Chapter 389： Christmas gift

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Looking at the gemstone ring on the platform, Sean had a lot of thoughts in his heart.

However, instead of tangled in place, he put away the ring.

The key now is still to deal with Grindelwald's time-travel accident, the things in the ring, just like what the future wrote on the note, let's look at it after it's resolved.

Otherwise, in the high-intensity gaze environment of the world's will, the message from the future is likely to become another big bomb.

After exiting the crevice, the Selma Lake Monster was honestly staying beside him. When he saw Sean coming out, he swam over happily, and then rubbed his head against him.

It may not be appropriate to use rubbing, this guy's head is several times bigger than Sean's whole person, and it's like putting a red sheet on Sean when he spit out a letter.

However, Sean now also knows why there is a Lake Selma monster here.

This guy was hatched from Future Sean's ring...

The future self should have obtained an egg of the Selma Lake Monster. Before he could hatch himself, he encountered a series of accidents. Finally, the ring followed Grindelwald to the current timeline.

By accident, the Selma Lake Monster finally caught up with Sean.

This reminded Sean a little, there should be nothing in his ring that needs to be guarded against in the future, otherwise the little lake monster would have no chance to get out of the ring.

Thinking of this, he touched the scales of the lake monster: "Follow me?"

The streamer-like beard on the Selma Lake Monster's head rose slightly and then shook.

"You have to bring your eggs too—" Sean took the lake monster egg, which was on the verge of hatching, in his arms, and then swam out of the cave.

In the process of going upstream, the Inferi wanted to attack the Selma Lake Monster like crazy, but Sean took the lead, and the Inferi didn't dare to surround him - the icy corpse was twitching like a sheep in the lake. up.

Probably a system conflict... Sean thought silently.

The water splashed, and Sean and the Selma Lake Monster quickly rushed out of the lake.

"Got it." Sean shouted to the open space where Grindelwald was.

"Well, let's get out of the way - get out with your little pet, I said why I put a bunch of Infernal corpses." Grindelwald's lazy voice came over.

Unlucky old man... When you extract the memory, I will treat you well... Sean whispered in his heart.

He opened the ring, and the opening of the passage continued to expand, and finally turned into a huge hole.

Fortunately, in order to make it easier to let the basilisk stare at people, Sean expanded the hole, otherwise the Selma Lake Monster might not be able to get in.

Sean first got in and talked to the other animals in the ring, then turned to the Selma Lake Monster.

"There are a few guys in there who are very easy to get along with, remember not to make trouble - you can see the lake when you enter the lake," he instructed.

The Selma Lake Monster nodded honestly, then grabbed his egg and swam in towards the mouth of the ring.

There was a lot of movement in the ring, along with the sounds of various animals - greeting new friends.

Seeing that the guys inside were getting along pretty well, Sean put away the ring and looked at the open space in the center.

"I'm leaving?"

"Well." Grindelwald replied.

Sean glanced at the watch, then pulled out a nicely packaged gift box.

Under the command of the wand, the gift box floated over the clearing where Grindelwald was.

Sean smiled: "Merry Christmas, teacher."

Grindelwald laughed: "You really... um, owe you a gift."

Sean waved his hand casually: "Then I'll go first."

Halfway through, he suddenly turned his head again, with the expression of a curious doll: "Teacher, I have a question that has troubled me for a long time, but only you can give me the answer."

Grindelwald's voice was relaxed: "Well, ask."

"That...you are trapped under the invisibility cloak, how do you solve your daily physiological problems?"

Grindelwald was silent for a moment.

"Fuck off."

"Hahahaha, I'm going to get out, I'm going to get out." Leaving a string of laughter, Sean turned into black smoke and fled the island in the heart of the lake.

Shortly after Sean left, Grindelwald's laughter and scolding echoed on the empty island in the middle of the lake.

"Smart brat..."

"Merry Christmas."

…

Godric's Hollow.

This year's Christmas is a rare good weather. On the flagstone road, Capone Roman, carrying a large basket, is walking in one direction.

During this time, he had been sending ingredients and Mr. Wallup's belongings to the old woman's house every day.

Much busier than before, but Capone was happy from the bottom of his heart.

Mr. Wallup came to see him once a day, and Capone also knew that there was a magical creature named Silent in his body.

"Generally speaking, the silent ones, that is, the silent lodgers, do not live to be ten years old. This magical creature is a combination of pure dark forces. Once it is rampant, it will attack all living creatures around it, even the weakest. It also requires the cooperation of many adult wizards to deal with it—however, the silentness in your body has not yet developed, and I can just clear it out."

When Mr. Wallup told himself so lightly that there was a terrifying magical creature inside him, Capone had to admit that he was still a little scared.

But the fear didn't last a few days.

Mr. Wallup came to help him every day, and the other party was always calm, and Capone's nervous and fearful emotions were much calmer.

For some reason, he always felt that in Mr. Wallup's eyes, nothing was a big deal.

Moreover, the cool and handsome old man who lived in Ms. Bathilda's house grabbed his wrist like Mr. Wallup during one delivery.

Grabbed it and walked away with a deadpan expression—Capone thought the gentleman might have approved of Mr. Wallup's treatment of him.

After all, Mr. Wallup said, that cool old man was a very, very good wizard.

Of course, in addition to his so-called "sickness", Capone is more interested in the wizarding world in Mr. Wallup's mouth.

The best wizarding school Hogwarts, the most interesting wizard shopping street Diagon Alley, all kinds of magical animals, Mr. Wallup also brought the jumping chocolate frog, the exploding licorice stick, and the A quirky Bibido flavored bean...

Of course, there is also the magic that I will learn in the future...

Capone only felt itchy in his heart, and wished to speed up the time again.

It's Christmas 1994, and Capone is clasping his fingers as he walks.

Another year, then another nine months...

In September of 1996, I will officially enter the magical world of magic!

It would be nice if the time could be reduced a bit, just like before, it suddenly became very strange for two days, and the time on Tuesday disappeared inexplicably!

It would be nice if I did it again, and it would disappear for one year and nine months... No, no, no, it was one year and seven months, but I had to receive the admission letter myself...

Ah, isn't this a bit too greedy, then five months a year...and three months a year!

Capone thought so, and couldn't help laughing.

"Capone, what are you laughing at?" A crisp voice interrupted his wonderful fantasy.

Capone quickly wiped the corner of his mouth and looked at the blond girl opposite.

"Milanie, oh, oh, hello, I just thought of happy things."

The girl was speechless, and she mumbled unhappily: "You won't tell me anything... And since David and the others went to the doctor, you have been avoiding me..."

Capone avoided the sight of the other party with some embarrassment, and hesitantly said: "Oh, I just haven't met you very much."

Barbie-like Melanie puffed out her cheeks, stared at him for a while, and finally lowered her head angrily.

The atmosphere between the two children became a little subtle.

Just when Capone rubbed his heels awkwardly, thinking about whether to find an excuse to get fat, Melanie suddenly raised her head and let out a long sigh of relief.

Then, she became Capone's favorite look, with a little stubbornness, a little pride, and an innocent and lovely look.

Melanie took out a small, beautifully packaged box from behind and handed it over with both hands.

"Capone, Merry Christmas."

Capone was a little flustered, hesitantly and clumsily put the basket on the ground, reaching behind his hands to try to wipe the clothes without a trace.

Then he stretched out his hands to accept the gift, and stammered, "Thank you, Melanie."

Melanie smiled sweetly. She tilted her head and said a little embarrassedly, "That's a cookie I baked myself, maybe it's not as delicious as the ones made by Mrs. Jones' Bakery."

"Ah, so is the wrapping paper. I cut a copy from my dad and wrapped it myself. It's a bit crude, don't mind it." She added.

Capone panicked and didn't even open the gift directly to express his gratitude. He just grabbed the box with one hand and said forcefully, "Very good, very good, I like it very much."

His other hand slid down a little on the bulging pocket.

Melanie saw his movement, and a trace of loss flashed in her eyes, but it was quickly covered up.

She smiled brightly: "As long as you like it, then I'll go first."

"Okay—" Capone held back for a long time, "be careful on the road."

Melanie gave a "pochi" laugh, then waved and jumped away.

Halfway through, she stopped, clapped her hands, and looked suddenly realized, and then said aloud to herself: "Ah, yes, I almost forgot, I have to go to Mrs. Less, she said yes The one who taught me to braid a new hairstyle—ah, I happened to go to the nearby tree to rest for a while, I haven’t been there for a long time, and there is no one there.”

The little girl "talked to herself" loudly and walked away with brisk steps.

Seeing Melanie's disappearing figure, Capone clenched the other person's exquisite and beautiful gift box, and he lowered his head to look at his pocket, which contained a rough handmade box.

Capone pressed the box deeper into the bag and picked up the basket.

Sean, who was watching all this silently, patted his head hard.

this kid...

He had been coming to Godric's Hollow all this time. Capone was of good character, polite and grateful, and Sean treated him like a half-brother.

At this time, seeing the appearance of Capone, Sean has a feeling of "hating iron is not steel".

What are you hesitating about, childhood sweethearts!

Looking at the little girl, Sean had to sigh, how wonderful.

I've been taking care of Capone's self-esteem, and in the end it's not an expression, it's an implication...

What's wrong with the simple packaging of the handmade gifts? The girl is the daughter of the mayor. Obviously, she doesn't care about the value of the gift, but the person who gave it.

At least as a courtesy you should return the gift, Capone, Capone...

Sean couldn't help but sighed, startling the low-pressure Capone.

"W, Mr. Wallup, when did you come..." Capone stammered.

Sean blinked: "Just arrived."

"Oh, oh, that's good." Capone breathed a sigh of relief.

"What good?"

"No! No! I mean, I was about to deliver something to Ms. Bathilda, and you came just in time..." Capone pretended to be calm.

Tsk... Sean turned around leisurely and motioned for Capone to follow.

Hearing Sean's sigh, Capone gritted his teeth, and finally said in a low voice, "I-I actually understand..."

This made Sean curl his lips: "Understand what?"

"That's right, it's just... uh..."

Sean turned his head and glanced at him, deliberately said yin and yang: "No way, no one thinks that they are a wizard and they are better than others, right?"

Hearing this, Capone immediately stretched his neck and hurriedly retorted: "I never thought of that!"

"Then what do you think?" Sean gave him a funny look, "Exchanging Christmas gifts is not an engagement, and how old are you? Don't tell me you've thought about wizards and Muggles in the future. The opposite picture."

"I..." Capone lowered his head in distress, "I don't know what to do..."

Sean put his hands behind his waist and said leisurely: "The wizarding world allows Muggles and wizards to make friends and even marry—and, I think a sincere friend is worth maintaining a relationship with care."

The little boy fell silent.

Sean didn't say much, and the two walked to the front of Ms. Bathilda's yard.

"Okay, leave it to me today, you can go back early." Sean took the basket and handed it a gift box.

"Mr. Wallup, this, this is..." Capone stomped his foot as if he had caught a soldering iron.

"Merry Christmas, Capone—by the way, where's my present?" Sean said with a smile.

Capone was startled, and finally he took a deep breath, took out an equally rough box from another pocket, and handed it over.

"Merry Christmas, Mr. Wallup."

"It's not bad, thank you for the gift." Sean took the box and opened it immediately. Inside was a clay sculpture that was not exquisite but had a charm.

"Oh—I love this," Sean said sincerely.

"It's so nice of you to like it..." Capone was visibly relieved.

Sean smiled, then waved his wand, and his other gift box suddenly became beautiful and lovely.

"To release the transformation, just pull on that ribbon lightly—it's up to you."

Sean smiled and waved into the yard.