Azkaban: The Fifth House of Hogwarts

(There is a small bug in the previous chapter. The time to go home is Christmas Eve, the day before Christmas, and the Christmas party is the next day, but it does not affect the viewing.)

Perhaps the Weasley family had a mixed Christmas this year. They were happy about the good news brought by the twins and the surprise of being reunited with the whole family, but they were also worried that Ron's stubborn ideas might make things worse.

But none of this has anything to do with Harry at Hogwarts.

"Rollo! Shouldn't you go home like Hermione and the others?"

But when he saw Rollo during dinner, Harry couldn't believe his eyes.

"I would like to go home." Rollo shrugged, "But there is no one at home."

Nowadays, Rollo, who cannot even protect himself, cannot or dare not leave Hogwarts.

Those eyes staring at him from the dark are something that Rollo has always cared about. Unless Dumbledore is escorting him, Rollo will not leave the school easily. But Dumbledore is very busy, talking to the milk-drinking cowboy. Same.

"Sorry, I forgot you are too..."

Harry spoke awkwardly.

"Brother, why are you sorry? Don't we still have a new home? Hogwarts is very good."

"That's true." Harry nodded with a smile. He indeed regarded Hogwarts as his second home.

Harry, who was originally feeling a little depressed because his friends had all left, was in a much better mood now. The two of them were chatting and unknowingly talked about Christmas gifts.

"I bet Rollo, your bedside will be piled with packages tomorrow morning. During this time, at least 50 people have asked me and Draco about what you like."

"If I receive a lot of small gifts mixed with love potions, I'm afraid there will be no other better solution besides a headache."

Rollo, who is quite impressed by the "wildness" of witches in the magical world, is honestly not used to this love style of "falling for him when you love him". Maybe he is not a bohemian and orthodox member of Sad Wind at heart. Rollo thinks about this Thanks for not being sensitive.

"Love potion?" Harry really didn't recognize this potion, which had not yet appeared in the textbooks.

"A love potion that can make people crazy about you, but this potion cannot bring real love. In fact, I feel that this thing should be included in the contraband, maybe because it is not difficult to make, the Ministry of Magic That’s probably why you can’t ban it even if you want to.”

"Alas, magic is not all about convenience. There are headaches everywhere."

Rollo sighed slightly and felt helpless, "But if you are free tomorrow, how about you come and help me unpack the package? Slytherin's password is "honor in the body". After unpacking the package quickly, I will go to the library to read books early. .”

"No problem, I'll be there on time at eight o'clock tomorrow."

Harry nodded, agreeing immediately. This kind of trivial matter was just a piece of cake, and he was happy to help.

"I'll see you then. I still have a few books to read. I wish you a sweet dream tonight."

After saying goodbye to Rollo, Harry also returned to the lounge. With nothing to do, he quickly fell asleep after finishing his holiday homework, and was looking forward to the arrival of Christmas Day.

As wizards in the magical world, they do not believe in gods. The gods of the church and the Holy Son are actually just like that in the eyes of wizards. The so-called miracles can be done by magic, which is considered by Muggles. It's a miracle of God's power that sometimes a little magic can do it easily.

The reason why they celebrate Christmas is simple, because it is Merlin's birthday. As a legendary wizard who has a profound influence on the European wizarding world, Merlin is a very influential figure.

As Muggle-born wizards continue to pour into the magical world, Christmas, which falls on the same day as Merlin's birthday, has been accepted by wizards. Compared with the illusory Son, isn't the real wizard legend more sacred?

When Harry opened his eyes, the genius outside had just turned on. Harry rubbed his eyes and stood up, put on his glasses, and then quickly got up without even wearing a coat and walked to the end of the bed.

There were many packages, large and small, all of which were gifts prepared for him by his friends. Although the number was not particularly large, Harry could not even think about these when he lived at the Dursley's.

The 50p coins came from Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia. Hermione sent a large box of chocolate frogs, Draco sent a phoenix quill, Hagrid sent a hand-made flute, and Fred and George sent Here comes their only completed prank product: a super giant dung egg (edible) that can be used to destroy corpses and traces.

However, no one should want to eat this... Harry hesitated for a moment, but finally closed the box tightly, thinking about when to serve it to Peeves.

"Nimbus 2001!" Harry smiled happily after seeing Rollo's gift. The officially numbered Nimbus 2001 was not a trial product, but a necessary stocking up before release, and the number 001 is definitely worth collecting.

But after looking at almost all the gifts, Harry didn't see the gift from Ron.

"Maybe it's because he didn't have time to prepare?"

Because the twins had told him before that they would talk to Rollo after they returned, Harry still had little expectations for Ron.

After all, several months had passed, and Harry himself had forgotten the previous unpleasantness, but Ron had always ignored him, so naturally he would not take the initiative to come forward, but on Christmas, he still I sent Ron a small gift, which was a pair of the latest wizard chess sets.

Although he was a little disappointed, this did not affect Harry's joy in opening the last package. There was no name on this package, and it was light and almost weightless.

As soon as it was opened, a liquid-like, silver-gray substance flowed from the torn gap onto the floor, gathering into a shiny pile.

Harry, who was suddenly curious, reached out and picked up this strange object. It felt cold to the touch, as if he was holding a ball of water film.

But when Harry unfolded it, he was surprised to find that half of his body covered by this thing disappeared in the mirror.

"An...invisibility cloak that can make people invisible?"

Harry leaned over a page of paper that fell to the ground. The message written on it in beautiful cursive calligraphy was:

Your father left this thing to me before he died.

It should be returned to you now.

Use it well.

Sincerely wish you a Merry Christmas.

There was no signature, but Harry stared at the note in a daze and didn't recover for a while.

This is the first time he has seen someone take the initiative to tell him news about his father, and this is actually a relic left by his father?

After Harry came back to his senses, he ran to the bedside uneasily, grabbed his coat and put it on himself, then quickly ran downstairs with the note and the invisibility cloak.

Hogwarts was still deserted at this moment. His footsteps spread loudly and he ran to the entrance of the Slytherin lounge in one breath. Harry held his knees and was a little out of breath. Even due to lack of oxygen, he couldn't hold his breath for a while. Only then did he remember the password that Rollo told him yesterday.

"Glory to the body."

The damp wall slid open, revealing the passageway to the Slytherin common room.

According to the brass sign on the door, Harry quickly found Rollo's room. Except for him, the other little wizards all lived in a five-person room. Rollo arrived late during the sorting, so the elf stayed alone. He packed up a dormitory.

The knock on the door was answered quickly. Rollo, who got up at seven o'clock every day, was already awake, but he was still a little surprised to see Harry come so early.

"There's still more than half an hour until eight o'clock... Did you run here?"

"Sit down, take a rest and take a breath. If you don't miss this time, I'll get you a glass of water."

As he said that, Rollo was about to leave when Harry grabbed him.

"That's not it. I received a relic from my father. It's an invisibility cloak, Rollo!"

Harry was very excited and couldn't wait to show Rollo the Invisibility Cloak, but he still had a question he wanted to hear someone talk to him about.

"But I don't know if it's true. It's very strange, isn't it? And the person who sent it hasn't left his name yet, which is a little weird."

"Good vigilance." Rollo glanced at the note in Harry's hand and patted his shoulder with a smile.

"By the way, there's also this, which came with the invisibility cloak."

Harry showed the note and said with some worry: "Does this clothes really belong to my father? He already..." ten years ago.

"Of course you can believe that this is from Professor Dumbledore. I have seen such beautiful but fancy handwriting in his office. He wrote it correctly."

"What...Professor Dumbledore?" Harry, who was suddenly confused, was stunned. "My father left this to the professor before he died?"

"Maybe it was borrowed, but it's back to the original owner now, Harry."

Luo Lei, who originally wanted to say something, paused and did not continue.

He knew that this invisibility cloak was the one in the Deathly Hallows. Compared to the invisibility cloak woven by the invisible beast, the invisibility cloak circulated in the Potter family was almost one of the top magical creations.

No magic can see through this cloak, except for some magical beings who can see into the soul.

If this dress had been in James' hands when Voldemort invaded, maybe Harry would not be the only one to survive.

Although this is likely to result in Voldemort not being terminated that night as predicted, at least it will bring a glimmer of hope to Harry's family.

But Rollo couldn't say, he couldn't explain why he recognized it as the invisibility cloak mentioned in the Deathly Hallows. Explaining this would also cause a certain rift between Dumbledore and Harry, and when the old fox knew After this incident, I won't let myself go easily.

Dumbledore was indeed born in Gryffindor, but his shrewdness was not inferior to that of Slytherin himself.

Geniuses are complicated by nature, let alone an extraordinary talent like Dumbledore?He has become an irreconcilable friend with Grindelwald, so naturally he cannot be completely white and clean. The brighter and shining he is, the darker and slender his shadow becomes.

Rollo also needed to be on good terms with Dumbledore, so naturally he couldn't do such stupid things.

"Put him away." Luo Luo gave him a reassuring look, "If you are still a little unable to calm down, then come and help me unpack it. There are a lot of things here, but remember to be careful. It's 90.00 % of the packages contain some... small danger."

"Smell it, before you unpack it, the smell of the love potion has already leaked out. What I smell is... um... grass?"

Harry came back to his senses and sniffed hard, but he did not smell the aroma of grass that Rollo said, but the faint wood aroma of broomsticks that he liked very much.

"The love potion will make everyone smell what they like, anyway, it is to induce people to drink it."

Rollo, who guessed Harry's thoughts, smiled.

"But as long as you don't eat it, there will be no problem. Except for Hermione, all the packages of the girls should be piled together, especially snacks and so on. Although I am sorry to let them down, but this is really not edible. .”

"Oh, really?"

Harry scratched his head, put the invisibility cloak beside Rollo's bed, sat on the small chair and looked up at the huge pile of packages that had reached the ceiling.

"We can also practice the levitation spell by the way."

"That's right."

Harry pulled out his wand from his coat pocket and waved it at the pile of gifts.

"Let me see...the first one is from Setina...it should be a girl, right?"

"You can keep this one, Cetina is an exception."

Rollo took the package from Harry's hand. It was heavy and not light at all.

"Let me see..."

He tore open the packaging bag and opened a crack in the small box inside.

"Kids don't look."

Rollo held down Harry's stretched out head and said, "Not suitable for children, don't look at anything inappropriate."

"Cough cough cough..."

Rollo, whose face was slightly red, coughed a few times and pretended to be calm as he carefully put the box into his storage bag.

"Then who is Setina?"

Harry, who had a nosy look on his face, came over with a teasing smirk on his lips.

"A very good friend, a very good kind. If there is a chance later, I will take her to get to know you."

"Hurry up and start. There are at least one or two hundred here."

Rollo urged, and the slightly unnatural embarrassment disappeared from his face.

(This chapter is a little short, 4K, but this is the third draft that I re-wrote after deleting it. Everyone should have guessed that this plot is about Ron’s deteriorating friendship. Because it was a drastic change, it was delayed a lot. Time will be of great use later.

The first grade needs to be more disciplined, and the main plot changes after that will be a bit big. There is no choice but to lay the groundwork during this period, otherwise it will be too abrupt.

Regarding the content of Cetina, there will also be a big surprise here. It won’t be long before Cetina can walk out of the Forbidden Forest openly and in a very reasonable way. How about taking a guess?If you guess it right, I will update it every day.

By the way, I want to ask here, I made Neville the Sword Master, and today I went crazy and wrote the Tyrant of the Rock King of Hogwarts. What do you want to see?This book is guaranteed to be updated at 4-6K per day. I will write two copies of it. I will at least not starve to death with two copies. )