[Deha] World Starlight

, Open your arms and embrace the sun.

The only disadvantage of the Slytherin cellar compared to the Gryffindor tower is that it never sees the sun, and even the sun in midsummer cannot penetrate the lake where they are located.But thanks to Merlin, sometimes there will still be sparkling lights outside the window. At that time, there must be something shining past their window.

All that was left was to thank magic and the house-elves who kept coals burning in the fireplace, or Harry couldn't have imagined how dank and cold it would be in the cellar.

This morning, he woke up early because of a strange insomnia, and the cold water in the shower didn't make him more awake.Because there was always a clear dream in his mind-about collapsing, fragmented stones and death.

But now Harry felt much better, probably because of the open view and the completely different Hogwarts Castle from his dream.

When Harry stepped on the snow and came to Hagrid's hut with difficulty, Hagrid happened to come out of the house, Fang stuck to his feet like a piece of gum.

"Hey, Harry, happy holidays!" Hagrid said, shaking his boat-like boots, trying to get his teeth down. "Come on, come in and warm up first, and have a cup of hot tea."

"What are we going to do later?" Harry drank a cup of hot black tea, and immediately felt his whole body warm.

Seeing that his glass was empty, Hagrid picked up the teapot and poured him another. "I'm going to the owl hut for a while to see if there are any owls that need to be looked after, and then bring them here. Then I will go for a walk in the forbidden forest, check the conditions of the wintering animals, and help them repair their nests."

I don't know if it was Harry's illusion, but when he was in the Forbidden Forest, he always felt colder than outside, so basically he would go back to the hut to warm up for a while if he couldn't stay outside for half a day.

In this way, three kinds of footprints, one big, one small and one plum blossom, were on the snowy ground in the Forbidden Forest, from the cold morning to the cold sunset.

When Harry was walking towards Hogwarts Castle with a large pile of small biscuits and big rock pies sent by Hagrid in his hands, the sky was already a bit dark, and the surroundings were a kind of confused dark blue-purple, only the castle and looking back Hagrid's hut was warmly lit.

Harry thought about the unicorn he saw in the Forbidden Forest today, thought about the events that would happen slowly but one after another, thought about him who could do nothing at all... thinking about it, he walked to the castle hall in front of the door.

As he stepped up the stairs, Harry slipped slightly on the frozen snow, lost his balance, and a small bag of almonds slipped from his arms.

Harry looked down at the pile of things in his arms, then at the bag of almonds at his feet, sighed helplessly, and carefully bent his legs to take the bag of almonds in a more difficult position. Picking it up... But the hardest part was when Harry squatted down and realized that even if he put all the things in his arms on his knees, he couldn't get a hand out...and probably dropped them all.

Oh, Hagrid... Harry lamented Hagrid's kindness in his heart, and wondered how to pick things up without any trouble.

It would be nice if someone could come out at this time.Harry thought, but he also knew how hard it was to come out alone when it was already holiday.However, maybe he is really a child favored by Merlin. The door really opened with a "squeak" when he wanted someone to come out to help, and the warm yellow light slowly expanded from the size of a little finger to illuminate the His whole being.

Harry was still staring at the small bag of nuts and thinking of a way, when he saw a fairly slender hand that was also warm yellow under the light came into his sight, holding the rope on the nut bag, It picks up.

Oh classmate, although you helped me, I still want to say what kind of dirty thing is that bag of nuts?Why, seeing the action of you holding it, I thought you took something that you didn't want to pick up but had to pick up?Thank you so much for pushing yourself, if the guy who had trouble with me hadn't gone home for the holidays, I would definitely introduce you!

There was a vicious smile on the corner of Harry's mouth, but it turned into a thankful smile the moment he raised his head: "Thank you...you..."

Harry's grin froze on his face, his eyes wide behind the lenses, gleaming in the lamplight.

He suddenly had an indescribable feeling in his heart, sour.

Draco's slender body was against the light, and his light blonde hair was softly attached to his forehead. The light softened his lines, making him look as soft as a freshly baked cake.

"Aren't you tired from squatting like this?" Harry heard Draco ask himself, he thought for a while, and stood up slowly with difficulty.There was a hand at his side until he stood up...just didn't know how to help him.

"Didn't you go home?" Harry looked at the awkward child in front of him, thought about his awkwardness recently, and suddenly smiled softly.That smile bloomed on his face like snowflakes in his hair.

Draco stood under the light, and the light golden color that was usually cold was also warm at the moment.Harry looked at him, suddenly noticing that his cheeks were flushed.

"Well, don't want to go back alone," Draco said, and then his cheeks turned redder suddenly, "and don't want you to stay here alone for Christmas."

Harry froze for a moment, an answer he hadn't thought of at all. "You..." He looked at Draco and suddenly felt that his throat was a little dry, "You haven't been waiting for me here all this time, I think your face is turning red..."

"Ah," Draco turned his head away unnaturally, "I thought it was getting dark and you should be back soon, so I came up and waited for a while, but I didn't expect you to come back as soon as I went in to keep warm. Come on, let me help you You take half of it." He seemed to be comfortable with Hagrid's bags now.

Harry watched Draco take more than half of the things out of his arms, opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

"Let's go, there are a lot of delicious food in the lounge." Draco took two steps forward, and when he realized that Harry hadn't followed, he turned around and smiled at him.

"Oh, good." Harry followed quickly.

It seems that everything has changed, just like the corridor illuminated by brighter torches along the way, or it’s just the atmosphere of getting along, or in fact, it’s just the atmosphere of getting along that wants to change back to the original state a little bit, and now it’s in a kind of The obscurity under the window paper.

Harry easily held what was half missing in his arms, and tried to keep his eyes on the Slytherin cellar as he walked towards the Slytherin cellar, but...Harry sneaked a glance at Draco out of the corner of his eye, watching him wrap his arms around the The linen sacks that Hagrid held for himself seemed as natural as if he hadn't been the one who picked up the little nut sack with eyes full of distaste.

really weird.Harry turned his gaze, thinking quietly in his heart.

But it was undeniable that he still had a feeling of jumping and joy in his heart, as if a pot of potion was "crackling" bubbling, and after bursting, a magical smell wafted out.

As Harry thought about it, the corners of his lips suddenly became wider and wider, until he showed two small canine teeth, and his eyes became bright, like a kitten that has stolen fish.He felt that he should show something, after all, this was the very suitable scene for reconciliation that he had been thinking about before.

"Harry..."

He heard Draco calling himself, and Harry, who was in a high mood, turned his head, the smile and the light in his eyes were still hanging on his baby-fat face. "Um?"

Draco's heart seemed to be stepped on by a kitten's cushion, and the kitten retracted its sharp claws and let out a soft cry.

Draco's head was full of strange ringing, and he heard his own firm voice between the ringing, it seemed that only after the words that had been difficult to speak were really said, could he feel the comfort he hadn't felt for a long time.

All the hard-to-speak and uneasy things came after this sentence, like the sun piercing through layers of dark clouds, and finally a ray of light shone on the earth.

"Let's make up."

He said.

"I have to apologize to you, Draco," Harry said almost simultaneously.

Both of them froze for a moment, then looked at each other and laughed at the same time... almost laughing off the things in their arms.

"My answer is yes." Harry added after thinking for a while, "Actually, I've always wanted to tell you, but..." But I'm a man and I've had a fight with an 11-year-old boy. Knowing how to say reconciliation... I'm really embarrassed too.

"But I still have to apologize to you... Many things are indeed my own will and I didn't think carefully." Harry looked at Draco's shining gray eyes and said seriously, "Although we both have problems, But I still think," he smiled embarrassingly, "I have a bigger problem."

"I'm so sorry, Draco." Harry, who had no hands to use, leaned forward and lightly bumped his head on Draco's shoulder, "I won't do it in the future."

Draco wanted to rub his sore nose...but he didn't have a hand either.

"Then you don't want to be angry because I speak ill of people like Weasley and Hagrid, and of course I will try my best to correct my attitude towards them." Draco's ears turned red, "I won't be angry because of you talking to people like Weasley and Hagrid." I'm angry, angry at being on bad terms with all of Slytherin and at improving relations with Gryffindors."

"Hmm..." Although what Draco said was true, adult Harry Potter, whose little thoughts had been completely exposed, still felt embarrassed. He wanted to scratch his head, but both hands were occupied.

He looked at Draco's unusually serious expression, and said from his throat: "Okay."

Draco looked at Harry's equally red ears, barely satisfied.

When walking down the last few stairs leading to the Slytherin cellar, Harry finally realized something, so he also asked frankly: "Draco, you will stay at school for Christmas, should you?" Not because of..."

"That's right," Draco didn't feel the need to hide this from Harry, "If I don't reconcile with you, I will feel very uncomfortable spending Christmas at home, so I thought about it, and I might as well spend Christmas here with you." Alright." Draco said the pass code, and the stone wall opened slowly, "After I thought about it, I wrote a letter to my mother, and she agreed."

"Oh, maybe Mama Cissy thinks it's better at school too?" said Harry dryly.

There were fewer people left in Slytherin than Harry had imagined, just one person in the whole common room, but Harry wasn't interested in the armchairs by the fire right now, even though it was warm there.

All he wanted now was a good night's sleep after a hot bath.

"Draco." Harry and Draco returned to the room together, and after putting everything on the table, Harry asked him, "I'm going to take a shower, together?"

"Oh well—" Draco thought for a while, and then said, "Forget it, you go first, I have something else to do."

"Well, see you later."

After Harry left, Draco ran to the bed and pulled open the curtain between the two beds.

This is what he means by "a little thing".

"Okay!" Draco, who pulled back the curtains, felt comfortable, whistled, took his clothes, and went to take a bath with Harry.

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What is yours is always yours, what others give others will take away

——Garfield's classic quotes (Internet)

I saw this sentence when I was writing this chapter to find some related plots in the Philosopher’s Stone,

But the look on Snape's face when he saw Snape's legs just now was something he couldn't forget.

After thinking about this expression for a while, I think it might be embarrassing for me to be exposed to those green eyes and also to the eyes of my rival's son.

What do you think?

To be honest, I really like the professor, but I didn't write too much about the professor's plot, so I'm sorry.

I feel that I don't grasp many plots very well. I often forget some plots that I have thought about before when I write. Will I say it? _(:з」∠)_

I remember one time when I saw the phrase "Snape, this man, he only loved one woman from his life to death" in the post bar, his feelings for the professor flooded.

But in fact, I didn't think about his pairing at all, shall I say? _(:з」∠)_

☆、Christmas MattersⅢ

Early the next morning, when Harry woke up, he felt that his eyelids were unbearably heavy, his head was groggy, and his whole body seemed to have no strength at all.He looked up at the time, it was already 12:30.

That's the bad thing about being in the cellar, you can never judge the time by the view from the window.

Harry yawned, sitting up in bed while stretching.At the same time, there was the sound of shoes stepping steadily on the marble floor step by step, and then the door of the room was opened with a "click".

"Yo, I'm up." Draco's wet hair was curled up in a mess, and he was wearing a nightgown. "It's time to pack up and have lunch together."

"You went to take a shower. Why don't you use the quick-drying spell to dry your hair, even if it's not cold, it's uncomfortable." Harry just woke up, his head was still not clear, and the "Complete Book of Spells Learned and Unlearned" in his head (Spells that can be used in front of people and spells that cannot be used in front of people)" was not opened, or he was defenseless in front of Draco most of the time.

Draco rolled his eyes half a circle, looking treacherous and cold.He glanced at Harry calmly, and said, "Oh, no wand, why don't you get it for me now."

Harry didn't think too much about it, he directly picked up his wand from the bedside table, pointed at the back of Draco's head towards him, and suddenly felt a sense of joy before chanting the spell. "speed……"

Draco turned abruptly, the tip of his wand meeting the dark sockets of his gray eyes.Harry was startled, his throat dry, but the spell was already forming in his head.A pale point of light shot from his wand, followed by a funny mist around Draco's head.

"Oh, all right, thank you." Draco brushed his hair indifferently, and took off his nightgown. "Are you scared just now? I just thought the spell would be bigger."

"No, it was just a little sudden." Harry also got off the bed and began to change his clothes.

Draco turned his back, thinking silently in his heart.

Sure enough, it was a silent curse.

And Harry's manipulation of spells is really high.

Harry had already folded the quilt over there, suddenly it seemed as if all the disturbing horseflies in his head flew away at once, and he suddenly thought about all the spells he had learned in the charm class from the beginning to now. "The quick-drying spell is very practical, my mother taught me." He said dryly and belatedly.

"It's very practical." Draco was pulling on a sweater, and his voice seemed a little muffled.

Even though Harry didn't want to admit it, he had to admit under Draco's accusing gaze that he had wasted a good day getting up late.Then they spent the rest of the day in bed and on the sofa in front of the fireplace, reading and eating, just like they were at home before school.

Oh, the only difference was that Harry found that the books Draco was reading were getting thicker and the covers were getting older.

In this way, the time passed silently, and Harry kept thinking about what would happen tomorrow, what developments, before going to bed.And presents, he couldn't deny that he was really looking forward to this Christmas and the presents.

"My age has just come of age in Muggle law, and I haven't had my birthday yet." Harry comforted himself.

The next day, Christmas morning.Harry sat up sleepily from the bed, and the first thing he subconsciously looked at was the foot of the bed—there was a large pile of presents.

Harry couldn't resist getting out of bed wrapped in his flannel pajamas, which were a little softer than the drapes.

"Hey, Harry, Merry Christmas." Draco rubbed his eyes and sat up from the bed, "You wake up really early."

"Merry Christmas," Harry said with a smile, "Draco, hurry down and open the presents."

"There's no need to worry, those things won't run away at the foot of your bed." Draco said, stepping on the ground with bare feet, and then shivered with cold, "I think we need to get a big rug Come, like your house or mine."

"Okay. But I'll blame you for wearing slippers first, my little master." Harry glanced back at Draco, and then went back to unwrapping presents.

Draco sat on the bed, watched Harry squatting on the ground like a little squirrel holding food, shrugged and smiled helplessly, then put on his slippers and walked towards his pile of presents.

Harry picked up the topmost packet.It was wrapped in thick brown paper with "Hagrid to Harry" written all over it.Inside was a crudely made flute, which Hagrid had apparently made himself.Harry blew, a little like an owl.

"Oh, Harry." Draco snapped.

"I'm just trying."

Harry put the flute down, then picked up a large cardboard box.

"Oh, the candies from Remus," Harry removed the wrapping paper, "it's quite a big box, I think adding the previous ones is enough for the two of us to eat until the holidays."

Draco was noncommittal.

The next gift was sugar too—a large box of chocolate horseshoes from Hermione.

Harry somehow managed to unwrap presents from his friends.Neville sent a whole box of Chocolate Frogs, Harry guessed it was because the guy loved them.A big box of homemade fudge from Ron.Harry quickly ate one while Draco wasn't paying attention to him—it sure was the Mrs Weasley flavor he was familiar with.That guy Ron must have written in advance to ask for it at home.

"Hey, Harry." Draco called Harry, and showed him a silver-gray hand-knitted sweater with a small dragon pattern on the chest, "Mother Lily sent me Christmas present. What about yours?"

Harry rummaged through the remaining presents for a while. "Oh. Here." He opened the package and took out a letter first.

"Dear Harry," he read, "and Draco, Merry Christmas. We're in a little town called Hay right now, and your mother has been knitting these two sweaters all the way because she's been worried Not in time to give you Christmas presents. It turns out that her worries were unfounded."

"Hope you had a great Christmas and don't worry about us because we will have more fun than you.

"There is another gift for you. I have written to that old guy before... Actually, Dad, I would like to send you a Nimbus 2000, but your mother kept reading after knowing my idea. I take it very seriously."

"Love you, Mom and Dad" - Harry looked at the final signature, and sweetly folded the letter and put it away.

Draco gave Harry a puzzled look, but didn't think much of it.

"Oh, my sweater is grey, too." Harry pulled his sweater out of the bag, which was identical to the one Draco was holding, except for a little golden snitch on the chest, " If mom sends two identical sweaters here, don’t you worry that we’ll wear them wrong one day?”

"No, the size is still different," Draco said sharply.

"..." Harry curled his lips, not trying to humiliate himself.

"Grandma Bagshot's Christmas present is still a book!" Harry wailed, "I should have gotten used to it after all these years, but why is Sirius' gift also a book?" Harry held the cover of the book in front of Draco's eyes, Point him, "Swipe Your Wand Faster Than Your Opponent!" He gave me a copy of "Spells Faster Than Your Opponent," you know? What's wrong with grown-ups these days? ..."

"You don't have to do this." Draco said naturally, and Harry froze in fright, "My father gave me a book, and it was a more obscure book than the one I'm reading now. To be honest, I doubt it. Did the book come from his private collection and gave it to me?"

Hearing Draco's complaint, Harry quietly breathed a sigh of relief.To be honest, I don't know what's wrong now, sometimes when Draco looks at him, he will feel a stiff feeling all over his body, especially when he has something to hide from the other party.

If it hadn't been for this circumstance, he wouldn't have written to Sirius asking him to give him such a strange book for Christmas, which would have been a very good Christmas present!Harry complained silently in his heart.

"Cissy's mother sent her special cookies and all kinds of baked biscuits. To be honest, I haven't eaten anything made by Sissy's mother for a long time." After sighing, Harry added silently in his heart: From the quarrel to the present .

"Harry." Draco called him suddenly, Harry turned his head away, but Draco turned his head in embarrassment and said nothing.Harry knew something was up when he saw him like this.

"What's wrong?" Harry leaned over and bumped Draco's back with his arm.

"It's nothing...well." Draco's face was still pale as usual, but his ears gradually turned red, "I just wanted to ask, did my mother write you a letter before?"

Harry snickered inwardly, but on the surface tried to maintain an indifferent calm: "Oh, yes."

"What did she say in the letter?" Draco visibly panicked.

"It's nothing," Harry held back a laugh, "it's just a routine concern about my height and weight."

Draco didn't say anything more, but Harry thought he might be thinking: Fuck you!fraud!

There is one last packet left.Harry picked it up and felt it, it was very light.He wakes up early for something like this.

Harry opened the paper bag, and something liquid-like, silvery-gray slid down to the floor and gathered in a heap, shining brightly.

"Oh, Harry." Draco watched the thing slide to the ground, "Your father gave you an Invisibility Cloak."

He helped Harry pick up the Invisibility Cloak, which was still shining silver even on the ground, and felt its watery texture.Draco showed a slightly surprised expression, and said to Harry, "I think this invisibility cloak must be very valuable."

"Huh?" Harry pretended not to know anything.

"All the invisibility cloaks I have seen and used before are made of the hair of invisible beasts, which are relatively rough. No matter how exquisite the craftsmanship or how advanced the magic blessing is, it will fail after a period of use. .” Draco patiently explained what he knew to Harry, “But yours is different, it’s very different.”

Harry made a gesture of listening.

"But I don't know exactly what's different."

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Tell yourself once a day, "I'm really good"

-Plato

☆、Christmas MattersⅣ

Harry's face was almost wrinkled into a bun after Draco said the phrase "but I don't know what's different" expressionlessly.

But he soon stopped worrying about it.

The "turmoil" caused by the Invisibility Cloak is not as big as Harry imagined.But indeed, Draco's attitude was normal.

He couldn't be as surprised as Ron.

After an unfinished explanation, Draco reached out to return the Invisibility Cloak to Harry, and tilted his head to signal him, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Harry looked at him, then at the Invisibility Cloak, and suddenly felt a strange emotion similar to showing off to his friends... Harry shook his head quickly a few times, then shook his arm, With a rotation, the invisibility cloak is draped over the shoulders.Draco let out a slight "tsk".

Harry looked down at his feet, half of his body was gone, and then he pulled the cloak over his head so that he could see Draco as if through a curtain of water.

Harry still had that weird flaunting mood in his heart, but Draco looked at the room that seemed to be empty, and there was a flash of panic in his silver-gray eyes, but it was quickly covered up by deeper thoughts.

Maybe Harry, who grew up under the love of James and Lily, didn't know how precious this invisibility cloak was, but when he was a child, he often saw Lucius going out wearing a cloak as black as night and wearing the invisibility cloak on very dark nights. How could you not know!

How many treasures Harry has on his bookshelf, neither Diagon Alley nor Diagon Alley, he knows better than Harry, even the one he gave Harry a few years ago will change its form every July 7 Unicorns are also rare magical implements with sleeping and protective effects.

Draco's eyes began to turn a thick gray, and he leaned forward, reaching out and yanking the Invisibility Cloak off Harry.

"Yeah." Harry smiled heartlessly under the invisibility cloak, "Even if I am invisible, I will still be found by you..."

"Hmm!" Before Harry could finish his sentence, he was suddenly held back in his chest.

After pulling off Harry's invisibility cloak, Draco's next move was to hug Harry directly with that strength.The young man's body was full of heat, and also had an irresistible momentum.

Draco's arms can be said to completely confine Harry's arms, tightly bound, and trembling.

"Hello..." What's wrong with you?

Harry wanted to ask that, but the words Draco whispered in his ear made his heart, which had been jumping with excitement, suddenly sink into a dark abyss full of stickiness.

"This world is not as peaceful as you imagined, you know? Harry..." Draco lowered his voice, resting his chin on Harry's shoulder, "This world is still the world of my father's generation, Even at Hogwarts."

"Besides, we will eventually grow up to be like them."

Having said that, he slumped on Harry's body almost powerlessly, as if he wanted Harry to feel the heavy burden on his body.Harry sighed inwardly, and hugged Draco who fell on top of him.The last words he heard Draco whisper in his ear in this position were—

"Promise me, no matter what my position is." Draco said in Harry's ear in an almost begging tone, "Promise me that I will use this invisibility cloak carefully, no matter how dangerous the situation is, you will Before you put it on, think about what you'd get if you were found out. Also, don't tell anyone else that you own something like this except me."

When Draco finished the last word, he sat up straight and looked at Harry cautiously without blinking.Harry's arms were still wrapped around his back.

He was much taller than Harry, so it could be said that even the slightest expression on Harry's face was under his gaze.So Draco noticed that Harry had noticeably lost a lot of the baby fat, he was a little thinner than before, which made his green eyes bigger.

Like the eyes of the silver snake inlaid with emeralds that coiled around the door of the most important room in the Malfoy house.

It's just that the pair in front of him, Draco secretly compared them in his heart, they are full of life, and have a childish look that is indomitable.

——I don't want anything in these eyes to disappear...no matter what the identity is.

"Not to anyone?" Harry blinked, "Including my parents, Sirius, Regulus, Remus, and ba..."

"Don't mess with me, Harry," Draco snapped.

Harry squinted his mouth and swallowed the unspoken "Grandma Bagshot".

Draco was in a bad mood even though he didn't hear the names that Harry was getting tired of.It's as if I have raised a silly child who doesn't know the danger no matter what, and doesn't know the point, it's extremely sad.

But he thought of everything, but he didn't think that he would be a mess if he cared, and he didn't think that the silly child in his heart was a guy who pretended to be a pig and eat a tiger since he was born.

He looked at Harry with an indescribable emotion that made Harry somehow aware of concern.

"Okay, I see." He said to Draco seriously, "I understand what you mean. Anyway, my father is also an Auror, so I understand many things." Harry used James as a shield.

Draco looked away embarrassedly.

"Many people said that he died and disappeared, the white wizard won, and the boy who lived saved us." Harry originally wanted to simply say something to prove that he "understood", but the more he said, the more he was infected , The more I talk, the more I feel that the burden on my shoulders is heavier.

The expression on his face also became dignified little by little. "However, I prefer to believe the second theory." Harry said, "He is hiding in a remote corner of the world, like a snake buried in the mud, waiting to kill the relaxed prey."

Draco's gaze, which had been averted, suddenly turned back, and he glared at Harry almost viciously. "Do you know what you're talking about!" he demanded Harry.

"I know, every word I say is serious." Harry met his gaze without hesitation, and called his name, "Draco, I believe you know that too." He smiled , Said swearingly.

At this moment, Draco has completely overturned the idea of ​​"silly boy" in his heart before. He was in an extremely bad mood, as if he suddenly found that the little bird he wanted to protect all of a sudden flew up. Bring a little clumsiness.

"However, I'm only speaking to you." Harry straightened his already numb legs, stood up, picked up the Invisibility Cloak and wanted to pack it up.

"There's a note," Draco said suddenly.

Harry draped the Invisibility Cloak over one arm and took the note Draco handed him with the other.

On it was written the following lines in a thin, circled font that he was familiar with.

Harry watched with a smile on his lips.

"What's on it?" Draco also stood up, leaned towards Harry, read the letter head to head with him, and read, "Your father lent me this thing a few years ago. Now it should be Return it to you. Put it to good use. Merry Christmas to you from the bottom of my heart.”

"No signature. Someone entrusted by your father?" Draco picked up the note from Harry's hand, "But this font is also an entry point. People who can write such troublesome characters with characteristics should be easy to find."

Harry glanced sideways at Draco, who was already looking at the note and thinking.

"Hmm." Harry packed the Invisibility Cloak into the box, and decided to ignore Draco who was struggling.

The ground is full of unpacked kraft paper, and the bed of the two is full of gifts.

By the time they've put the trash and presents where they belong and the house is tidy, the Christmas party is about to begin.

Harry felt very happy at the thought of the Christmas party he was about to attend. If he had to say what he liked about Hogwarts, one of the things he liked about Hogwarts was the big and small parties and the sumptuous meals every day.

The Christmas party was still the size Harry remembered.

A hundred fat roast turkeys, hills of roast meat and boiled potatoes, platters of delicious little sausages, bowls of buttered peas, dishes of rich, thick gravy and lingonberry sauce.Every few steps along the dining table, there are piles of wizard color packs and firecrackers waiting for you.

As soon as Harry entered the hall, he pulled Draco to draw a firecracker.The firecrackers exploded like a cannon blast, engulfing them all in a puff of blue smoke.Afterwards, a wizard's hat and several lively mice exploded out of it.

Draco walked away in disgust.

At the teacher's table, Dumbledore wears a flower-decorated hat