Chapter 13 Christmas Vacation

"Brian, I never want to talk to Pansy again." Daphne said angrily to Brian, "It's true this time."

"What's wrong?" Brian smiled and listened.

"She lost my favorite bow, but she still didn't admit that she lost it, and laughed that it was so ugly that even a pig wouldn't wear it!" Daphne's voice was filled with tears.

Brian pondered for a moment and said, "Well, how did you find out that she lost it?"

"Peggy said she saw Pansy put it on her head that day and then it fell into the lake."

Brian was speechless. He had no choice but to comfort the angry little girl and join her in denouncing Pansy Parkinson.

"Okay, I don't want to talk about her anymore." Daphne said in a better mood.

"By the way, can you tell me about your friends?" she said.

"Well, Draco and the others? Well, what kind of person do you think Draco is?" Brian asked.

"He...he likes to talk a bit, but he's not very mature anyway." Daphne said bluntly.

Brian was dumbfounded: "He's only eleven years old! So are you! How can he be mature at this age?"

"But you are quite mature." Daphne looked at him with her blue eyes, "Your eyes are like my father's."

"...I'm different." Brian was silent for a moment, shook his head and said, "Actually, Draco is indeed immature, but he is very loyal and values ​​his friends. Although sometimes he also has shortcomings like Pansy, He can be annoying at times, but he's actually kind and a good friend."

"His character is very interesting. He's a bit middle-aged, but he's more of a tsundere." Brian smiled. This character is very interesting.

"Second grade two? Tsundere? What does that mean?" Daphne said two strange words awkwardly.

"It's just that I'm usually a bit self-righteous and likes to be cool, but in fact I don't mean what I say. I'm actually very kind and... well, beautiful at heart." Brian considered it for a moment and said, "It's quite an awkward personality, but very cute."

"I think he doesn't like you describing him as cute." Daphne chuckled.

"He's always with those two big guys," Daphne said. "And they have a problem with Harry Potter. It's really weird."

"Yeah, it's a big deal." Brian shrugged, not intending to elaborate.

"But Crabbe and Goyle are actually more of a headache," he continued.

Daphne didn't answer, just looked at him with curious eyes.

"Crabbe was a little better, but Goyle overwhelmed me the most," Bryan said.

"He is always clumsy and can't do anything well. We are always worried that he will not pass the O.W.L. exam."

"But you will help him, right?" Daphne said.

"Of course, but... I made a joke to him that day. I told him that as long as he faced the mirror in the empty classroom on the third floor at nine o'clock at night, he would peel an apple with a silver knife. As long as he peeled the apple completely and ensured that As long as the skin is not peeled off, if he takes out his wand and says 'Emergency is like a law' in front of the mirror, he can summon the mirror spirit to fulfill his wish."

"You are so bad." Daphne covered her mouth and laughed, "What happened next? Did he believe it?"

"Yes, not only did he believe it, but he has peeled dozens of kilograms of apples for such a long time." Brian said helplessly.

"Why? Normal people will understand that this is fake after trying it once, right?" Daphne's eyes widened.

"That's right, but the key is that he has never completed a ritual so far." Brian was even more helpless, "He can't always keep the apple peel from breaking in the middle."

Daphne stared for a long time, then laughed out loud.

"I've been trying to tell him recently that I lied to him, but he doesn't believe it. He has to try it himself." Brian spread his hands, "He may have to peel apples for a whole year."

"I'm looking for a way to ensure that when he finally completes a ritual, our friendship will not be broken." Brian concluded, "Do you have any advice for me?"

"No, I think you can peel apples with him." Daphne held her stomach and laughed so hard that she couldn't straighten up.

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The Christmas holiday is coming soon, and almost all the little wizards are in no mood to study. Everyone is looking forward to the holiday.

The weather became bitingly cold, and the underground classroom where the Potions class was located was even more damp and cold.

Malfoy was wrapped tightly in his clothes and pressed against the steaming cauldron to keep warm.

"You should wear more clothes." Brian, wearing a warm black silver-buttoned cloak, looked at Malfoy's slightly thin clothes and said.

"Stop it, I didn't expect this classroom to be so cold." Malfoy complained. He has always disliked that wearing too bulky clothes would damage his image.

In order to divert his attention, he began to taunt Harry Potter again: "Oh, poor Potter and Weasley, don't the family want you? Or the Weasley family can't afford to support you, so the whole family needs to be together Are you out begging?"

Crabbe and Goyle were snickering and accidentally knocked over their cauldron.

Harry ignored Malfoy, while Ron glared at him.

This made Malfoy so excited that he didn't intend to let them go until the end of Potions class.

He kept taunting two poor little people who were unwanted for having to spend Christmas at Hogwarts, and eventually Brian couldn't bear it and dragged him away.

"You know, I'm also spending Christmas at Hogwarts." Brian said helplessly.

"Well, you're different from them," Malfoy muttered. "That's cool."

"I also want to spend Christmas at Hogwarts. It will be very different from previous years." Malfoy raised his chin and said, "But my mother cried and asked me to go back, so I had to go home to comfort her."

Soon, the Christmas vacation came as scheduled, most of the little wizards went home, and the school seemed much empty.

Brian held an envelope with white roses pinned on it. The font on it was delicate and soft. The envelope had been sprayed with perfume, exuding a delicate and elegant fragrance.

This is a letter from his mother.

Brian unfolded the letter. Mrs. Foley learned that he was staying in school for Christmas and expressed her support. However, she also wrote some words of advice inside. The longing and concern revealed between the lines made Brian sigh slightly.

He had not dealt with this situation and was not prepared to face her.

Of course, this was just one of the reasons why he decided to stay in school. The more important thing is that he needs to take a look at the Mirror of Erised, the mirror that can show the desires of people's hearts.

He didn't want to see it, he needed to see it.

Perhaps it can show Brian what he really desires and allow him to understand his heart.

This is important.

This magic mirror should have been placed there specifically for Harry by Dumbledore, and it was only placed there during Christmas. He had to hurry up and find the mirror.

But this also means that he is very likely to face Dumbledore for the first time. He will definitely keep an eye on it.

For this reason, he could no longer practice Occlumency step by step, but used another witness point to reach the level of mastery. This should be enough to deal with Dumbledore's possible Legilimency. After all, it is impossible for him to use this magic on a student with all his strength. It would be easy to detect and extremely disrespectful.

Walking out of the castle, there was thick snow outside. The Weasley twin brothers Fred and George were having a snowball fight. They cast magic on the snowballs to make them chase Quirrell. Brian saw several snowballs hitting the back of Quirrell's head.

Brian couldn't help feeling that Voldemort was in such trouble for choosing the back of Quirrell's head.

He also secretly made a snowball, clicked it with his wand, and let it mix into the Weasley brothers' snowballs, and finally hit Quirrell hard on the back of the head.

"It's quite stress-relieving," Brian commented.

He walked around the field a few times, but received several snowballs from the Weasley brothers. They repeated their old trick of making Snowball chase his head.

Brian took out his wand and muttered something, causing the snowball to fly back at a faster speed, but it fell to the ground midway. The Weasley brothers made playful faces at him.

Brian shook his head, ignored them, turned around and entered the castle, heading towards Quirrell's office.

He knocked on the door and walked into the office.

Quirrell was sitting on a chair reading a book. He didn't look embarrassed at all, but his face was obviously paler.

"Professor Quirrell, you don't look well." Brian said.

"Ah, it's okay, I just need more rest." Quirrell's voice trembled slightly.

Brian nodded and said no more.

Perhaps the Dark Lord's possession was also constantly eroding his life, making him more and more haggard.

"I learned something from Potter, which may be helpful to you. You know, he has a very good relationship with Hagrid." Brian said, "Hagrid has always wanted to raise a dragon, and he likes it passionately. it."

"I think if there is a way to get a dragon egg, I can lower his vigilance, and then find a way to get him drunk, and maybe I can get something out of him." Brian said calmly.

Although Hagrid is usually careless and tends to let some things slip, this is only for people close to him.

Hagrid is actually very wary of unfamiliar people and strangers.

At least he would never let anyone get him drunk, let alone reveal any crucial information.

But there is no doubt that he loses control only when faced with something he desperately wants.

And a dragon egg is this kind of thing.

"Well, this is also a way." Quirrell said in a deep voice, "You are doing a good job, continue to help me pay attention to the news."