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Chapter 68 Christmas Presents

The situation seems to have become more complicated.

That night, after they finished their supper, an uninvited guest suddenly appeared in the Slytherin's common room!

It was Mr. Pringer, and his beloved Mr. Don.

As the administrator of the castle, he rarely breaks into the common lounges of various colleges.

"Matthew Wakefield, and Agnes Lestrange, are here?" he shouted.

Matthew and Lestrang raised their hands one after another.

Mr. Pringer just came over, looked at them one after another, and after recording something on the parchment in his hand, he hurriedly left with the golden retriever.

"What's going on?" Matthew looked at Lestrang in confusion.

Lesterlanch shrugged, signaling that she didn't know.

Matthew didn't care much, so he lowered his head and continued to look at the book "Legend of Merlin" in his hand.

This history book, or history, was borrowed from the library before Christmas.

...

The next morning, thick snowflakes were flying in the sky, covering almost every window of the castle; it also made the castle dim than before.

When Matthew passed by the door of the auditorium, he encountered something strange-

Justin Finlieri, a first-year Hufflepuff, is receiving the blame from his dean, Professor Pomona Sprout.

Professor Sprout's expression was very excited, and Mr. Fenlieri was lowering his head in shame.

This is indeed quite strange, because Professor Sprout has always been a professor with a good temper and rarely blames anyone, let alone a student at Hufflepuff Academy.

Matthew walked into the auditorium and saw Hermione Granger eating breakfast at the only long table, so he walked over and sat next to her.

"Hmph?" Hermione squinted at Matthew, and she snorted softly.

Since Hermione took Professor Frieve and broke through the door of the Black Magic Defense Classroom; Matthew has never had much interaction with her.

Hermione seemed to have some objections to this, because in her opinion, she was a big help to Matthew at that time... No matter how Matthew said, he should thank her well.

But after all, he is a little girl and doesn't hold grudges.

"What's the point?" she asked calmly.

"What happened to Professor Sprout at the door and Justin Finlieri?" Matthew asked curiously: "The first time I saw Professor Sprout was so angry!"

"That Justin Finlieri..." Hermione's face showed a slightly contemptuous expression: "When he went to Hogsmeade yesterday, he ate too much candy at the Honey Duke Candy Shop, and then fell asleep in the afternoon at the two broom bars and slept until the night when the two brooms closed, the bar owner woke him up..."

"Sleep?" Matthew was stunned.

"Yes." Hermione nodded: "He didn't show up until dark yesterday. When his classmates from the academy reported to Mr. Pringer, he frightened Mr. Pringer! At that time, Mr. Pringer was so anxious that he went to search for him from one college and one college, for fear that there were still people who had not returned from Hogsmeade..."

Matthew suddenly remembered that last night, Mr. Pringer appeared in the Slytherin common room and then looked for him and Lestrang.

"So, then?"

"It was once alarmed by the entire school. When Principal Rozier was about to go to Hogsmeade to find him, he suddenly came back..." Hermione replied: "So this morning, together with Professor Sprout, he was scolded by Principal Rozier!"

"So that's it!" Matthew nodded thoughtfully.

"Is there anything else?" Hermione said dryly: "If I don't mind, I've finished breakfast!"

"It's okay, thank you very much, Miss Granger!" Matthew smiled flatteringly.

As Hermione left, Matthew began to think again while eating breakfast.

...

Matthew Wakefield was always at peace for the next few days.

The blizzard outside the castle was always very heavy, and the road was almost blocked by heavy snow.

Most of the students at Hogwarts were no longer interested in going to Hogsmeade; as for Matthew, he had no idea of ​​going to Hogsmeade.

Most of the time, Matthew spent reading books in the common room and occasionally going to the library.

When he was bored, he played Gobstone and Wizard Chess with Lestrang.

The gameplay of Gaobushi is similar to that of Muggle's marble game. A standard pair of Gaobushi game contains thirty small and round stones. Each person has fifteen at the beginning of the game. If one party collects all the stones of the opponent, then he is the winner of the game.

The main difference is that when one party loses points, those stones will spray an unpleasant liquid on the face of the person who loses the score.

It's a very simple little game. Although Matthew loses more than he wins less, he is not a match for Lestrang's most of the time.

As for wizard chess, the rules are basically the same as those of Muggles; the chess piece will move to the target square by itself according to the player's order. However, when the chess piece is eaten, it will be overturned by the opponent's chess piece and dragged out of the chess board.

This Matthew is more powerful, with more wins and less losses. He easily gained the trust of the chess pieces left by Draco Malfoy.

...

On Christmas morning, Matthew saw a small pile of packages at the foot of the bed, his Christmas gifts.

Among them is a bottle of beautifully packaged honey wine, which is obviously given by Professor Slughorn... and Matthew gave him a box of candied jackfruit yesterday.

This was bought by him in the seventh grade Slytherin girl in the communal lounge two days ago at Honey Duke.

A brand new box of wizard chess;

A book "Outline of the History of Modern and Contemporary Magic";

...

besides--

Matthew turned his eyes to the last package, a very exquisite Christmas gift box, but there was no signature on it.

Matthew couldn't help but blink. Who would give him a Christmas gift anonymously?

He gently tied the gift rope and opened the Christmas gift box...

"Hmm?" Matthew snorted coldly, looking at the things inside.

The expression on his face gradually became solemn.

But then, he suddenly laughed.

Because this last Christmas gift is a quaint, familiar, and mysterious book.
Chapter completed!
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