Hogwarts: wand in left hand, dragon-patterned mace in right hand

"Hey, Hagrid, I'll help you!"

Hermione looked at Hagrid, who was dragging the pine trees towards the Great Hall, and pulled out her wand and used a levitation charm.

Hagrid felt a lightness in his hands and looked back at the pine trees floating in the air.

He smiled at Hermione and said:

"Thanks, Hermione!"

"Are you going to the auditorium?"

Hermione pulled Sicheng, shook her head, and said:

"No, Hagrid, we're going to Professor McGonagall, and we're going to report to her for the Christmas home. "

The smile on Hagrid's face froze when he heard this.

Then a smile appeared.

"Go home!"

"That's a good thing, leave tomorrow?"

Hagrid asked.

Every year, he sends the little wizards to the car, and of course he knows the time or something.

But I still want to ask.

Sicheng nodded.

"Hagrid, we'll give you a gift for Christmas!"

Hermione nodded.

Hagrid smiled heartily when he heard this.

"How about the rock crust cake I made, I can ask the owl to bring you some for your family to try......"

As he spoke, Hagrid saw He's eyes blinking.

"Hermione, are you uncomfortable with your eyes?"

Hagrid asked suspiciously.

"Then you can go to Madame Poundred, I think she must have a potion there that will cure you. "

Hermione bowed her head deeply.

Sicheng glanced at Hermione and said what the other party meant.

Touching Hermione's head slightly, he whispered:

"It's okay, that's nothing. "

Hagrid also spotted an anomaly.

All this time, he had never heard Sicheng talk about his parents.

Combined with Hermione's expression just now.

Suddenly, a bad thought came to him.

"Sicheng, I didn't mean to ......"

Hagrid stepped forward and took Sicheng and Hermione in his arms.

After a few minutes, Hagrid let go of the two.

After a few more conversations, Sicheng and Hermione walked towards Professor McGonagall's office.

Night, in the Great Hall of Hogwarts Castle.

Stars twinkled on the ceiling and various fireworks exploded in the air.

Two rows of Christmas trees are adorned with stars and streamers.

Flying elves fluttered around the auditorium.

Sumptuous food is laid out on a long table.

Turkey, shredded bread, baguettes, and all kinds of meat.

The little wizards were all in a heap and discussing something.

The professors looked at each other with a smile in their new wizarding robes.

Even Snape had changed into a black batrobe.

The wide, cloaked wizard's robe clearly didn't hold his restless soul.

He looked at the long Slytherin table.

Sicheng and Hermione were eating the vegetable salad in front of them.

It's Christmas Eve, and many young wizards are leaving Hogwarts for a while after dinner.

After an overnight train ride, arrive at King's Cross Station tomorrow morning.

So, they need something to eat to fill their stomachs.

After all, there are no grocers on the train at night to sell snacks.

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

The young wizards fell silent and looked at Dumbledore.

"Today is an important holiday, and it is also the day when some young wizards go home, I hope you can go smoothly and be safe. "

"Also, our return to school is January 9th, so I hope you don't miss it......"

After a few minutes of caution, Dumbledore raised his glass.

"Merry Christmas!"

The young wizards all lifted their quilts and said to Dumbledore:

"Merry Christmas!"

Dumbledore put down his glass and stretched out his hand to signal the young wizards to feel free.

Then he sat down and began to talk to Professor McGonagall beside him.

From the smile on his face, it can be seen that he is in a good mood.

"Merry Christmas! Draco!"

Draco Malfoy heard Si Cheng call his name, and quickly turned to look at Si Cheng. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

When he noticed the water cup raised by Sicheng, he quickly raised his water glass.

"Merry Christmas, Sicheng, and Hermione (AGCA)!"

Because of Sicheng's existence, except for shouting Hermione twice at the beginning of school.

It was never shouted again.

After being defeated by Hermione head-on, he didn't dare to call it that. []

So, Hermione's impression of Draco was pretty good.

At least it's not bad for now.

"Merry Christmas, Draco. "

Hermione also sent a blessing to Draco.

Then go on to eat your own salad.

Draco didn't feel any way, either.

Even, Hermione was willing to say something to him, which was a great thing.

You know, since the relationship between Hermione and Sicheng was confirmed in front of everyone.

Hermione spoke to the boys as often as she did at the lowest point in her life.

This point, he, Sicheng's first follower, knows best.

Of course, the first follower often can't find Sicheng.

"Sicheng!"

"Our Christmas presents may arrive a little later. "

"You know, we're going to India, you know, it's going to be a hassle. "

"It's also far away!"

Sicheng looked at the Weasley twins standing behind him and nodded.

"It's okay, I can't give you a gift until I go back. "

George waved his wand and tapped it on the table.

Suddenly, a white mist appeared on the table.

After the white fog cleared, several Santa hats appeared on the table.

"Sicheng, give it to you!"

"Thank you!"

Hermione picked one up and put it on Sicheng's head.

Then I put one on myself.

Looking at the extra Santa hat, Hermione picked one up and gave it to Pansy Parkinson.

Pansy looked at Hermione, then at Sicheng, who was chatting with the Weasley twins.

After a moment's hesitation, he took it.

"Thank you. "

Hermione smiled.

Turned his head and joined Sicheng's conversation.

Looking at the Santa hat in his hand, and Hermione, who easily joined the conversation.

Pansy's heart felt a hint of bitterness.

The aristocratic fascination, of course, knew that she wanted to forcibly join the topic.

In addition to the right timing, it is more important to have an identity that everyone recognizes.

If it weren't for Weasley's approval of Hermione.

What awaits Hermione, except for embarrassment, I'm afraid there is no other end.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that the Weasley brothers are better talkative.

But that's also for friends.

They're not that kind to everyone.

The twins' talents allow them to stir people up without stopping and making mistakes.

It often gives people the illusion that they can't talk about it.

The feast lasted a long time.

It didn't end until the food on the long table was almost finished.

Dumbledore looked at the well-fed little wizards and stood up, and said:

"Alright, the little wizards who are going home can go and get their luggage. "

"Hogwarts is about to leave in half an hour!"

"Don't be late!"