I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

The Christmas holidays are here.

The students of Hogwarts packed their bags and left this ancient school.

It’s still a white Christmas this year, and the cold has forced students to put on winter clothes.

Fourth and sixth grade are the few times where you can relax. Other students are busy with their exams and graduation.

Stella is spending Christmas at school this year.

He lived as if both his parents were dead, and his father, Percy, was busy with affairs in the magical kingdom.

The mother also had to travel back and forth between the wizarding world and the Muggle world to deal with things caused by wizards.

Alice gets on the leaving train, and Stella bids him farewell.

Lewis said that he was reluctant to leave Stella, but he walked away faster than anyone else.

Stella felt that this might be because Lewis's study plan made him almost out of breath.

I hope he doesn't fail the exam this year.

"I really miss you, but if I don't come home, my mother will send me piles of howling letters from owls."

Lewis said: "You'd better be careful about Snape. He's always been mysterious recently. He ran out of class last time."

Speaking of this, Lewis shuddered, "He had a scary expression when he came back. I think he might have secretly raised a basilisk in the school to get rid of disobedient students."

Stella was speechless and said: "You always say this to him, which makes him particularly targeted towards Gryffindor."

"Not at all. I heard that he didn't like Gryffindor before." Lewis wanted to say something else, but the train was about to start, so he had to say goodbye hastily, "I wish you a happy Christmas, I will let the owl Send the gift."

"Bye-Bye."

Stella and Lewis say goodbye.

The train started, carrying Hogwarts students on their way home.

Stella stood there waving his hand until the train disappeared from sight, then he put down his hand.

This year seems to be particularly lonely. Stephens, who has shined in the school league, chose to rush to Magic University this year.

Both the school and his parents agreed with his approach. Professor McGonagall believed that Stephens could become an excellent wizard at the University of Magic with his talent.

The famous adventurer Mr. Diggory made a special trip to the school. The charming Mr. Diggory is the proud disciple of Professor Pomona Sprout.

That whole day, the corners of Professor Sprout's lips never turned down.

Professor Longbottom and Professor Diggory said something mysteriously, but Stella didn't hear it clearly. It seemed to be about some secret room or something.

Professor Digory burst out laughing after hearing this, making Professor Longbottom particularly helpless.

Mrs. Diggory is an Oriental mother who is proud that her son has chosen to go to college.

Stella envied Stephens for having such parents.

It seems that my parents have held the future in high esteem since I was a child, which is something my younger brothers would not have.

Sometimes Stella doesn't understand that her parents and uncles have special expectations for her.

When I was little, my father often said, "Stella, you have three stars in your name."

This seems to be the reason why his father has special expectations for him.

Stella John Weasley.

After Stella became wise, he began to know the meaning of his name.

The weight of the Witch King made this child, who was not as outstanding as his parents imagined, somewhat breathless.

"I really envy Uncle Fred and his children." Stella was lying in a dormitory alone.

He tucked in the quilt and looked at the dots on the curtain.

Go to sleep.

When he ate the ninth piece of cherry jam mousse cake in his dream, he finally realized that it was noon.

He hurriedly washed up and headed to the auditorium for dinner.

As soon as he came in, he received a Christmas Eve gift from Filch, a fierce look, and muttering something.

It seemed that he was complaining about sleeping too late, which made the administrator almost go to Gryffindor Tower to provide wake-up service.

Stella was really glad that she did not enjoy this service.

There were not that many people, and the extra tables in the auditorium were taken away.

Stella enjoyed the privilege of sitting at the same table as the professors.

Professor Howlett was sitting in his seat, tasting the cigars he brought back from his travels around the Muggle world. The smell made Stella feel that it was not as good as the interesting trick tobacco leaves sold in Uncle Fred's shop.

But it seems that adults like the taste.

Professor Flitwick was not one of them, he didn't like the taste.

"Jesus, Howlett, you seem to be sucking rotten leaves into your mouth."

"That's it, this tastes very good."

The two of them talked about each other, ever since the magical country officially integrated with the Muggle world.

When the Magical Kingdom opened a tourist route to the Muggle world, Professor Howlett was the first to take advantage of it.

Stella looked around.

Professor Longbottom went back to spend the holidays with his family.

Professor Sprout was talking about the cultivation soil of those mandrakes. My old best friend Professor McGonagall was obviously a little tired of listening, but she still had to keep smiling.

The centaur professor who was in charge of divination never shared the food with them.

Stella didn't see Snape and thought of Lewis' words.

Snape has been very worried lately, and some students even saw Snape counting his fallen hairs.

This made them curious as to what was worrying the Head of Slytherin.

Or did Snape do something shameful?

When Stella was a child, she hid her brother's toys, and he was also very anxious after doing bad things.

Delicious on the table.

House elves do not have the concept of holidays, and they will choose to continue working diligently after the students have holidays.

Stella thought of that annoying Celestial Spirit. After that time, the Celestial Spirit seemed to have never appeared in the kitchen again.

Stella is still very grateful to Xiaolong for protecting Alice.

After the meal, Stella, as one of the few students staying in school, could only look forward to Christmas gifts.

In the owl loft, he found his owl and wrote letters to his friends.

The days go on like this.

Christmas comes on this day.

Stella got up early and went to the Gryffindor common room.

There are only three Gryffindors staying in school, and the other two are seventh-year students who are preparing to find jobs.

Stella came to the Christmas tree and saw a pile of gifts.

Above are gifts from my family and friends.

There were cases where people flattered the Minister of Magic and sent gifts to Stella, but in exchange for this, Percy became furious, and the Ministry of Magic official who sent the gift was directly demoted to an employee.

No one does it anymore.

Stella opened a gift from her family.

A new toy from Uncle Fred, and a secret book from Uncle George that disappears after writing.

Uncle Bill sent a book full of advanced magical theories.

This was completely incomprehensible to Stella, and he could only wait until he was in seventh grade before studying the books of these magic scholars.

Uncle Charlie sent a set of Quidditch practice balls, which Stella couldn't put down.

Aunt Ginny sent a new type of broomstick. She and Miss Lovegood did a little business and seemed to make a lot of money.

Uncle Ron sent a lot of food.

Stella took the multi-flavored beans inside and put them into her mouth. They were chili-flavored and made him look for water to drink.

Open the gifts one by one, down to the last one.

Stella popped the last braised bean into her mouth. The gift had no name on it.

He was curious who sent it.

After opening it, there was a piece of letter paper inside.

He blinked. Does it require magic to appear?

Uncle Fred and the others had given such things before.

He took out his wand and held it against the blank letter.

The next second, the letter paper was as big as a quilt.

Wrap Stella in.

Stella was kidnapped?

...

"Help!"

Stella yelled at the top of her lungs as he struggled to free himself from the white letter.

He tore open the letter and climbed out, looking up.

He was actually at the station.

Before he could figure out the reason, he saw a speeding train heading this way.

Is the holiday over?

not at all.

The train stops.

The car door slowly opened.

A man in a bowler hat came out.

"Isn't this Stella? Did you know that my master is coming and came here specially to greet you?"

Stella swallowed hard, the sound making him shiver.

He slowly raised his head and looked at that familiar smiling face. Should he cry or laugh?

"Professor W-Wick."

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