Chapter 139: Harry’s presents

Chapter 139: Harry’s presents

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Chapter 139: Harry's presents

"It's time for you to open your presents, Harry," his mother told him.

"That's right, you haven't opened any yet, and I can see that you have many," James gave him a mischievous smile.

"Harry!" Holly came running to him with the little golem in her hands. The golem was still holding her pendant. "Can I keep him?!"

"Holly..." Harry sighed. He gave her a piece of priceless jewelry that contained magical technology yet to be invented, and she was more interested in a wooden golem that any senior Hogwarts student could make.

'I mean... she is six. And now I have to explain to her that this golem is not going to last long...'

"Holly, dear." Lily must have noticed his issue and approached her daughter. "Harry made the golem using transfiguration. He transformed the candy box to make it look like this little fellow, but it will soon go back to looking like what it was before."

Holly gasped. "He's going to become a box?!"

"It was a box to begin with. Transfiguration can temporarily turn things into other things, but eventually, everything has to go back to being what it was," said James.

Holly didn't seem convinced yet.

"Is there no way to make it permanent?" asked Lyra, trying to help her sister.

"Mmm... I wouldn't say permanent," Harry spoke. "But as long as you supply a source of magic, you can extend the transfiguration indefinitely... I remember reading a story about a dark wizard who caught his wife cheating and turned her into a pig, then, using an unknown method, proceeded to maintain the transfiguration for over a decade until she died."

"Yikes...." Lyra looked disgusted.

"Harry... that was hardly an appropriate story..." Lily complained.

"That girl gave you a new Nimbus? Harry, that's a very pricey gift, even for a wealthy family like theirs. Why would she do that?" asked Lily.

"We don't know either!" Lyra exclaimed. "He won't talk about it." She gave Harry a quick glance.

"Harry?... you're not, like, with this girl..." Lily muttered.

"Please stop..." Harry groaned. "It's nothing like that. I just saved her when she fell from the stands on the day of my first Quidditch game, and she said she owed me a great debt. That's all."

"That happened? Why didn't I hear of that?" Lyra asked.

"Because I told no one, and I guess Slytherin girls don't like to gossip as much as Lavender." Harry opened the present that Daphne sent him.

It was a very elegant black robe with silver decorations and made of acromantula silk.

"Oh, that's so nice!" Lily got closer. "Daphne has good taste."

"Wait, we're not done with the whole Parkinson stuff," James huffed.

"What does Dad have against the Parkinsons?" Lyra asked her mother.

Lily made a complicated expression. "Well... let's just say that he and Lord Parkinson don't get along." That was quite an understatement.

"Mmm..." Lyra was not dumb. She knew there was more to it. Her father would not react so strongly otherwise.

"Yes, uh... we don't get along," James coughed.

"That's a shame..." Lyra glanced at the robes. "So Harry is not going to attend Parkinson's party then? Because those robes would have been great for it."

"What?!" shouted James.

"What party?" Lily looked at her son.

"Right, about that... there is a party in three days. Pansy's birthday... and I have been invited," Harry admitted.

"When were you planning on telling us?" Lily asked with disapproval in her eyes.

"Mmm... tomorrow?" Harry said. He wasn't really planning on telling them until the last moment because he knew how his father was going to react.

"Harry, come to my studio. We need to talk!" James looked furious.

'Something like that...' Harry thought.