HP Systematic Seaver

At such a young age, he came out to earn money by himself, made so many snacks, and they were so delicious. It takes a smart and capable little guy to endure such a job. Dumbledore saw the busy little Sev with his little hands dipped The water turned red from freezing, but still scrubbed the dishes unconsciously.

Dumbledore blushed a little, and it seemed inappropriate to just sit on the stool and eat the cake.

The strange old man looked at the little boy, what should he do.

Suddenly, he felt someone pulling his robe.

Turning his head to look, it was a child, about three years old, looking up at him.The child asked, "Grandpa, are you Santa Claus?"

Dumbledore was at a loss. Santa Claus, he knew the term. According to Muggle research, it seems to be a famous figure in Muggle Christmas, but who will tell him why some people say he looks like Santa Claus.

Dumbledore touched his nose. He was wearing a bright red robe and boots today, and he actually looked a bit like Santa Claus.

Sev turned his head, looked at Dumbledore, and then said seriously: "He's not Santa Claus, he just looks like Santa Claus, his robe has a belt and has fringe, and he's just a mustache. "

Dumbledore stroked his beard, hehe.The kid turned out to be very serious.

Sev continued to cook the syrup.

At this time, in the consciousness space, the system suddenly remembered, and he shouted: "Oh, why didn't I figure it out, that's all."

The system explained to the little master.

Dumbledore was eating cake when he suddenly noticed that the little boy turned his head, stared at him with black eyes, and said in a very businesslike tone, "Do you want to sit with the resident Santa Claus?"

Dumbledore was puzzled.

Little Seaver explained that this is a recent custom. Many stores will hire people to play Santa Claus, sit in their stores, and talk with the children, so as to increase customers.

Dumbledore understood, and he said, "You want me to play Santa Claus and listen to the children's Christmas wishes."

But Dumbledore is a good person in essence, so he said: "But I can't give them gifts, so they can't be honored."

"When a child says a wish, their parents will grant it. You just tell them to be a good child, because Santa Claus has a list of good children, and gifts are only given to good children," Sif said.

Dumbledore understood, and then he was happy for a while. He is a professor, and it is his lifelong ambition to educate children well.Dumbledore cheered up: "Okay, what should we do."

Little Sif said, "It's about pay."

Dumbledore said immediately: "How can you ask for a reward, boy, as long as you let me eat the cake you make every time."

Little Sif looked at Dumbledore, then said, "Let's begin."

A few minutes later, Dumbledore was standing in the market. He was wearing a red Santa hat, his long white beard was fluffed up, and he was wearing a red robe with a belt around his waist.Little Sif looked at him, almost imagining it.

Especially this beard, everything else is pasted on. He can definitely beat the other resident Santas in London.

The next thing is to imitate, Santa Claus has an exclusive voice, which is his laughter.

Three "ho, ho, ho." is the exclusive laughter of Santa Claus.

Very hearty and loud, when the reindeer pulls the sled and gallops in the sky, it can also blow the laughter that blows all the way to the world with the wind.

Little Sif looked critically at the strange old man, he was too thin, his chest was not wide enough, and his voice was not thick.

Dumbledore is also in a dilemma. He is a researcher and an educator. He maintains a dignified and upright image at all times and lives in an old castle, so in fact he looks eclectic, but it makes him think of young people. It's impossible to make trouble like them, he is essentially a reserved and restrained high-end figure.

Dumbledore said, "Ho, ho, ho." Dry and low.

Little Sif shook his head.

Dumbledore said again: "Ho, ho, ho." Too high-pitched, not enough emotion.

Little Sif shook his head.

Dumbledore was a little embarrassed, this little guy turned out to be such a serious person, it made people break out in a cold sweat.

Little Sif gave him advice in a flat tone: "Open your mouth wide, full of emotion, and spit out the stale air in your chest."

Of course, this is what the system said.

Dumbledore took a deep breath, saw Madeleine in his eyes, and thought for a moment of the fleeting time that he had never looked back, a puff of air suddenly arose in his chest, and then he opened his mouth and vibrated his chest vigorously, and the air flowed out When it came out, it seemed to be vomited out together with the stale air of the past few decades, and it came out with a thick and high voice.

"Ho, ho, ho." The whole bazaar looked over.

After Dumbledore finished yelling, he also felt that those emotions were sent out, and his whole body was refreshed.He sat happily on a small bench, surrounded by colored lights and bells, he really looked like a Santa Claus.

The surrounding children gathered around.

The first child was carried on the old man's lap. Dumbledore was not used to this kind of contact. The old man hadn't had such close contact with people in decades. The old man's whole body was tense.

But the child reached out his little hand and quickly pulled his beard.Dumbledore groaned in pain.

The child apologized innocently: "I just want to make sure it's true, it turns out it's true, you are Santa Claus."

Dumbledore's heart softened when he saw the child's soft and chubby appearance, and he nodded with a smile.

The child expressed his wish, and Dumbledore smiled and said, "As long as you are a good boy, you will get it."

The child's mother stood by and heard that the wish would of course come true.

The child was very happy, and his soft voice assured: "I am a good boy."

Dumbledore looked at the child, feeling distracted.

Then there's the second child.The children ran around telling each other that there is a real Santa Claus here. If you don’t believe me, if you go and pull his beard, it is definitely a real beard.So the boys and girls around lined up in front of the small bench where Dumbledore was sitting, and one by one sat on Dumbledore's lap and said their wishes.

Dumbledore was also blushing with joy. He has been lonely for decades as an old man. People of this age don't like children, but the children of Hogwarts saw him nervously and wanted to run away. Come on, the poor old man hasn't been in contact with these cute children who like him for decades, let alone the children sitting on his lap and talking to him with love.

This is really a wonderful Christmas.

Little Sif looked at the strange old man and the long line in front of the strange old man.Probably all the children around came running over. When these children came, they naturally wanted to buy some of his snacks. Since the parents of the children came, they would also take away some meatballs, buns and so on made by the system. This market is now counting Business here is good.

Little Sif counted the money till he was soft.

The system is also happy.

Dumbledore also felt that everything was good, and he finally had a good Christmas after being alone for many years.Look at these lovely children, this is what he chose to pursue in education many years ago.

When it was late at night, the parents left with their reluctant children, and they bought out everything in Xiao Xifu's food stall. The little boy had been busy all night, leaning against the stove tiredly, listless Take the stirring spoon to stir the hot water in the pot.Dumbledore stood up, rubbed his legs that were numb from the child's pressure, and felt that the night was full and happy.

Little Sif held a food box containing pastries for Dumbledore.Dumbledore saw one of them, about the size of a small cup, yellow and smelling like eggs, he hadn't seen this before.

The little boy said: "This is an egg tart, custard is added to the egg tart shell and baked."

Dumbledore picked up a small one and tasted it, picked up the caramel skin, and inside was a soft and warm tart heart, exuding a rich custard fragrance, and scooped out the soft, smooth and refreshing taste with a spoon. The egg tart is wrapped in a crispy egg tart crust, this dim sum is really good.

While giving him egg tarts, Little Sif said, "This is milk and eggs, to replenish energy."

Dumbledore was cured again, and the kid worried he was too tired.He took a bite of the hot egg tart and felt that he had never been in such a good mood.

He looks forward to tomorrow's arrival.

Dumbledore ate egg tarts, and wandered back to Hogwarts. On the way, he thought, maybe he entered the wrong profession, and he shouldn't choose Hogwarts career. Back then, he felt that he dedicated his life to children. , In fact, he made a mistake, the school is the happiest place for children, how could he expect to see happy children there, not to mention he is the principal, the children will be even more unhappy with him.

Dumbledore thought, he should have opened a cake shop back then, all the children would be happy there, and every child would like him, and then he could sit in the cake shop with a smile every day, watching the children play, Occasionally guide the children's lives, he will become a cute candy grandpa that everyone likes, not the great wizard and headmaster of Hogwarts that children are afraid to play and fight with now A serious, lofty and unpopular image, that is the life he hopes for.

Dumbledore took out an egg tart, bit off half of it in one bite, and went back to school with a happy face.

☆, blame the old man for buying wine

On the day before Christmas, people came and went in the market, especially around Little Sif's snack cart where Grandpa Dumbledore was in town, it was crowded with people who came here admiringly.

After word of mouth from the children a few days ago, almost all the children in London came here.

I heard that there is a Santa Claus here. I heard that this Santa Claus is true. If you don’t believe me, go and pull his white beard, it’s definitely not posted.This Santa Claus will let every child sit on his lap, he will never be annoying, and he will happily say that as long as they are good children, they can get gifts, and he will play with them, so that the children will not forget The most amazing thing is that Santa Claus is sitting on the most amazing dim sum shop. The dim sum sold there are all delicious but not seen before. The puffs, the egg tarts, and the tiramisu are very novel and delicious, even The parents of the children also ate and wanted to come.

On this day, the children and their parents surrounded Xiao Xifu's snack cart early on, and batch after batch of desserts were sold out. Fortunately, there were still stocks in the space, and even Mala Tang sold out a lot.Although the British don't eat spicy food very much, chili is a wonderful thing. Some people may never eat spicy food, but some people may become addicted to it and want to eat it every day. Customers, buy and eat every day.

Little Sif looked worriedly at his full money box, and the system immediately applied for a space money bag with unlimited space expansion capacity for support.

Time passed in a busy way, and when the children dispersed at night, Dumbledore took a breath, stroked his ripped white beard, rubbed his arms and legs, and said, "Tomorrow is Christmas Eve Well, tomorrow I have something else to do, so I won't come."

Little Sif nodded: "Please go ahead, I won't come tomorrow either."

Yes, Dumbledore thought, if the family were together on Christmas Eve.But what about him, Christmas Eve, his meeting with Tom Riddle.

It really annoys me more and more.

At this time Dumbledore smelled a scent, then he turned his head and saw a small cake in the little boy's hand.

The cake is round, covered with a layer of dark chocolate, white cream on top of the chocolate, and a lot of pickled cherries dotted in the center of the cream.Exudes a strange sweet and sour taste.

Dumbledore took the spoon and tasted it.It wasn't like the sweet and greasy taste he was used to, but it had a strange feeling of invigorating spirits, but this taste was inexplicably familiar. He took another bite and confirmed that it must be a kind of food that he didn't eat. I don’t know how the familiar feeling is, but this should not be a British cake, because the British like sweet ones.

Little Sif revealed the answer: "This is the Black Forest Cake."

"what."

Little Sif said: "This cake is a famous product in the Hessen region of Germany, so it is called Black Forest Cake."

Dumbledore's thoughts drifted to the distance, the Black Forest, the hometown of German fairy tales, and also the hometown of ancient magic in Germany, how many times he told that person back then.Dumbledore's memories drifted back to the time when he was with that person many years ago. Is this why the smell is familiar.

Dumbledore tasted it, the slightly bitter taste, so familiar.

Little Sif continued to explain: "The essence of the Black Forest cake is actually not sugar, but wine, that is, the wine that permeates the cake, cream, and maraschino cherries, the special kirsch from the Black Forest. Only pure kirsch can be made It smells like Black Forest cake."

Dumbledore has already fallen into the memory at this moment, the blond boy many years ago, with a sunny smile, brilliant talent, and the unique rigor of the Germans, those memories were suppressed by him for many years, and suddenly awakened , Looking back now, there is also a very slight sourness.

Little Sif looked at Dumbledore, and blamed the old man for having a problem. It seemed that eating a certain cake would reveal his current state of sleepwalking. He didn't know what was going on.So little Sever neatly packed the Black Forest, the mid-year reward he made for the resident Santa Claus, and stuffed it into his hand, then watched him walk away with dreamlike steps.

Little Sif watched the strange old man disappear, and then asked the system: "What's going on with him."

The system said: "Little master, don't pay attention to him, he is just a widowed old man with empty nest syndrome who suffers from year-end depression at the end of the year."

Little Sif seemed to understand but half understood.He asked the system, tomorrow night is Christmas Eve, what should they do.

Thinking of this, the system is worried, Christmas Eve, but the little master's house doesn't feel a bit festive.

Tobias was still tied to the corner of her room. Irene sat on the bed in a daze all day long. The whole house was cut off from water and electricity.

The Huaer sisters were scared away once they came here.

The system made up its mind and advised the little master to come out for a walk. There are probably a lot of activities outside.

At this time, they had left the Christmas market far away. On the night before Christmas Eve, the streets were bustling with people, and the lights in front of the theater were shining brightly. In the middle of the night, the theater had just ended, and beautifully dressed men and women were coming out. In the theatre, men's watch chains and women's jewels could be seen glowing in the dim light of the sky.

Little Sif hid behind the streetlights to prevent being squeezed by people. The little boy shrank his frozen little hands and wrapped his old coat tightly, watching the well-dressed people who came out of the theater and got into their cars. Gradually disappear.

He looked at the luxury car going away, raised his collar, planned to run to warm up, and then went home to sleep.

Suddenly a hand stretched out from the side, as if to pat him on the shoulder.

Little Sif was startled, turned around sharply, made a defensive gesture, and drew a circle with his long hair.

However, there was only a boy standing next to him. At first glance, little Sev looked quite similar to him. Both children were thin and small, in ragged clothes, their hands and face were red from the cold, and their hair was disheveled. wearing a hat.

Little Sif stared at him.

The child felt a little uncomfortable, rubbed his tattered boots against each other, and said, "I saw you hiding here looking at the theater. Do you want to join the Christmas singing group?"

Little Sif didn't understand and continued to stare.

The child became even more nervous. He said, "I want to say, don't go to the theater to try your luck. They won't want poor boys like us. We formed a singing group ourselves, and we can still make money."

Little Sif looked at him sharply: "Explain."

The child began to explain that there was a custom in London during the Christmas season. Many wandering bands would wander around London at midnight on Christmas Eve singing and playing Christmas tunes, and those residents would throw silver coins from the windows to thank them.These poor children with good voices hope to earn some money every Christmas and form a Christmas singing team.

Little Sif continued to look at the boy without speaking.

But the system became excited, and he yelled repeatedly: "Little master, promise, promise, promise."

The little master has never had friends of the same age, so he finally found a chance to meet friends.

Sif doesn't talk, he can't sing.

But the boy said: "Your voice is very pleasant to hear. You can definitely sing. Besides, we all sing together, as long as your voice is bright."

Under the persecution of the system, Sif nodded cautiously.The boy made an appointment with him to meet in front of the theater on Christmas Eve.

Little Sif continued to walk back to his home. On the way, the system had excitedly downloaded a lot of Christmas songs for little Sif to learn. The little master’s voice was very nice, although not high enough, but the sound quality was good, pure and elegant, full of magnetism, and sang mediocre You can never go wrong with Christmas carols.The system is pretty confident about it.

At this time, in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts, Dumbledore was sitting at the table, looking at the Black Forest cake in front of him.He dug a spoonful of cream and put it into his mouth. The sweet cream melted with a slightly bitter and sour aftertaste, which seemed to make him drunk.

Dumbledore opened the cabinet, took out a small sealed bag, and took out a photo. Since Gellert entered Nurmengard, he had sealed all traces of Gellert, but at this sad time, everything After being opened, Dumbledore took out a few bottles of kirsch that he had just passed by Hogsmeade, filled the glass, and stroked a photo.The two young men above are smiling at the camera.

Some things were irreversible, Dumbledore drank kirsch, the orange wine soaked his white beard.

Finally, the wine glass was overturned, and the old man fell asleep lying on the table, still holding the photo in his hand.

In a trance, Dumbledore seemed to have a dream. If they had been more rational back then, if they hadn't disagreed with each other and pulled out their wands, would my sister still be alive?As if time went back in time, they didn't pull out their wands, and then he followed Gellert to Germany, they got married, Gellert wants to reform the nobles, so let's change it, as long as he doesn't join forces with Muggle war madness to destroy The world is fine. In the dream, Gellert drove away Hitler's emissary and alienated the research of black magic. They grew older and had a lot of children and grandchildren. Finally, he opened a cake shop, and the children stayed in his sweet cake shop all day long. Gellert and the kids came to help make cakes, and he sat in the shop and everyone loved him, and everyone knew him as the popular Grandpa Candy.

Dumbledore smiled in his dream.

He slept until the next morning, and then got up from the table with a hangover headache. The wine was spilled, and the whole room smelled of alcohol. Dumbledore looked around blankly, and suddenly felt very empty .

Knowing that he saw the calendar, no, Tom Riddle is coming tonight, he seems to be ready.

☆、Christmas Musician

On Christmas Eve, it snowed, and before dusk, the snow stopped, and a brilliant galaxy appeared in the sky, as if it had been washed by snow. Under the sky, the hustle and bustle of London city spread to the sky, and countless The lights on the Christmas tree are intertwined into a large piece of light, which is projected far into the sky, and there is joy between the heaven and the earth.

When it was dark, little Sif tightened his coat, went outside the Grand Theater, and stood under the streetlight that he met with that child yesterday.

It was still very early, and little Sif was walking around to keep warm, stepping on the snow with his boots, while consciously listening to the system playing Christmas songs non-stop.

Little Sif said in disbelief: "I actually joined a Christmas singing group, I don't have time to run now."

The system said: "Little master, you have a good voice, it doesn't matter, just treat it as Christmas entertainment."

Little Sif raised his foot, intending to go.

At this time, the boy rushed out from which street corner, and when he saw him, he shouted happily: "Great, you're here, hurry up and gather with me." The boy had a very cheerful face, and said loudly Then he pulled little Sif to follow him.

Little Sif shrugged off the boy and followed him to a small parking space.

A group of boys gathered there, one of the oldest was holding a violin, and some of the youngest were holding tambourines and bells. If there is any common feature, most of these children are shabby and thin, His hands and face were flushed, and at this moment the boy who had been trying to hold Sev shouted: "Everyone, this is our new member."

He turned his head: "By the way, what's your name, I always forgot to ask."

The boy showed a hearty smile: "Hello, I'm Little Creevey, my father is a milkman, and I will be a milkman in the future."

Sif nodded, and then said concisely, "My name is Sif."

Little Creevey showed a big smile again, then pointed to the boys and introduced: "Look at the tallest one, he holds a violin, he is a wandering musician, the rest of the children live around here, his father is a The porter’s family is picking up garbage, his father is delivering newspapers, his mother is a cleaner, this one is the best, his father used to be a clerk, and then the company went bankrupt.”

The clerk's son, the most well-dressed of the children, greeted Seaver politely.

Sev looked at him, and felt that everyone was almost miserable.

Now that a group of boys have come together, they set out to make money.

Little Creevey was the liveliest, and he took everyone to a small square first.

There is a fountain in the center of the square, and the statue in the center of the pool is constantly spraying cold water.Little Creevey walked over, took a big gulp of the sprayed water, shivered from the cold, and then called out: "Everyone, moisten your mouth first, your voice will be hoarse at the end of singing tonight." The boy They went to drink water one after another, and little Sif stood at the end.

Little Creevey was shaking from the cold water, but he turned his head and saw Sif standing behind, so he ran over: "You don't know how bad it is, if you don't drink some water now, you may not be able to speak until tomorrow morning gone."

Sev shook his head, and Creevey Jr. grabbed his sleeve and tried to pull him to drink water.

At this time, the boy whose father was a staff member came over, raised a thermos in his hand, and said, "I can bring water. Give it to him then."

Little Creevey looked at the boy, and then said to Seaver, "He used to have his own house when the family was good." He nodded and continued to drink water, leaving behind the boy whose father used to be a staff member , He looked at Sif and said, "I can see that your family must have been good before. You look like a child of a good family."

Sif nodded slowly, each other, and now they are not all confused like this.

The boys drank water, stood up and wiped their mouths, and then got up and left.

Little Creevey seemed to be very familiar with the neighborhood, and he led the boys into a small residential area quickly. It was already late at this time, and they could only see the light from the windows of the houses on both sides of the road, According to the snow-covered road.

When they came to the first house, Creevey Jr. led the boys to line up in two rows and quietly occupied the position. Sever silently watched the lively boy jumping up and down according to the speed of each team. Quickly but not too loudly.Little Creevey then lowered his voice and asked: "The first song we sing Jingle Bells, everyone will"

The boys agreed in a low voice, and then Creevey Jr. jumped back into the formation and stood right next to Sev. He turned his head and asked, "You will too." Sev ignored him.

Little Creevey didn't care either. He continued to whisper to the children behind him: "Come on, put your hands together, and get ready."

It was the wandering violinist standing behind who raised his bow and marked the beginning, and the boys clasped their hands together and began to sing.

The violin immediately played a brisk prelude, and then the group of boys sang loudly, the clear and clear children's voices suddenly came out, accompanied by the sound of bells and tambourines from the younger children, echoing on the snow-covered streets, accompanied by The surrounding Christmas trees with twinkling lights also sound quite atmospheric.

Sif put his hands together like the other boys and sang along, and soon he realized that he was worrying for nothing that he couldn't sing well. A group of people sang so loudly that he couldn't even hear his own voice.This instantly made him feel better.

After the boys sang, only a few little ones kept ringing their tambourines. They all focused on the front door of the house.

At last, as they expected, the front door opened, and a woman in a heavy overcoat came out, holding three silver coins in her hand. Little Creevey led the way, and the boys cheered, and then the youngest with a tambourine was killed. Pushing it out, she walked shyly in front of the woman, who slowly put three silver coins into the tambourine.The little boy bowed his head and said, "Merry Christmas, ma'am.

Little Creevey rubbed his hands excitedly. The first sum of money came in his hand. He pocketed the money. The boys had agreed in advance that they would divide it when it was over, and they walked to the next house.

Soon after they walked out of the community, little Sif walked at the end, and the system proudly said in his consciousness: "Little master, Christmas is about participating in activities. What do you think of singing." Little Sif was expressionless: "It's not that much "The system continued: "Then who is worried that he can't sing today." Little Sif said: "That boy is right, he can't even hear his own voice when singing in chorus."

At this time, they walked into another community and stood at the door of a family.

The system was planning to persuade his little master to be keen on expressing himself, but saw that little Creevey suddenly became nervous. He picked out a little boy from the crowd, pointed to the distance, and then the little boy began to look around.Little Sif also noticed, and he looked at little Creevey suspiciously.Little Creevey stroked his hair: "Sev, you don't know, there is a stray Scottish band in this area who bullies us kids, I have already asked someone to watch, if you see those Scottish bands appearing in the corner Big man, we are going to run, remember to run fast."

Little Sif nodded silently.He glared at the system.Singing also takes the road.The system lowered its head, little master, I didn't expect that either.We are on the alert.

They continued singing, first Jingle Bells, then the 12 Days of Christmas, and Dudolph the Reindeer, and finally everyone sang Merry Christmas to you.But just as Sever was singing Merry Christmas in earnest, a child screamed, here they come.A few checkered short skirts flashed across the far corner, and several big men came out from there, thinking aggressively that the boy would come over.

Little Creevey roared, and the boys immediately ran out of the community.The big men held bagpipes and stood at the door they left, just in time to receive the silver coins.

The boys ran very fast. I have to say that boys from poor families run fast. Little Sif quickly fell behind. He could only see countless legs shaking in front of him, and the tattered coats were blowing up with the wind. , he quickly fell behind.

Creevey, who was at the front, turned his head and saw Sif who was at the back. He slowed down and said out of breath, "Hurry up."

Sev turned to give him the same glare, then turned sideways and disappeared into the shadows of a store.

Little Creevey was stunned for three seconds, and suddenly thought of the child running ahead and yelled: "Don't run around, come and hide." The boys stopped in doubt, and then hid together in the shadow of the shop's roof Down.They watched the big man in the checkered skirt walk at the intersection, looked over here, and then went back.

They breathed a sigh of relief.

Little Creevey grinned with a relaxed smile, then tried to pat Sever on the shoulder, and boasted in his mouth: "Dude, the reaction is really clever, I almost lost my breath just now."

Little Sif avoided his hand and said, "Where shall we go next?"

Embarrassed, Little Creevey put money on his waist and said: "The next step is to go far, sorry, there are several communities in this area, but I didn't grab it, it was taken by another singing group, we are going to far away."

Little Sif nodded, stood up and planned to leave, but Little Crivey held him back: "Dude, don't go, by the way, I was standing by your side to listen to your singing just now." Little Sif turned his head, he had a problem with singing .

Little Creeves flinched a few times, and then said: "You know that at our age, our voices are very high, and we don't have that good voice. We have been afraid to sing some songs. I heard your voice just now, it seems to be lower than ours. Some, and good-sounding ones, like kids in a church choir, I think we can sing some hymns later."

Sev looked at Creevey a few times, and then he still said concisely: "I don't know how to sing any hymns."

Little Creevey smiled: "It's easy to handle. My family goes to church every week. I can sing all hymns. I'll teach you later."

So on their way to the next distant community, Creevey Jr. began teaching Seaver a famous Christmas carol.

Little Creevey thought about it, and then decided: "We study this one, Joy to the World. Joy to the World."

Sev nodded. He hadn't heard a single hymn.The name Happy World also sounds pleasing to the ear.

Little Creevey began to sing.

☆、Joy comes to the world

It's a hymn.

Little Creevey began to sing.

Joy to the World Joy to the World

The Lord has come

LetearthreceiveherKing The world ushered in a king

Little Creevey's voice is so high that it is unique to this age group, which destroys the softness of the song.

Little Sif listened carefully. He roughly understood the tune of the piece after listening to it once, so he began to sing. His voice was slightly lower than other children's, but it was soft and elegant, full of magnetism that children could hardly achieve. , accompanied by a hymn, floating on the snow-covered square, seems to have an unusual purity and elegance.

Little Sif sang earnestly, with a melodious voice.

Joy to the World Joy to the World

The Lord has come

LetearthreceiveherKing The world ushered in a king

LeteveryheartprepareHimroom

And heaven and naturesing

The song floated far away, out of the snow-covered square, the bright lights of London, and on the white clouds accompanied by the moonlight, spreading farther and farther.

Joy to the World Joy to the World

The Lord has come

In the far north, the snow is still falling, and no one has stepped on the thick snow on the ground. It is deep enough to wipe the ankles, and it makes a creaking sound when you step on it.In the endless snow, the lights are almost dim, walking alone.

Voldemort was trudging hard in the snow, he looked up at the huge shadow of Hogwarts Castle in the distance, he had Apparated to the main road of Hogsmeade, and then walked.The sky in the north was extremely dark, and there was no one on the road in the middle of the night. He walked to Hogwarts alone in the deep snow, only the sound of new snow being trampled along with him.

Voldemort raised his head and looked at the two doors of Hogwarts carved with wild boars in front of him. After 20 years, he finally came to Hogwarts again.

Voldemort walked through the door and came to Hogwarts