“Are you going to Scarborough Fair…

Parsley,sage,rosemary and thyme—

Remember me to one who lives there…

She once was a true love of mine—”

At 7:30 pm, when Dumbledore came to the Gryffindor lounge wearing a scoring hat, the banquet had already begun.

Professor Frieve directed the Ravenclaw's Kitty Hawks to sing, Hagrid was clumsy dancing with Professor McGonagall, and Fred's partner was George.

The ethereal singing of the Lavenclaw girls echoed in the lounge, and Jamini followed them to hum.

This song is called Scarborough Market, which is a very old song in Britain. The lyrics can be traced back to the 13th century, and the song was born earlier. It can be said that no one in the entire UK except mute and fools would not sing this song.

To Gemini's expectation, not only Dumbledore, but also Snape came to attend the Christmas party.

Although he was pulled over by Dumbledore and seemed not very sociable, he didn't seem to be disgusted with this atmosphere at this time. He was sitting alone eating pudding.

"Actually, I've been thinking about a question a long time ago."

Dumbledore placed his school hat next to Jamini and said with his pleats twisting.

"What?"

"Why do wizards have Christmas?" The tip of the wizard hat was tilted: "Look, you are wizards. In the past, they were tied to the pillars and burned to death by the Muggles."

"This question is good." Jamini nodded: "Actually, I don't understand either."

The Sorting Hat laughed: "I always think you are very smart, so I asked you. I asked Dumbledore this question, and he actually asked me back: Is there any problem?"

Jamini laughed, he could probably imagine Dumbledore's dementia-like appearance of innocent Alzheimer's.

"Actually, with my personality, it's hard to understand why people believe in sects. Even if I stayed in the welfare home opened by the church for eleven years, I couldn't understand it. Similarly, I actually have a limited understanding of the magic world."

Jamini smiled gently: "But no matter whether it is a wizard or a muggle, whether it is a dark skin, a yellow skin or a white skin, whether it is an Eastern or Western one, it should not be any different if you want to celebrate the festival with people you are close to..."

"So I think that things like holidays should have nothing to do with faith."

"Actually, I don't understand very much. Although I understand what you mean, I'm just a hat after all." said the branch hat silly.

"You obviously asked me if it's okay?" Jamini smiled helplessly.

"I feel that you and Dumbledore are the same kind of people." The branch hat muttered.

"Are you insulting me?"

The branch hat was shocked: "You can hear this?"

"Professor Dumbledore's head is not normal." Jamini said with his arms in his arms, "But I am different, I am not normal anywhere."

"Actually, the abnormality of me is not just my head."

Dumbledore's tall figure appeared next to Jamini at some point: "If you know me carefully, you will find that my urinary system has begun to become abnormal. I thought you had discovered it long ago, Fox, after all, I always meet you when I get up at night."

Jamini's face turned a little dark: "Where did I find it? Don't say such misunderstandings, it sounds so perverted."

"Then let's talk about you and Miss Welfare..."

"Let's discuss your urinary system!"

Dumbledore smiled happily, patted his thighs with the rhythm of the music, looking happy and contented.

"I'm very grateful to you, Jamini."

"Um?"

"In fact, I saw my family in the Eris Mirror." Dumbledore looked at the candle on the wall, as if the candle would bloom in the next second.

"Oh." Jaminie lazily leaned on the armrest of the soft chair. Adria sat aside, took off his shoes, held his legs in his arms, and gently kneaded his calves with tender fingers.

At first, Jamini refused, as the saying goes - the land of gentleness is the tomb of heroes.

And under Adria's gentle and fiery offensive, Jamini himself would die, he would bury himself into the hero's tomb...

As for human beings, there is nothing wrong with living a real life.

"Before that, I could see them again in the mirror every year."

"I'm really sorry." Jamini whispered: "It was the mirror's first move, it looked at me..."

Dumbledore laughed happily when he heard this: "Sure enough... you are a very interesting child, in fact, I want to thank you."

“While that mirror can make me see my family again, it only brings pain to people, as I said.” Dumbledore said, picking in the Bibido beans on the table: “But the banquet brings happiness.”

"Gemini are always the most reckless elves, but many times, they will be very warm." Dumbledore's old face was full of kindness.

When Jamini heard this, he spread his hands open, and a small flame in his palm burned warmly, and floated quietly above Jamini's palm.

"The flame gives human perceived warmth, and emotions give human inner warmth..." Jamini stared at the little flame and murmured: "I have joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, but I still can't feel emotions..."

The flames reflected Jamini's fair cheeks and were beating slightly.

"But although I can't empathize, I don't hate it."

Jamini smiled softly: "The first time I looked in the mirror was on the night of the second in school. I saw a lot of things, but it was not just wealth, honor and beauty... I don't know what I got at Hogwarts, but when I appeared in front of the Eris Mirror this afternoon, it turned into a normal mirror."

"I must have got what I once longed for the most, although I didn't feel it." Jamini closed his palm.

Dumbledore's eyes unconsciously glanced at Adria.

"It's not what you think is, stinky old man..." Jaminie's face turned dark.

"I haven't said anything yet."

"You don't need to say anything!"

"It's hard to find a confidant - you understand me."

"If possible, I hope I don't understand!"

In the lounge, the party atmosphere became more and more intense.

Professor Flivi was playing the guitar. It was an electric guitar. Although there was no wire on it, the sound effect of the electric guitar was played, which looked like the faucet of the broken cauldron bar. I don’t know what the principle is.

On the high platform where the table was set up, Professor Frevi was rocking.

The twins danced happily below, and it was impossible to tell whether they were shaking or rolling.

Professor McGonagall dispersed his meticulous bun and mixed in the crowd of students and danced fast-paced dances. At some point, all the teachers who were still in school came.

It seems that in this castle, no one can resist the temptation of a party.

"This is the happiest Christmas I have ever lived in these years." Dumbledore's eyes seemed to have a little crystal clear.

"Aha..." Jamini put on her shoes and took Adria's hand: "Let's go and dance. I don't want to see the white-bearded old man crying beside me. Can you dance Adria?"

"Of course, it will."

"What a coincidence, I won't."

"I will teach you..."

Jamini turned his head and looked at Dumbledore: "Do you think of dancing too, professor?"

"Ah...dance..." Dumbledore wiped the corners of his eyes.

"Merry Christmas everyone!"

"Merry Christmas!"

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Jamini: "Happy New Year, everyone!"
Chapter completed!