A day of learning magic at Hogwarts

Christmas is coming.

Snow began to fall in the sky, and Hogwarts was soon covered in white snow.The weather in the UK has always been unpredictable, rainy and snowy.

In mid-December, it was said that two third-year Gryffindor students were punished for enchanting several snowballs to chase Professor Quirrell around and finally hit him. Behind the turban.Mr. Filch, the caretaker of the castle, imprisoned the two men for a whole month.

The bad weather has reduced the number of owl messengers. They deliver mail in the windy and snowy sky, and it is difficult for them to recover quickly.

The weather is so cold that you can feel the biting wind even when walking in the corridor, let alone outdoors.

Even Potions class even became a popular class for a while, because you could take the class while warming yourself with the help of a steaming cauldron.

Ian rarely stays in the library anymore. He now prefers to borrow books and return to the Hufflepuff common room to read by the roaring fire.The Hufflepuff classmates are all very nice. No one among them would disturb Ian when he was reading, and even speak in a deliberately lowered voice.

Of course, with Halloween coming, there's bad news.

Professor Sprout registered the list of students staying at school for the holiday (Christmas), and Ian immediately signed it.

In fact, he had no choice. After all, he was homeless in this world and couldn't live on the streets on Christmas.

But his friends, Ernie and Justin, were people with families; neither would stay at school during Christmas break.

Justin said to Ian: "You can come to my house during the Christmas vacation. My house is quite big..."

Ernie then said: "You can also come to my house. I often mention things about you in my letters to my parents, and they all ask me to learn from you; they will definitely like you!"

"Forget it!" Ian declined the kind invitation from his two friends, "I'd better stay at Hogwarts... I haven't finished reading the book about medieval alchemy..."

Ian's other two roommates, Wayne Hopkins and Oliver Rivers, also chose to go home.

And Hannah Abbott, Susan Bones and Megan Jones, the first-year Hufflepuff girls, will not stay in school.

Hogwarts is such a big place, and during Christmas there are almost no acquaintances left for Ian.

But reading alone by the campfire sounds pretty good.

……

On the first day of the holiday, Ian said goodbye to several friends and then started preparing Christmas gifts.

God knows why wizards celebrate Christmas. Isn't it a Christian holiday?

No, Christmas seems to have been stolen from Christianity, and its earliest origins seem to be related to ancient Rome... Maybe it also had something to do with the development of magic.

The auditorium looked beautiful and spectacular.The walls were covered with hanging ribbons of holly and mistletoe, and there were eleven towering Christmas trees all around. Some of the trees were hung with shiny little icicles, some were lit with hundreds of candles, and some were lit with candles. There is no decoration for the time being.

However, since it was already a holiday, there was no one in the entire auditorium at this time.

While eating breakfast, Ian was thinking about what kind of gifts to give... As an orphan, if the Christmas gifts he gave were shabby, they wouldn't care, right?

Later, in the corridor, he met Rubeus Hagrid again.

Hagrid was carrying a huge fir tree across the corridor.This should be the No. 12 Christmas tree in the auditorium.

Hagrid's body was completely covered by the fir tree, and he could only be distinguished by his body shape.

In fact, Ian now has several questions related to alchemy and wants to ask Mr. Hagrid, an alchemy enthusiast.

But seeing how busy the other party was now, he felt a little embarrassed to speak.

"Oh, Harry, are you discharged from hospital?" Suddenly, Ian heard Hagrid shout.

Then, Harry Potter's voice rang: "Yes, Madam Pomfrey said I am completely recovered and can be discharged. Do you need my help, Hagrid?"

"No, no need!" Hagrid declined the other party's kindness, "Where are you going now?"

He asked, looking at Harry and his red-haired friend beside Harry.

"Let's go to the library!" Harry Potter replied.

"Library?" Hagrid's voice sounded a little surprised, "You're still reading on vacation? You're working too hard, right?"

Unexpectedly, Harry Potter also started to curl up, and Ian felt a little emotional.

Could it be that he brought the trend of involution to Hogwarts...

The protagonist has started to get involved, so I have to work harder.

Ian thought as he quickened his pace and walked towards the library.

……

But after walking a few steps, Ian was stopped by a man at the gate of the castle.

The caretaker of Hogwarts Castle: Mr. Argus Filch.

"Good morning, Mr. Filch!" Ian greeted him with a smile.

"Oh, Drizzt!" The expression on Filch's face seemed a little tangled at this time.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally took the initiative and said:

"You...come with me..."

In this way, Ian followed Mr. Filch and entered his office.

This was Ian's second visit to this place, a place that most students avoided.

The room was dark and dirty, with no windows and only a lone oil lamp hanging from the low ceiling.There was a faint smell of fried fish in the air.

Many wooden filing cabinets lined the surrounding walls; from the labels, Ian knew that the cabinets contained detailed information on every student Filch had punished.Gryffindor students accounted for almost all of it.

On the wall behind Filch's desk hung a set of shiny hinges, handcuffs, and shackles.Everyone knows that Filch often asked Dumbledore for permission to hang students by their ankles and hang them upside down from the ceiling.

Of course, Argus Filch looks very fierce.

But if you follow the school rules and don't do bad things, he is actually a very easy person to get along with (this is how Ian sees it).

"Drizzt...it's already Christmas..." Filch stammered:

"Generally...generally speaking, I don't give gifts to students...but the can you brought to Mrs. Norris before, she liked it very much..."

As he spoke, Filch opened the drawer, took out a piece of parchment and handed it to Ian.

"This is my Christmas gift to you!"

"What is this?" Ian took the parchment curiously.