HP Magic Biography

The genius remembers the address of this site in a second: (Apex Chinese), the fastest update! No advertisements! Fan Lin has a lot of gifts. In fact, part of the reason why Dobby came to Fan Lin’s bedside so early was to give Fan Lin Christmas presents are here.

Mr. Al's gift is some Muggle supplies, but this is of no use at Hogwarts.

Of course, there are still some admirers, all of which were created by the Daily Prophet, who wantonly publicized Fan Lin's deeds and used them to hide the mistakes of the Ministry of Magic.

The only advantage should be that Fan Lin can receive many gifts.

In the end, Harry had to come over with Ron to help Fan Lin open the presents.

Of course, this requires magic filtering.

Who knows who actually sprinkled the love potion in the envelope, if something unexpected happens at this juncture, Fan Lin will definitely not be able to take it and walk around.

Hermione will never let him go, just like after marriage...

In any case, Fan Lin found out which one belonged to Hermione from among the pile of presents.

It's a hand-knitted sweater. Although it doesn't have Mrs. Weasley's craftsmanship, it can be seen that the girl is very hardworking.

The crooked thread ends were also cut off one by one by the girl, and the initials of Fan Lin and Hermione were displayed on it with golden red thread.

In fact, Hermione is still very insightful about the design, the interweaving of A and G.

Anyway, this is the best gift Fan Lin has ever received.

Fan Lin didn't hesitate, he put the sweater on himself directly.

The girl must have prepared for a long time to knit this sweater, and Fan Lin could even feel the residual warmth of the girl's palm.

It's an illusion, of course, but it feels really good.

Unprecedented fulfillment, Fan Lin feels that nothing can trouble him now.

Let's go down. Fan Lin said excitedly.

And what about the presents? said Harry, unpacking the package. It's a Quidditch model, the Ireland-Switzerland game.

Oh, here you are, Harry, but now I think they should be put down.

Oh, thanks, but...

It's nothing but, Harry. Fan Lin said, I've already seen what I want to see, and I can leave the rest to Dobby.

What do you want? Harry looked at Fan Lin puzzled.

It's snowing, Harry, why shouldn't we go out and relax?

Relax?

Anyway, let's go. With a wave of Fan Lin's hand, the cleansing spell immediately acted on these gifts.

Arranged neatly along the wall, it doesn't look so messy.

Fan Lin went downstairs excitedly, Hermione and Ginny were waiting for them in the lounge.

Fan Lin chuckled, he didn't wear a coat, just to expose the sweater.

Hermione naturally noticed this, anyway, the girl was very happy.

She was quite afraid of her own skills at first, but no one would feel unnatural on Fan Lin's body.

In fact, the morning time is not suitable for outdoor activities, and the little wizards who have just climbed out of the warm quilt are not so willing to go directly into the snow.

Since everyone was reluctant to go out in the morning, naturally, the work of unpacking the presents did not fall on Dobby.

They spent most of the morning in Gryffindor Tower, where everyone was unwrapping presents, before returning to the Great Hall for a sumptuous lunch that included at least turkey and Christmas cloths, and a heap of Cabbage and amazing cookies.

By the afternoon they were outside the house, the snow hadn't been trodden except for a few deep ravines made by the students of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons on their way to the castle.

This is Fan Lin's long-planned activity.

With such thick snow, there is no such thing as a hearty snowball fight.

The grouping was very clear, two girls were in a group, and then three boys fought indiscriminately.

This is an unfair fight.

It was impossible for Fan Lin to watch Hermione being beaten,

And Hermione...

Well, Hermione was very cooperative and gave Fan Lin a few snowballs.

Suddenly, the painting style of the scene became serious.

Fan Lin's strength simply made it difficult for Harry and Ron to resist.

He and Ron had just thrown two snowballs the size of fists, and Fan Lin responded to them with exponential growth.

Valin El, if you're using magic, I'm not welcome. Harry yelled.

Fan Lin kept arguing that he didn't use magic power, but Harry saw a snowball the size of a human head flying out of Fan Lin's hand.

A few seconds ago, the snowball in Fan Lin's hand wasn't that big. Besides, have you ever seen a snowball that looks like a homing missile?

Harry will never forget the thrill of being thrown down the hillside by a snowball falling from the sky.

The scene changed instantly, and Hermione and Ginny wisely stepped aside, without their wands.

Luckily Harry and Ron had wands with them. Moreover, they did not cover up at all.

Lines of snow rushed towards Fan Lin one after another.

This is not a wizard duel... Naturally, Fan Lin would not use any other means.

The outcome was self-evident, in the end Harry threw Fan Lin down, and then...then Hermione fished him out.

Fred and George are naturally indispensable for such a scene, and the final result is that no one is allowed to use magic power.

Now, Fan Lin could only hide behind Hermione and tremble.

By five o'clock the girls said they were going back upstairs to get ready for the dance.

What, you need three hours to get ready? said Ron, looking at her in disbelief, not noticing that George threw a big snowball and Ron got hit hard on the head.

So when do we call you? Ron yelled at Hermione, but she just waved and disappeared at the end of the stone stairs leading to the castle.

There will be no tea party this Christmas because there will be a feast at the dance tonight.

At seven o'clock, it was difficult for everyone to see each other, and the others asked them to stop the snow fight, and then a large group returned to the lounge. The fat lady was sitting by the stairs with her friend Willie, posing with her fat body. Everyone was very drunk, and the empty bottles of chocolate liqueur were piled up under her portrait.

Beasts fight, that's it. When everyone said the password.

Van Lin, Harry, Ron, Seamus, and Neville changed into their gowns in their room.

Everyone seemed very confident, but far inferior to Ron. Facing a long mirror in a corner, he carefully observed himself in the mirror, with a chilling expression on his face, no one noticed that his dress looked more like a skirt, in order to make his clothes stand out more On his manliness, he wears a sling perfume on his neckline and cuffs, which works well, at least he doesn't have to wear a tie, and despite his elegant deed, the hem of the dress is still horribly ragged frustrated.