I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

Mrs. Wick holds her baby.

"You're back, John."

It was the first time in six years that John was home for the holidays.

Watson happily patted John on the shoulder.

Then Watson was frightened away by Mrs. Wick's murderous eyes.

Silver Hand Manor is big, but it doesn't feel like home

When John comes home, his room is always spotless.

No matter when, Mrs. Wick will tidy up for it.

When Watson heard that Gray Owl was an owl for himself, he immediately happily sent a letter to John with an owl.

John looked at Dad speechlessly.

"Come on, I'll give you a name, if you think you can, I'll call you one." Watson's interest remained undiminished after dinner.

"I'll call you...Basil Two."

Watson said this with confidence, but in return Hui Xiao looked at him like a fool.

Obviously, Gray Owl, who was beaten three meters away by Basil's wing just now, didn't like this name.

Watson said a few more words, and finally made a sound on the name Kiki.

But the voice made Watson a little confused.

"Roar--"

Watson plucked his ears, he asked blankly, "Is that how the owl calls?"

John said calmly: "The potential is different from owl to owl."

"But it's obviously not the cry of an owl," Watson said with a look of teasing me, "does this sound like the cry of a dragon?"

"Dad," John shook his head regretfully, "you should look at your eyes, how could an owl be a dragon?"

Although Watson thought it made sense, looking at the big head and round face, he still felt something was wrong.

In the end, Mrs. Wick believed in her son unconditionally, and told Watson not to ask if he didn't want to sleep on the sofa.

Watson had to accept that his own owl sounded very strange.

Tomorrow is Christmas.

John is back to make this Christmas lively.

Three owls sit in a row.

Tom looked up at the three guys from below, and the dog's paws sent sawdust flying from the cabinet.

Fortunately, Mrs. Wick still liked the little guy she chose, and let him jump on the sofa, and the dog's head was gently stroked on Mrs. Wick's lap.

Tom's proud tail wagged, much to the displeasure of Basil on the cabinet.

He flew down and plucked the hair from Tom's tail with his beak.

Immediately there was a cat-dog battle at home, um, owls are also cats, right?

Snow fell from the sky.

A frosty Christmas that turns the earth white.

Day two.

The Wick family lit the fireplace, and the flames were burning brightly.

Tom lay on the carpet, leaning against the fireplace, with a face of ease.

John received a greeting card from Neville and the others.

Cedric sent him a package of letters in Egyptian sand.

He traveled to Egypt and met wizards there.

Neville sent John a super-stretch and wear-resistant suit.

Daphne is a gift box containing a scarf and a pocket watch.

John opened the pocket watch, which was custom-made, and the pointer inside was made of gold, silver and precious stones.

Percy sent an alchemy book, but John had read this book, and Percy didn't know it.

Furong sent a very beautiful necklace, which seemed to be for women.

John asked strangely: "Last year, I gave women perfume, but this time I gave you a necklace?"

He was a little confused, did he treat himself like a little girl?

Put away the necklace, last year's bottle of perfume was accidentally knocked over by Tom.

This year, my uncle sent another gift, which is not something shameful.

It's a witcher's silver medal.

Above is a dragon.

It seems that it was reproduced after John told them about the witcher.

He conveniently opened the broom trimmers sent by Malfoy, which contained a Quidditch book.

It is estimated that Malfoy is not dead, in order not to become the captain of Slytherin's shame, he is going to pull John to hang him.

Unfortunately, John has no plans to play Quidditch.

Malfoy even took care of his Firebolt.

Unpacking the gift box, John saw Riddle flying back from the outside.

After a while, Basil also came back, with a brown feather stuck to its foot.

At the same time, he also brought the "Daily Prophet", thinking that he went out to beat up other owls just now.

He opened the newspaper and took a look. Lockhart's conspicuous bag was still holding a handshake meeting during the festival.

But I have to admit that his spirit of being fearless and even ignoring Voldemort has alleviated the panic of 'Voldemort committing crimes again' some time ago.

He came to guide the rehearsal of the play in the overturned garden, and even stepped forward to perform his own new story.

"If I were Voldemort, I would kill him first."

Looking at the photo of Lockhart who performed the story of "The Great Wizard Lockhart Three Beats Voldemort" in the photo, John couldn't help applauding him.

Voldemort can bear even this, it is estimated that after the return of the soul, the IQ is on the line.

...

Harry is spending Christmas at the Burrow.

Sirius No. 13 growled at Kreacher and drove the old elf into the kitchen.

The Christmas items they arranged were all cleaned up by Kreacher on the grounds of cleaning.

Go back to the past overnight.

Before he left, Kreacher was still muttering bad things about the two of them.

It's really hard to have a good Christmas with such a guy.

They went to the Burrow, which naturally pleased Mrs. Weasley.

Arrived at the Burrow, it was very lively here.

The living room was colorfully decorated by Ginny, full of flowers, as if there had been a garland of flowers explosion.

There is also a little angel on the Christmas tree. If you look closely, it is actually a little garden gnome.

The poor garden gnome, who had bitten Fred while he was pulling a carrot, was stunned with a stun spell, painted gold, and tucked into a tiny tutu in disgrace, with wings glued on.

This is definitely the ugliest angel, comparable to the Cupid that Lockhart made in second year.

Mrs Weasley was cooking a delicious Christmas lunch and there were Christmas broadcasts on the radio.

It was her favorite singer, Celestina Warbeck.

The song "Hot Pot of Love" was like a tormenting noise on the radio.

At least such songs are not liked by too many people.

Sirius grumbled a few words, and was glared at by Mrs. Weasley.

Ginny was wearing a brand new hat that Percy had given her.

Ron's eyebrows finally changed back, and his height returned.

Harry saw Bill coming with Fleur, and Mrs. Weasley's joy at seeing her son disappeared.

He asked in a low voice, "Percy hasn't come back?"

Ron still hated what he had been taught by Percy's Transfiguration, "He'd better not come back."

When Fleur came to the Burrow, she sat with Bill.

Ginny saw a maggot on Harry's head and reminded him across the table.

Harry took the worm down, and Fleur said, "Oh, that's disgusting."

It was Kreacher's intentional gift to his master Sirius, but Harry accidentally opened it.

"No," Ron said courteously with a face of agreement, "Do you want meat stew?"

Ginny shot him a disdainful glance.

Ron knocked the gravy away clumsily, and Bill was about to take out his wand when Fleur snapped her fingers.

The meat stew flew into the air and arrived in front of Fu Rong smoothly.

"Just right." Fu Rong scooped out a spoonful from the gravy.

Bill watched helplessly as Mrs. Weasley thumped down a plate of carrots.

"I invited dear Tonks," said Mrs. Weasley deliberately loudly, "but she won't come. Have you talked to her lately, Remus?"

Lupine looked helpless, "Tonks is going back to her own home, isn't she?"

"Maybe, I get the feeling she's going to spend Christmas alone."

Mrs. Weasley gave Lupine an annoyed look, as if it was his fault that Tonks didn't want to be the Weasley's daughter-in-law.

Lupine also understood why Tonks refused to come over.

Sometimes Mrs Weasley seemed a little too disrespectful about certain things.

Bowing her head to eat the turkey, suddenly Mrs. Weasley screamed: "It's Arthur, and... Percy!"

Through the kitchen window, she stared at the approaching father and son outside.

The father and son did not speak as if they were strangers.

Back to the Burrow one after the other.

The back door opened, and Mr. Weasley laughed and said, "Merry Christmas, everyone."

Percy walked in, his cloak stained with snow, and he said stiffly, "Merry Christmas."

Looking across the people in the living room, Percy didn't speak.

"Oh—Percy!" Fleur greeted enthusiastically, and ran to grab his face and give him a kiss.

"Merry Christmas, Fleur." Percy pushed Fleur away grimly.

Mrs. Weasley glared at Fleur, and walked over to hug her son.

"Merry Christmas, Mother." He handed the ribboned present to Mrs. Weasley.

Mrs. Weasley was very happy. After taking it apart, there was a luxurious and beautiful hat inside.

Ginny looked at her head, then at Mrs Weasley's.

She curled her lips, and seeing Ginny's expression, Percy smiled and said, "Merry Christmas, Ginny."

Ginny snorted, and Percy, who knew her sister well, said, "If you go to your room, you should know that there is a gift waiting for you."

"Merry Christmas, Percy," said Ginny, getting up hastily, and running to her room.

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