harry potter book of crimes

No matter how many bizarre and terrible things happen in Hogwarts, it is still a school.

Students start enrolling at Hogwarts Castle at the age of 11, and graduate and leave school when they are about to turn 18. They spend a full 7 years in Hogwarts Castle, but they also stay in their own memories.

Yes, this is always a school built for children.

And this year, a Christmas event that almost used the entire campus proved this point with the ubiquitous characteristics of young people. Even though many adult wizards from outside the school came early in the morning, they

This event is not the main group for which the real protagonists are the students.

Today, Harry and the others woke up to the soft and melodious "Red-Nosed Reindeer". When they hurriedly put on their cold-proof clothes, scarves and gloves and came outside, they discovered that the vague music was actually nothing.

It's everywhere, echoing throughout the entire campus.

Who would have thought that just waking up, you would feel an extraordinarily light and warm Christmas atmosphere?

However, it’s not just the music that adds to the Christmas spirit!

Just looking out the window, there are already a large number of Christmas trees in the front yard that was originally covered only with white snow. Those trees are wrapped with various candies and bells, and there are also colorful sequins added by magic spells.

The vast tracts of Christmas woods set off the "Hogwarts Candy Castle" decorated by Maca herself like a children's playground, and even the snow seems to have become natural soft frosting.

"What are you doing standing around here? The Potions classroom and the third, fourth, and fifth greenhouses of the Herbology class are all open! Let's go take a look first before not many people know about it!"

As soon as Harry and Ron arrived in the common room, they were taken away by several Gryffindor friends. Although it was mentioned in the announcement in advance, it was said that the professors of each course would prepare their own Christmas celebrations.

Project, but what it actually looks like, you have to experience it yourself to know.

Since the Potions classroom in the basement had long been occupied by little badgers and snakes who had geographical advantages, the Gryffindor students had no choice but to go to the greenhouse outside to check out the situation.

After leaving the castle, Harry and Ron walked forward crunching on the snow that had accumulated in the middle of the night, despite the still falling snowflakes.

There were actually a lot of footsteps walking back and forth on the ground, and sporadic guests appeared early at the school gate. They followed the classmates in front of them through the colorful Christmas forest, and they all started shouting as soon as they saw the greenhouse.

stand up.

I saw red and white ribbons hung on the outer walls of the greenhouses, and Christmas circles made of mistletoe were also hung high. But the most eye-catching thing was the renovated ones around the greenhouses.

of land.

It can be seen that the same unknown strange flowers are planted on those soil ridges. The stems and leaves of those flowers are all red, but the buds on the top are green. Unfortunately, it is still too early. It seems that they

It may take a short time to bloom brilliantly in this ice and snow.

At this moment, a small Gryffindor suddenly raised his hand and said loudly:

"Look, it's Professor Sprout! She's hiding there!"

If he hadn't yelled this, probably many young wizards wouldn't have noticed. But after he yelled this, everyone looked in the direction where his finger was pointing.

Oh, isn't the person standing at the door of the third greenhouse none other than Professor Pomona Sprout?

Perhaps it was because the place was decorated so colorfully that the already somewhat pudgy and simple Headmaster of Hufflepuff became the background.

"Hurry up, otherwise there will probably be a queue like the one in the basement!"

I don't know who turned around, and many students followed them and looked towards the road they came from. As expected, more students could be seen walking towards this side through the gaps in the Christmas forest. Everyone was looking forward to it.

I want to see the Christmas performances of plants.

So, everyone hurriedly walked among the flower bones that had not yet bloomed, and rushed towards the greenhouse door.

"Oh, little girls and boys, don't worry... Let's go in one by one," Sprout looked very happy today, with a smile on his face all the time, "Here, everyone has a Santa hat.

——They are made of velvet fibers, which are warmer than animal fur!"

Harry moved forward step by step with the team. When it was his turn, Sprout also stuffed some velvet woven hats into his hands, then patted him on the shoulder and asked him to go inside.

As soon as he stepped into the third greenhouse, a dazzling warmth immediately enveloped his whole body, causing him to sigh softly in comfort.

Immediately, she was overwhelmed with wonderful Christmas special plants and she no longer had time to think about anything else.

"Oh, that's really nice - don't you think so Ron?"

Harry subconsciously stretched out his hand towards a pot of thornless red vine, looked left and right at the small Christmas hat on the "head" of this pot of moving vine magic plant, and found that it was also made of the same material as Professor Sprout's.

It is woven from the “winter grass” grown in China.

But when he turned back and wanted to communicate with his good buddies, he found that Ron didn't seem to be excited by the joy, and still had a look of death on his face.

Seeing this, Harry couldn't help but look ahead a few times, and then dragged Ron away with some regret.

To be honest, there were obviously more interesting things to come, but with Ron's appearance, he could only put his plans to enjoy Christmas activities on hold for now.

…

If Harry is looking forward to this year's Christmas, but Ron has no intention of attending because of something... Compared to these two extremes, Hermione and Luna appear to be much calmer.

At this moment, both of them were in the library, each looking down at a pile of books and pondering.

Although even the library was full of Christmas atmosphere today, with all kinds of interesting decorations everywhere, they didn't seem to care too much.

But of course, neither Hermione nor Luna are the kind of people who don't like holiday activities.

Especially Luna, even though she seems to have been immersed in books now, there is still a beautiful red ball in her hand, with a line of Christmas greetings written in silver ink on it.

However, just as the two of them were sitting at the reading table and immersed in studying, a figure suddenly walked past the table and stopped next to Hermione.

"Duh."

A small basket made of rattan was suddenly placed on the table by the man, causing Hermione to be slightly startled.

"……Merry Christmas."

A reluctant Christmas greeting passed by her ears. Hermione quickly turned her head and saw that the person who put down the basket was actually Mrs. Pince, the librarian!

"Uh...oh, Merry Christmas, ma'am."

Hermione responded politely, then watched the other person walk towards Luna again, and also put down an identical small basket.

It's just that in Mrs. Pingsi's cold expression as always, there is obviously more inner annoyance today.

"……Merry Christmas."

"Thank you, you are such a good person...and I wish you a Merry Christmas..."

Listening to Luna's interesting answer on the other side, Hermione lowered her head and glanced into the palm-sized basket.

There are all Honeydukes' new Christmas candy balls in various flavors. Although the quantity is not large, it is enough for people to enjoy it for a while.

It is unimaginable that Mrs. Pince, who usually chases and beats people eating snacks in the library, would actually give them Christmas candies today?

But when I think of the expression on Mrs. Pince's face just now, I know that this must be the result of Professor McGonagall's special instructions. Otherwise, even Maka's words will not work.

While she was thinking about it, Hermione suddenly noticed that something seemed to be stuck under the candy blue, and she immediately lifted the basket and looked down.

"Warning: This candy is for (capital) consumption only at the reading table."

She pursed her lips, put down the basket and pushed it aside.

But when Hermione noticed from the corner of her eye that Luna was already eating happily, and Mrs. Pince was looking at Luna with an even more annoyed look, she simply grabbed a pink candy ball and threw it

He put it in his mouth and chewed it loudly.

"Oh! Damn it, go and choose colorful pebble candies at noon! Let's see if you still dare to chew them!"

Mrs. Pince looked at Hermione with burning eyes and gritted her teeth.

But no matter what, even the library, which usually only has books, has the flavor of Christmas, which shows how thorough this event is.

After a while, Hermione, who reinvested in her research, soon forgot to chew the candy balls. It was not until breakfast time that she closed the book on time with the reminder of the hourglass, put it back on the bookshelf, and prepared to go to the auditorium.

When she passed the reading table again, she saw that Luna still didn't seem to have any intention of ending, and couldn't help but reach out and pat her shoulder.

"It's time to go have breakfast."

Luna suddenly raised her head, looked at Hermione in confusion, and nodded after a few seconds.

"Oh, thank you, Hermione!" she said happily, "Christmas pudding! I heard that there will be a different flavor of Christmas pudding for every meal today - if it weren't for you, I might have missed the variety in the morning!"

"Well, you're welcome..."

Hermione blinked, then said no more, and walked to the door first.

Luna watched her leave in a hurry until she could no longer see her, then she stood up and packed up the things on the table. Not long after, she grabbed the red Christmas ball in her hand and jumped to the corridor outside.

, and hummed softly to the melody of "Red-Nosed Reindeer".

Behind her, Mrs. Pince finally couldn't hold it in any longer and screamed:

"No jumping! Rabbits are not welcome in the library!" (To be continued)