This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Early in the morning, a huge group of owls arrived at Hogwarts.

The elite Aurors sent by the Ministry of Magic had no holidays, and they came to the school gate early to check the packages one by one.

"Wayne again..." Tonks waved to the owl in front of her to pass.

She glanced at the seemingly endless line, and then looked down at the inspection crystal in her hand.

What kind of contraband could be in the children's gifts? At most, they were just some prank props.

And today is Christmas. Not only are there no employee benefits, but there is even no overtime pay.

Either they are corrupt or they are reluctant to give.

"Why is it Wayne again..." Tonks was numb, "This kid is really popular..."

After a sigh, six owls stared at her with wide eyes.

"Pass."

The owls worked together to grab the tightly wrapped big box, flapping their wings and flying towards the Gryffindor Tower.

Safely arriving at the destination, they put the box steadily into the pile of gifts, and then landed on the long table next to them filled with snacks.

With food and drink and a good rest, the stupid Aurors guarding the door must be envious.

There are more and more owls in the dormitory. When Neville woke up, he thought he had sleepwalked to the owl shed last night.

James and Alfred went downstairs to have breakfast early, and Vincent sat in the middle of the pile of gifts.

After opening one, two more came. It seems that he will be busy all day.

"Huh?" Neville found that he was wearing a rare red scarf today.

It's so cold, it should have been like this.

However, the workmanship of this red scarf is average, probably hand-woven.

"Vincent, is this knitted by your mother?"

"No."

"Oh." Neville was not curious about who it was.

He put on a thick coat and went out to wash up.

After breakfast, Vincent was overwhelmed by gifts.

"Old Vin!" James poked his head into the pile of gifts, "Do you need help?"

Vincent waved his hand, "No, you guys go down first."

"Okay, I'll put breakfast next to your bed."

Alfred put the packed breakfast away, "Come on, let's go to the activity room."

A hand stretched out from the mountain of gifts.

"Go ahead, Fred said they prepared a little surprise."

After unpacking, it was finally the turn of the tightly wrapped big box.

After opening it, it was a long ebony box, and next to it was a full set of flying broom maintenance tools.

The front of the long box was printed with the logo of the Sweeping Broom Company. It was almost two months.

Sure enough, inside was the repaired rogue rabbit.

The shape didn't change much, but the appearance did have a small change.

The golden lion head of the broom handle was more majestic, the broom body was decorated with golden lines, the cushion was larger and more comfortable, and the branches of the broom tail were extended more exaggeratedly.

Vincent weighed it in his hand, but didn't feel much change in weight.

It seems that the internal device has listened to his advice and has been highly integrated.

The flying broom is equipped with a floating module and a flight module.

They are very large, and they have to fit posture adjustment modules inside.

In addition to the headache of balancing the layout of each module, every broom engineer has to make a series of trade-offs about performance.

And integrating the two largest modules can free up more internal space.

Put the test aside for now, Vincent has to open the gifts first.

After breakfast, continue to work.

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A grand banquet is being held in the activity room of the Owl Court Club.

After the expansion of the traceless extension spell, the total area is already half the size of the auditorium.

Almost all the students in the school have come, which is in sharp contrast to the cold and deserted Black Swan opposite.

"Ladies and gentlemen--" Fred and George, wearing bright and exaggerated dresses, stood on the conspicuous stage in the middle, "Good morning, everyone~"

They are well-deserved banquet hosts, and they first told everyone a few Weasley jokes.

"I remember when we were little, our brother once asked Dad--"

The whole audience looked at Ron who was eating.

George blinked his big eyes and imitated perfectly, "Dad, everyone says I'm a stupid kid, is that true?"

Ron put down the chicken leg in his mouth blankly, and his expression suddenly became ferocious.

Fred shook his head and said in a low voice, "Silly boy, how could you be a stupid boy?"

The cheerful laughter instantly spread to the Black Swan Activity Room opposite.

Draco, who was sitting at the luxurious round table, trembled and almost dropped the freshly brewed black tea.

"Damn Owl Court!"

Crabbe and Goyle stared at the opposite side fiercely, cursing.

"Calm down." Draco raised his hand to stop them, "This little thing is not worth our anger."

More cheerful laughter came, and the faces of the Black Swans gradually became gloomy.

Pansy spat, "You are a guy with no vision!"

What's wrong with the Black Swan Club?

Luxurious decoration, sufficient funds, handsome and charming president, high-quality members, strong background...

What is there in the Court of Owls?

The Weasley twins?

Scamander who deals with magical creatures all day long?

The creamy boy Diggory?

The traitor Greengrass?

The ugly girl Granger?

Pansy seems to have mixed a lot of personal emotions.

As for Wayne, she thinks that he is not as handsome as Draco, not as rich as Draco, and not as smart as Draco.

He is tall and strong, not a wizard at all.

Her complaints were unanimously agreed, but Draco's expression was a little strange.

The Parkinson family has made some money in Knockturn Alley recently, and his father asked him to maintain a good relationship with Pansy.

Although I don't know why, there is always a sense of foreboding.

Another burst of cheerful laughter came.

Draco, who was a little upset, waved his hand and asked Crabbe and Goyle to close the door.

It is waterproof, fireproof and intrusion-proof, and the sound insulation effect is also very good.

But it can't prevent Wayne.

Vincent just opened the gifts in the afternoon.

Although many people came when he went out...

Take a breath of fresh air, relax and go back.

Seeing that the door of the Black Swan Activity Room was closed, he subconsciously kicked it.

He didn't mean to do it, it was just a more unique way of knocking on the door.

The door opened with a "bang".

"So you're here." Vincent turned around nonchalantly, waved goodbye to the black swans with his back to them, "I won't bother you anymore, you guys continue to enjoy it."

Draco's hands were shaking, and he picked up the teacup and was about to smash it hard.

But at the last moment, he remembered his father's instructions and regained his senses in time to put down the teacup.

Don't make trouble, especially don't make trouble for Wayne.

It's not that the Malfoys can't afford to offend, but it's not time for revenge yet.

The benefits of the alchemy shop have made countless wizards jealous. When their patience is almost exhausted, Wayne's good days will be over.

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