"I got a few presents! Ron!"
Harry looked at the small pile of gift boxes at the foot of his bed and shouted in surprise.
The sleepy Ron rubbed his eyes and said in a less sober tone: "Then what did you think you would receive? Cabbage?"
As he spoke, he looked at the pile of packages at the foot of his bed. It was obviously much bigger than Harry's pile.
Looking at them, Ron scratched his head and murmured: "It seems to be a little more than in previous years."
While he was still confused, Harry couldn't wait to open his gift.
Picking up the treasure on the top, he took a look at the thick kraft paper and saw the very rough characters with flying dragons and phoenixes.
"Hagrid to Harry"
Harry squeezed the paper bag, and the paper bag took on the outline of a small cylinder under the pressure.
"Is it a telescope?"
Ron came over at some point and asked with interest.
"Monocular? What do you mean?"
Harry asked, preparing to open the paper package. First he tore it, but did not tear it open. He brought the glued part of the paper package to his eyes and looked at it, and then silently took out a paper knife from the drawer of the table next to his bed.
"Monoculars! It's a very important prop for watching Quidditch games! You can't see those big Quidditch pitches clearly without a magic telescope with a high magnification."
Ron stared at the paper package without blinking, watching Harry open the gift expectantly.
Harry cut open the paper package, reached in, and pulled out a crudely made flute.
Ron was disappointed, but Harry was still happy. He put the flute to his mouth and blew it gently. The flute made a strange sound. Kind of like an owl hooting.
"I bet Hagrid made this himself."
Ron looked at this flute that looked very Hagrid-like and said to Harry.
Harry tilted his head indifferently: "It's better this way, isn't it? And it's possible that I don't know how to brag."
Ignoring Ron's disappointment, Harry rummaged through his drawer, then stood up and walked to his suitcase. He opened the suitcase and took out a piece of clothing that he no longer wore. Under Ron's surprised gaze, he put it in The clothes were cut open, and then the flute was wrapped carefully.
"Ah...is it necessary?"
Ron scratched his head and spoke in confusion.
Harry nodded vigorously. Then he returned to the foot of the bed and picked up the second packet.
This paper bag is small and looks thin.
After opening it, there was a note inside.
"We received your heart and enclosed your Christmas present. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia."
After Harry read the letter, he turned the note to the back.
There was a fifty pence coin stuck there.
Harry's face was expressionless.
"Quite friendly," he said softly. Then he looked up and saw Ron staring straight at the coin.
"What a weird shape," said Ron. "Such a shape! Is this Muggle money?"
"You keep it." Harry handed the coin to Ron without thinking. Ron took the coin, his face flushed with excitement, and he turned the coin over and over. He kept mumbling words like 'It's really interesting'.
Harry ignored the ecstatic Ron and looked at the remaining gifts at the foot of the bed.
"Hagrid's, Uncle Vernon's, who gave these the rest?"
Harry asked confused.
"I think I know who sent this." Ron, a little embarrassed, said with a big bulging paper bag: "It's my mother, I said to her, you thought you wouldn't receive a gift - oh! Oops……"
Ron looked at the paper package that Harry tore open and groaned in pain: "She knitted you a sweater unique to Wes's family."
Harry spotted the thick bright green sweater on hand. And underneath it, a large box of unlabeled fudge.
Ron touched the same paper package as Harry from the foot of his bed.
"She knits us a sweater every year," Ron said listlessly. "Mine is always dark purple."
Harry opened the box, stuffed a piece of fudge into his mouth, and nodded vigorously.
“Really delicious!”
Harry said sincerely: "She is really great!"
There are three paper packets left. Two of them look heavy, and the other looks just thin, but not too small in shape.
Harry reached out first and took one of the two large ones over.
Ron came over curiously. He also kind of wanted to know who would give Harry the gift.
Opening the paper package, there was a lot of candy. There are all kinds, and none of them are cheap.
"Merry Christmas, Pote!"
Seeing the note, Harry knew who the package was from.
"Malfoy? He would actually give you a gift?"
Ron looked at Harry in surprise, like a wife who smelled perfume that was not her own from her husband's neck.
"Our relationship isn't bad, and he's... rich."
Harry didn't explain much. Anyway, with Luke's help, although his relationship with Malfoy was not good friends, they wouldn't start fighting each other when they met. Plus, Malfoy is indeed rich,
"I guess there are people who have a reasonable relationship with him."
Harry looked at Ron and said seriously.
Ron shook his head: "I don't think I have. Just look at the next one. I reckon Luke will give you a gift too."
"Then you should have one too." Harry said as he dragged another large paper bag over.
"It's heavy," Harry said.
After tearing open the paper package, the first thing on it was a piece of paper. In terms of length, it was closer to a letter.
"Merry Christmas, Harry, I thought about the gift for you for a long time, but in the end I decided to give you some books. Most of them are about common sense and relatively obscure knowledge in the wizarding world. For those who have not lived in the wizarding world since childhood It will be of some help to you. Of course, there is also a Quidditch training notebook, which I bought from the Bulgarian genius boy Viktor Krum. He is regarded as the leader of Bulgarian Quidditch. future."
"I think you'll like it. I think it'll be of some use to you if you want to be a Quidditch player."
"Luke Gunter."
Harry read the words on the note word for word, and then took a deep breath.
Ron asked curiously: "What did Luke say?"
Harry stuffed the note into his pocket. Then he stepped away, letting Ron see the pile of books.
"Oh, hell..."
Ron wailed: "Won't Luke also give me a bunch of books?"
Then he saw that Harry found an inconspicuous-looking notebook from the pile of books, with a very solemn expression.
"What is this?" Ron approached curiously.
Then he saw the words on the cover of the note.
"Quidditch Seeker Training Routine and Precautions - Viktor Krum."
Ron's mouth formed an 'o' shape.
"Oh my God! Krum's notes! It's Krum's notes!"
Ron exclaimed. He subconsciously wanted to grab the notebook and take a look. But he stopped in time. He also knew that this thing was not given to him.
"Is he famous?"
Harry asked curiously.
"Very famous!" Ron nodded eagerly, "He is the reserve seeker of the Bulgarian national team. Although he is still a student, he already has the ability to become the top professional golfer. It is said that the next leader In the Diqi World Cup, he will be the seeker of the Bulgarian team!"
"Luke is so rich that he can get his notes..."
Obviously, Ron also realized that this was due to money. Of course it’s definitely not just about the money.
Luke put a lot of effort into this notebook. After searching many people, I finally knocked Krum unconscious with money and got this notebook.
Harry looked at this note, which was insignificant in appearance but of inestimable value. He was silent for a moment and then said, "Ron, what do you think about me becoming a professional Quidditch player in the future?"
Ron's excitement was interrupted by this sudden question, and then he said loudly: "Of course! Harry, you will be fine!"
The confidence in his tone was even greater than Harry's own.
A bright smile appeared on Harry's face.
He touched the cover of the note and put it on his bed with great care. Then he brought the last paper bag over.
"Look who gave this. I'm going to see what gift Luke gave me later. It would be great if it was also a note!"
As Ron spoke, he couldn't help but glance at his pile of gifts. He tried hard to distinguish which one was given to him by Luke.
Harry weighed the paper package in his hands, and the paper package jumped twice in his hands.
Portions are very light.
He opened the paper package and inadvertently, something like a liquid, silver-gray and shiny, slid to the floor and gathered in a pile.
Ron looked at the pile and gasped.
"I've heard of this thing." He swallowed. "If I'm right - this thing is very rare and very valuable."
Luke was not impressed by his somewhat exaggerated description, and asked "What is it?" while leaning over to pick up the thing from the ground.
As soon as he took it, a trace of surprise flashed across Harry's face: "Water-like...fabric?"
When Ron heard his description, he had a look of awe on his face: "It's the invisibility cloak, I'm sure - Harry, put it on and try it on."
Harry draped the Invisibility Cloak over his shoulders, and Ron let out a loud shout.
"Sure enough! Look down!"
Harry looked down at his feet, but there was nothing there. With an excited smile on his face, he ran towards the mirror excitedly. In the mirror at this time, only his head was in mid-air, and his body was completely invisible. And when he pulled the invisibility cloak over his head, he was completely invisible in the mirror.
"Note, Harry, a note fell out."
Ron exclaimed as he looked at the note that suddenly fell from the front of the mirror.
Harry immediately took off his invisibility cloak and grabbed the letter. When he held it in front of his eyes, he saw that there were slender fonts with circles inside circles that he had never seen before.
"Your father left this to me before he died.
It should be returned to you now.
Use it well.
I sincerely wish you a Merry Christmas. "
There was no title for the book, so Harry waited in a daze while waiting for the note, while Ron clicked his tongue and admired the invisibility cloak.
"If I can get such a thing, I don't want anything!"
He looked at the invisibility cloak and said excitedly and enviously.
Harry, on the other hand, stared blankly at the note, his expression dull, and his hands trembling slightly unconsciously.
"What's wrong with you, Harry?"
Ron looked at Harry suspiciously.
"Nothing." Harry stuffed the letter into his pocket and looked thoughtful.
It's a pity that before he could think clearly, 'Who gave this to me? ''Is this really his father's? 'With these two questions, the twins' cheerful voices came from the door.
In front of these two people, it is really difficult to think quietly. Harry was also dragged into the discussion of Christmas gifts.
They wore Wes's signature sweaters when they came to the house and asked Ron to wear them. After Ron put it on half-heartedly, they showed the two of them the Christmas gifts Luke gave them.
A lease for a shop. Prices are so low that they're almost impossible to find, and they're in a great location. Anyone who knows the industry knows how valuable this thing is.
Under the urging of everyone, Ron also opened the gift Luke gave him.
Not very original, just a bag of money.
Luke wrote that he really couldn't think of anything to give him. Because he needs too many things. New robes, new wands, new textbooks, even new pets. So I simply gave him some money and bought whatever he wanted and needed.
Although compared to others, it's really nothing new. But it's really practical. Ron just cooed slightly. But when he saw that Percy had nothing, he didn't feel even a little dissatisfied.
Everyone is friends with Luke, guess who isn’t?
…
"You actually still have time to prepare gifts for us?"
Gemma looked at the gift box placed by the door with a confused look on her face.
And Luke was lying on the table writing a letter, and there was a big box that had been packed next to him.
"It doesn't take much time to prepare a gift." Luke stuffed the letter he just wrote into the box, sealed the box, and stood up holding the box.
As he walked out the door, he said to Gemma: "Whenever you are in doubt, give me a book. Knowledge is precious to most people."
"On weekdays, people who are not interested in knowledge just give money. Usually they are too lazy to think about what they want."
"If you're familiar with those people, they know what they want on a daily basis. It's just buying and giving away."
"And some gifts..."
Luke placed the big box in front of the waiting owl outside the door. The owl picked up the box and flew away into the distance. Don't know where to go either.
"It has some purpose in itself...or in other words, some expectations."
