HP: Hogwarts, but pro-generation

I can’t describe what this feeling is like.

Xia was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling with lifeless eyes. In another room a few steps away from her, Ander's eyes could not focus. He was also lying on the bed in a dull, peaceful state, like a corpse.

He kept telling himself to be patient, patient, and patient... but not at all!

"James Potter!" The green-eyed boy lifted the quilt at an unpredictable speed and then wrapped the brown-eyed boy, who had not yet reacted, in the quilt. He tried to smile and said to the man in the quilt in a weird tone: "Please give me a reasonable explanation for the fact that you broke into my room at 7:30 in the morning, jumped on my bed, and made my calves bear weights that they should not bear three times."

"Add a little more and bang on my door like crazy for a minute." Xia leaned against Ander's door. She yawned and looked a little lazy.

Ander received Xia's message. He gave Xia an affirmative look and then increased the strength to restrain James.

James, who was clamped, stretched out a trembling hand from under the quilt and made an OK gesture. He waited until the force that was pressing him down was completely gone before he poked his head out from under the quilt.

"Ahem." He cleared his throat solemnly, "Please allow me to explain a little to you two."

Xia had already walked to the side of Ander's bed. The two siblings, who looked very similar, crossed their arms over their chests and looked coldly and ruthlessly - from James's perspective - at this friend they had played with since childhood.

James didn't waste any more time. He raised a package in his hand and stabbed it straight into Ander and Xia's faces.

The brother and sister took a step back because of this action, which gave James some space to breathe. He jumped off the bed nimbly and said triumphantly, "Look, what this is."

Xia stroked her chin and thought seriously, but her still unclear mind was not enough for her to give an answer that would satisfy James. She said, "A package?"

James waved his hands, with an expression that said "I knew you didn't know" and pretended not to care: "Alas, a hooting owl knocked on my window today..."

Ender rolled his eyes. Now he knew what it was.

“I’m still wondering who sends me packages on holiday?”

Ender couldn't help but rolled his eyes again and complained silently: If you know the owl's name, how can you not know its owner?

"After all, I am always so popular~"

This statement cannot be refuted. James was indeed very popular with most people in Hogwarts. Especially after winning the Quidditch Cup, his popularity in Gryffindor was simply terrifying.

"Later I found out it was Lily. She sent me the game console she promised to give me." James' smile deepened, and he sighed, "Merlin -"

"Besides, do you know what day it is today?" This time, James finally saw satisfactory confusion on the faces of the brother and sister. He snorted twice and said, "In the far east, today is an important day..."

Before he could finish his words, the familiar voices of Xia and Ander came from the door, "Okay, kids, it's time to go downstairs for dinner."

Xia and Ander looked at Mrs. Priest with a smile on her face in surprise and said in unison, "Grandma!"

Mrs. Priest looked at the noisy children and said in surprise, "It seems that I have disturbed the morning gathering of three little wizards."

"Of course not, ma'am." James blinked. "I was just about to tell them what day it was."

"Today?" Mrs. Priest was not able to react for a moment when she heard James' words, then she suddenly realized, "It seems that you are talking about the Qiqiao Festival in the East?"

James' expression became even more impressive, and he said, "Of course, this is considered Valentine's Day in the East, right?"

In fact, after James received Lily's package, he ran straight to the Hopes' house to find Ender and Xia. His knowledge of this festival was limited to the one or two words he heard when he greeted the adults downstairs.

Mrs. Priest looked at James with some amusement. "That's true, but there are many stories behind this festival. You can learn more about it when you grow up."

"Like you and Grandfather did? Traveling around China?"

Xia's eyes were bright. Seeing her granddaughter's expectant look, Mrs. Priest's heart softened. "Yes, dear."

"But there are more important things now." She rubbed Xia's head and said gently: "We are going downstairs to eat. I think your mother will start to urge you in a while."

"Hey! The four guys upstairs, are you still at home? If you were, you should have come down five minutes ago!" Anna's voice came from downstairs.

Mrs. Priest shrugged. "Well, after all, that's what I pushed her to do—before she became a mother."