The holidays are often a happy time. But too short or too long is not good for us.
Luke doesn't have the trouble of having a vacation that's too long or too short. After all, the Christmas holidays are different from the winter holidays in previous lives. After all, this is a short vacation. It's more about letting the children go home and reunite with their parents.
Not being able to see anyone for months and months is not a good thing for either the parents or the children.
Hagrid stood on the platform, glanced at his pocket watch, and then looked into the distance. After seeing the black smoke column, a bright smile appeared on his lips.
The whistle sounded, and then the bells jingled. The students got off the train one by one and said this to each other happily.
Hagrid blew his whistle. The harsh whistle made the students calm down from their excitement, and several students who were closer to him frowned.
There were also a few older-looking students whose expressions changed, and then they all started moving away from Hagrid. Hagrid took a deep breath as he looked at the students, who were a little better but still noisy and disorderly on the whole.
"Old students will make their own carriages. Freshmen, meet me here!"
Hagrid's voice made the leaves on the side really rustle. Several students who were closer to him covered their ears with pain on their faces.
The effect was very good. The old students walked in the other direction, while the freshmen gathered around Hagrid. Hagrid nodded with satisfaction.
"What does he need that whistle for?"
Hermione said dissatisfiedly to Luke and Taylor beside her: "Obviously just shouting is enough."
Luke just smiled. Ignoring Hermione's complaints.
Taylor shook his head, but didn't say anything.
"Is there any difference between the carriage from the castle to the station and the carriage from the station to the castle?"
Hermione asked Luke as she followed the two of them and moved closer to Hagrid.
Luke shook his head: "I don't know, there should be, otherwise why would they ask us to stay alone."
"There aren't enough carriages."
Taylor spoke calmly, with a low voice and a smile.
Luke and Hermione were both silenced.
After waiting for a long time, when they were standing not far from Hagrid, Hermione seemed to have finally come to her senses.
"Probably not." Her tone was very...confused. If it were the first time, the day a new student entered school, she would have sneered at such remarks and said contemptuously that it was nonsense. This is the magic school with the longest history and the strongest teaching ability in the UK! How could there not even be enough carriages?
But after attending school for more than three months, she really couldn't say such words righteously.
Will be regarded as yin and yang weird.
There is no exaggeration in describing the school. It's just that there is only one magic school in the entire UK.
It's also a Hogwarts joke among the Hogwarts student body. Of course, this is purely self-defeating. If others really say it, they will fall out.
"We can make our own carriage! I have heard from my brother about the matters that need to be paid attention to when riding a carriage when returning to the castle."
A Gryffindor student suddenly spoke to Hagrid. He was one of Hagrid's closest students just now, and there was still an aftertaste of dissatisfaction on his face.
After listening to his words, the students gave Hagrid another look. Seeing the reactions of his classmates, the child seemed to be encouraged. He straightened his back, and his questioning and suggestive eyes turned into questions.
Hagrid's expression remained calm under everyone's gaze.
"We don't have enough carriages," Hagrid explained to the students. "They are never enough. Because freshmen usually take boats."
The students who were still making some noise and pushing fell completely silent.
The entire student team fell silent for an instant.
The expressions on the students' faces kept alternating between 'So that's how it is' and 'Unbelievable', and finally merged into a rather complex expression.
Hermione opened her mouth, but didn't say anything. She just looked at Taylor beside her. Taylor just smiled.
"But we didn't feel like there weren't enough cars when we were going from the castle to the station."
"We went to Cong Castle to the station earlier. It was free to get on the bus at that time. We didn't queue up, which doesn't mean that others didn't queue up. Nowadays, the carriage may still be rich, and it can even be enough for one college or even several colleges to go together. But which college What about staying? This is the only way."
Luke gave Hermione a simple explanation, and he just realized the reason was this. Of course, this was not something he should be suspicious of. Just a little thing.
"Did you guess it?" Luke looked at Taylor and asked seriously.
Taylor winked at Luke and said with a smile, "Not really."
This answer made Luke raise his eyebrows, and then smiled brightly: "Good thing."
"I'll tell you when I get back later."
Tyler said to Luke.
Luke nodded, understanding why. There are many talkative people around, and things like this involving Taylor's own secrets really can't be said casually here.
Hermione looked at the two guys playing riddles with a look of helplessness on her face. But I don't seem to be able to ask these two people why here.
The students had no choice, so they could only wait here.
The sun gradually moves overhead. The students' actions ranged from calm, to impetuous, to impatient.
Fortunately, they didn't wait any longer.
"Okay, you can get in the car."
Hagrid took the lead and led the students towards where the carriage was parked.
The students unanimously gave out cheers of excitement. Seamus Finnigan ignored the objections of his brand new wizard chess pieces and put them into his trouser pocket very roughly. The chessboard was only carried in his hand and was not put back into its box.
Neville beside him shouted angrily: "I finally almost won!"
"Give up, Neville, you will never beat me at wizard chess!"
Seamus looked very proud. But the cold sweat on his forehead still betrayed him. He was indeed about to lose just now. It's okay to lose to Ron. Losing to Neville was somewhat unacceptable to him.
Although he always beat Neville, he was very sure that he didn't want to lose, not even once.
What a shame!
Luke's expression was still calm, but he still let out a long sigh of relief. The waiting of not knowing when the end will be is always the most torture.
Fortunately, this is just waiting for the carriage.
The students moved very quickly and sat on the carriage quickly and orderly without any prompting from Hagrid.
Seeing this, Luke suddenly wondered whether the teachers at the school did it on purpose.
Although the students were made to wait here for a while, it really made these eleven or twelve-year-old children much easier to control. Compared with the messy scene before, how much more efficient is this kind of work?
"What are you doing standing around? Get in the car first."
Hermione urged Luke, and then she scanned the parking area in the car. Then he took out a pen and paper from the small bag at his side.
"There are not a few cars missing... We don't even need to squeeze two more people into each car."
After Luke got on the carriage, Hermione, who was sitting on the carriage and put down her pen and paper, said angrily: "Strictly speaking, we don't have to wait anywhere at all!"
It was obvious that Hermione was furious. Luke suspected that he and Taylor were responsible for this, but he really didn't dare to say anything more now.
"Okay, they did do it on purpose, but if we were really allowed to squeeze in, many people would probably not be happy. For this convenience, it is better to just let us wait. The efficiency will be much higher."
Luke shook his head and said to Hermione.
"It must be Professor Snape's idea!" Hermione said angrily, crossing her arms.
Luke just shook his head. According to his understanding of several professors, it was not unusual for any of them to make such a decision. There is really no need to compete with such a group of students.
"Your calculations are much better." Taylor glanced at Hermione's notebook, glanced at the concise and clear calculations, and praised it.
Hermione's face showed a little bit of pride.
"It was the Christmas gift Luke gave me that worked. Those mathematical writings are really simple and clear. Although there are some flaws in the derivation of the principles, they are really the best in terms of practicality."
Hermione sighed, she could clearly see the advantages and disadvantages of those books. Those formulas, if you know what they are but don't know why, there is no practical problem at all. But there are indeed some shortcomings as to how these formulas came about and why they are like this.
But for students, friendliness is too much.
"Don't let go of the derivation of principles. Most of the next few books for you focus on this aspect." Luke Xiaozhe nodded: "It seems that you are quite satisfied with the gifts I gave you."
Hermione nodded heavily: "Very satisfied."
"Are you giving 'knowledge' to everyone?"
Taylor said with a strange expression. Before Hermione could show any doubts, she explained to Hermione: "He gave me some precious herbs. There are also a few prescriptions that I have never seen before, but they are very powerful."
So the two of them looked at Luke together. Judging from the two gifts so far, knowledge is indeed the key word for Luke's gifts.
"Not entirely." Luke shook his head in front of the two people's gazes and said, "There are always people who are not interested in knowledge. It's the same in any form. Whether they don't like it or it's not necessary."
"So for these people, there is demand. Some people need benefits, and some people need feelings."
The smile on Luke's face became a little more proud: "In short, I am quite satisfied with the gifts I gave out."
So I got two white eyes.
Soon, the three of them started talking and joking again. Children of this age always have endless things to say when facing each other. Topics kept coming and going, and they even had the luxury of discarding some topics that they could continue chatting about, but that they didn't like so much.
And after just a dozen years, what they had to face was a state of silence and silence. If there is a topic you can talk about, keep talking and don't let the situation fall into awkward silence.
It didn't take long for them to return to the castle. Those students who had not gone home for Christmas were looking forward to their return early.
The senior students are doing okay, but the junior students can hold it back. They have been holding back something to say and want to talk to their friends.
The scene once again fell into chaos.
Luke and Tyler didn't join in the fun in the small square. The two people left the crowd while no one was paying attention.
"Can you predict?"
Luke didn't delay. After finding a remote abandoned classroom, he asked straight to the point.
"It's just a little bit. With the help of grandma, I forced it to open a little bit."
Then Taylor saw Luke's frown. She smiled.
"Don't worry, there's no harm done. It's actually time to turn it on. It's more of a guide than a force."
Taylor's relief did not completely reassure Luke, but now he could only keep this in mind and said, "What effect?"
"It's relatively simple and doesn't have much effect. You can see a short-term, slightly related revelation of Mo Lake. However, the timing of activation is uncertain, and the location and time of the revelation cannot be determined. Some are useful, and some are not."
Taylor said in a helpless tone: "Grandma said that my early ability was too weak. Her early ability at the time was the three-second prediction that could be activated in critical moments."
All the comforting words Luke wanted to say were stuck in his mouth.
Well, there's really not much more to say.
"If you compare it like this, your ability is indeed a bit lacking."
Luke said with a nod.
Taylor's face became more and more bulging as he looked at the exposure.
But Luke was unmoved.
"Have you made any progress in your ability?" Taylor said unwillingly.
"Haha, what the hell..." Luke sneered, "Currently, I can't even find any new ways to develop my abilities. I can feel quite a lot of emotional energy, but many times I don't know how to use it. .”
"For example, the overall emotion floating in the school now is excitement. I can feel that my ability can affect the overall emotion, but it is like a worm shaking a tree. It is useless at all. It is different from before. Before, I This effect is achieved by stimulating the emotions of several people.”
"Swallowing the Starry Sky: Sign in to Become a God"
Luke was very distressed. He couldn't find any development ideas. He thought he was not a stupid person, but if he didn't find a way, he just didn't find a way.
"Any ideas for a solution?"
Taylor could see the self-deprecation under the sneer and asked with concern.
"It's easy...just find the legacy left by Gryffindor."
Luke let out a long sigh of relief.
Taylor stopped talking. No matter what, this is not something that can be simply used as an adjective.
So the two of them fell into silence.
The holidays are over. But more troubles have just begun.
