Chapter 205 Christmas Gift

Robert, who was far away in the flower-growing country, had no idea how much trouble his junior could make.

Harry and Ron, who were carried away by the holiday, almost overturned the dormitory because the dormitory was theirs for the entire holiday.

"I heard there's a Christmas dinner today!" Ron stared, his tone full of excitement.

"Ah, I'm looking forward to it." Harry was opening his Christmas presents and said casually to Ron.

The first thing to be opened was a kraft paper package, courtesy of Hagrid. Harry opened one layer and found another layer of kraft paper underneath, layer by layer...

"Man, who gave you that gift?" Ron looked at him funny, "Did you send the kraft paper as a gift?"

Harry ignored him, he had already removed the innermost layer.

"It's a flute." Harry picked up the rough-made piccolo and put it in his mouth, "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...Oh, this sounds a bit like Hedwig."

"What is this?" Ron came over and picked up a small envelope that fell on the ground. "It seems to be from your aunt."

Harry took the envelope in disbelief, "They would actually give me a Christmas gift? Well, I mean, they hate all wizarding things... How did this letter come?"

He turned to the back of the envelope, where a coin was taped, and he snapped it off, holding it in the palm of his hand, fifty pence.

"Is this Muggle money?" Ron's eyes widened, "Oh, this is so cool! Such a shape, it's really weird."

Seeing that he seemed very interested, Harry tossed the coin to him and said, "Here you go."

Ron put it away with a look of joy.

"Um, what is this?" Harry pulled out a large, bulging paper bag. It was so heavy that Harry almost thought he couldn't pick it up.

Ron's face turned red and he said with a bit of stuttering, "This, I think, may be a gift from my mother. She likes to give away sweaters that she knits herself, Weasley family style."

Harry's mouth opened wide, "Wow! That's great! But, will it be too much trouble for her?"

"Um..." Ron touched his nose in embarrassment, "Didn't you say you might not receive the gift before? So I told her..."

"Thank you Ron, and Mrs. Weasley." Harry opened the paper bag and took out the green sweater and fudge inside. "You are truly the best people I have ever met!"

Ron giggled.

The next thing to be opened was a large box of chocolate frogs.

"This is from Hermione." Harry opened the package and took a bite, "Would you like a piece?"

Ron raised the paper bag in his hand and said, "She also gave me a bag."

"This seems to be from Robert." Harry tilted his head, "What will he give me?"

Ron curled his lips, his face not particularly pretty, but he still said, "It's gummy."

"Huh?" Harry opened the paper package. Inside was a box of beautifully made desserts, with pumpkin shapes, animal shapes, and some flowers that Harry didn't recognize.

Harry was a little confused, "You said this is gummy?"

He subconsciously poked it with his hand, and it was really soft.

Ron nodded, "Robert's craftsmanship is quite good. This kind of transparent one has a lighter taste, but the filling inside will be delicious."

When Harry heard what he said, he picked up a piece of transparent gummy candy, threw it into his mouth, and chewed it twice.

The candy on the outside does not have much flavor, just a faint fragrance, but after biting into it, there is indeed a strong floral aroma.

"Is this... nectar?" Harry was a little confused, "Can nectar be transparent?"

"I don't know, but it's really delicious." Ron swallowed, couldn't help but unwrap his own package, sat on the bedside with Harry, and began to destroy the gummy candies.

There wasn't much in the box of gummy candies. After the two finished eating, they clapped their hands and discovered a small bag hidden at the bottom of the box.

"What is this?" Harry opened the paper bag and a red rope fell out.

Ron held the rope with a disgusted expression, "Oh my God, he doesn't want us to carry this thing, does he? I won't wear this thing."

As he spoke, he threw the red rope into the carton, preparing to throw them away together.

At this time, the two people's eyes fell on the last paper package.

"Okay, man, this is the last one." Ron licked his lips, "Let's guess what's in it?"

Harry picked up the paper package and shook it, "I don't know...it doesn't say who sent it."

"Open it and take a look!" Ron suggested.

Harry tore open the paper package in a few seconds, and a silver-gray liquid-like substance slid to the ground, emitting a silver light.

Ron's attention was drawn to the thing on the ground, "Merlin! Could this be..." He seemed to have bitten his tongue and inhaled in pain.

"What?" Harry picked up the shiny silver object, looked at it curiously, and poked it with his hand, "This is just like a ball of water..."

"If I'm not mistaken!" Ron came over and said in a low voice, "This thing is very, very rare, very, very precious, and someone would actually give you this!"

"So..." Harry looked at him and then at the ball in his hand, "What is it?"

"Invisibility cloak!" Ron said affirmatively, with a somewhat obsessed expression on his face, "Hurry up and put it on and take a look!"

Hearing his words, Harry put this thing on his body like a robe, and then heard Ron yelling, "Look! I was right, it really is this! Look at your legs !”

Harry looked down and saw that, yes, his lower body was missing.

Curious, he couldn't help but go to the mirror nearby and looked carefully. The area covered by the invisibility cloak completely disappeared into the air, as if it didn't exist in the first place.

A letter fell to the ground, and Ron reminded him to pick it up. Harry opened the letter, and it was written in a completely unfamiliar handwriting without a signature, but it told him a message.

This invisibility cloak is a relic of his father.

Harry stared blankly at the letter in his hand, even forgetting to put away the Invisibility Cloak - does this thing belong to his father?

So why isn't it in the vault?

Who did his father lend it to before he died?

That must be... a very important friend, right?

I really want to meet him and listen to him tell the story about him and his father.

"...Harry?" He heard Ron's voice, his tone full of concern, "What's wrong with you?"

"No, it's nothing." Harry forced a smile, "I'm fine, really, it's nothing."

With that said, he put away the invisibility cloak and asked casually, "What gift did you receive?"

Ron shrugged, "Same as before, Mom's sweaters, Fred and their joke products, Percy's notes, Robert's candies...ah, I would have forgotten if you didn't tell me! Charlie sent me a good thing , wait a minute! I’ll show it to you right now!”

As he spoke, he pounced on the pile of opened paper packages.