Chapter 63 Draco and the Diary (please read)
It is foreseeable that Mr. Daweima will only be able to survive in this world in the form of a Flobber caterpillar.
Harry didn't feel that he was cruel. Compared to the people who were killed by Dawima on the wanted notice, this was already a very merciful punishment.
It's just that Harry didn't pay attention when passing by and stepped on the Flobber caterpillar.
All the way back to the restaurant, Harry waited in the bathroom until the age-enhancing potion wore off, then changed his clothes and sat in front of Ron. Ron then raised his head belatedly.
"Hey, buddy." Ron greeted: "What took you so long?"
"My stomach doesn't feel right," Harry said. "I think we should go back. Maybe Mr. Granger is already waiting outside anxiously."
"Okay." Ron then picked up his precious wand.
When Harry walked out of the Leaky Cauldron, he saw the proud Mr. Granger.
"Uncle Granger," he and Ron greeted together.
"Little guys." Mr. Granger opened his arms and gave the two of them a hug with a smile: "Let's go to Harrods to buy some things and then go home."
It could be seen that Mr. Granger was really happy. Harry and Ron each got a donut, which was said to be from an American chain brand.
Unable to resist Mr. Granger's enthusiasm, Harry and Ron decided to stay one more night at Granger's house.
Uncle Granger promised to send them both back early tomorrow morning.
After getting the new wand, Ron was eager to try it out and wanted to compete with Hermione, but since the little wizard was not allowed to cast spells outside the school, he could only think about it.
"Really, there are obviously no such rules at home." Ron muttered.
"Because we are in a Muggle neighborhood," Hermione said. "Think about it. As soon as a spell is cast, the Ministry of Magic can pinpoint our home and know who is casting the spell without even having to identify it - —Let me see, who in this little wizard’s family can cast spells? ”
After spending another night at Granger's house, Mr. Granger drove them to the Leaky Cauldron early the next morning.
The two took the express back to Hogwarts. Since it was a holiday, the castle was a little deserted, with only a few students reading in the auditorium.
There were only two of them left in the dormitory, and the room was already filled with Christmas gifts.
"Look, this is the sweater my mother knitted."
Ron dug out his own share from the gift and held up the sweater. There was a big "R" embroidered on the chest of the sweater.
"My mother knitted it. I heard that Percy, Fred and George all have it, and so do you and Hermione." Ron said, "But you and Hermione are both 'H', and the slightly larger one is Hermione's." Clothes, yours should be a little smaller.”
Girls' bodies always develop earlier than boys, not to mention Hermione is one year older than them.
Without saying a word, Harry took the gift from Ron and put on the blue sweater.
"It's quite warm." Harry said with a smile, "I like this sweater very much."
He stretched his body and looked down to see a thin gift.
It was given to him by Aunt Petunia.
"What is this?" Ron came up and asked.
Harry shrugged and said to Ron: "It was a gift from my aunt, I don't know what it is."
He opened the gift and took out several photos.
The person above turned out to be his mother, Lily.
"Ah, it's my mother." Harry said in surprise, he twisted it, "There are five pictures in total, all about my mother."
Ron came over, looked at the photo, and admired sincerely: "Your mother is so beautiful."
"Who says it's not?" Harry continued to look through the pages with a smile, having already decided in his mind what gift to give to his aunt.
Just give me some beauty potions for the sake of these photos, he thought.
Ron suddenly pointed to a photo and exclaimed: "Ah, this...why does this person look so familiar?" Harry looked down and saw that the girl in the photo was holding the arm of a young man, hiding it with a warm smile. There was a slight gloom on the young man's face.
The young man has black hair, is greasy, and is wearing a large black robe...
"It's Professor Snape." Harry was convinced at a glance and said to Ron: "Look, I just said that Professor Snape and my parents are good friends, right? I think I know what I should give What a gift from Professor Snape.”
"What to give?" Ron asked.
"Just this photo." Harry shrugged, pulled out an envelope from the drawer, and stuffed the photo into it.
"Hedwig?" Harry said, "Send this picture to Professor Snape for me."
After sending Hedwig away, Harry went on to look through the gifts, including the flute given to him by Hagrid, the cookies given to him by the Weasley twins, the uplifting potion and some potion ingredients given to him by Miss Farley. A large box of horseshoe-shaped chocolates from Hermione...
He took out a piece of silvery fabric from the gift, like a piece of clothing woven from water.
"Wow, this is... the invisibility cloak?" Harry said with raised eyebrows.
He had seen such clothes before, and Cassandra had one.
"Look, a note fell out of it." Ron suddenly pointed to the bottom of the clothes and said.
Check out the 16-9 book bar and see the correct version!
Harry put the Invisibility Cloak aside and picked up the letter.
On it, written in a slender, circle-within-a-circle font that he had never seen before, were the following lines:
"Your father left this thing to me before he died. Now it should be returned to you and put to good use. I sincerely wish you a Merry Christmas."
"Who sent this?" Harry turned the note over doubtfully. There was no signature on it.
"Maybe he is your father's friend." Ron looked at the invisibility cloak with envy: "If I can get such a good thing, I would rather ask for nothing."
Harry held the note and fell into deep thought. He always felt that he had seen such writing somewhere before.
……
Harry and the others were not the only ones to receive gifts on Christmas. Draco, who was far away in Malfoy Manor, also received a Christmas gift of his own.
The young master's life is always unpretentious and boring. Just as he shows off, his father can buy him the best. The Christmas gifts he receives every year are also the best among his peers.
But Draco was not as obsessed with gifts as Dudley. He spent an afternoon sorting the gifts into categories and placing them in the small study room opposite the door.
It was also his first time to come to this small study room, which was said to have been owned by an ancestor.
After he put the gift away, he heard a snap.
A notebook fell out of nowhere and landed right behind him.
Draco picked up the notebook and looked at it carefully.
The style of this notebook is a bit old, but it is not out of date. The outer cover, which still looks like brand new from the factory, shines brightly under the light, indicating that this notebook is extraordinary.
Draco fell in love with this notebook almost instantly. He asked the house elf to give him a quill and ink, and sat at the desk nearby, intending to sign his name on the notebook.
"Draco Malfoy"
A strange thing happened. He found that his handwriting gradually penetrated into the paper.
What's going on? Draco stopped writing and scratched his hair in confusion.
Watching the ink smear on the paper, it seems to be absorbed by the notebook.
After a while, Draco's handwriting disappeared, replaced by a line of beautiful handwriting.
"Hello, I'm Cassandra Malfoy."
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