Chapter 434：

Chapter 458 The hoot of the owl

Mrs. Wick holds her child.

"You're back, John."

This is the first time in six years that John has gone home for the holidays.

Watson happily patted John on the shoulder.

Then Watson was frightened away by Mrs. Wick's murderous eyes.

Silverhand Manor is very big, but it doesn’t feel like home.

When John comes home, his room is always spotless.

No matter what time, Mrs. Wick will take care of it.

When Watson heard that the gray owl was an owl for him, he was immediately happy to use the owl to send a letter to John.

John looked at his father speechlessly.

"Here, let me give you a name. If you think you can, give me one." Watson's interest continued after dinner.

"I'll call you... Basil No. 2."

Watson said this with confidence, but what he got in return was the look of a fool from Gray Owl.

Obviously, the gray owl, who was knocked three meters away by Basil's wings just now, doesn't like this name.

Watson said a few more words, and finally made a sound on the name Qiqi.

But the voice made Watson a little confused.

"Roar-"

Watson took out his ears and said blankly: "Is this how an owl hoots?"

John said calmly: "The potential is different between owls."

"But this is obviously not the cry of an owl," Watson said with a look on his face like "You're kidding me." "Does this sound like the cry of a dragon?"

"Dad," John shook his head regretfully, "you should look at your eyes. How can an owl be a dragon?"

Although Watson thought it made sense, looking at the big head and round face, he still felt something was wrong.

In the end, Mrs. Wick believed in her son unconditionally and told Watson not to ask again if he didn't want to sleep on the sofa.

Watson had to accept that his owl's hoot was strange.

Tomorrow is Christmas.

John is back to make this Christmas very lively.

Three owls sit in a row.

Tom looked up at the three guys from below, and the dog's claws scratched the cabinet, causing sawdust to fly.

Fortunately, Mrs. Wick still liked the little guy she had chosen, and let him jump on the sofa. The dog's head was placed on Mrs. Wick's lap and he was gently stroked.

Tom's tail wagged proudly, which made Basil on the cabinet very unhappy.

It flew down and plucked the hair off Tom's tail with its beak.

Immediately there was a cat-dog war at home. Well, owls are also considered cats, right?

Snow falls from the sky.

A frosty Christmas turns the earth white.

The second day.

The Wickers' fireplace was lit, and the flames were burning brightly.

Tom was lying on the carpet, leaning against the fireplace, with a comfortable look on his face.

John received a greeting card from Neville and the others.

Cedric sent him a letter containing Egyptian sand.

He traveled to Egypt and met wizards there.

Neville sent John a piece of clothing that is super stretchy and wear-resistant.

Daphne is a gift box containing a scarf and a pocket watch.

John opened the pocket watch. This pocket watch was custom-made. The hands inside were made of gold, silver and precious stones.

Percy sent an alchemy book, but John had read this book and Percy didn't know about it.

Furong sent a very beautiful necklace, which seemed to be for women.

John asked strangely: "Last year I gave women perfume, but this time I gave them necklaces?"

He was a little confused. Did he think of himself as a little girl?

Put the necklace away, the bottle of perfume last year was accidentally knocked over by Tom.

This year, my uncle sent me a new gift, which is not a shameful thing.

It’s a witcher silver medal.

Above is a dragon.

It seems that John re-created it after telling them about the witcher.

He opened the broom pliers sent by Malfoy and found a Quidditch book inside.

It is estimated that Malfoy is still evil. In order not to become the captain of Slytherin, he is planning to involve John in cheating.

Unfortunately, John has no plans to play Quidditch.

Even the maintenance of his Firebolt was done by Malfoy.

Opening the gift box, John saw Riddle flying back from outside.

After a while, Basil also came back, with a brown feather stuck to its foot.

At the same time, he also brought the Daily Prophet, thinking that he had just gone out to beat up another owl.

I opened the newspaper and took a look. Lockhart’s conspicuous bag was still holding a handshake party during the holidays.

But I have to admit that his fearless and even ignoring Voldemort spirit has alleviated the panic that "Voldemort committed another crime" some time ago.

Came to the Overturned Garden to guide the rehearsal of the drama, and even performed his own new story.

"If I were Voldemort, I would kill him first."

John looked at the photo of Lockhart performing the story of "The Great Wizard Lockhart Defeated Voldemort Three Times" and couldn't help but applaud him.

Voldemort can even endure this, probably because his IQ went up after his soul returned.

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Harry is spending Christmas at the Burrow.

Sirius roared at Kreacher for the thirteenth time, driving the old elf into the kitchen and not allowing him to come out.

All the Christmas items they had decorated were cleaned up by Kreacher on the pretext of cleaning.

Return to the past overnight.

Before Kreacher left, he was still talking bad things about the two people.

It’s really hard to have a good Christmas with a guy like this.

They headed to the Burrow, which naturally made Mrs. Weasley very happy.

Arriving at the Burrow, it was very lively.

The living room was decorated colorfully by Ginny and was filled with flowers, as if there had been an explosion of paper flowers.

There is also a little angel on the Christmas tree. If you look closely, you can see that it is actually a little garden gnome.

The poor little garden gnome bit Fred when he was pulling out carrots, so he was knocked unconscious with a stun spell, painted gold, shamefully stuffed into a little tutu, and had wings glued on.

This is definitely the ugliest angel, comparable to the Cupid Lockhart created in his second year.

Mrs. Weasley is cooking a delicious Christmas lunch, and the radio is playing a Christmas broadcast.

It was her favorite singer, Celestine Warbeck.

The song "A Pot of Hot Love" is like torture on the radio.

At least this kind of song is not liked by too many people.

Sirius complained a few words and was glared at by Mrs. Weasley.

Ginny was wearing a brand new hat that Percy had given her.

Ron's eyebrows finally grew back and his height returned.

When Harry saw Bill coming with Fleur, Mrs. Weasley's joy at seeing her son disappeared.

He asked softly: "Percy didn't come back?"

Ron was still resenting the fact that he was taught a lesson in transfiguration by Percy, "He'd better not come back."

After Fleur arrived at the Burrow, she sat with Bill.

Ginny saw a maggot on Harry's head and reminded him across the table.

When Harry took the worm off, Fleur said, "Oh, that's disgusting."

It was a gift that Kreacher deliberately gave to his master Sirius, but Harry accidentally opened it.

"No," Ron said in agreement, "Would you like some braised meat?"

Ginny glanced at him disdainfully.

Ron clumsily knocked the gravy away. Just as Bill was about to take out his wand, Fleur snapped her fingers.

Meat Lu flew into the air and arrived in front of Furong smoothly.

"Just right." Fu Rong scooped out a spoonful from the meat stew.

Bill helplessly watched Mrs. Weasley put down a plate of carrots.

"I invited dear Tonks," Mrs. Weasley said loudly, "but she refuses to come. Have you spoken to her lately, Remus?"

Lupine looked helpless, "Tonks wants to go back to her own home, right?"

"Maybe, I feel like she plans to spend Christmas alone."

Mrs. Weasley glanced at Lupin angrily, as if it was Tonks's fault for not wanting to become the Weasley daughter-in-law.

Lupine also understood why Tonks refused to come over.

Sometimes Mrs. Weasley seems a little too rude about certain things.

As she lowered her head to eat the turkey, suddenly Mrs. Weasley screamed: "It's Arthur, and...Percy!"

She stared through the kitchen window at the approaching father and son outside.

The father and son were silent as if they were strangers.

One after another, they returned to the Burrow.

The back door opened and Mr. Weasley laughed and said, "Merry Christmas, guys."

Percy walked in, his cloak stained with snowflakes, and he said stiffly: "Merry Christmas."

Looking at the people in the living room, Percy said nothing.

"Oh - Percy!" Fleur greeted warmly, running over and grabbing his face and giving him a kiss.

"Merry Christmas, Fleur." Percy pushed Fleur away with a straight face.

Upon seeing this, Mrs. Weasley glared at Fleur, then came over and hugged her son.

"Merry Christmas, Mum." He handed the gift tied with a ribbon to Mrs. Weasley.

Mrs. Weasley was very happy. After opening it, there was a luxurious and beautiful hat inside.

Ginny looked at her head and then at Mrs. Weasley's.

She curled her lips, and Percy saw Ginny's expression and smiled: "Merry Christmas, Ginny."

Ginny snorted from her nose, and Percy, who knew her sister well, said, "If you go to your room, you should know that there is a gift waiting for you."