Chapter 71 Christmas
Once you have an outline, it's easy to fill in the details.
A legend - these words are destined to make the story impossible to be dull.
Andrew actually felt that what he wrote was quite exaggerated. The entire Hogwarts library is so big. Not to mention that he is proficient in all of it. Just pick out any subject individually. How many people can say that they have roughly read the relevant books?
If Andrew wrote that Dumbledore spent every day in the library, studied for seven years, and finally became a legend through hard work, then there would be no need to think about it, the rejecting owl would not even fly, and the manuscript would simply disappear into the sea.
Although that is an exaggeration - no one will calculate it, and the editor will only think that you have wasted his precious time.
Dumbledore should have finished reading all the books in the library in his first year, and then started to dominate the main house and crush the outer houses. The library he had read in one year was like an armor with thin fabric but unparalleled defense. All are perfect settings.
If you want a legendary story, you have to spend seven years squatting in the library, and both Andrew and the editor will starve to death - who wants to read this!
Anyway, after identifying Peeves, a treasure-level existence in Hogwarts that can increase the credibility of the story by 70%, Andrew's work progressed so fast that even Calvin was gone. According to the outline, Andrew That’s it for character dialogue and interspersed plots.
In such a pleasant rush time, the holidays passed quickly, and soon the day before Christmas came.
Before Andrew was ready for this holiday and was about to go to Professor McGonagall's office to continue familiarizing himself with the documents, a note left on his desk told him the importance of this holiday.
[You have three days off from tomorrow, please enjoy Christmas, Mr. Taylor
——Minerva McGonagall. 】
This note woke up Andrew who was used to life these days - a holiday that could attract Professor McGonagall's attention really made him have to brace himself to deal with it.
After listening to a few more people at the dinner table, he immediately understood the importance of this festival - the festival has not yet come, and everyone has already begun to plan what kind of gifts they will prepare or what kind of gifts they will receive. .
‘Fortunately, it’s not too late. ’
Although it was too late to carefully select a cost-effective gift, thanks to Dumbledore, he was able to come up with a gift that would not be criticized.
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‘There’s nothing we can do in the yard... Go back and bring a gift during the summer vacation. It would be outrageous to send it by owl. ’
'As for a roommate, Bell likes Quidditch, so just give him a set of hardcover books related to Quidditch. Hughes likes history, so a hardcover set of History of the Goblin Rebellion would be fine. ’
There is nothing wrong with giving books, especially if they are of a type that the other person likes.
'But Kevin, the charm enthusiast, and Hal, the fun-loving guy... have a set of hardcover quills each. '
A bookstore and a stationery store, Owl mail order solved the problem - the price is roughly the same, a little expensive, but Peeves will pay for this purchase.
Forget about the previous clubs... the people I met during morning jogging were just casual acquaintances during the half semester...
As for Nellie, Andrew and the other party had a good communication when they were experimenting with magic spells, and there would be opportunities for cooperation in the future. Andrew added another quill to his order.
Several Gryffindor prefects knew each other because of work in the office, so they couldn't send it away. Percy had a better relationship, but he was dragged down by the others - he couldn't send it away for the time being.
Professor McGonagall... Andrew thought about it and gave a thick notepad that he brought from the Muggle world. He couldn't give an expensive one like he gave it to his roommate.
The rest seems to be gone.
After coming to Hogwarts for half a year, Andrew didn't know many people - first he stepped into the fire pit, and he had to force himself not to lose his temper and quit the club to waste more time in the club where he was supposed to make friends, and then he dived into the library. If it weren't for the magic that increases with age, he would probably stay there now.
'It's indeed like what they said is over-indulgence. Fortunately, the relationship within the dormitory is good, otherwise it would be even more scary...'
"I'm going to work hard on you today, Qiangwei."
Andrew looked at his owl, which responded with a very determined voice. "very good!"
He rubbed its head, unloaded the money bag and letters, added a row of rat-made subscriptions to the order form, and inserted the corresponding coins.
"Go!"
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The next morning, when Andrew woke up from the empty dormitory, there was already a small pile of packages piled on the ground.
His roommates each gave him a beautiful self-correcting notebook, a whole box of lemon gummies, and an ultra-rare chocolate frog card (a generous, top-notch rare card. Bell said in the note attached to the letter that if it weren’t for him If you eat duplicates, you will never give them to him) and a wizard toy Variety Egg (for children, a different type of small animal will appear every time you open it, but unfortunately it cannot run).
Andrew chewed the gummy and tried to open and close the egg a few times - he found that there was a very clever transformation technique hidden in this thing, but that was all.
‘You can figure it out once you dismantle it, but it’s not possible yet. ’
He put the eggs away and began to unpack other packages.
‘You’re really not afraid of my death! ’
The next slightly larger package shocked Andrew as soon as it was opened - luckily the elf didn't have the habit of opening packages, otherwise this package from a magazine would have killed him.
A dozen ultra-luxury-level quills. Different from the so-called hardcover set that Andrew ordered, each of these pens has been carefully cast with the ultimate magic spell - this is something that only masters can do. to the level.
And the materials are also luxurious and worthy of the manufacturer - Andrew only recognized two kinds, one was the largest number of four peacock feathers, and the remaining kind was also the material of the least one quill. It was a phoenix feather made of the same material as the decoration he had seen in Professor McGonagall's office (where the hell did you get it?).
Andrew didn't recognize the rest of the feathers, but they were definitely of the same quality - and from the looks of it, they were not the kind of general-purpose feathers, but a few carefully selected from a pile of high-quality feathers.
Although the other party in the letter only expressed his gratitude, hoped that he would take good care of himself, and sent his sincere blessings, Andrew still read a strong sense of reminder.
‘Who dares to use this! ’
Good things are good things, but Andrew could only go to the box and carefully seal the pen at the bottom of the box.
…
This is?
He was stunned for a moment and opened the last package - it was extremely ugly.
It was an old brass pocket watch.
[Sorry... I don't have enough pocket money to buy a new one, I hope this helps... The radio says that if I can't see what the other person lacks, a note list is always fine...
…
Neville Longbottom]
He tried to open the watch and use it, and found that every time it was pressed, it would display a thing to be done on the dial and an approximate amount of time until it was completed - and the only pointer was moving one thing at a time.
‘Is this something with a bit of a thought-reading feature? ’
Andrew nodded and put it away nicely - it's a pity that it would be even more rude to not be able to make up a gift.
(End of chapter)