Professor of Gemology at Hogwarts

In December, the weather gradually gets colder, but for most staff, this is not a big problem. They usually only need to move to the golden reception hall and apparate or use the Floo network to reach the Ministry of Magic instantly. Your own warm home.

But for Gray and his friends, frequent trips outdoors to investigate accidents meant that they had to be equipped with decent windbreakers and scarves.

"Another one." Gray was flipping through the Daily Prophet when he heard a blue light coming from the dynamic detection chart, and traces of magic fluctuations appeared in London's Hyde Park.

"It's a rare moment of leisure, okay! Let's go!" Arnold stood up reluctantly and wrapped the scarf on the chair twice.

They apparated to Hyde Park and found everything calm.

"..." Gray squinted and looked around, "What's going on?"

"I really don't know what's going on!"

Gray heard arguments coming from the river not far away.

"But it's so cool, isn't it! So cool!"

"Yeah that's cool! They actually move!"

Gray and Arnold looked at each other. Based on their previous experience, most of the causes of such accidents are children who cannot reasonably control magic. Moreover, the passers-by around them did not react abnormally. They were most likely the two children by the river. Something happened.

The two of them walked towards the child.

A little boy with mouse-grey hair was holding a camera and talking excitedly to another shorter boy.

"What a surprise-" the mouse-grey haired boy sighed.

He held up a photo, and Gray saw that the people in the photo were these two children, but unlike the Muggle world, the people in the photo could move, just like the photos taken by wizards.

"What's this?" Arnold asked Gray quietly from the side, "Isn't it because of the developing potion that the photo can move? Why did you ask us to clean up the situation?"

"The person who took the photo is not here, Arnie (Arnold's nickname). Those two children are in the photo, but who took the photo? You usually claim to have great insight, but now it's useless?"

Arnold was suddenly startled. He looked around and saw that there was no one around. He said with some surprise: "Could it be... could they have killed everyone? Hey! Wait for me!"

Gray stepped forward, pretending to be watching the scenery by the river, and accidentally saw the photos in their hands.

"Huh? Your photos actually move?" Gray pretended not to know anything.

"Yes! Sir, you saw it too! It's amazing, isn't it? Just like a cartoon!" The little boy turned his head and smiled at the two of them, still holding the photo in his hand.

Gray touched his chin: "How did you do it? Take a group photo of yourself?"

“We happened to meet a couple passing by and asked them to help take a group photo!”

"The most amazing thing is that the photos came out right after they took them! They didn't even bother to develop the photos!"

“It’s like a Polaroid!”

"Merlin..." Arnold had already begun to frown and turned his head to look around.

Gray knew that Arnold was worried about how to find the two Muggle couples, but he couldn't find them, let alone erase their memories.

Seeing his gloomy look, Gray couldn't help but smile: "This is too strange. Are you right, Arnold? How could the photo move?"

"Ah! Yes!" Arnold nodded hurriedly, "And why did the camera take pictures immediately?"

"It's so weird, let's go! It's really evil!"

"This is amazing, Creevey! I think if we tell my parents they'll be shocked too!"

Gray paused and turned to look at the two children not far away. Is it Colin Creevey, who is one grade younger than Harry and often takes pictures of Harry with a camera?The child chose to stay at Hogwarts during the final battle, participated in the battle, and died before the midnight truce.

"What's wrong with you?" Arnold saw Gray stop and look at the child behind him.

"It's nothing."

The little boy looked at the photo in his hand: "Look, I see I am greeting myself!"

Both children, who always had smiles on their faces, were friendly and enthusiastic, kept talking about the photo and did not bother to say goodbye to either of them.

Before leaving, Arnold did not forget to cast a forgetting spell on them, so that the two little boys would forget to see them. Gray removed the magic from their photos and cameras. After all, it was better not to have such moving photos in the Muggle world.

"Ah? Why did the photo suddenly stop moving?"

After Gray walked away, he heard the voices of two children talking from the river.

"Could it be that we were dazzled before?" Another little boy muttered.

Winter in London is cold and humid, and from time to time a wet cold wind blows over my face.

"Go back quickly, you're going to freeze to death. How can anyone go to the park in such a cold weather? Please inform Arthur and the others about this. Someone used developing potions on Muggle photos without permission - and even cast magic on the camera." Arnold Wrapped in a scarf.

"Ah? No longer looking? That couple is still scared!" Gray said.

"No more looking for it!" Arnold curled his lips, "In this case, it's not a big problem without me taking action. Muggles always don't believe in magic, even if they see it."

-

A few days before Christmas, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were going to Romania to visit Charlie Weasley, and Mr. Weasley talked about it excitedly for several days.He also talked about what happened to Harry at school, such as being selected for the Quidditch team in the first grade, swallowing the Golden Snitch in the game, etc. His youngest son Ron and Harry had a very good relationship, and even Mrs. Weasley was sewing When making Christmas sweaters, I prepared one for Harry.

Gray took a rare few days off. He sat on the sofa at his home, with a warm fireplace next to him. He flipped through today's Daily Prophet aimlessly. There was no breaking news of interest.

This Christmas, Harry should be obsessed with the Mirror of Erised.

Thinking of this, he had an impulse that he had never had before. Holding the script, he clearly knew what they were doing, but he did not interfere. Instead, he chose to "go to the scene" and read the story again. This is really what he wanted. ?

Gray took a deep breath and kept reminding himself that it was important to save his life and let the plot develop according to the original work.If he does nothing now, it will not affect the subsequent plot. When the Order of the Phoenix is ​​reorganized, it will not be too late for him to take action.

A gust of cold wind blew in, the door of the house was opened, and Gray's father, Sant, came back from get off work.

"I'm back. The snow is really heavy today." Sante closed the door.

Perhaps because he suddenly entered the warm room, Sante's cheeks were a little red and his glasses were filled with fog. He took off his hat and scarf and hung them on the wall.Sante has dark brown hair, is somewhat bald, tall and thin, but he still looks a little thin despite wearing a thick windbreaker.

"Dad, it seems that I forgot to put a waterproof and anti-fog spell on your glasses." Gray smiled.

"Oh! Stop joking, dear Gray!" Sante said hurriedly, "You have always known that I don't like having magic used on myself! Okay, let's think about it, what are we going to eat tonight? This But it’s a difficult question to answer!”

Gray put the newspaper aside, stood up and walked to the kitchen, picked up the hot teapot and poured a cup of tea. There was snow outside the window.

"How about a cup of hot tea first?"

"It's a good choice. At least I need to take a break now. But sooner or later I have to face the ultimate problem." Sante smiled and took a cup of tea. "Today's patient's condition is very complicated, and the surgical plan has been discussed for a whole week. , it was finally decided today.”

Just as they were looking out the window at the vast expanse of white snow, sniffing the hot steam coming out of the cup, and savoring the sweetness of the honey tea, Gray saw a black shadow in the distance. Slowly, it became more and more... Coming bigger, flying toward him - it was an owl.

Gray opened the window, and the owl flew in. He shook off the snow on his body, threw a letter on the table, waved his wings, and almost knocked over the teapot next to him. Gray quickly took out some cereal and handed it to it. , it started eating on its own.

"Oh, my God...Whose owl is this?" Sant was slightly dissatisfied with the owl's reckless behavior just now.

Gray didn't recognize the owl in front of him, so he picked up the letter curiously.

"Dear Gray:

First of all, accept the blessings from my old man - Merry Christmas.

I think it’s been a long time since we’ve met and had a good chat. I’ve almost forgotten the taste of the ice cream we had during our last conversation. If it’s convenient for you, I hope you can prepare some for me at two o’clock tomorrow afternoon, okay?Say hello to your father for me.

Your loyalty

Albus Dumbledore"