Chapter 62 Christmas Eve

"Who did it?" Madam Pomfrey said angrily. She took out the medicine and asked Li Jordan to drink it.

"It's Roger from Slytherin! Roger Travis!" Ron cursed angrily in the school hospital.

"Ron, it's not entirely Roger's fault." Hermione retorted, earning an even more disgusted look from Ron.

"It's not his fault? It was him who hit someone that caused Jordan to be so seriously injured."

"But Jordan insulted Slytherin first."

"Hmph, what an insult to Slytherin." Ron said disdainfully, "Dirty Slytherin, this is something that the entire school knows. Jordan just said it."

"He just couldn't stand it when we won, so he took the opportunity to take revenge. Harry, what do you think?"

"Hermione, Ron is right." Harry nodded affirmatively, "He obviously had a premeditated plan."

"Even if Jordan's words are a bit excessive, there is no need to be so cruel."

"You..." Hermione stomped her feet in annoyance and ran out of the campus hospital.

No one in the entire school mentioned Rogge's beating of his classmates. As if nothing happened, everyone ignored it intentionally or unintentionally.

After Potions class on Monday, Roger handed in his potions homework. After a friendly exchange between him and Snape, he now only has to hand in 5 bottles each time.

"Okay." Snape took one look and put the potion back into the cabinet.

"Professor, don't you say something?" Roger looked at Snape curiously. His right leg was obviously injured and he was limping.

"What are you talking about?" Snape glanced at him and mocked unceremoniously: "Do you still want me to praise you?"

"If you can beat Gryffindor on the pitch, that will be far more convincing than your fists." Snape couldn't figure out why some young wizards hated Quidditch.

"Forget it." Rogge shook his head, "The broom is only useful on the field, my fists are useful everywhere."

"Don't forget you are a wizard! Boxer wizard?" Snape looked at Rogge angrily, wondering what was in his head.

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As Christmas approaches, owls deliver letters almost every day. Asset manager Andrew asked Jessica many times to deliver letters, saying that people in the Financial City approached him for investment every day.

"Huh, investment? Just unwilling to lose." Rogge shook his head and threw Andrew's letter aside.

Jessica buys a shop in Diagon Alley to sell magic Polaroids. The shop is diagonally opposite Gringotts. Turn left when you go out and you will find Knockturn Alley, which is a prime location. 2,000 Magic Polaroids are ready, and all that remains is the Christmas opening.

"Roger, are you going home for Christmas?" Daphne held the book. She hated rote memorization of the history of magic.

"Well, the Flash Golem House will open on Christmas. I have to go back and make preparations. Don't worry, your Christmas gifts are ready." Rogge looked at the door, and Hagrid was coming in carrying a fir tree. Haha Leigh and Ron were there to help.

"Really?" Daphne said happily, "Give it to me now!"

"No." Roger shook his head, "Christmas gifts are only meaningful on that day."

"Tch, it's like this every year." Daphne turned the juice in the cup and turned her eyes to the auditorium. Professors McGonagall and Flitwick were placing decorations there, while Hagrid was carrying the fir tree to the wall.

Each wall of the auditorium was covered with ribbons composed of holly and mistletoe, and dozens of Christmas trees were decorated differently. Professor Flitwick waved his wand and decorated the tree in front of him with hundreds of candles.

"That's weird," Daphne said, looking at Harry and Ron, resting her head on her hands.

"What's wrong?"

"The two of them actually started going to the library to study recently." Daphne now doesn't care about Harry Potter's title as the savior. Although they haven't had much contact with each other for a few months, she feels that he is not outstanding, not even as good as Hermione. .

Except for excelling at Quidditch, he was as confused as the red-haired Weasley in other subjects.

"Hermione often complains to me that they always borrow homework and copy it. Now they go to the library to study. I wonder if they are under the Imperius Curse."

"We can't always look at others with the same old eyes. People will change." Rogge put Alexander's letter away. The Muggle government of the Soviet Union was in chaos, almost to the point of blowing out the lamp and pulling out the wax. In comparison, the situation in the Soviet Ministry of Magic is better, at least there is order.

Unbreakable Alliance, what an ironic title.

Orthodox Christmas is on January 7th, but they gave the world an unprecedented Christmas gift on December 25th.

At King's Cross Station, Jessica was waiting on the platform early. When she saw her son coming back, she ran over and gave him a big hug.

"He's taller and stronger." Jessica pinched and looked at her son's body, gesturing at Rogge's height with her hands, and nodded happily.

"Quidditch?" Sitting in the car, she complained that her son didn't like this sport.

"Mom, it's so dangerous to fly around in the sky." Rogge firmly refused. If there was no exam in the flying class, he would not even take the flight class.

"When I was in school, I always dreamed of joining the Quidditch team, but unfortunately I didn't even make the Hufflepuff candidate list." Jessica recalled her youth and regretted that her son was not interested in Quidditch.

The villa by the Thames is decorated with Christmas decorations, and the tall Christmas tree in the house is covered with ribbons of various colors. Jessica is preparing food for the owls downstairs, and is sure her son will receive many gifts.

The living room was filled with gift boxes, and Roger was very busy. Even with his magic quill to write cards, he still has to think hard about what to give each person.

After a while, a dozen greeting cards were piled on the table. Jessica smiled happily, feeling relieved that Roger could make so many friends.

Roger's first gift was to his mother Jessica. The gifts were not expensive at all. They were magical photos of himself at Hogwarts. He bound these photos into a book and couldn't help but boast: I am getting more and more handsome.

"Bubbles, go to Andrew's and get the pocket watch I bought."

"Okay, little master." Bubble disappeared in front of Rogge's eyes and came back with the gift box in a few breaths.

This is a Patek Philippe enamel pocket watch. The round case is painted with exquisite landscape paintings using traditional enamel techniques. The pictures are lifelike and colorful. The off-white dial is matched with Patek Philippe's self-made movement, which is beautiful and elegant.

Put the greeting card for Daphne in, and the ribbon will automatically knot into a butterfly buckle on it.

Roger was confused about the gift for Hermione. This top student read books almost every day. He really didn't want to give the little witch any textbooks or study notes, but after thinking about it, only these things could make Hermione happy.

"By the way, why not give her a self-defense spell." Rogge recalled Hermione's adventurous life at Hogwarts and couldn't help but sweat for her. So happily decided!

What he gave to Irina was a magic Polaroid made by himself, Snape was given a magic cloak, and Professor McGonagall was given a crystal cat sculpture... He was busy until noon before Roger closed the last gift box and handed it to the owl. send out.

He sent holiday messages to almost everyone he knew, even Mr. Paul in Wales. For unfamiliar wizards, even the famous Harry has nothing to do with him.

"Is this my Christmas gift?" Jessica noticed there was a wide and flat gift box on the table and asked curiously.

"I won't tell you!"

Looking at her son running back upstairs, Jessica laughed happily.

The fire in the fireplace was burning, and the hands of the clock climbed up little by little. Christmas of 1991 came quietly.