Chapter 23 Professor, do you like my gift?

Hermione abruptly dropped the subject: "Harry, when do you plan to take action?"

"It's Christmas." Harry thought for a while and quickly came up with the answer, "There weren't many people in the school at that time. It would be safer for me to browse in the restricted area."

Hermione felt a little regretful: "Well, I'm going home for Christmas, so it seems I can't help you."

Christmas is a grand holiday.

This means that the first half of the school year for the little wizards has completely passed, and they will have a two-week vacation, and school will not resume until New Year's Day.

The professors asked them to register early.

Most of the little wizards choose to go home. Hogwarts is fun, but half a year has passed and they miss home too.

In the entire dormitory, only Harry and Ron remained among the first-year wizards.

On Christmas Eve, they took no action.

These words made Snape feel stuck in his throat, and his face became even more distorted: "Really? I really hope that by the end of the year, you can still be as happy as you are now."

He didn't know why Snape was angry.

"To be honest, I don't like it very much." Harry made a small gesture, "That thing affects my sight very much."

"Thank God, the gift you gave us is normal." Fred gestured on his chest.

Christmas gift.

"Why did you get up so early?"

Harry threw it aside.

They are not in the mood to eat right now, they just want to vomit everything in their stomachs.

Harry looked at them with pity: "Okay, go to the auditorium now. There is a banquet at noon. Remember to fill your stomach. An empty stomach will hurt your stomach."

Their greetings were stuck, and a rosy-faced Harry appeared in their field of vision, standing in front of the mirror, trying on a new sweater. This made them stunned and stopped at the door.

"It would be better if it was red." Harry put the sweater aside. "Green always reminds me of something bad."

Harry said nothing and tore open the package. Inside was a box with a price tag stuck on it: "Nine pounds and fifteen pence."

As soon as Harry filled a plate of German and French food for himself, Snape quickly walked up to Harry, swinging his robes, and slammed the table: "Potter!"

He has been looking forward to this moment for a long time.

Harry dug out the box that Dumbledore had given him from the suitcase - he had not used the invisibility cloak since he got it, and there was no need to use it in such a safe place as Hogwarts.

the next day.

Snape sneered: "But it can cover your face and eyes so that you don't look as stupid as a troll."

It's just that Harry didn't expect there to be so many.

Ron looked at the outer shell of the brown paper package and the font on it, and felt a gloomy atmosphere, and the most eye-catching signature: "Professor Snape actually gave you a gift?"

The library is quiet and quiet.

Harry put it on: "It covers my eyes and it also covers my face."

Harry opened the box and found a brand new pair of sunglasses - he hadn't worn anything like glasses since he returned to this world.

The bedroom door was pushed open, and George and Fred walked in, supporting each other. Their faces were pale and their limbs were weak: "Harry, Harry, are you okay?"

until noon.

The witcher's physique prevented Harry from suffering the pain of a hangover. He was about to get up and continue exercising - but as soon as he lifted the quilt, he noticed a mountain of gifts piled at the foot of the bed.

George rubbed his eyes.

Snape chose the type with the largest frame, which was bigger than his fist and almost covered half of Harry's face behind the sunglasses.

"That's vodka, Polish vodka, 45 degrees Celsius!" George clenched his fists, but he didn't even have the strength now.

Fred muttered, "Why are you okay?"

George chimed in: "You drank more last night than the two of us combined!"

"Exercise, oh, yes..." Ron shuddered and suddenly sobered up, "You drank so much yesterday, and you still want to exercise?"

Harry put on his clothes and said, "I'm going to exercise, but it seems... I'll have to open gifts this morning."

George and Fred wailed.

"What is this?" Ron's eyes were confused.

Even if George and Fred are hungover, they are still third-year wizards and they can use magic.

"Poison that turns you blind?" Ron shuddered, "Or is it a potion that disfigures you?"

And Snape——

"Most people don't have that kind of expression when they receive a decent gift." George stretched his head over. Even though he was suffering from a hangover, he still couldn't stop his mischief. "What did you give him, a toilet seat?"

He didn't like this kind of thing. Although the demon hunter had good eyesight and could see things in the dark, it didn't mean that he could find trouble for himself.

He was made into a snowman.

Snape frowned, obviously disgusted by Harry's expression: "Potter, what do you mean!"

Professor Sprout sent a few plant seeds along with a planting instruction, and Professor Flitwick sent a wand maintenance kit.

"I can't quite tell what you look like." Ron nodded.

Mrs. Pince had already gone back to rest, and they went all the way to the forbidden book area without any hindrance.

Harry was woken up by Hedwig's peck.

When evening came, Ron seemed very anxious.

"Christmas gift, my dear professor." Harry said quietly, calmly, "This is my most sincere blessing for you."

Snape tightened his wand, resisted the urge to cast a spell on Harry, and turned to leave.

"But today is Christmas!" Fred said plausibly, "The atmosphere is here, no problem!"

There was also a bright green hand-knit sweater sent by Ron's mother, which came with a box of lactose.

"It's not that you drank too much, it's that your drinking capacity is too small." Harry walked over and patted their backs, "It took less than one bottle and you almost vomited."

Hermione sent a chocolate, as well as various magical candies from the other little lions of Gryffindor.

"Sunglasses." Harry explained for him, "a kind of decoration in the world of ordinary people."

"Really?" Snape sneered.

"Why would you give such a thing?" Ron continued to wonder.

"I don't know, I just gave him a Christmas gift." Harry was also a little confused.

George and Fred stole two bottles of vodka last night, and Harry drank more than one bottle each. He was drunk and unconscious. He grabbed George, took off his pants, and made him dance four little swans.

The professors also sent gifts to Harry.

Professor McGonagall sent two Transfiguration Notes - her own and Harry's father's.

He likes the sweater very much, but this color...

He chose the gifts very carefully.

Harry glanced at him and responded with a gentle smile: "Merry Christmas, Professor Snape, what can I do?"

Wait until his figure disappears into the hall.

After making sure that their figures were hidden in front of the mirror, they tiptoed out of the lounge. The fat lady muttered that this strange situation made her feel like she had returned to more than ten years ago.

"Lumos." Harry waved his wand, and a faint light lit up.

Aunt Petunia's family also sent a gift, a fifty-pence coin, which interested Ron very much.

George gave a thumbs up: "As for pranks, we have never admired someone so much. How dare you give Professor Snape something like that."

Harry was taken to celebrate by the Weasley brothers. They stole Wood's vodka and got drunk in the dormitory.

The cloak was very big, more than enough to cover the two little wizards.

"Didn't you say that Professor Snape always wanted you to be like this?"

George and Fred were stunned.

"I'm fine, what's wrong?" Harry turned around and looked at them, "Thank you Mrs. Weasley for me. Her workmanship is very good and the clothes are very comfortable."

He had to check the time every ten minutes, looking forward to the arrival of the curfew. When the alarm clock rang at eleven o'clock in the evening, Ron couldn't wait to jump out of bed: "Harry, hurry up, take out the invisibility cloak."

"No, no, no, I guess it's bat guano." Fred immediately rejected George's idea.

It stood on the pillow and cooed. It had not been seen for half a year, and when we saw it, it was busy all night, which made it very dissatisfied.

Only then did Ron dare to raise his head from the plate: "Harry, what did you do to Professor Snape? Why is he so angry?"

Ron and George had a snowball fight - while his two brothers were in a bad mood, he had to pay back the bullying he had suffered in the past few years.

Harry took a bite of steak and said, "It's a shampoo product, the kind that is very effective at removing oil."
To be continued...