Chapter 459 Santa's Elbow

The genius remembers the address of this site in a second: (Apex Chinese), the fastest update! No advertisements! When Maca, Luna, and Hermione stepped into the gate of Hogwarts with a large group of elves, the students had already started Ready to go home.

Coincidentally this year, after a day off, it's Christmas holiday again.

But this year's three-week Christmas holiday, Hermione's young wizard won't be able to enjoy much free time. Leaving aside the training courses they came up with, Hogwarts' academic arrangements alone had to be considered.

Because, when this period of vacation is over, they have to face-to-face with the exam in a hand-to-hand battle with blood and tears.

I have to take Lark and his clan to see Professor McGonagall first, and you should prepare as soon as possible! If you have anything to do after the holiday, write to me... Maca looked at Hermione and Luna and said , If you encounter any difficulties, please notify me with fake gold coins - Luna too, remember?

Okay. Luna nodded bluntly, Merry Christmas.

Seeing that Maca was about to leave, Hermione stopped him.

Hey! she called softly, well... I mean, Christmas... where are you going to spend it?

Oh, yes...Christmas... Maca seemed to have just begun to think about it, and after thinking about it for a while, she said, I will probably go to Black's old house! There are also some homeless children there. , I think they should also have a relaxed and merry Christmas.

The children you brought back from the United States? At first, those children were sent to Hogwarts first, and Hermione had a glimpse of them once from a distance, What did they go through? From what I saw that day Well, that must be too bad...

In short, they all had an unfortunate past, Maca shrugged. Some of them have already contacted their families through some relationships, and there should be few who still stay in the old house.

Oh... Hermione couldn't bear it, I think I should go see them too... On Christmas Eve, I too...

No, I think you'd better stay at home and spend it with your parents. Maca immediately stopped, Any family's Christmas needs the company of children, otherwise your parents will lose their decoration The meaning of the Christmas tree. By the way, you'd better act like you still believe that Santa Claus is real... I'm sure your parents will be very happy.

Oh... I haven't believed in Santa Claus since I was six years old, Hermione shook her head helplessly, It's all because Dad slipped in the snow he sprinkled when he was forging Santa Claus' footprints, His elbow...

She stopped talking as she spoke, as if she didn't want to recall that bad memory at that time again.

What happened to his elbow? Luna asked in a daze.

Hmm...you don't want to know... Hermione looked at Luna and Maca hesitantly, and seeing that they both looked curious, she couldn't help but pursed her lips in embarrassment, Okay, okay... …Daddy's elbow was on my stomach so hard it almost pushed my stuffed stake cake and Christmas pudding out of my throat!

Oh—— Maca and Luna looked at each other in horror.

Enough! said Hermione, blushing and stomping her feet, But I think you're right - I should spend Christmas with Mom and Dad, I miss them a lot, and they definitely miss me even more.

Yes, that's it!

Maca nodded slightly, and under the suspicious eyes of the little wizards passing nearby, he beckoned the elves to the principal's office.

What is 'Christmas'? Old Lak asked curiously, Sounds very interesting!

It was a day with delicious food and fun, and reunion with friends and family. Maca said casually as he walked, In short, there will be a lot of laughter on that day! I think you will like……

soon,

When Maca led a large group of chattering little guys to the door of the principal's office, he found that the door had already been opened.

House-elf? came a voice from within, you... um... where did you get all these poltergeists?

As soon as he entered the principal's room, Macha suddenly saw Snape's figure. The big Mr. Bat was still the same as usual, as if he was dissatisfied with everything, with a look of disgust on his face.

Merry Christmas, Professor Snape. Maca greeted casually, They're not house-elves, um...at least, they're not the same.

Hmph, whatever! You came just in time... Snape shook his greasy hair and said, During the holiday, Tia and I will go to America to look for clues...you know, see you later.

Oh, really? As Maca was talking, Snape passed him by, waving his sleeves to drive away the elves who were in the way, and walked outside.

He looked at Snape's leaving back, thought for a while, and then shouted at the other party: Remember to be careful over there, although the main trouble has been eliminated, it may not be completely safe there!

Hearing this reminder, Snape suddenly turned around, and saw him looking over the heads of the elves, looking at Maca and paused slightly.

Understood, he nodded, expressionless, but I think you should pay more attention than me.

Maca couldn't help feeling that Snape was right, because what Snape was going to do had nothing to do with Voldemort or Grinwald, but he was the number one enemy of those two.

After watching Snape leave, Maca turned around and nodded to Professor McGonagall.

Professor, these elves will fight Voldemort with us. With them, I think Hogwarts will be stronger and more secure, he said.

In fact, Professor McGonagall has been observing these elves since just now. There were so many of them that not only crowded the principal's room, but even extended to the outside of the door.

And looking at their casual expressions and movements, as well as their non-stop chirping at that moment, Mag has already felt the obvious difference between them and the house elves.

They...are house elves? Professor McGonagall hesitated, They look alike, but...

Well... they should be regarded as the descendants of another line left by the ancestors of the house elves, Maca explained, You can understand-their branch has not experienced the defeat and surrender at the beginning, is... how? Say? A race of 'free elves'?

'Freedom'? said the old Lak who was huddled next to Maca, This word sounds good, old Lak likes this word...

What is he talking about? Professor McGonagall asked suspiciously.

He said he liked 'freedom,' Maca translated a little, and continued, his name was 'Rack,' and he was the oldest of these elves—maybe you don't understand their language , but they can roughly understand what you're talking about.

Hey, young wizard, Old Lak tugged at the hem of Maca's robe, the elf needs work! The elf needs to complete Ferry's mission! What should I do?

Of course, don't worry. Maca looked at him and said, I'll tell you about the clues I got in a while, and you won't be idle. But before that, I have to arrange a place for you to stay. Isn't it?

He comforted the old Lark a few words, and then said to Professor McGonagall: There are still many places to live in the castle, but I want to let them meet the house elves in the kitchen or something...Professor, what do you think? How about it?

As Maca said, Hogwarts Castle is quite big, and from the beginning of the school, it has never been able to fully utilize this ample space.

Not to mention other places, even in the basement of the castle, there are too many spare rooms.

Take them to the kitchen? I think that scene must be very messy, Professor McGonagall thought for a while, but nodded, But if you go with them, then there shouldn't be a big problem.

Thank you, Professor. Maca nodded towards McGonagall. I think Hermione will be very happy for your permission!

That being said, Maca didn't intend to call Hermione along. They were supposed to leave school and go home in a while, and if they called her over now, she wouldn't have time to pack her things.

Not long after, Maca led the elves through the spiral staircase, all the way to the underground corridor of the main castle of Hogwarts, and stopped in front of a still life painting of fruits.

Under the curious eyes of the elves, Maca reached out and scratched the pear in the painting.

Suddenly, the originally motionless Li Zi suddenly twisted her body and giggled. This movement of it caused the other fruits that were placed in the fruit plate to roll a little bit, and an apple fell from the edge of the plate to the table, making a soft cry of ouch.

Immediately, the giggling pear silently changed into a green doorknob.

As a Hufflepuff at Hogwarts, he used to visit the kitchen late at night. Coming now, it is naturally quite familiar.

Without further ado, Maca reached out and twisted the handle, pulling the picture frame away.

The kitchen is inside, and some of your fellow clansmen live here... He turned his head and said to Old Lak, But, remember what I told you? Although you don't seem to care, but I I think it’s better to remind me—”

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