Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

Opening his eyes, Harry saw a pine ceiling.

Is it different this time?

He thought a little absent-mindedly.

It took a while to realize that they were in the "castle" of Robert's family.

There are many evergreen trees planted around Leslie Manor, such as holly, privet, and cypress.

Especially that large area of ​​red pine, so beautiful!

After a snowstorm, the pine leaves fell on the snow, like butter sprinkled with colored needles, mixed with the exposed brown soil. From a distance, it looked like a freshly baked butter cake, which made people feel like The urge to take a bite.

Harry lay in bed for a while before waking up.

As soon as I got up, I saw washed and dried clothes on the bedside.

He got dressed and went downstairs.

The room was warm.

This is an old house that looks very old. It is surrounded by various pine barks and pine boards. The house occupies a large area, is in the shape of a zigzag, and has three floors. Along the way, Harry saw at least forty people. room.

On the other side of the corridor are glass walls. It is said that these walls will be retracted when the weather is warm to be closer to nature, but now you can also see the pond rockery in the courtyard, although they are as attractive as being covered with a layer of icing.

The hall was empty, with no one around. There was a huge Christmas tree standing in the middle. At this time, there were already piles of gift boxes under the tree, which should all be gifts from the little wizards.

It looked so shocking that there was almost no place to stay.

Harry was a little hungry. He thought about it and walked towards the basement. He remembered Robert saying that the house elves were down there.

Because house elves are timid, Robert designed the door after the portrait, imitating the design of Hogwarts Castle.

It was a portrait of house elves, but they were all from the back. The elves were busy in the garden, and the clear water flowed from the upper left corner to the lower right corner, and a small red and white sailboat was flowing down the river in an infinite loop.

Harry patted the sailboat, and a cat's head appeared on the sailboat. It looked at Harry and then shrank back.

The next moment, the portrait disappeared and a wooden door appeared on the wall.

Harry stepped forward and opened the door. The scene inside was very lively.

Since it was Christmas, Robert simply invited all the house elves he knew to be guests. The advantage was that they didn't have to clean up, but the disadvantage was that there were too many goodies.

Especially the house elves will look at you expectantly, hoping to get a comment...

In just one night, the little wizards felt that they had gained three pounds.

Harry saw Crookshanks, who was staring wide-eyed at the small dried fish hanging on the wall of the fireplace.

Of course, they are still fresh fish now.

The house elves soon discovered Harry. Thanks to Dobby's spread, many house elves knew about him, the boy who survived.

They came closer quietly, their eyes widened, and they looked at Harry longingly.

Being stared at by eyes that contained no malice, Harry felt a little at a loss.

He suddenly realized a little vaguely why Hermione wanted to spare no effort to help them. That kind of cautious and frightened look in her eyes made people with integrity in their hearts unable to let go, and subconsciously wanted to help them.

"Good... good morning?" Harry greeted hesitantly, "Did I disturb you?"

A female elf who looked bolder than the other house elves came forward and said, "Hello, Harry Potter, I, I am Sasha, nice to meet you... We, we are all very happy. "

"Uh... hello Sasha." Harry scratched his cheek, slightly embarrassed, "Excuse me, is there anything to eat? I'm a little hungry."

The house elves were in a commotion. They cheered and ran to get Harry various snacks, filling his pockets and arms.

Harry gave a wry smile. House elves are indeed good, but...

Can you please stop giving me so much food?

The little wizards got up in twos and threes. After breakfast, it was time to happily unpack the boxes.

Robert was lazy this year and did not continue to make more advanced snacks. Instead, he baked a lot of pumpkin cakes, hoping that the little wizards would not turn yellow in despair.

"Oh my God! Harry, what is this!" Hermione exclaimed, "Broomstick!"

Everyone's attention immediately shifted, and Harry stared at the broom in his hand in stunned silence. It had a beautiful appearance and a delicate touch. He seemed to have seen it somewhere before!

"Fire! Crossbow! Arrow!" Fred's voice broke, "Oh my god! Why is it a firebolt!"

George looked a little dumbfounded, and he said excitedly, "Harry, come on, come on! Man! Let me touch it! I just need to touch it! Just one touch and it'll be fine!"

Harry's face flushed with excitement, "Oh my God! This is really the best gift I have received this year! But! But who gave this?"

As he spoke, he looked at the package that he had torn apart before.

"Oh, look at how happy you are." Sirius Black slowly walked over with a plate of breakfast, which included baked beans, sandwiches, bacon, and a poached egg. "I told you you would like it."

Harry finally saw the name on the wrapping paper, and he looked at Sirius excitedly, "Thank you Black!"

Ron looked at the broom in Harry's hand and looked at Mrs. Weasley pitifully, "Mom, I want a broom too."

When Mrs. Weasley heard this, her smiling face immediately fell down, "Ron Weasley, how many wands have you lost already?"

Ron blushed, "That, that's different!"

"What's the difference?" Mrs. Weasley interrupted him, "If you can throw a wand, you can throw a broom. When you lose three or four brooms, our family can drink Mistral together! "

Ron was still unwilling to give up and said, "Didn't we catch Peter Pettigrew? Didn't we get a bonus?"

Mrs. Weasley shook her head and raised her hand helplessly, "Ron, your father and I didn't teach you this. We know exactly who captured Pettigrew. If Robert hadn't been underage, this money would have been lost." It’s not our family’s turn to get the money!”

"But now the gold Galleons belong to us! So how we spend it is our own business and has nothing to do with him!" Ron shouted loudly, and everyone who was happy to unbox it all cast doubtful glances.

Mrs. Weasley felt ashamed. Her son actually said such words in front of everyone, which made her a little annoyed and a little guilty.

Do you care too little about this child?

Otherwise how could he make such remarks.

Mrs. Weasley pursed her lips, not knowing what to do for a moment.