsteps suddenly came from the front hall.

"Merry Christmas, Professor Sprout." Hagrid carried two huge pine trees and came to the door covered with snowflakes.

"Is this Professor Flitwick's new song? It sounds really good!" he said with a smile.

Owen noticed that Hagrid seemed to be well groomed, and his messy beard was neatly combed into a small braid. Under the huge brown robe, he was wearing a decent suit.

It was obvious - he was going to do something at the dance.

"This is a tune that Owen came up with." Professor Sprout smiled and said proudly.

This child of mine is really capable of literature and martial arts! Know everything! It's just not very worry-free.

"Owen?" Hagrid's expression suddenly stiffened.

But he didn't feel embarrassed for long, because soon, a voice broke the atmosphere, "Oh! Hagrid, bring the pine tree into the auditorium quickly. Filius has almost finished decorating the auditorium, and all that's missing is your Christmas tree. "

Professor McGonagall walked out of the Great Hall. She waved her wand and helped Hagrid lighten the weight of the pine tree and clean up the dirt brought in under his feet.

"Thank you!" Hagrid said, then started to leave.

"By the way, you and Filius should discuss where to place the Christmas tree. You know, you have to make a big enough space for the dance floor."

"Okay, Professor McGonagall." He responded, and then walked into the auditorium in a few steps.