DNF Meets Harry Potter

After finalizing the matter with Sirius, another week has passed in a flash, the weather is getting colder and colder, and this year's Christmas is approaching quietly.

In the main castle of Hogwarts, there are also lights and festoons everywhere, full of festive atmosphere.

Professor McGonagall was smiling and using her exquisite Transfiguration to conjure up many colorful lights hanging all over the corridor, while Flitwick and Professor Sprout were busy decorating the huge Christmas tree in the center of the auditorium with levitation spells. Only Snape stared at Lupine who was busy with everyone with a cold face and expressionless, looking in a bad mood.

But everyone got used to it, because Snape did this every year, as if the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor owed him hundreds of Galleons.

The auditorium was filled with the sound of little wizards playing and playing. Almost all the little wizards were happily discussing their own vacation plans at this time.

Because of the disgusting dementors, Hogwarts was extremely cold this winter, coupled with the stimulation of Sirius breaking into the castle with the intention of committing misdeeds, more than 95% of the little wizards planned to go home. Staying at Hogwarts, in case Sirius couldn't think about it and wanted to give them a special gift on this special day of Christmas - a terrorist attack, then he really couldn't even cry.

Unlike other little wizards who couldn't wait to return to the warm embrace of their parents, Carl and Niari still didn't sign the back-to-school list sent by Professor Flitwick this time, and they decided to stay at Hogwarts for the rest of their lives. This Christmas.

And in order to celebrate this last day before the holiday, Dumbledore ordered the house elves to prepare a much richer Christmas dinner than ever before.

And before the dinner started, good partners of the wizards, the hard-working and delicious Scottish round-faced fat chickens delivered today's letters and packages to every little wizard on time.

Harry, who was waiting for the professors to finish their work and take their seats, raised his head, because the two round-faced chubby chickens stopped on his head, and then a long strip of package fell into his hand without any mistakes.

"It's so strange, this package doesn't even have the sender's signature on it!"

Seeing that his good friend received the courier, Ron, who was sitting next to him, immediately poked his head over and pressed his shoulder curiously, wanting to see who sent it and what it was. .

The reason is simple, this package is simply too beautiful. About 1.5 meters, the outer packaging is made of beautiful colored cardboard, and the theme of celebrating Christmas is drawn on it, so that people can tell at a glance that this is actually a Christmas gift.

The gold-red ribbon is in line with Gryffindor's temperament, and a beautiful bow is tied on the outside, and a post-it note is pasted on it with the words: Merry Christmas - Harry Potter ...

"Harry, do you have someone outside behind my back again? Why is it so secretive to send a Christmas present, and you don't even write a name~..."

Ron curled his lips and muttered in a low voice very uncomfortably.

"When did I have someone outside, and why did you say the word again? It seems that you must have stayed with Carl for too long and learned badly!"

Somewhat annoyed, Harry reached out his hand to cover Ron's face, then pushed his head away from his shoulder, sore and sore after so long.

"Okay, okay! Don't talk about this, let's take it apart first!"

Ron said with a playful smile, and then took the lead in stretching out his sinful paws and began to unwrap the golden ribbon on it.

Inside the package was a black box. After opening the lid together to see what was inside, the two of them gasped and were stunned for more than a minute before recovering.

"Ron~...you...you pinch me to see if I haven't woken up..."

Harry stretched out a hand tremblingly into the box, stammering and whispering to himself.

Ron, who was close to him, heard it without a doubt, and then there was a scream of pain and joy all around.

"What are you doing with such a heavy hand?!"

Harry clutched his inner thigh in pain, and tears were about to flow out. I don't know if Ron's blow just now contained some extra emotions, but the strike was really ruthless.

"Didn't you ask me to pinch you?"

Ron replied without looking back, his eyes fixed on the contents of the box.

An extremely exquisite flying broomstick was shining slightly under the candlelight. Although the light was too strong, it hurt his eyes very much.

Why do I often have tears in my eyes? It's not because I just ate a lemon raw!

"Hiss~! Merlin's beard! This...is this Firebolt?!

Who gave it to you? Chi Liu... Chi Liu~..."

It took Ron a while to recover from the shock just now, swallowed his already sour saliva with some difficulty, and asked in surprise.

"I don't know that either!"

Harry was also stunned by the sudden joy at this moment. While being pleasantly surprised, he also kept guessing in his heart who would actually give him such a valuable thing.

The Dursleys? That's absolutely impossible. Before he left, he inflated Aunt Maggie. Now they probably wished that they would never go back.

Harry shook his head, wondering why he had such an idea. The only Christmas present the stingy Dursley gave him was the shilling from the first grade~...

So~... Could it be Clara? Harry thought of the necklace with his parents' photos and their photo album he had received two years ago, and he couldn't help thinking that he had always suspected that these things were sent by Clara, but he couldn't find any evidence. The last time she came to find him with great difficulty, but she left in such a hurry that he never found a chance to ask.

Harry thought about it and felt a little confused. When he decided to make a note of it secretly and ask Clara in person, the two owls dropped one package after another.

He caught it and saw that it was the same length as before, except that the packaging was a little different, and there was also no signature.

It's just that this package is not as exquisite as the one just now, it's just wrapped in black cardboard indiscriminately, the only information left on it is a hang tag with the recipient's name on it, not even a greeting card, and the name on the tag The crooked handwriting looked rough and ugly, as if the owner hadn't picked up the quill pen for a long time.

"Another unsigned package, who will send it this time?"

Ron took a deep breath, picked up the green tea on the table and drank it down. Although my heart is very unbalanced, I still want to live with howling.

Immediately afterwards, Harry and Ron opened the second unsigned package with full of doubts.