Start at Marvel's Hogwarts Hoo

After saying goodbye to several friends at the station at the foot of the mountain, Harry and Ron walked back along the road.

"Why can't we go this way when we come, but have to climb the hilly road behind the auditorium?"

"Relax, Harry. We won't have to climb the mountain next year... we can go to school in the carriage."

The two of them stepped on the snow on the road... The snow was buried deep, and there was no slippery feeling when walking on it.The trees beside the road were frozen bare, and Harry couldn't help but tighten the scarf around his neck.

The sunlight was reflected very dazzlingly by the snow. Looking up, the entire mountain where the castle was located was completely white... As they walked slowly, suddenly, neither of them had the desire to talk.

The castle was not covered with too much snow. The professors probably cleaned it up when they left the school. The flying pig statues on both sides of the school gate were only covered with a thin layer, turning into white-skinned flying pigs... Look Filch has already cleaned this place.

"Oh! Damn it!"

Professor Quirrell suddenly covered the back of his turbaned head... Harry Ron, who was standing at the school gate, did not see the Weasley twins hiding in the corner throwing snowballs at Quirrell.

"Professor Quirrell, are you okay?"

Harry stepped forward and subconsciously reached out his hand.

Quirrell knelt down and held Harry's hand, with the same crooked smile on his face.

"It's okay, Mr. Potter, I'm okay... Also, Merry Christmas, Mr. Potter, and to you, Mr. Weasley."

"Merry Christmas, Professor Quirrell."

Looking at Quirrell's back as he slowly walked away, Ron turned to Harry and said, "He's really weird."

"He's just a little introverted."

"Merry Christmas, gentlemen." x2

"Merry Christmas, George. Merry Christmas, Fred."

...

At platform nine and three-quarters, John and Hermione met Lewis who came to pick them up.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

They hugged the two of them respectively... The Grangers are dentists, which is a high-paying job here, but they will be busier around the holidays, and now is the period when their careers are on the rise...

The journey home was not a long one, but John was still a little restless.

"Welcome home, kids." Catherine walked out of the house and opened the car door. "Milly and the others won't be back until dinner. Come here and have a rest first... Oh, look, the kids are all starving and thin..."

Catherine pulled Hermione and walked inside. Lewis waved his hand for John to follow. John shook his head, walked to the back of the car and took over their boxes.

"It's not heavy, Dad. Just go and park the car."

"It seems that little Jack has grown into a man? Do you want to hear a story?"

"Come on, I'll go in first."

...

"Is your father slacking off again?"

Looking at John walking in with two large boxes, Catherine frowned.

"No, it's not heavy."

"Oh, you two have grown up. It seems that the teachings at Hogwarts are pretty good...Hermione has also become a lot more stable and doesn't cling to her aunt anymore."

As soon as Hermione stood up and was about to help John pick up the box, she was suddenly cued, and she suddenly panicked.

"No, just sit down and take a rest. You know I exercise every day."

Hermione now regards herself as her daughter-in-law, so she feels a little in a hurry. After all, now she has talked it over with John and has put everything on the stage... so she doesn't dare to do what she did before, for fear of breaking it. His image in the eyes of John's mother.

By the time John put away his luggage, the three of them were already drinking black tea and chatting.

"So, the professors also need to write on the blackboard when you are in class? Oh, this is not magic at all." Lewis casually put his coat on the back of the sofa, and then Catherine snatched it away, got up and hung it on the coat on the shelf.

Regarding John and their school life, Lewis actually asked Arthur, who was here as a guest, but every time Arthur just said that the children should tell him these things themselves... and told him not to worry, Hogwarts is the best wizard. The school will definitely train John to become a qualified wizard.

But he wasn't worried that John would have a bad life... Needless to say, this kid had never suffered a loss in his life, and he was very smart.He was just curious whether the wizards' education method was the same as in the story, where knowledge was imprinted into their heads with a wave of a magic wand.

John sat next to Hermione, opposite John's parents. Hermione twisted uneasily and nudged John with her elbow... What's this "" feeling of déjà vu with her parents?

"Yes, it's not magic, but it's very practical."

"Is your dormitory okay? You're not being bullied, are you? ... I didn't ask you, son."

"It's okay, Aunt Catherine, we still have a lot of friends in school."

"That's right, you should make more friends... John, you also have to protect Hermione, do you hear me?"

After chatting for a while, Catherine went to the kitchen to prepare food, while Lewis went to pick up the Grangers... It was not easy to park in the city center, and they usually took the bus to work.

John secretly grabbed Hermione's hand and intertwined their fingers... Listening to the clanging sounds in the kitchen, Hermione panicked and tried to break away.

"What are you doing? Aunt Catherine is still in the kitchen..."

"Merry Christmas, honey."

"...Merry Christmas...my boy."

...

In the principal's office at Hogwarts, an old man with slicked back hair was lying on the principal's chair, holding the back of his head and looking at Dumbledore opposite.

"So you usually sit here and receive your not-so-cute students?"

"Newt is a great student...in every sense of the word."

"Yeah, yeah, he's in his 20s and still dealing with those damn Sniffs all day long...I guess he must have few friends."

Grindelwald nodded casually. He didn't hold any grudge against that little freckle and his disobedient niffler for making him look embarrassed!

"You are also a professor now, Gellert...remember to be nice to the children, as you promised me."

"I don't know what it is about this school that's worth all the effort you put into it...but I'll give it a try. Merry Christmas, Albus."

"Merry Christmas."

"You want to know what your Christmas present is?"

"woollen socks?"

"Well, there is still a home."

...

"Tell me more about Harry Potter, please? Please, my favorite Patsy."

In Charlie's house, Ginny was hanging on Patsy's back, twisting and acting like a baby.

"I really don't know what's good about that kid. Didn't he just happen to defeat the mysterious man..." Charlie, who was sitting next to him, said sourly.

Patsy had just told the story about Harry grabbing the Golden Snitch to turn the tide during the match between Harry and Slytherin... This made Ginny very excited. She was very proud of her idol.

Merlin's beard!When Charlie was still on the school's Quidditch team, he would crush Slytherin every year in exchange for the little girl's casual perfunctory... Wasn't it just to grab a Golden Snitch?The outcome of Quidditch mainly depends on the level of the Chaser and Keeper, the Seeker is just the icing on the cake!

He, Charlie, is the strongest goalkeeper in the history of Hogwarts, known as Alex's Shield!

"Children, it's time to eat!"

Several people hurriedly walked to the dining table and sat down.

Arthur held up the cup and looked at the family watching him at the table.

"Merry Christmas."

...

"Who are you? The new secretary?" Tony took out a bottle of whiskey from the wine cabinet and turned to look at the woman standing at the door of the president's lounge.

"Virginia Pepper Potts, sir." Pepper was a little nervous. Stark Group was currently the most powerful group on the market, and she didn't want to lose her job because of her carelessness.

"Okay, Miss Potts, Merry Christmas." Tony raised the wine glass he had just filled with wine and motioned to Pepper.

"Um...Merry Christmas, Mr. Stark."

Well, she is a pretty rigid woman, not my type.Tony looked her over and lost interest.He waved his hand, indicating that Pepper should go about her business, turned around, walked to the sofa, and lay down on it.

Which actress should I look for today?

Thanks to those damn media for describing him as a playboy who only wanted to have fun after his biological father died, so that he can continue to live and drink unscrupulously without being suspected by the organization his father mentioned... As for the little drop in the stock price ?

Come on, isn't it just to make money, sprinkle it with water.

...

In the black market of Knockturn Alley, Quirrell was wearing a cloak and asked furtively to a cloaked man hiding in the corner.

"Do you have unicorn blood?"

"You're crazy. Who dares to kill that thing?"

The cloaked man seemed to feel bad luck, waved his hand to Quirrell, and walked away from him in a hurry.

Looking at the newly added Christmas decorations all around, Quirrell felt an inextricable loneliness and envy in his heart... He was already in darkness, but he had never seen the light.

"My servant, everything will be fine. There are unicorns in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts... When I get their blood, I can get my power back... That is, you are the biggest contributor! "

Voldemort's suppressed voice came from under the hood of the cloak. He was strengthening his belief as a servant... Of course, existing in the back of Quirrell's head, he used some small means to interfere with the brain of this complicated servant.

"Oh, of course I believe you, my great master."

Quirrell's voice was low, but his tone was extremely humble, like a dog waiting for its master to feed him.

Quirrell took another look at the Christmas wreath hanging on the door of the shop next door, turned back and whispered

"Merry Christmas, my lord."

"Well...Merry Christmas, my dear and faithful servant."

...

"Hermione, do you want to hear a story?"

On the windowsill, John wrapped the quilt around the two of them, holding Hermione as before.

Hermione squeezed her body into John's arms... Their bodies had grown a bit fast in the past few years, and the window sill was no longer big enough for two people.

"Well, you tell me."

She looked outside and saw that the moon in the sky was half covered by clouds. The thin moonlight shone down on the adults chatting in the garden, on the windows covered with frost, and on the In the palm of her hand.

John grabbed Hermione's outstretched little hand, pulled it back into Hermione's arms and squeezed it tightly... Even he felt a little cold with the temperature tonight.

"This story is about a puppy, his name is Hachiko..."

The moon gradually hid itself in the clouds, and Lewis and the others began to pack up the barbecue tools below. The hour hand was already making a new circle... and the story came to an end.

"Finally, when the old professor's daughter found Hachiko, she found that he was lying where he usually waited for the old professor to get off work. He had already made no sound... Merry Christmas, Hermione."

He lowered his head and kissed the girl's eyes. The warm touch awakened the girl, and she kissed him back.

"Merry Christmas, John."