HP Dawn Night

Bethany took a deep resentment against me for being too busy before Christmas.

When it delivered the last gift and returned from Zabini's house, it squatted on the high bookcase all day, buried its head under its wings and pretended not to hear my call.

"Please, Bethany, I didn't mean to." I tried to lure it down with the new owl treats, but the haughty lady was unimpressed.

"I wanted to borrow my mother's owl, but it's even more busy - it left three days ago with a gift to France, and it just came back!" I tried to explain the horror of the poor owl's return, Merlin ah!Its beautiful feathers are almost blown to pieces by the sea breeze!It burst in at dinner, dove headfirst into a pot of creamy pumpkin soup, and passed out unconscious.

"Poor little thing..." Mother told the house-elf to take good care of him, and then she sat down and said to me, "I really regret letting him take all the presents in one trip - they are heavier than last year's."

I hope to use this as an example to show Bethany that she doesn't really have a lot of work to do.

"Look, at least I'm not cruel enough to send you flying across the English Channel, am I?"

It turned around angrily, completely preventing me from seeing its head.

"Forget it, I'm going to bed." I put a small bag of sweet grains on the table and grimaced at it. "Merry Christmas, Bethany."

It grunted reluctantly.But I'm sure it peeked at the bag of grains from under its wings.

While Slytherins are well-mannered, that doesn't mean everyone is exchanging Christmas presents.I sent chic cards to a few important people, but only sent gifts to a handful of people.

What I gave to my mother was a self-made dynamic crystal ball with the snow scene of Watson Manor inside.Pansy helped me with this model, I actually wanted to make it look like my mom and I were having a snowball fight, but after reading a few books we had to admit that required a level of magic that we don't have right now.

— “Aunt Margaret will love this,” Pansy said confidently as she watched me add the snowflake effect to it.

What to give my father gave me a headache for a long time.What was finally decided was a potion secret recipe unique to the Watson family found at home.I don't know what my father needs - probably not new robes and beauty potions, maybe brewing potions at the cauldron is one of his few pleasures.

—"Merlin here! I see that's one of the biggest similarities between him and my mother." I said to Pansy when my father gave Potter a T in the last Potions class before the holidays.

For Draco was a dozen cupcakes I baked myself, each with a different flavour.Even though it's ugly, I think the taste is okay, and I hope he doesn't laugh at me.

——"I think Draco would prefer something flashy. But ingenious gifts are what he wants most." Blaise said with a smile.

Pansy's gift is a hairpin that I have chosen a long time ago that can change shapes and colors arbitrarily and emit fragrance.This thing is very rare, and it is said to be a limited edition. When I saw the renderings in the manual, I was sure that Pansy would love it.

— "I think Miss Parkinson likes fine things. You've picked the right one," Hermione remarked as I filled out the order form.

As for Blaise, I chose a box of candies after a long struggle. It was really a mediocre gift. The only thing that stood out was that each piece of chocolate had a different taste.Guessing what Blaise likes is so hard, it wasn't until I was deciding what gift to buy that I realized how little I knew about him.

——"Brace...Actually, I can't tell." Draco easily won a game of wizard chess, and then said to me helplessly.

And Hermione, she is the only Gryffindor, and given her usual madness about reading and studying, I decisively gave her a brooch that screams to remind you that there is something you haven't done yet.

— "It's so fitting. But why do you give gifts to Gryffindor?" the three of them asked me in unison.

In the last second before falling asleep, I only look forward to the dishes I like tomorrow night, and the gifts piled up at the foot of the bed early in the morning.

When I woke up the next morning, I saw the gifts stacked at the foot of the bed by the morning light, and there was a stack of letters beside the gift box.

I put on my dressing gown and groped my way to the foot of the bed, then picked up the top box and started unwrapping my Christmas presents.

Draco gave me a copy of "The Complete Book of Quidditch Tactics" with a note: "Your cake looks terrible--but it tastes good. PS. This gift is to wish you into the school team "The nasty and lovable little bastard!

Hermione sent me a big box of sugar-free treats I've never had before, but they tasted pretty sweet.My mother gave me an exquisite inkwell with my name engraved on the body and a cap carved into a blooming violet.

Pansy gave me a miniature camera, and Bracey just happened to give me a magic photo album.Why can the gifts of the two of them always be matched as a set?

I couldn't figure it out, but what really surprised and delighted me was my father's gift.He sent me a sorted notebook, which didn't contain the potion secret recipe I guessed, but various interesting spells.I thought about the image of my father's billowing black robe, and it was hard to imagine that he invented all these interesting spells.

And a short note: "Merry Christmas. Also a belated birthday present."

I looked at the notebook again, it was very new, and the words on it seemed to be written not long ago.

So, are these the notes my father rearranged for me?

It appears that conversation did lead to some qualitative changes.I was both grateful and a little moved, and decided to study the spells on it carefully after returning to school.

The rest of the letters are nothing to look at, basically the same template.It's funny that Millicent Burst sent me a card too, but I didn't see Daphne Greengrass.

Although my relationship with Pansy and Daphne Greengrass is still as cold as ice.But I don't intend to continue pinching Greenglass.

Don't be funny, I don't want to be the laughing stock of others.