The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

"Why don't you put on yours, Ron?" George patted Ron on the shoulder, "This is a specialty of the Weasley family."

The word specialty made Fred laugh, and the two of them happily put Ron into his sweater.

"I don't like dark purple," Ron complained half-seriously as his head squeezed out of his collar.

The four of them chatted while eating fudge.

The three Weasley brothers complained that their parents were partial and went to watch the dragons, leaving them at school for Christmas.

Loren couldn't help but laugh when he heard this. It turns out that you didn't care about not being able to go home for Christmas, but that you didn't care about not being able to go see the Fire Dragon together.

"What are you arguing about here?" Percy Weasley poked his head through the crack in the door and scolded the twins with a dissatisfied look on his face.

Fred noticed that Percy also had a bulging sweater on his arm and looked at George.

"Put it on quickly!"

"We all wore them, even Loren."

The twins walked towards Percy, grabbed his sweater, and put the sweater over Percy's head regardless of the situation.

"I-don't-want-to-wear-" Percy struggled vaguely.

"Look, Percy has a "P" in front of him," Fred exclaimed. They thought their mother showed off the letters on her clothes to distinguish the twins.

"This P is not Percy's P, it means prefect!" George seemed to have discovered a big secret.

The others were amused by this interpretation.

The twins grabbed Percy's sleeves, which he hadn't put on yet, tied him up and pushed him out of the room:

"You are not allowed to sit with the prefects today."

“Christmas is a time for togetherness!”

The laughter gradually drifted away.

The colorful ribbons in the corridor are imbued with all kinds of radiant magic, as if the lights are hung on the ceiling. The lights of various colors are like flowing water, gathering towards the auditorium. All kinds of flowers are floating on the wall, and the flowers are holding candles. It was blown up and down by the wind. There are 12 huge Christmas trees standing in the middle of the auditorium. Next to each Christmas tree is a golden brazier, with the flames swaying like streamers. Magic candles float among the branches and leaves, sprinkling light from scattered air strikes.

At noon, the Christmas party officially begins.

One hundred fat and fragrant roast chickens were placed on the dining table. Barbecued meats and potatoes were piled into hills, sausages were fried, and various marinades and sauces gave off tempting smells.

The smell could be felt throughout the main building of the castle, and even before they entered the auditorium, Loren and the others could not stop salivating.

On both sides of the dining table, there were also piles of wizard packets and firecrackers, shaped like red candles.

Fred held a firecracker and pulled out the fuse.

boom!

A mortar-like sound exploded, and several people around felt their ears ringing.

A blue smoke enveloped Fred. When the smoke dissipated, Fred was wearing a rear admiral's hat and had several lively white mice on him. The mice quickly dispersed from him and disappeared in a moment. No trace.

Loren opened his mouth and shook his chin, relaxing his eardrums to relieve the shock in his ears, and smiled unconsciously. The wizard's stuff was so powerful.

He has an interesting idea hehehe.

Ron and Percy saw the mouse and took a few steps away, recalling their not-so-pleasant memories.

During the banquet, there were bursts of explosions from time to time, and blue smoke was everywhere.

Yellow flame light, blue smoke, and various luminous ribbons reflected in everyone's eyes, shining brightly, making the auditorium look like a dreamy wonderland.

At the guest of honor table.

Dumbledore, wearing a women's hat decorated with flowers, tilted his head and listened to Professor Flitwick's jokes, smiling happily.

Hagrid sat next to Professor McGonagall, drinking and chatting with Professor McGonagall. The two looked very happy. Hagrid drank more and more, and his face became redder and redder. Finally, he kissed Professor McGonagall on the cheek. Professor McGonagall giggled and blushed.

Fred also saw this scene, "Oh, let me tell you, Hagrid and Professor McGonagall are not a good match."

George winked at him, "Professor McGonagall will regret it when she sobers up."

Everyone around laughed happily after hearing this.

"Ouch!" Percy cried out in pain, holding his teeth. He ate the Christmas pudding too quickly and bit into the gift hidden in the pudding.

Percy spit something on the dinner plate, and the silver coin landed on the dinner plate with a crisp sound. It was a silver Sickle.

Loren stared at the silver coins on the plate and was lost in thought. He held his chin and guessed: "Do you think there will be galleons in the pudding?"

Hearing this, Ron's eyes lit up as he looked at the pudding. He stood up and reached for several plates of flaming red pudding, sucking them into his stomach like drinking water. He wants to wrap up the pudding on the table.

By the time he left the table, Ron hadn't eaten a single gold galleon, not even a copper nut, and his stomach was bulging.

Ron groaned and walked holding his stomach.

The twins walked behind Ron, their shoulders shaking with laughter.

"You act like a pregnant mother."

Everyone else on the road was holding a bunch of gifts blown out of colorful firecrackers. Loren had a bag full of colorful firecrackers, shaking his head and tutting, "These people don't know their stuff."

In the afternoon, the Weasley brothers took Loren to a snowball fight.

Snowballs were flying around in the playground. Different from the previous brawl, this time they were divided into two groups. The twins chased Loren, Ron and Percy.

The twins worked together so well that the others couldn't hold their heads up.

"Fight back, don't just hide! Hahaha..."

"There won't be anyone who can't beat two with three, no, no, no."

The twins' arrogant voices followed the snowballs flying all over the place.

Loren hid behind a snowdrift, and the snowball smashed next to it, and the snowflakes splashed on his face, which was cool.

I can't bear it anymore! The colorful packets and firecrackers in my pocket are just waiting for this moment.

"Give you a little shock."

He took out a firecracker, ripped off the fuse and threw it at George.

boom!

Blue smoke spreads across the playground.

Firecrackers are not very powerful, but they are very loud.

George's face was dull, a little dumbfounded, and his mind was buzzing.

Fred looked at him and opened his mouth in surprise, "Oh no, the enemy has strong firepower."

Loren threw another bomb at Fred, causing Fred to run away.

The situation was reversed, but the scene was not what anyone expected.

Loren was so excited that he chased everyone like a villain. He didn't care who his teammates were and would blow up anyone he saw.

"Percy, hey hey hey!"

boom!

"Ron, hey hey hey!"

boom!

Ron and the others hid behind a snowdrift. Ron shrank his head and murmured: "Honestly, he's quite scary like this."

The twins nodded in agreement and looked at each other. They reached a consensus and their expressions suddenly became serious.

"Soldier George, you hold off the enemy while I return to the castle to get ammunition."

"Okay, Sir Fred."

As Fred and George said this, they suddenly kicked Ron and Percy out of the snowdrift.

"Hey hey hey!" This is the laughter of the twins.

boom!

Ron and Percy were blown away by Loren.

When the twins came back, it turned into a melee of firecrackers. As if they were infected by Loren, they also started laughing "hehehehe".

Ron and Percy took the opportunity to return to the castle to replenish their ammunition.

A few people played wildly all afternoon, their ears were buzzing, and their minds were filled with the magical "hehehehe".

It wasn't until his clothes were soaked and he was so cold that he returned to the fire in the common room out of breath.

The fiery warmth gradually enveloped everyone. Several people sat around the fire, listening to the sound of burning firewood, staring at each other, and suddenly began to laugh.

"Hey hey hey!"

"Hey hey hey!"

"Hey hey hey!"

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