Chapter 57: Wizards should play like wizards in snowball fights

"Wright, good transfiguration." Dumbledore, who was sitting at the head of the table, raised his glass to Wright, "I believe Professor McGonagall will be satisfied with your display of skills."

"Thank you." Wright nodded slightly to Dumbledore to express his gratitude, and when he turned to look at Professor McGonagall sitting aside, she also nodded to Wright.

Professor Flitwick, who was sitting next to Dumbledore, didn't say anything and just narrowed his eyes with a smile; Hagrid on the side also gave Wright a thumbs up.

Harry and Fred at the other end, after smoking a few colorful firecrackers, each carried a lot of things and walked towards the long table. Wright saw a bag of shining balloons and a set of wizard chess in Harry's arms, while Fred had a strange set of magical equipment.

"How do these turkeys taste?" Fred walked over to Wright and sat down, and also reached out to the big roasted turkey on the table.

"It's okay." Wright said something against his will.

To be honest, Wright wasn't very used to the taste of turkey. If it wasn't for the fact that it was a Christmas party, he would have asked Gaga to serve him a pork and cabbage dumpling.

"Wright, do you have any plans for the afternoon?" Fred asked Wright vaguely with a large piece of turkey in his mouth.

"What's wrong?" Wright said.

"That's it, we're going to..."

"Ouch!"

But before Fred could finish speaking, his third brother Percy suddenly let out a cry of pain. When everyone at the dinner table looked at him, they found that he was covering his cheek with one hand, with a painful look on his face, and there was a shining silver Siko on the other hand.

"Good luck! Percy!" Ron said enviously to Percy, his voice slowly weakened, "There will only be one silver in the Christmas pudding, and you ate it like this! I still think about myself …”

"It's not a big deal." Percy had an expression of pain and joy on his face, and as he spoke, he put the silver coin in his hand into his left pocket.

"By the way, Fred, you haven't said what we are going to do later." Wright turned his head and redirected his attention from Percy and Ron, who were chatting, to Fred.

"We're going to have a snowball fight with everyone later! Just after dinner!" George told his brother the plan they had just made on the way. "We happen to have only five people now. We can't split into two teams for the snowball fight. , do you want to come to participate?”

"Of course!" Wright nodded affirmatively.

The atmosphere of the Christmas party became more and more lively. Hagrid drank glass after glass of wine, his cheeks became redder and redder, and finally he kissed Professor McGonagall on the cheek. But Professor McGonagall did not show any strange emotions. Like Hagrid, she just giggled and blushed while immersed in the Christmas banquet. The tall black hat on her head The top hat tilted to one side as she smiled.

After the last Christmas dessert was over, Wright slowly followed the Weasley brothers and Harry to the playground. The snow outside had stopped long ago, and several feet of snowflakes were spread on the Quidditch. On top of the strange stadium, it looked completely white.

…

"We're going to have a snowball fight later! Do you know?" Percy pretended to be majestic and said. The "p" medal on his chest shone in the sun. Everyone knew that the medal represented class. long identity.

"So we have to group up first." Wright took over Percy's words and continued, "I'm in a group with Fred and George, and Percy, Ron, and Harry are in a group. Is there any problem with this grouping?"

"No!" "No!" the twins cheered loudly.

"Yes!" Ron objected.

"Then tell me how we should be divided into groups?" Wright immediately gave up the power of grouping to Ron.

"Well..." Ron looked at the people gathered in a circle, with an obviously embarrassed look on his face. He and Harry should be in the same group, and Fred and George must be in the same group. The only problem is where Wright and Percy should follow each other.

"We don't want to be paired with Percy," Fred said. "I'm going to use a cold snowball to tell him that prefects aren't the only valuable thing! Family is!"

"Fred, what you said is so good!" George pretended to wipe the corners of his eyes and shook away a few non-existent tears, "I'm almost crying!"

"Okay then, let's play the game as Wright grouped it just now," Ron said with his chin raised, "Let me state in advance that no sneak attacks are allowed before the start is announced!"

"no problem!"

"Of course!"

"You guys should leave quickly! We need to discuss countermeasures!"

Wright and the twins exchanged a look, and then said in unison.

Just as Percy, Ron and Harry were preparing to cross the snow and leave here step by step, Fred glanced at George and Wright again, and the three of them immediately followed them quietly.

"Right here! Get ready..." Ron was just about to turn around and announce the start to Wright and others, but was pushed directly into the snow by Wright who suddenly appeared behind him, and Harry and Percy beside him also They were each pushed into the snow by Fred and George.

Wright smiled evilly and left with Fred and George, leaving Harry and the others in the same place, dazed in the snow.

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"Hey! We are having a snowball fight! This is not a real war!" Ron held a snowball almost as big as his fist and shouted to the three Wrights on the opposite side.

"But we are wizards! Wizards should play like wizards in snowball fights!" Wright, who was standing on a low snow wall, said condescendingly to Ron. This was what he had just transformed using the transformation technique. However, it did not change its properties, it just piled the shape of the snow into a short city wall.

"That's not fair!" Ron shouted, "Harry and I are only first years!"

Harry on the side also shouted in agreement.

"I'm only in the second year!" Wright threw a snowball downwards, hitting Harry's head, who was beating constantly below. "Fred and George are only in the third year, but you have a snowball over there. Fifth grade Percy!"

"But Percy..." Ron quickly stopped talking as he looked at Percy whose expression quickly turned dangerous.

A one-sided brutal snowball fight began like this, but as time went by, Percy also began to transform into several short snowy mountains for defense, although before the transformation, his whole body was covered with snow. Filled with snowflakes by Fred and George.

The six of us played together on the playground for a whole afternoon and had a great time. It wasn't until it was getting late and their clothes were wet from the melted snow that they returned to the castle to warm themselves up by the fire.