Chapter 1106

"She must be joking..."

Harry woke up to find a bulging stocking at the end of his bed. He put on his glasses and looked around. The small window was completely covered with snow. Ron sat upright on the bed in front of the window, looking at a thick gold necklace.

"What is that?" Asked Harry.

"It's from lavender," said Ron, who sounded disgusting. "She doesn't really think I can wear it..."

Harry took a closer look and then laughed out loud. The swaying letters on the gold necklace were "my sweetheart.".

"That's good," Harry shook his head, trying not to think about the bad scene in his previous dream.

Crying of children, corpses Voldemort must have done nothing good, but in fact, Harry doesn't know what Voldemort is doing. The connection between them has become weaker recently. Harry hasn't had such a bad dream for a long time.

"It's beautiful. You must wear it in front of Fred and George Harry shook his head to stop thinking about the bad things.

"If you tell them," Ron tucked the necklace out of sight under his pillow, "I -- I -- I --"

"just stutter at me?" Harry grinned and mocked Ron wantonly.

"Think about it, can I say it?" Harry said it seriously, his eyes burning at Ron.

"Maybe..." Ron curled his lips. For Harry If you put it on Fanlin This credibility

"But How can she think I like that kind of thing? " Ron asked the air, looking rather shocked.

"Well, think about it," said Harry. "Have you ever accidentally told her that you like to be seen in public with a necklace around your neck that says' my sweetheart '

"Well We really didn't say a lot, "said Ron. "Mainly in..."

"Kiss," said Harry.

"Well, yes," Ron hesitated, obviously not something to share. "Ravend is really..."

"Oh, she likes you so much." Harry completed Ron's words that he had not finished. "OK, so I can understand, so..."

"So..."

"I think we can unpack first." Harry said, interrupting Ron's possibility of continuing the show

The gifts Harry received included a sweater with a giant snitch pattern on the front, which Mrs. Weasley had knitted herself. The twins gave a large box of products from Weasley's magic tricks shop. There was also a damp package that smelled moldy and had a label on it that said, "to master, from clichet.".

Harry looked at the gift from kretcher with a critical eye. If it was dobby, Harry felt more reliable. Although there was nothing good about it, if it was from kretcher

"Guess it's safe to open this thing?" Harry asked.

"There won't be anything dangerous. Our mail is still being checked by the Ministry of magic," Ron replied, but he also looked at the package suspiciously.

"I didn't think about cutting anything. Do people usually give their house elves Christmas presents? " Asked Harry, carefully poking the parcel.

"Hermione will," said Ron. "But before you feel guilty, let's see what it is."

A moment later, Harry screamed and jumped out of his camp bed; there were a lot of maggots in the package.

"That's good," said Ron, laughing wildly. "Great idea."

"I'd rather have these than that necklace," said Harry, and Ron immediately stopped laughing.

“MMP！”

"What?"

"Nothing," said Ron, shaking his head and checking his gift

"Do you think Hermione is really angry?" Ron asked.

"What?" Harry is looking at a big box of chocolates that Hermione gave him.

"Oh, of course, so, what's the matter?" Harry asked.

"Here I am..." Ron looked at the nearly opened gift.

"Didn't Hermione give you a Christmas present?" Harry asked, "so, are you ready?"

“…… Forget... " Ron said, "Lavender..."

"Oh, it's not the fault of lavender..." Harry interrupted. "So, I think, before van Lin and Hermione come, I think you'd better figure out how to apologize to Hermione."

"The two of them are coming? When? "

"I don't know." Harry said, "before school started, van Lin and Hermione left with the vampire. I heard they were looking for nicoleme."

"France?" Ron thought, "maybe soon, Dumbledore asked them to go?"

Halliday had a good time

"Of course." Said Harry, and then dug out a large package from the bottom."What is this?" Ron took a look and dug up the same package underground.

"From Fanlin." Harry said, pulling a card from the top, "the latest product, it may surprise you."

"Surprise?" Ron said, pulling a black cloak out of the package

"Er The same kind of Snape? " Ron looks at the material similar to black sand, but fortunately, it's not transparent. "Invisibility cloak?"

"If you think invisible beasts are easy to catch..." Halliday stopped and gave his cloak to him. "How about it?"

"Not bad." Ron nodded. "I didn't expect the craft of Fanlin..."

"Wait..." Harry looked at the cloak carefully, the dark lines under the black "I think I probably know what this is, and van Lin told us that Fred and George's products are in charge of improving..."

"The cloak of defense?" Ron said in surprise, "the latest model?"

"It should be like this..." Harry stood up. "Ron, attack me with a spell."

"Attack you?" Ron hesitated. "We're not going to..."

"Oh, it doesn't matter, we..."

With a swipe, a coma spell was thrown out of Ron's wand. Harry had little chance to think about it. He just felt that something had stirred his magic power. Then he lay down on the bed.

“MMP！” Harry had little hesitation.

"This thing..." Ron's eyes lit up. "I think it's much easier to use than Fred's."

"It's precious, OK?" Harry said, looking at Ron angrily, "do you want me to try it for you?"

"Er..." Ron looked at the cloak carefully. "I thought maybe we could look at some other magical effects. In other words, didn't Vaseline give a manual or something?"

"He just said," there's a surprise... " When it comes to Dumbledore, "Harry's way of doing things is probably not my way of doing things."

"In what way?"

"Unfathomable "Harry shrugged." I think I'll know when he comes back. "

……

While everyone was sitting at the dinner table preparing for Christmas lunch, everyone was wearing new sweaters, except for Hibiscus (apparently Mrs. Weasley didn't want to waste a piece on her) and Mrs. Weasley herself, she was showing off a brand-new dark blue witch's hat with star like diamonds and a striking gold necklace.

"From Fred and George! Are they beautiful? "

"Well, we find ourselves more and more grateful to you, mom. Now we're going to wash our own socks," George said with a happy wave. "Some parsnips, Remus?"

"Harry, you have a maggot in your hair," Ginny said happily, leaning over to pick it out; Harry felt a goosebump on his neck, which had nothing to do with the maggot.

"It's terrible," Hibiscus trembled for a moment.

Said Ron. "Some broth, hibiscus?" Ron was eager to help hibiscus, but he knocked over the saucer of broth; bill waved his wand, and the broth flew obediently back to the plate.

"You're as bad as that Tonks," Hibiscus said after kissing bill for thanks. "She's always upset too -"

"I've invited my dear Tonks to visit today," Mrs. Weasley unnecessarily laid down her carrots and glared at hibiscus.

"But she didn't want to come. Have you talked to her lately, Remus

"No, I don't have much contact with anyone right now," lupin said. "But Tonks is going to stay with his family, isn't he?"

"Well," said Mrs. Weasley. "Maybe. Actually, I seem to remember that she was going to spend Christmas alone

Weasley gave lupin an angry look, as if it was his fault that her daughter-in-law had become Hibiscus rather than Tonks. But Harry glanced at hibiscus, which was feeding bill Turkey with a fork, and he felt that Mrs. Weasley had turned over the old account again.

But he thought of a question about Tonks. Who could give a better answer than lupin, who knew the patron saint so well?

"The patron saint of Tonks has changed shape," he told lupin. "Anyway, Snape said it. I didn't know it could be. Why does the patron saint deform? "

Lupin chewed the turkey calmly. After swallowing it, he said slowly, "sometimes A heavy blow The dramatic change of emotion... "

"It looks big with four feet," Harry seemed to think of something and lowered his voice. "Hey Can it be -- "

"Arthur Suddenly said Mrs. Weasley. She rose from her chair; her hands were on her chest and she was staring out of the kitchen window.

"Arthur - it's Percy!"

"What?" Mr. Weasley turned his head. Everyone looked quickly at the window; Ginny stood up to see better. It was Percy Weasley, who was striding across the snow covered yard, his spectacles shining in the sun. However, he is not alone."Arthur, he - he's with the minister!" It was clear that the man Harry had seen in the Daily Prophet was following Percy, slightly lame, with thick gray hair and a black cape with a little snow.

Before everyone could speak, and before the Weasleys could exchange a look of shock, the back door opened and Percy stood there.

A painful silence. Then Percy said stiffly, "Merry Christmas, mom!"

"Oh, Percy!" Mrs. Weasley said that Percy held her in the past. Rufus scriinger stood at the door, crutched and smiling at the moving scene.

"Please forgive us for our interruptions," scrimger said, and Mrs. Weasley turned to look at him and wiped her eyes with a smile. "Percy and I were in the neighborhood - working, you know - and he couldn't help but come and see you all."

But Percy didn't mean to say hello to the rest of the family. He stood upright, looking awkwardly over each of them.

Mr. Weasley, Fred, and George looked at him with no expression.

"Come in, sit down, Minister!" Mrs. Weasley looked a little embarrassed and straightened her hat. "Come and have some lame chicken, or some tutting I mean - "

" no, no, dear Molly, "scriinger said. Harry guessed that he had found out her name from Percy before he came in. "I don't want to disturb you. If Percy didn't want to see you all so much, I wouldn't have come over..."

"Oh, Perth!" Mrs. Weasley reached for him in tears and gave him a kiss.

“…… We're only visiting for five minutes, so you and Percy go ahead and I'll go for a walk in the yard. No, no, I promise you I don't want to disturb! I wonder if anyone would like to show me your charming garden Ah, why didn't the young man accompany me for a walk when he finished eating? "

The atmosphere on the table has obviously changed. Everyone's eyes wandered between slinger and Harry. No one believed that slinger didn't know Harry's name, and no one believed that the minister had just chosen him to accompany him around the garden because Ginny, hibiscus and George's plates were empty.

"Yes, all right," Harry broke the silence. He's not stupid; although slinger has been saying that they happen to work around here and Percy wants to see his family, that's the real reason for their trip, and slinger wants to talk to Harry alone.

"That doesn't matter," said Harry, because lupin seemed to stand up as he passed by.

"It doesn't matter," he added hastily, seeing that Mr. Weasley wanted to open his mouth.

"Wonderful!" Slinger dodged to let Harry out of the door. "We'll just walk around the garden and Percy and I will leave. Go on, all of you

Harry walked across the yard to the weedy, snowy garden of the Weasleys, where slinger limped slightly beside him. Harry knew that he had been the head of Auror's office; he looked tough, his face covered with battle scars, quite different from the fat fudge under his bowler hat.

"Charming," scriinger stopped at the garden railing, looking at the snow covered grass and the indistinguishable plants. "Charming."

Harry didn't speak. He knew scriinger was looking at him.

"I wanted to see you a long time ago," scriinger said after a while. "Do you know?"

"I don't know," Harry said honestly.

"Oh, yes, for a long time. But Dumbledore is very kind to you, "scriinger said.

"Normal, of course, it's normal, after all that you've been through Especially what happened in the Ministry of magic... " He waited for Harry to say something, but Harry didn't meet his request, so he went on, "I've been looking forward to a chance to talk to you since I took office, but Dumbledore - as I said, I understand - stopped it."

Harry just waited in silence.

"Rumors are flying all over the place!" Said scriinger. "Well, of course, we all understand how these reports are distorted All the gossip about prophecy Say you're the real one

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