Christmas holiday.
Malfoy waved to John with a protoss in his pocket.
They sat in the Thestral carriage and headed for the train.
John looked at the dwindling number of people around him like an old man left behind.
"How does this comparison make me look lonely?"
The crowd was thronging, and John stood alone in the foyer.
Filch was there counting the people leaving.
Professor McGonagall came to John and asked doubtfully: "You won't go this year, Wick?"
"I still have things to deal with, Professor McGonagall." John said respectfully to Professor McGonagall, "There are some things that I can't get away from."
"You can spend time with your family properly," Professor McGonagall said disapprovingly, "You always push yourself too hard."
John only went back once for Christmas, and even Harry went back more than once.
Compared to Harry, John is more like a child who has lost his family.
Professor McGonagall felt very sorry for this child. He had given too much and never rested.
"Compared to a short period of relaxation, I would rather see that the people I care about are fine." John shook his head, "I'm still young."
"Time will pass quickly," Professor McGonagall said complicatedly, "In the blink of an eye, I will already be an old woman."
"Okay, but you are a respectable old lady." John smiled and bowed, "I have always respected you."
Professor McGonagall also smiled. She couldn't dislike this student anymore.
"Even though you're not going home, Hogsmeade is always open."
Professor McGonagall nodded to John and said, "Have a good time, Wick."
"I will, Professor McGonagall."
John nodded and watched Professor McGonagall leave.
Professor McGonagall, who often stays in school, rarely relaxes.
Follow the train to Silverhand Amusement Park.
That place can hold the adventurous Gryffindor for a long time.
Slughorn organizes the Christmas party as usual.
Snow covers the castle.
John stood in the foyer looking at the empty castle and sighed: "Peace is hard-won."
This is probably one of the few years where students can leave easily.
The troll in the first grade, the basilisk in the second grade, Sirius in the third grade, the Triwizard Tournament in the fourth grade, the high-pressure rule in the fifth grade, and the points deduction battle in the sixth grade.
Without Voldemort causing trouble, this year was particularly easy.
Snowflakes fell on the head of Hector, who was seeing snow for the first time outside. He and Helmer rolled in the snow.
"Perhaps we can celebrate the holidays differently this year."
Peace is always what is pursued.
The blood brought by war contrasts with the fragrance of flowers of peace.
Entering the castle, it was not time for John to relax.
While he was training the Celestial Spirit Guards, he was also researching better ways to cure the blood curse.
He almost never left the Star Club.
Even Slughorn didn't see it while he was eating.
Wait until Christmas day comes.
John walked out of the Star Club and stretched.
Rubbing his sore neck, he habitually picked up the newspaper delivered by Basil.
This news cheered up John. He looked at the newspaper and muttered to himself: "Want to play the MACUSA routine again?"
Grindelwald was arrested, which is unpleasant news.
That guy, he was like home in prison.
John put down the newspaper and said, "Perhaps direct execution is the most correct approach."
But John shook
Shake your head, this approach is impossible.
Grindelwald's fans have never been in the minority. If the Polish Minister of Magic did this, he would really be a hero.
He went to his dormitory. He didn't know what he would receive this Christmas.
After he left.
The star spirits of the Stars Society shuttled around in various rooms. They were the products of the Stars Society and were not restricted by the Stars Society.
A protoss ran into the room leading to the ocean, caught a big fish and started surfing.
Others started exploring in the forest room and played hide and seek in the maze.
The little star spirit seems to have countless happiness.
Suddenly.
The fireplace lit up with blue flames.
...
The Wick family.
Ariana woke up to the morning sun.
The little bear on the bedside waved its fluffy arms, providing Ariana with the cutest wake-up call.
Ariana, her long blond hair messed up from sleep, sat up and rubbed her eyes.
Thinking of something, she got up from the bed and ran downstairs quickly.
The little bear followed behind with his short legs and chirping.
Mrs. Wick was cooking breakfast downstairs, pouring milk and placing it on the table, ignored by Ariana.
With her goal clear, she ran to the Christmas tree at home.
Five gift boxes were placed there.
Ariana looked at Mrs. Wick longingly.
"Can I take it apart, Mom?"
Mrs. Wick was amused by her expression, raised her finger and said, "You need to get yourself clean."
Ariana ran to wash up, and Watson walked downstairs breathing heavily.
Mrs. Wick narrowed her eyes dangerously when she saw his lack of energy.
"You saw yesterday
What time is it? "
When asked by his wife, Watson immediately felt guilty.
He read a book in the study all night last night on the pretext that he needed to deal with work.
You can't blame him, Lockhart's writing is so beautiful, and such a book deserves to be a hit.
Moreover, the one John bought him was the premium edition, and the illustrations in the book were all moving, interpreting the scenes.
It was like watching a movie, which fascinated Watson.
Seeing Mrs. Wick's dangerous look, Watson immediately grabbed the comb on the sofa and said, "I'm going to help Ariana comb her hair."
Mrs. Wick laughed angrily, betting that Watson would see daylight.
In the bathroom, Ariana wrinkled her nose and cleaned her teeth with a toothbrush.
She carefully followed the steps John taught her and used warm water to clean her little face.
Just as she was about to open the gift, Watson treated her as a tool to avoid accountability and dragged her to comb her hair.
The messy hair was combed as smooth as silk.
With all this over, she could finally open the presents.
Ariana sat down with bare feet under the Christmas tree.
The big-headed gray owl Qiqi flew over.
Little Bear helped bring a gift, and Ariana quickly opened the gift without any instructions.
Inside is a bear doll wearing a pink headdress, which was given by Watson.
Watson was drinking coffee while making a bet with Mrs. Wick, "I dare say she likes my gift best."
Watson is full of confidence.
The next second, he saw his carefully selected bear being thrown aside.
"..." Watson was petrified on the spot.
Mrs. Wick sneered: "Ariana has a little bear, and you give her the same one?"
"I thought she would find the bear lonely."
Watson is autistic.
No way, damn Greg, you lied to me.
Watson was filled with grief and anger, and he even consulted Greg, the administrator of the orphanage, for advice.
Mrs. Wick scoffed at her husband's idea and said confidently: "You need to figure out what girls like."
She saw Ariana opening her own gift.
A beautiful dress was taken out and she looked as dazzling as a princess when she put it on.
Ariana thought for a moment and tossed the dress onto the couch.
Mrs. Wick put down her cup expressionlessly and glanced at Watson, who was about to laugh.
"Go and shovel the snow from the door."
Watson: "...I just shoveled it yesterday."
"You ate yesterday and you won't eat today?"
Well, after being warned by Mrs. Wick that there would be no food, Watson resigned and went out to shovel the snow.
Ariana opened the third one, and as soon as the cold light inside was revealed, Mrs. Wick closed it with a smile.
"Little Baihua, you still have two gifts."
Mrs. Wick smiled and took the box away. The contents inside made a metallic clang sound.
Ariana blinked and opened the fourth gift.
This time things inside are normal.
It was a beautiful emerald brooch and a card with a star symbol.
The back of the card reads: "I open passages in the fire."
This is John's gift.
Ariana put the brooch away as a treasure. She held it in her arms, feeling unsafe.
He simply ran to his room and hid the brooch under the bed.
After Mrs. Wick collected the gifts from her parents, she walked out and saw Ariana running down in a hurry.
Just when she was about to ask her if she had received any gift from John,
Mrs. Wick sees Ariana throw a card into the fireplace.
Then the fire in the fireplace turned blue.
Mrs. Wick came over, blinking in perfect sync with Ariana.
"Go find John here," Ariana said.
Mrs. Wick thought for a moment and said, "Maybe it's not such a bad idea."
Holding Ariana's hand, mother and daughter stepped into the fireplace.
As the flames engulfed the two men, the fireplace returned to its original color.
Watson opened the door and came back and said, "The snow outside has become heavier. I think I can clear it later."
No one from the house responded.
Except Kiki.
Watson looked at Qiqi blankly.
"Where are my wife and children?"
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