HP Magic Biography

Sirius and Lupine had given Harry a fantastic set of books titled Defensive Magic Examples and For Defense Against the Dark Arts. They had gorgeous covers and colorful activity illustrations of all the magic and magic items described in them. Harry eagerly opened the first volume, planning a high practical value.

Fan Lin gave a cloak as a gift. The patterns hidden under the black look very beautiful. It was produced by Mr. Al. There is no doubt that this is a Muggle style, and wizards are not interested in making such things.

Hagrid had sent a wallet made of brown fur with teeth, presumably to protect against theft, but unfortunately, Harry couldn't put the money in it without tearing his own fingers.

Thomas's gift was a small moving Quidditch model, and he watched it fly around the room, praying that he still had a Quidditch heart intact.

Ron sent him a huge box of everyfvourbeas. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley presented homemade coat and mince pie as usual. Dobby sent a portrait so horrific that Harry wondered if it was really Dobby's. He held it upside down and looked it upside down to find out where it looked pleasing to the eye.

Then, with a loud crack, Fred and George appeared at the foot of his bed.

Merry Christmas, said Fred, don't come down so often.

Why? Ron asked.

Mum's yelling again, said Fred loudly. Percy returned the Christmas coat he received to Mum.

No text, George added, no greetings to Daddy, no visits to see him or anything. We tried to reassure her that Percy was just a giant pile of rat droppings.

Fred walked around the bed as he spoke to look at the portrait in Harry's hands.

But that didn't work, said George, shoving a chocolate frog into his mouth, so Lupine's comforting him now. Best he can cheer her up before we go down to breakfast.

Anyway, tell me what it is, Fred asked Harry, squinting at Dobby's drawing. It looks like a gibbon with black eyes.

That's Harry looking at the back of the picture, said George, it says so on the back.

It's so like it, laughed Fred, and Harry tossed his new homework notebook at the tired one. But it just hit the wall and bounced off the ground, and lay there happily saying If you can put a dot on an i and a cross on a t, then you can do whatever you want. They wear Put on his clothes and get up from the bed, However, I hope that this is what Dobby gave to Fan Lin.

Oh, that seems to disappoint you. Dobby knows what he wants. Fred said, Some precious wild herbs, I saw them when I woke up in the morning, but Dobby gave his daughter The owner looks like this too, which looks even worse.

You mean Hermione

That's right. Everyone suddenly laughed.

When they went downstairs, they could hear the occupants of the house wishing each other Merry Christmas.

When they went downstairs, they met Hermione and Fan Lin going downstairs.

This made everyone look at Hermione weirdly, and everyone was looking forward to Dobby's portrait of Hermione, which must be very interesting.

Thank you for the book, Harry. Hermione said cheerfully, I've wanted that ethery for a long time, and Ron, thank you for giving me that unique bottle of perfume.

Small, said Ron, nodding at the wrapped gift in her hand and asking, Who is that for?

Hermione looked pleased.

That better not be clothes, Ron warned her.

You know what Sirius said he said Kreacher knew too much and we can't release him

That's not clothing, said Hermione, though I'd love to give him something to wear instead of those dirty old socks he's wearing. It's just a quilt patched up with rags, and I think it will Make his bedroom look nicer.

Harry lowered his voice and said what bedroom as they passed the portrait of Sirius' mother

Yes, Sirius said it wasn't quite a bedroom, but more like a cave. Fan Lin said slowly, He obviously slept under a pot in a cupboard outside the kitchen, and the two of us were planning to Where to go.

When they reached the basement, Mrs Weasley was alone. She was standing in front of the stove, and when she said Merry Christmas to them, she sounded like she had a bad cold. They all averted their eyes and looked away.

Harry strolled to a dirty door in the opposite corner of the pantry and asked So, this is Kreacher's bedroom?

Yes, said Hermione, a little nervous in her voice, well, I think we'd better knock first.

Ron tapped on the door with his knuckles, but there was no sound from inside.

He must be walking up and down the stairs quietly, he said, and opened the door without thinking.

Fan Lin peeped inside, then frowned, and saw that most of the cupboard was used to hold an old-fashioned pot, and Kreacher made himself something like a bird's nest under the pipe in the lower part of the cupboard. Rags and smelly blankets were piled haphazardly on the floor, and Kreacher could be seen curled up there every night from the small hollow in the middle.

Crumbs of stale bread and moldy cheese abounded on those. In the far corner, small objects and coins gleamed, which Harry guessed were Kreacher's collection.

Some of them were thrown away by Sirius when he was cleaning the house, and even a silver framed picture frame with pictures of family members that Sirius threw away at the end of summer was recovered. Looking at him, something moved in his mind in the picture. He had seen that dark, hat-wearing woman, Bellatrix Lestrange, in Dumbledore's memory.

Apparently her photo was Kreacher's favorite one, and he put it in front of all the others and awkwardly magically patched the glass on the frame.

Fan Lin walked in first, and stared at Kreacher's room with his eyes. There were too many things in his room, and it was disorganized, maybe

Kreacher wasn't here at all, and no one knew where he had gone.

I think, I'll just leave the present here, Hermione put the package in the depression between the rag and the blanket, then pulled Fan Lin and closed the door gently, later, he will see It's fine.

After they closed the cabinet door, Sirius suddenly appeared in front of the cabinet with a turkey on his shoulders Think about it, who has seen Kreacher recently

I haven't seen him since we got back that night, said Harry. You ordered him out of the kitchen.

Yeah, Sirius frowned, I also thought that was the last time I saw him, he must be hiding upstairs somewhere.

Isn't it possible he's out of here already? said Harry. I mean, when you say it, does he think you're telling him to get out of this room?

No, no, house-elves can't leave the house until they get the clothes. They are one with the family house they belong to, said Sirius.

They can leave if they really want to, Harry protested. Dobby did, and he left Malfoy Manor two years ago to give me a warning. He had to punish himself after that, but he still It did.

Sirius looked flustered for a moment, and then he said I'll look for him later, I hope I'll find him upstairs crying all over my mother's old knickerbockers or something. Of course, he Or crawl into a drying cupboard and die. But I won't give up hope.

Fred, George, and Ron all laughed; but Hermione looked serious.

After Christmas lunch, the Weasleys, Harry, Valin and Hermione began planning a visit to Mr. Weasley, escorted by Mad-Eye and Lupine.

Moody borrowed a car because the subway wasn't running at Christmas, and not everyone can Apparate, especially since Harry is a minor.

When Moody arrived, it was just in time for the Christmas pudding to be served. Harry suspected that the car had been borrowed without the owner's consent.

The car was magnified like the old Weasley Ford of old. Although it looks like an ordinary car, it can actually comfortably seat ten people plus Moody as the driver. Mrs. Weasley hesitated before getting into the car. It was well known that she disapproved of traveling by magic.

But finally, unable to resist the cold outside and her children's persuasion, she finally got into the back seat and sat down gracefully between Fred and Ginny. Because there were very few vehicles on the road, they arrived at St. Mungo's Magical Hospital in a short time.

A handful of witches and wizards were making their way to the hospital along a deserted lane. Fan Lin got out of the car in Muggle clothes, and Moody drove the car around the corner to wait for them to come back.

They walked idly to a window where a doll stood on a green nylon stand. Then, one by one, they walked across the grass. The reception looks festively lit with St. Mungo's orbs painted red and gold, vibrant Christmas baubles everywhere, and holly hanging from every doorway, gorgeous Christmas trees Covered in magically conjured snow, icicles glistened at every corner, each tipped with a glittering gold star.

It wasn't as crowded as it had been the last time they'd been here, and though halfway across the room, Harry found himself only being sidetracked by a wizard who had plugged his left nostril with a satsuma.

The whole family came together, didn't you? The blond witch behind the table asked with a smirk. This is the third time I've seen this situation today. Injury Curse, fourth floor.

They saw Mr. Weasley reclining on the bed with the leftovers of his turkey dinner on a plate in his lap, looking sheepish. After they had each greeted Mr Weasley in turn and handed over their presents, Mrs Weasley asked Is everything all right, Arthur

Very good, very good. Mr. Weasley replied hastily, his attitude seemed a little too enthusiastic, You haven't seen it, have you?

Not yet, what? Mr. Weasley asked suspiciously, Why do you ask?

Nothing, nothing. Mrs. Weasley hesitated, but finally gave up.

Mr. Weasley said with a cheerful face, and started to unwrap the pile of presents he had received, Well, how are you all, you've all got some Christmas presents, Harry, that's really nice

That's how he yelped as he unwrapped the metal fuse and screwdriver Harry had given him. Mrs. Weasley didn't look satisfied with her husband's answer. When Mr. Weasley leaned over to shake Harry's hand, she took a furtive look at the bandages under her husband's pajamas.

Arthur, she said, you changed your bandages. Why did you change them a day ago? They told me they wouldn't change them until tomorrow.

What? Mr. Weasley pulled the sheet up to his chest with a panicked look on his face, no, no, it's nothing, this he seemed to shrink under Mrs. Weasley's piercing gaze. Okay, don't get mad, Molly, but he has an idea. You know, he's a novice, a sweet little guy, and he's very interested in um adjuvant therapy, which is actually just some old Muggle cures .It's called mending, Molly, and it's good for Muggle wounds.

Mrs. Weasley made a noise that was somewhere between a scream and a growl, and Lupine walked away from the bed, towards the neglected werewolf, who was watching the crowd around Weasley with a longing expression.

Sirius muttered something about a cup of tea or something, and Fred and George jumped over to accompany him, laughing happily.

Are you trying to tell me that you let him mess with you with Muggle treatments? Mrs. Weasley's voice grew louder, unaware that the visitors who came with her were hurrying to protect themselves. ran away.

It's not just fiddling around, dear Molly, said Mr. Weasley with a beseeching expression, it's just, just something he and I both wanted to try, but unfortunately, um, for these particular In terms of wounds, that doesn't seem to be as useful as we thought.

What the hell happened

Okay, okay, I don't know if you know, um, what a stitch is.

It sounds like you've been trying to sew your skin back together, but Fan Lin has helped you heal as much as possible. Mrs. Weasley sneered from her nostrils, But Arthur, even you, You can't be so stupid.

I'd like a cup of tea, too, said Harry, jumping aside. Hermione, Van Lin, and Ginny almost followed him to the door, and when the door closed behind them, they heard Mrs. Weasley growl from inside, What do you mean that's conventional thinking?

As they left the corridor, Ginny shook her head and said, Typical wife-ruling.

What is a suture

Well, you know, they're good for non-magical wounds, said Hermione impartially.

It's just that the vampire's wounds will leave toxins. These silk threads can't support them at all. Maybe they can be replaced with dragon tendons, but where is the tea room? Fan Lin said quickly.

Fifth floor, said Harry, who still remembered the sign on the welcome witch's table.

They followed a corridor, through a set of double doors, and found a rickety staircase lined with more portraits of quacks, many of which looked like beasts. They were greeted by quack doctors as they ascended the stairs, claiming strange ailments and offering dire prescriptions.