Chapter 252： gift

The next morning, Christmas finally arrived.

Felix got up early, and when he came out of the bedroom, the small Christmas tree in the office was already full of Christmas gifts.

He opened the box happily, "A book, not bad." He put aside "Forgotten Ancient Magic and Spells", "It's a pity that I have already read it."

"Hey, Trelawney actually gave me a gift?" Felix thought he was dazzled, and he glanced at the inscription on the note. That's right, it was Sybil Trelawney, and opened the wrapping paper. It is a long bead chain, this thing can be stuffed into three of them.

He was reading the content on the sticky note. As usual, it was a babbled sentence-"Provide blessing in the dark." Felix shrugged, "But you really have you. I have quit your class. I can still find a chance to give I predict."

He was going to mail a bucket of honey sherry from the three broomsticks as a gift, um... write it down first, and settle the gift together after the gift is opened.

He opened another package. It was the "Battler's Bible" given to him by Professor McGonagall. He turned over a page at will. On it was written "First Principle: Kill Seekers". He was overjoyed and grinned. Laughed.

Felix kept opening the gift boxes, most of which were mainly books, and he had read a considerable part of them. He suddenly realized Dumbledore's troubles.

He said to himself: "Many people think I should give me books, and they think I will like books."

Fortunately, Dumbledore gave Felix a small homemade silverware, similar to the one he placed on the principal’s desk. With a light touch, it would spray out clusters of mist; Hagrid He gave him a large bottle of eight-eyed giant spider venom. He didn't know how to use it. Maybe he could transfer it to Professor Snape next year? Snape gave a small bottle of powerful antidote, "just to go with the powerful Veritaserum delivered last year."

Professor Flitwick gave a certain top hat, and even Lupin gave some materials of magical creatures. From the perspective of the processing method, Felix guessed that he might have “made it” himself.

Among these gifts, he found an unsigned gift box, which had just arrived this morning. After opening, there is a clay doll inside.

It was Felix who recognized the "self" from the doll's black hair and blue eyes.

Although there was no signature, Felix was no stranger to this unique smell of earth. He picked it up and played with it for a while before putting the doll away.

The process of unwrapping the gift lasted for an hour, and he also wrote down a string of names on the parchment next to it, all of which needed to be returned.

"Well, Christmas also needs work."

...

At the same time, Harry and the three came to Hagrid's hut.

"Hagrid, open the door, it's us—" Harry knocked **** the door, pushing his excited teeth away, his tongue licked on his hand, leaving a large saliva, and he was immediately taken to his hand by the cold wind. The heat.

The door opened, revealing Hagrid’s decadent bearded face, “You guys came early today, but it’s actually unnecessary—the hearing is almost summer, and I, I have to cheer up—hiccup!” He burped. The sour breath made Harry's face.

Harry hurried in through the gap in his arms. The fireplace in the hut was burning. There were large bundles of wood stacked by the fireplace. Buckbeak was lying in the corner with a large iron bucket in front of it.

Ron came in, shaking the snow on his feet, "Hey, Buckbeak, hello." He glanced into the bucket, which was a slimy, thin-fingered white worm. He was disgusted, "Hagrid, what is this! It looks like an enlarged maggot..."

Hagrid lifted Hermione up as if carrying a small animal or something—"Oh, thank you!" Hermione said in a panic—Hagrid glanced at the direction Ron was pointing, and said gruffly: "That is the larvae of Flobber caterpillars. You will learn later. They are easy to live. They eat all kinds of plants. I'm going to go to the cafeteria to see what's left and feed them."

Ron stammered, "Don't tell me, are you going to let us raise this stuff in class?" His face was so pale that he was fighting Draco again.

Hagrid blushed and said, "I may not have much thoughts in class for a while, you know, because of Buckbeak. In fact, Flobber caterpillars are also very good, safe, full of treasures, and mucus can be used for medicine. It can also be used as food for other animals."

Hermione said worriedly: "Don't do that, Hagrid—we, we are here for the Buckbeak case."

Harry and Ron nodded together, trying to dispel Hagrid's thoughts, "Don't think about it, Hagrid, you are quite popular now." Ron said, "Except for Slytherin."

Since the accident in the first class, Hagrid was worried about being fired, but after Felix released him, he was relieved. Later, he followed Felix’s advice and successively taught unicorns, dovetail dogs, and nurses. Courses such as Tree Luoguo, Flower Fairy, Ball Dunniao and so on.

Except for the classes on the Eight-Eyed Giant Spider and the Bird Bird, the feedback from most of the remaining people was pretty good.

For example, unicorns, ball escape birds, and flower fairies are very popular among junior wizards, especially witches, because they are so cute.

Baby unicorns have golden hairs and are golden all over, just like creatures from the most beautiful fairy tales.

The ball escape bird is a plump body, fluffy, flightless bird, but their body is extremely flexible, and they can suddenly appear from one place to another, although the distance of each movement is not too far, but Enough for them to avoid most dangers.

As for the flower fairies, they have a similar appearance to humans, except that they have an extra pair of insect wings on their backs. They are generally not high in IQ. They often quarrel with all kinds of trivial matters, but they accidentally poke the cuteness of many girls .

Hagrid looked at them suspiciously, and the three of them immediately spoke out Felix's suggestion.

"Can it work?"

"Try it, Hagrid! It will never get worse."

So Hagrid wrote a letter to Professor Kettleborn The ink that Hagrid put on the windowsill was about to solidify into a tuft, and finally Hermione turned into a bright blue flame. The ink melts away.

When they came out of Hagrid’s Hut, Hermione said expectantly: "I wish Professor Kettleborn could influence the Ministry of Magic."

Harry and Ron also had expressions of approval, but in the next second, Hermione became serious: "Harry, I still want to discuss the Firebolt with you."

"Oh, don't be disappointed, Hermione, it's Christmas today," Ron said.

"Otherwise? After you try the Firebolt? I need to remind you—it's unknown, no signature, no notes, nothing!" Hermione shrieked.

"Really? Do you know what I think? I hope you take care of your cat and don't let it always try to sneak into the bedroom!" Ron also increased his volume. "Scarball is already very pitiful!"

Harry looked helpless, and the two had quarreled many times over Hermione's cat, Crookshanks. The cat was really weird. He always stared at Ron's pet splatter. Although it is common sense for cats to eat mice, he sincerely hopes that it can be exchanged for food, even if it is a juicy spider, he recognizes it.