On Christmas morning, Harry was awakened by the flash of white light reflected from the snow into the dormitory. He struggled to support his body and sit up. After putting on his eyes, it took him a while to adjust to the semi-darkness of the dormitory.
The rest of the roommates had already left the school one after another yesterday afternoon. Now in the dormitory, apart from Harry himself, there was only Ron, who was squatting on the ground and happily unpacking a small pile of packages piled on the ground at the end of the bed.
"Stop hanging there, Harry—"
Ron turned his head when he heard the breathing sound and waved to Harry eagerly.
“You only get this opportunity once a year, come and see what the harvest will be like this year!”
"Come here--"
Harry grunted, slowly opened the quilt, tied the loose buttons at the collar of his dressing gown, and walked over with his slippers on.
Most of these gift packages were left by their classmates in Gryffindor. Every year in December, Harry and Ron would also try their best to prepare Christmas gifts for their friends in the academy, most of which were useless. It would be too precious. Stationery from Literary Mansion, candies from Duke Bee, prank products from Zuko’s Joke Shop, or gadgets from Devis Bangs Magical Supplies Shop are the mainstream choices for students to exchange Christmas gifts.
There were no surprises this year. Harry tore open several packages, and most of the items were the same. Some of the gifts even looked very familiar to Harry, because he also asked the Weasley brothers to help him purchase them from Hogsmeade.
Of course, as usual, Mrs. Weasley's gifts were not absent.
A scarlet jumper with the Gryffindor Lion woven on the chest, a dozen home-baked mini mince pies, some Christmas pastries and a box of pralines.
"Mom gave me another sweater...and it was dark red..."
Ron was also carrying a sweater of almost the same style and mumbling. He weakly threw the sweater on the bed and continued to dig into Mrs. Weasley's package. Within a few seconds, Ron picked up another emerald green sweater. Sweater, with a confused look on his face,
"Big yarn sale?...Why did mom send me two items this year?"
The color of the sweater Harry received in his first year was emerald green. Hearing Ron's muttering, he raised his head and looked up. After blinking, Harry laughed.
"I guess Mrs. Weasley may have sent you a gift from Percy. Ron, this dress is not a size for us."
"Maybe she just wants to lighten Errol's burden, well... at least Errol will be happy to see one less package."
Ron said. He unfolded the sweater he picked up and faced himself. When he saw the pattern drawn on the chest, Ron suddenly widened his eyes in surprise.
"A snake... Mom is confused..., oh, wait, I understand--"
When Ron said this, Harry also understood what was going on.
"Mrs. Weasley also prepared one for Professor Blaine?"
"Apparently so!"
Ron stared at the twisted snake on the sweater with a strange smile, "Obviously mom is not very good at embroidering patterns other than lions, well... I hope Professor Blaine won't burst out laughing when he sees it."
What Ron said was just a joke. Of course he knew that Professor Blaine was not such an unfriendly wizard.
"But why doesn't Mrs. Weasley send it directly to Professor Blaine?"
Harry still felt strange, but at this time, a note stuck inside the sweater answered Harry's doubts.
"Mom was afraid that it would be too presumptuous to send it directly to Professor Blaine. Moreover, she hoped that we could have a good relationship with Professor Blaine, so she asked us to send it--"
Ron rolled his eyes speechlessly and read the words on the note.
"This seems like something Mrs. Weasley would do--"
Harry laughed, turned around, squatted down, and started to unpack his package again.
At the bottom of the pile of gifts, a long and narrow package attracted the attention of both Harry and Ron. This thing did not look like a gift given to each other by young wizards.
"what is that?"
Ron also threw Professor Blaine's sweater on the bed, stepped over the open boxes on the floor, and came to Harry's side.
"Merry Christmas, Harry, Ron!"
During the Christmas holidays, the spell designed to prevent men and women from visiting each other in the dormitory tower will temporarily fail. Hermione, who has already dealt with her Christmas gifts, walks in wearing a dressing gown. Even on this grand holiday, her hair is It was still draped over the shoulders in a messy manner.
"Oh, why is no one paying attention to me?"
Seeing that the two little boys squatting in front of the bed showed no response to her greetings, Hermione turned up her nimble nose and took a breath, saying unhappily as she walked over.
And when her eyes jumped over Harry's head and looked at the broom in Harry's hand, she also took a breath.
"I can not believe it."
Ron said hoarsely as he stared blankly at the gleaming and exquisite broomstick in Harry's hand.
A firebolt!
It was exactly the same as the coveted broomstick that Harry saw every day in Diagon Alley. In order to get it, he worked hard for Professor Brain for a period of time.
“Even among the girls, a lot of people talked about it!”
The stiff faces of the two boys gradually revealed joy, but Hermione's delicate brows were drawn together, "This broom is worth at least several hundred gold galleons. Who gave it to you, Harry?"
"Needless to say, Hermione!"
Ron panted as he walked around the Firebolt, admiring the glorious broom handle,
"There's only one person I can think of!"
"You mean Professor Blaine?" Harry responded immediately.
Indeed, judging from the current situation, the only possibility is Professor Brain.
Professor Dumbledore is impossible. He is the principal. Even if he prefers Harry, he will not spend such a sum of money to buy a world-class broom for Harry. If this matter is known to the young wizards of the other three colleges, , then they might have a falling out.
Professor McGonagall is also unlikely. She has already given Harry a Nimbus 2000.
At Hogwarts, Professor Blaine is the only faculty member who has the financial resources and maintains a good relationship with Harry to do this.
"What's there to think about, Hermione?"
Noticing that Hermione's eyebrows were still open, Ron suppressed his excitement and said,
"Remember, Hermione, after solving the Chamber of Secrets, Professor Blaine gave me a commemorative coin and a book for you. Only Harry didn't give him anything. He said at the time that he would give Harry a gift, but in the future!"
"You mean!"
Hermione was not happy with Ron's irresponsible statement. Her face sank, and she bit her lip and said,
"You're saying that Professor Blaine foresaw the emergence of a famous broomstick that wouldn't be sold for several months, Ron?"
"Then what do you have in mind, Hermione?" Ron squinted at Hermione.
"We can ask him, Ron. We just need to give him the sweater that Mrs. Weasley knitted."
Harry said suddenly, he didn't want this suddenly bright Christmas morning to be shrouded in the haze of Ron and Hermione's quarrel.
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