Hogwarts Card Drawer

Christmas is coming. One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts woke up from a dream to find that the surrounding area was covered with several feet of snow and the lake was covered with hard ice.

A few owls fly through the snowy sky to deliver the mail. After all the hardships, they must recover their strength under the tower of Hogwarts before they can continue to take off.

Everyone can't wait for the holidays. While fires blazed in the Slytherin common room and the Great Hall, the drafty corridors were bitterly cold, and the windows of the classrooms rattled with the bitter wind. Worst of all, Professor Snape's office was also in the basement. As soon as Kronos opened his mouth, he breathed out and formed a cloud of white mist.

Chronos returned to Professor Snape's office every Monday, Wednesday and Friday afternoon to study. Snape never taught Kronos as carefully as he did in class, just let him help.

“Add an ounce of herbs to a pint of water. Be sure to add the leaves first and then the roots. When the water starts to boil, cover and cook for 30 minutes, then allow to cool completely. Pour out the potion and use.”

"Stupid, put the lid back on. You're going to let it cool naturally."

"It is a solid oil infused with herbs. Choose the herb with the power you desire, or enchant the herb, or both. For medical ointments, the herb should be chosen according to the patient. The ratio is three teaspoons of herb to A teacup of fat. Vegetable oils are better, especially almond and saffron."

"Uh, I'm sorry, Professor. I mean, what kind of magic should I cast on it?" Kronos asked weakly.

"Idiot, you can cast whatever magic you need to get the desired effect. I really don't know what's in your giant brain?"

Professor Snape is always like this, he will first tell the production steps gently, and then point out Kronos' mistakes with harsh words.

Thanks to his guidance, Kronos' Potions class scores are already the first in the grade.

"Professor Snape, aren't you going back for Christmas?" Kronos thought of this question.

"I know what you want to ask, Mr. Slughorn. Hogwarts will not restrict the freedom of faculty and staff, so I can go back anytime." Snape stopped his work, turned his head and said fiercely.

"You're overthinking, professor. I was just thinking about where I'm going to send your Christmas present." Kronos smiled awkwardly.

"By the way, Professor Snape, what kind of Christmas gift do you hope to get this year?"

"unnecessary!"

"Others! Professor Snape, are you afraid that I won't like the gift you gave me? It's okay, I'm not picky. I can accept any Felicia, Veritaserum, etc." Korono Si Te said shamelessly.

Professor Snape just looked at him quietly, squinting his eyes...

Half a ring passed.

"If you don't give it, you won't give it. As for driving people away." Kronos patted his butt and walked to the common room.

When passing the auditorium, Chronos saw Hagrid, the gamekeeper, placing the last Christmas tree in the corner of the church.

The auditorium is beautifully decorated. The walls were hung with holly and mistletoe festoons, and there were a dozen towering Christmas trees all over the room, some with tiny icicles glittering, others with hundreds of candles flickering.

It's just that there are only a few students in the auditorium, and most of the students have already gone home to reunite with their families. Kronos didn't go back, he didn't want to guard the old man Horace. Every year he would take Kronos to a dinner party hosted by some so-called high-ranking wizards.

"That's too bad!" Kronos couldn't help but sigh. So when Professor McGonagall came to register the students staying for the holidays,

Kronos immediately signed it.

There was one more thing about Christmas that bothered Kronos. That's the question of gifts. In the past, Chronos only needed to give Horace a bottle of red wine. But now that he's made new friends at Hogwarts, it's time for him to choose a gift for them.

In the end he chose a broomstick care kit for Draco Malfoy. Malfoy loves flying very much. Giving Professor Snape a new custom-made robe, which Kronos had noticed last time was a bit worn. As for Crabbe and Goyle, it is very simple. Chronos directly packed a lot of chocolate-flavored cakes and apple pies. In the end they sent it through Hogwarts' public owl.

Kronos, who finally finished all this, came to the restaurant to eat contentedly. A great dinner, a hundred fat roast turkeys, hills of roast meat and boiled potatoes, great plates of delicious little sausages, bowls of buttered peas, plates of thick and thick Gravy and lingonberry sauce—every few steps along the table, there are piles of wizarding buns and firecrackers waiting for you.

After returning to the lounge, Kronos took out the coins in his pocket to play with again. It hasn't had anything weird going on since Halloween. As if he was a one-off item.

"Forget it, never mind. Go to bed early and wake up early to be more energetic." Kronos got up and packed up, and then went to sleep with his clothes on.

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On the second day, Hogwarts put on a white coat, and everything in the castle was celebrating the arrival of Christmas.

When Kronos woke up in the morning, he found a pile of Christmas presents at the foot of the bed.

"Well, the first one is Malfoy's gift, and a letter." Chronos picked up a blue-wrapped gift.

Malfoy gave him a wand pouch made of dragon hide. The young master of the big family is different. You must know that dragon skin is the best defensive material, and it is too wasteful to make a small bag.

Kronos opened his letter, saying that he was very happy to receive the gift from Kronos, and then there was some useless nonsense.

"This small unpackaged black box must have been given by Professor Snape." Looking at such a crude packaging, Kronos really felt that it was very Snape.

"What is this? A necklace?" Kronos looked at the contents of the box.

"Oh, Merlin's beard! Professor Snape really loves me, he even gave me a few drops of Felix Elixir." Chronos felt that if nothing happened, this would be the best he received this year gift.

Sure enough, the rest are some very ordinary little gifts. It was even simpler for Crabbe and Goyle, who sent Kronos a bunch of treats. "Maybe they think they should give gifts to their favorite." Kronos smiled wryly.

"Wait, who gave this?" Kronos' eyes were attracted by the last Christmas gift.

"Is this a book? The Tales of Beedle the Poet?"