Chapter 16: gift
Chapter 16 Gift
"That's it. Seeing the monster, I'm not even afraid of Filch. I quickly opened the door and ran out with everyone. I couldn't breathe until the door was closed." Harry gasped. It's not easy to open the door while remaining calm.
"Then we ran, ran. We got rid of Filch, we got rid of the monsters. Then we went back and slept with the quilt." Ron said that, looking a little happy.
"What a great adventure, a toast to our adventurers." George gestured to them with the juice. For an eleven-year-old child, the experience last night was not easy.
"Cheers." Harry, Ron, and Hermione were also very happy listening to their friends' praise. Tell your best friend about your experience, and then listen to your friend’s admiration. There is nothing better than this.
"But I won't forget Malfoy. He saw us in the morning with surprise. He must have set a trap from the beginning to report us." Harry said. He did not forget that Malfoy did not keep his promise yesterday and even told secretly. Filch.
"Fortunately, we are not easy to deal with." Ron said proudly.
"Malfoy is not easy to deal with. We were almost caught yesterday." Hermione was still a little bit sad about being caught yesterday.
"By the way, Hermione, how did you suddenly show up yesterday?" Harry was very surprised by Hermione's sudden appearance yesterday, and only then had the opportunity to ask. Ron also leaned forward, and he was also very curious.
"This is the power of magic." Hermione looked at George first, and saw that George didn't intend to speak out, so she was silent.
"Oh" Harry and Ron took a deep breath, and they were envied by the curse. I really want to know, but I'm not too embarrassed to speak.
"I also noticed last night that the three-headed dog was standing on a trapdoor. It was obviously watching something." Since George didn't say anything, Hermione didn't intend to continue discussing the issue of the phantom spell, so she said Other discoveries made yesterday.
"What is it watching?" Harry stroked his head, feeling something coming out of his head.
"I need such a big monster to guard, what I look at is either extremely dangerous or extremely precious," Ron said.
"I may know something about that thing." Harry said, and the three-headed dog, Hagrid, Gringotts, and Gringotts were attacked. One clue after another suddenly joined together, and Harry suddenly realized that he seemed to have discovered something very secret.
"When Hagrid picked me up, he took me to Gringotts." Harry glanced around. They were sitting at a long table near the corner and eating breakfast. The nearest classmate was also separated by a table. , So he said in a low voice.
When everyone saw Harry's appearance, they also became nervous, they all squeezed forward, waiting for Harry to continue talking.
"Hagrid took out a small package from Gringotts, hid it on his body and brought Watts back." Harry continued. "Then Gringotts was attacked, but said that nothing had been stolen because what they were looking for had been Hagrid brought Watts back."
Hearing this, everyone exchanged glances.
"What Hagrid brought back from Gringotts was hidden in the gate guarded by the three-headed dog." Hermione also guessed.
"But what I want most now is to teach Malfoy a good meal." Ron didn't care much about what the three-headed dog was guarding. Yesterday he planned to teach Malfoy with Harry a lot, but he went to Malfoy again. Blessed.
"What happened yesterday won't be so easy." Harry didn't intend to stop there, but he didn't think of a good way for a while.
"Then you should be more careful." George was confident that Harry had better than Malfoy.
At this time, an owl flew into the hall, hovered and fell in front of them, dropped a long package of people, and then flew away with its wings.
"Open it and take a look." George gestured.
Harry opened the package and saw a black slender box inside with Ron's name written on it, so he handed the box to Ron.
Ron was a little surprised and at a loss. He didn't know who would give him a gift. From the box, it seemed to be quite expensive.
"Ron, it's your gift, open it and take a look." Harry said happily.
"But no one will give me a gift." Ron was at a loss. "Maybe it's a mistake."
Seeing Ron's panicked expression, everyone couldn't help but feel a bit sore. Ron may never receive a gift.
"Of course there is no mistake, this is our gift to you."
"You!" Ron didn't know what to say for a while, but silently opened the box.
Inside is a beautiful wand with a fourteen-inch, willow stick body and a unicorn hair core.
"It's so beautiful!" Ron gently touched the slender wand, softly as if he was afraid that he would scare the wand in his hand.
"This is the best gift I have ever received." Ron got a little choked.
Watching this scene, Harry almost shed tears and put his hand on Ron's shoulder. He remembered the first time he received a gift.
"Tell me what's going on." Ron said embarrassedly, holding his wand tightly.
"We saw that the wand you used was about to break down, so we pooled together money to buy you a new one. We originally planned to buy one that is exactly the same as the one you use now. I wrote to Ollivander's wand shop. Knowing that you had tried a wand, we bought it," Hermione said in a deliberate tone.
"Oh, I remember it, I tried this wand in Ollivander's shop, it is still so beautiful." Ron was a little incoherent.
Looking at the sight, Hermione was a little moved. In fact, she and Harry didn't notice Ron's dilemma.
Although they became good friends, she and Harry hadn't thought about giving Ron a gift. It was George who told her and Harry privately to arrange everything, and only symbolically accepted a silver sico from her and Harry, and forced them to say that the gift was given by the three together.
Hermione and Harry thought about telling the truth, but they were quickly persuaded by George that Ron would probably be embarrassed to accept it if it was only given by George.
George looked at this scene with some sympathy, different from the joke when he looked at it in the story, to a person who was really in it. Poverty and embarrassment are really too bad things. He is not the original party of textual research, and most of the things in the story have no memory.
But when he saw Ron wearing his brother's old robe and using his brother's old wand, he knew that this was hurting an eleven-year-old child. The child is definitely not an irresponsible parent clamoring, "I don’t have a personality, and I don’t understand anything, I must listen to my parents."
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