Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

It's another day, it's five in the morning again, the only difference is that maybe today is Christmas.

Clark looked at a large pile of packages at the foot of his bed, and at Harry and Ron who stayed up until one or two o'clock in the middle of the night because of playing cards, and decided to open the packages later. After all, Christmas gifts are still It's fun to unpack with friends.

Today's Hogwarts Castle is also very different. When Clark was running by the Black Lake, when he looked up, he could see that the outer wall of the castle was covered with cotton-like white snow, which was white and fluffy. Change the image of the cold and old castle in the past.

Thinking that Harry and the others played so late last night, they would definitely not be able to get up now. After running, Clark specially took some breakfast from the auditorium and brought them there.

But when Clark returned to the dormitory, he found that Harry had already groped out of bed and put on his coat.

"Clark, are those the only magic cards? Are there no other maps?"

When Harry saw Clark, the first thing he said was to ask about magic cards. What is the difference between this and a child who is addicted to online novels.

Fortunately, Ron heard the movement at this time and said "Merry Christmas" sleepily.

That's right, but his next sentence came immediately, "Clark, that [Troll] card is not up to the strength of the silver level at all."

Clark looked at the two people who suddenly became energetic, and could only shake his head helplessly. He finally realized how his parents felt when they faced him hiding under the quilt and reading a novel.

"Can we stop talking about this? It's Christmas." Clark grabbed a package from under his bed, shaking it in Harry's face.

"Then I wish you a Merry Christmas, and Ron, and you too." Harry also saw a small pile of packages under his bed at this time, "Look, I have received several gifts! It's strange."

"So what did you think you'd get? A pile of shit?" Ron joked, which made Clark laugh too.

Dung eggs are one of the favorite prank props for little wizards in Hogwarts. These magic balls are filled with foul-smelling gas, just like the stinky fart bags that were popular in elementary school in his previous life. When it hits the ground, it can release a large amount of stench, which makes people feel nauseous.

"Don't tell me, if someone really gave Harry a pile of dung eggs, that person must be his very good friend. As far as I know, George and Fred earn a lot of money every year just by purchasing dung eggs. Quite a few Galleons."

Clark accidentally betrayed the secrets of the Weasley twins, but Ron couldn't care less about it now, he didn't even look at the breakfast Clark brought for him and Harry, and paid attention to it for a long time Attention turned to his own pile of packages, which was much larger than Harry's.

Ron picked up the topmost paper bag and opened it. Inside was a brand new set of wizard chess. It was a gift from his brother Bill, who knew his brother was still using the old chess set he had inherited from his grandfather.

It's just that this gift came a bit late. After all, after playing the magic card designed by Clark last night, Ron had already swept all of his old chess pieces into the trash can.

On the other hand, Harry received a handmade flute from Hagrid, and a fiftypence coin from his uncle and aunt.

"How weird! Such a shape! Is this Muggle money?"

Unlike wizards' coins, the fifty pence used by Muggles turned out to be in the shape of a heptagon, which caused Ron to yell from the sidelines. In Clark's eyes, it looked exactly like Uncle Arthur.

"You keep it." Seeing that he liked it, Harry handed him the fifty pence directly.

After seeing Ron's ecstatic look, Harry also became happy, and couldn't help laughing: "Hagrid sent it,

From my aunt and uncle... so who sent these? "

"I think I know who sent this." Ron said, his face flushed, pointing to a big bulging paper package, "I told my mother a little bit about you, she knows you won't come back this year home, so I specially sent you a gift... oh, bad."

Ron groaned when he saw Harry's unpacking, "She knitted you a sweater like the Weasleys'."

Lying in the package was a thick bright green hand-knitted sweater and a large box of homemade fudge.

"She knits us a sweater every year," said Ron, opening his own packet. "Mine are always claret, and by the way, Clark should have one too."

"Yes, mine are usually dark yellow, and to be honest, Aunt Mollie is very kind."

Clark found out the paper package sent to him, and there was also a hand-knitted sweater inside, but there was an extra pattern of a Gryffindor lion woven on it.

At the same time, there is also a box of handmade cheese sausage, which is Clark's favorite delicacy. Every time he goes to Ron's house, he will eat enough.

"I knew it, mom is partial to you." Ron was a little jealous when he saw the gift Clark received, but Clark ignored him.

He unwrapped the largest package again, which contained a box of glass bottles. Clark just glanced at it and quickly closed the box.

This is a Christmas gift from Mr. Pike, the manager of his business company, a box of precious alchemy materials. This is really a rich old gentleman.

In addition to this, he saw that Harry gave him a singing wooden bookmark, which contains dozens of beautiful music, and if you forget to read the book, it will remind you.

Ron gave him a little Quidditch doll riding a broomstick. This kind of doll can really move, and if two teams and a court are assembled, they will really play a game. A mini Quidditch match.

And Hermione gave the three of them horseshoe chocolates, of course, sugar-free dark chocolates with a very good taste, so it was cheaper for Clark in the end.

Reciprocity, Clark will naturally not forget these good friends.

Harry was given a broomstick maintenance box, which contained a complete set of broomstick maintenance tools.

What was given to Hermione was a magic globe, on which the oceans, clouds, and volcanoes would move, just like the real earth.

"Cousin! Where's the gift you gave me?" Ron had already opened up all his presents, and he didn't see anything from Clark, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

"Ha, ha, ha." Seeing Ron's aggrieved look, Clark rarely put down his airs and laughed loudly, "How do I know, maybe the owl delivering the gift is late."

While he was talking, there was a slapping sound from outside the window, and Ron rushed to the window suddenly, "Could it be that your gift has arrived?"

However, when he opened the window, he saw only a brown owl flapping its wings outside, its talons were empty, and there was no gift at all.