[HP+ Fantastic Beasts] Fallen

"Get up, Abu!" Warren pushed Abu who was wrapped in the quilt, "Your gift will overwhelm me!"

Abu opened his eyes in a daze, stared at the ceiling for a long time before waking up from a deep sleep, realizing that it was already the morning of Christmas Eve.

The Hogwarts Express must have been waiting at the school gate for the students going home for the Christmas holidays.

Maybe it's because I recently changed to a new aroma diffuser, so most nights I have no dreams and a good sleep.

Stretching slowly, Abu sank into the warm and soft quilt, somewhat unwilling to get up.

Warren didn't speak, just stared at him.

Abu: "...Okay, don't stare at me, I'll get up and pack the presents."

After washing, Abu began to organize his presents.

He always had a lot of presents, and as usual, he shared half of them and asked Warren to help organize them, "Don't give me candy and the like, my troll roommate, just let them rest in your stomach."

He still resented leaving the warm bedding, so his mouth was unconsciously poisonous.

"Stop taunting me, just clean it up," Warren rolled his eyes and threw a small box of presents at him. "I'm still waiting to go to the Christmas tree to greet my New Year's good fortune."

Abu caught the gift box, and the signature on it caught his attention——Tom Riddle.

"You can always pick out Riddle's gifts so accurately..."

Hearing this, Warren leaned over curiously, "Oh? This is Riddle's gift? Open it up and have a look. I remember last year he gave you... what kind of euphoria? Could it be the one you put on the Christmas tree? That bottle?"

"Congratulations, you guessed it right."

"You are so ruthless," Warren patted Abu on the shoulder. "It's a bit unlucky that Riddle likes you. If you change someone else, you can't resist his pretty face and his hypocritical demeanor."

After unpacking the delicate package, there was a small drip-shaped medicine bottle inside, and inside the medicine bottle was a sun-like golden potion.

"Another euphoria?" Warren shrugged disappointedly. "It's so boring."

"No..." Abu murmured out the small label on the bottle, "'FelixFelicis'."

"Felix Elixir?" Warren was stunned. "Is it the real Felicia Elixir?"

Abu opened the lid and sniffed it, and observed the color of the potion against the light, "I think, yes, it's still pretty good."

"Felix Elixir is not cheap..." Warren picked up the greeting card that fell on the floor, glanced at it, and handed it to Abu, "Oh, this is really a great gift, take a look."

[Dear Malfoy senior:

Merry Christmas, this is my well-crafted Felicity Potion, I hope you will like it.

Tom Riddle]

Abu: "..."

"In my impression, Felix Felicia seems to be a difficult potion to brew?" Warren scratched his hair. "It's not a lesson that can be learned at Hogwarts, right?"

"Yes, at the very least, if I brew the Felicity Elixir, the chance of success is only [-]%," Abu felt that the bottle of Felicity Elixir was a bit hot, "Riddle's talent is really terrifying..."

"The way of chasing people is also terrible," Warren patted Abu on the shoulder, "Expensive gifts can't make a Malfoy feel special, but such a potion that takes a lot of time and energy to make... can indeed leave you It's a deep impression."

Abu sighed, and put the Felicity Elixir into the drawer, "I'm hungry, let's have breakfast first."

It was still early when they arrived at the cafeteria, and only a dozen or so students were eating breakfast here and there.

The pumpkin pie was freshly baked, with a hot and sweet aroma, and the skin was extra crispy, but Warren was obviously not in the mood to enjoy breakfast. After stuffing a few whole stomachs, he eagerly wanted to pick up the presents on the Christmas tree .

"Great Merlin! Please bless me!" Warren closed his eyes and reached out to pick up the gift.

Abu saw that the gift he was about to reach was very familiar, and just about to stop him, he saw that Warren had already held the gift in his hand.

Warren found nothing unusual, excitedly opened the box, and there was a shrunken booklet lying inside, titled "History of Magic Exercise Book".

Warren: "Ahhhhhh! Merlin's stinky socks!"

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The journey home began in Warren's resentment.

Anita, who was sitting in the prefect's box, couldn't straighten up laughing after hearing Abu's explanation, "Warren, it seems that you will be busy with homework again in the second half of the school year."

Frustrated, Warren lay down on Anita's lap and put his arm around Anita's waist. "Let me think about life quietly for a while."

There was an unfinished smile on the corner of Anita's mouth, and she lowered her head to stroke Warren's dark brown curly hair, and her long eyelashes couldn't stop the tenderness overflowing.

Abu sighed: "I'd better go to the car to patrol around and then come back."

"Remember to bring me some cauldron cakes, I want chocolate flavor." Warren did not forget to add.

Abu walked out of the box and let out a breath.

The greasy atmosphere between the couple before parting made him feel like the brightest oil lamp in the darkest—no, it should be a lighthouse.

This kind of atmosphere did not appear between him and Anita in the previous life. They will always be a model noble couple who respect each other as guests.

Perhaps this is the happiness that Anita deserves, instead of being bound in a marriage, polishing the edges and corners, and turning into the Mrs. Malfoy that everyone praises.

With Anita, who is as careful as a hair, Warren's magic riot at the age of 20 should have been discovered early.

Abu was really happy for them, but at the same time he was at a loss.

Would his Lucius have come without Anita?Which noble lady will my wife be in the future?

Abu patrolled the carriage aimlessly, separated two struggling first graders on the way, and bought some snacks when passing by the dining car.

Guessing that Anita and Warren should be almost finished, Abu returned to Slytherin's prefect's box with snacks.

There was a knock on the door, and Warren, flushed like a tomato, came and opened it.

Glancing at Anita's stained lipstick, Abu raised an eyebrow at Warren knowingly.

Warren blushed even more, like a red balloon about to burst.

Stuffing all the snacks into Warren's arms, Abu rolled his eyes, "I beg you, can you not be so innocent."

Anita took out a small mirror to touch up her makeup, and giggled when she heard this, "Abu, don't tease him. It's not a day or two since Warren has been so innocent in this regard. If he is like Stuart and the others Like a playboy, then I can't stand it."

Warren blushed and stuffed snacks into his mouth, while defending, "A person like me is worth entrusting for life!"

Abu picked up a piece of cake and stuffed it into his mouth, "Eat yours!"

Afraid that Warren would choke, Anita poured a glass of water and put it beside him, then turned to Abu and asked, "Abu, where are you going to go this Christmas holiday? Or are you going to handle family affairs with your father?"

"Father wrote in his last letter that we would go to Germany this holiday, and the specific reason was not mentioned in the letter." Opening a pack of Bibi multi-flavored beans, Abu picked out a light green one and took a bite—mint flavor "What about you?"

"We were planning to go to France for a while," Anita frowned, "but I heard that the Muggle war is getting more and more intense now, and even some terrible weapons have appeared... so the family asked me to stay at home obediently. You If you go to Germany with your father, you must be careful along the way."

"Okay. In this case, you should stay at home. The magic world in other European countries is also very chaotic..."

In comparison, the British wizarding world that Grindelwald still does not intervene is like a utopia in a troubled world.

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