[HP Comprehensive UK and US] Platinum Stark

* Snape

Early in the morning, Snape saw a rectangular dark green gift box on his desk. He knew without a doubt that it was a gift from Alicia.

Apart from his goddaughter, no one would give him a gift on such a day.

Let him think about it. What he received last year was an out-of-print potion recipe, and the year before last he received a bottle of joy potion that the girl learned on her own.

Alicia spent more than a month studying the process of brewing the potion of joy, and the cauldron exploded several times. After all, this potion was very difficult for a nine-year-old wizard at the time.

Even Snape didn't expect that the girl's final result would be so amazingly perfect.

So what will this year be like?

The man came to the desk without any hurry. Looking at the gift box, he couldn't help but smile. His usually frowned brows gradually relaxed.

He carefully unwrapped the outermost ribbon and gently picked up the lid of the gift box.

It's a brand new magic robe.

Precise stitching, luxurious fabrics, and a few dark patterns embroidered on the low-key black robe add a touch of luxury to the mystery.

Snape's fingertips touched the magic robe. He looked at it carefully for a while, and then picked up the postcard beside him.

"Merry Christmas, Severus! I wanted to make a magic robe for you myself, but I'm not good at sewing a robe under a spell... so I asked Madam Malkin and my mother for help. By the way, let me tell you a little secret. The two letters on the inside of the collar were embroidered by me using a spell. Guess what they mean. I promise it's easy!"

The man's eyes were very gentle, and he lifted his collar as Alicia had indicated on the postcard.

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Alicia and Severus.

It was indeed very simple. Snape slowly stroked the tender, prominent fonts, and somewhere in his heart seemed to be filled with a sense of fulfillment.

He has only had one piece of clothing for all these years, and it is quite durable.

But now, his lovely little goddaughter has become like a little adult, taking care of every detail of his life.

Yes, he is also a family man.

* Voldemort

Voldemort, whose energy could support his body, picked up a pure black and gorgeous gift box expressionlessly. He raised his finger, and the things inside instantly floated into the air.

There were seven silver wine glasses, and there were even a few sparkling diamonds on the cup holders.

"Professor, I wish you a Merry Christmas. I hope you will accept the gift I carefully selected. Sincerely, Alicia Malfoy."

The handwriting is beautiful and the wording is rigorous.

Voldemort looked at the postcard with no change in his expression.

Quirrell, who was concentrating on his master, felt that he had to help the Dark Lord. He bowed slightly and said carefully, "If the master doesn't like it, I will get rid of it for you immediately."

Voldemort barely blinked, paying no attention to Quirrell.

The latter gradually became panicked. He realized that his words might not have touched his master's heart. Fearing that he would be punished by the curse, Quirrell began to tremble all over.

Of course, Voldemort would not punish a parasite that was currently indispensable to him for such a trivial matter. He just glanced at the man in purple clothes with a half-smile, and then sneered strangely.

The next second, only one of the seven silver cups was left.

The fine powder fell from the air, and Voldemort's slightly bent fingers stopped moving without any warning.

Putting it on the table would be like winning people's hearts - this is how he understood his behavior of having a silver cup left.

Quirrell didn't know why his master did this, but he had learned his lesson and would certainly not speak without consideration again.

In fact, Voldemort himself didn't quite understand what he was doing, and of course, he wouldn't go into it in detail.

A professor received a gift from a student at Christmas. Is there a problem?

No.

He kept looking at the exquisite silver cup, as if he had thought of something.

There are not many people who can please the Dark Lord. Lucius, who is eloquent and rich, is one of them. Now, Alicia has also gained a reputation with him.

Voldemort laughed hoarsely, "Lucius gave birth to a good daughter."