hogwarts shady

Early the next morning, when Ryan came out of the dormitory, he happened to bump into the elves decorating the Hufflepuff common room.

Barb bowed deeply to Ryan. Last night, he had received a new recipe from Ryan.

Elf Babu spent the whole night yesterday organizing the gifts that Ryan was going to give.For those who were still at Hogwarts, Barb planned to deliver them in person; for those who were not at Hogwarts, he also went to the Owlery to deliver the gifts early in the morning.

Ryan smiled and greeted several elves, left the common room, and went to the kitchen to get some bread.

As he ate, he walked toward the auditorium.

The mood swing was a bit big last night, and Ryan felt melancholy for a while when he returned to the dormitory.

He was a little ashamed of poking at Lao Deng's heart.

At first, Ryan didn't want to do this, but he eventually decided that he had to give Dumbledore a little more reminder.

You can't admonish those who have gone by, but you can still chase after those who have come.

This sentence is actually quite simple for a young man like me.

Because I am young, I have not experienced too many storms, I have not left too many regrets, and I still have a lot of expectations for the future.

But Dumbledore is different, he is old.

He is so old that he is thinking about the past all the time, so old that the accumulation of regrets has overwhelmed the sanity of a legendary wizard.

Ryan sighed. No matter what, from the bottom of his heart, he didn't want Dumbledore to touch the Resurrection Stone and trigger Voldemort's curse.

The principal could have taken every step and steadily eliminated the scourge of Voldemort, instead of risking his life like a candle in the wind and betting all his hopes on the savior Harry Potter.

Perhaps in this way, those who should not have died in the final battle are more likely to survive.

Ryan pushed open the door of the auditorium and showed a slight smile of relief.

This is probably the first time I have tried to fiddle with water droplets as a time-drifter.

It was still early and there were not many people in the auditorium.

Professor Flitwick was standing under a tall metasequoia tree, waving his wand to make some colored glass balls float back up the tree.

"Good morning, Professor Flitwick." Ryan greeted.

Professor Flitwick fixed the glass ball and then turned around: "Good morning, Ryan. Haven't you gone back yet?"

"I plan to go home after attending the Christmas party." Ryan said, "My friends and I don't want to miss any holiday in Hogwarts."

"I think your decision is absolutely correct." Professor Flitwick smiled, pointing to the hanging floral ribbons hanging down on one wall, and said, "Can you help me fix these decorations back on?"

"No problem, Professor." Ryan pulled out his wand and used the floating spell and the sticking spell. "What happened here? I remember that these decorations were fine a few days ago."

Professor Flitwick sighed helplessly: "It's not Peeves who is causing trouble in the auditorium, but Bloody Barrow has already captured it. It won't appear until the end of Christmas."

"I think he'll learn his lesson," Lane said with a smile.

"Oh, that's not necessarily the case." Professor Flitwick re-hung a tree with icicles. "It has not been allowed to attend Christmas dinner for several years."

"That's probably why it came to destroy the auditorium," Lane said.

Professor Flitwick smiled and said: "You are the first little wizard I have ever seen who excused Peeves. Okay, let's not talk about the ghosts. You used the sticking spell well. I have some I’m curious as to how many spells you have mastered.”

"Actually, these are all taught in household magic books." Ryan said, "I think magic should provide more convenience to life."

"It's a good idea." Professor Flitwick said, "Of course, you have to promise me not to miss the duel spell. I'm still waiting for you to participate in the duel competition in the third grade to show off the elegance of our Hogwarts. "

"Can underage wizards participate in the duel competition?" Ryan asked.

"There are junior and adult competitions." Professor Flitwick smiled. "Before you become an adult, it doesn't hurt to win one more award, right?"

Ryan smiled helplessly: "You have really high expectations for me."

"That's because you are strong enough." Flitwick patted Ryan on the back, "Don't worry, under my guidance, you will definitely win the championship easily."

"Thank you, Professor." Ryan couldn't say any words to refuse. He really needed Professor Flitwick to guide him in magic duels in order to gain combat experience.

"Work hard!" Professor Flitwick patted Ryan's back hard again before leaving the auditorium humming a song.

Ryan sat in the auditorium for a while and practiced Occlumency. Seeing that no one came to the auditorium, he slowly returned to the dormitory.

Justin happened to be in the common room, receiving a large package from an owl.

The poor owl dropped the package and fell to the ground with a thud.

If its body wasn't still rising and falling slightly, Ryan would have thought the owl had died of exhaustion.

"It came in time." Justin hid the package behind his back, "You are not allowed to peek, Ryan, this is a gift that will be sent out tomorrow."

"Where did you buy them?" Ryan asked. He saw the various candies in the transparent bag at a glance.

"I wrote a letter before and asked my father to prepare it." Justin said, "I don't dare to sneak out of school alone."

"You're very wise." Ryan said. He sneaked out of the school several times and almost never encountered anything good.

"No, I'm just worried about being locked up." Justin said, "I'm not as good at pleasing the teacher as you are. Before, you were able to walk out of Snape's office intact, and no one expected that I was at a loss... …”

At this point, Justin stopped immediately.

"What's the loss?" Ryan narrowed his eyes.

"Everyone bets on whether you can walk out of Old Bat's office unscathed." Justin quietly looked at Ryan's expression with his eyes, and whispered, "I beat ten Sickles, and I bet you can't."

"Then you are really my good brother." Ryan said with a half-smile.

Justin smiled awkwardly: "I...I just think the probability of not being able to do it is relatively high. You won't mind, right?"

"I'm not angry with you for this little thing." Ryan said.

Moreover, Justin's judgment was not wrong. After all, the old bat did pour magic potion on himself, which at least brought a lot of psychological shadow to himself.

Ryan suddenly wanted to anonymously give Snape a large bottle of Potter family shampoo, and it had to be lily-scented.

When he lay in bed at night, he was still debating whether to commit suicide or not.

Early the next morning, Ryan opened his eyes and saw a pile of gift boxes on the bedside.

The elf didn't know when he had come to deliver gifts. He picked up the top one and opened it.

It was a gift from Hermione. She gave her a notebook with a postcard she drew herself.

Ryan stuffed the notebook into his pocket and grabbed another brown paper package. It was soft and a little heavy.

There was a greeting card embedded in the compartment of the package, with Dumbledore's name written on it.

Ryan couldn't wait to open Dumbledore's gift, and then his face turned foul.

It's not that the things Dumbledore sent were bad, it's just that Ryan felt that the principal was too careless.

It was a woolen sock with fifty galleons in it.

Am I like the kind of person who is short of money?

Ryan complained while honestly stuffing the gold coins into his wallet.

Lao Deng, you are very careless!

Ryan couldn't help laughing as he heard the coins jingling in his pocket.

Justin's gift was a bag of candy and an expensive pen.Professor McGonagall gave him a book on the theory of transformation, and Professor Flitwick gave him a game of wizard chess.

To Ryan's surprise, Snape actually gave him a gift, which was a thin piece of parchment with the formula for the polyjuice antidote written on it.

Ryan sighed. He didn't know whether Snape was hinting at him or just being perfunctory.

Among the remaining packages, Professor Sprout's gift made Ryan the happiest, because the dean gave her a package of instructions for various herbal medicines. Most importantly, she included many of the herbal medicines with actual items.

Among them are mandrake leaves.