Chapter 123 Christmas Presents

"I got some presents! Ron!"

Looking at the small pile of gift boxes at the foot of his bed, Harry exclaimed in surprise.

Sleepy-eyed Ron rubbed his eyes, and said in a not sober tone: "So what do you think you will receive? Cabbage?"

As he spoke, he looked at the pile of packages at the foot of his bed.Apparently, it was much bigger than Harry's pile.

Looking at them, Ron scratched his head and muttered to himself: "It seems to be a little more than in previous years."

While he was still wondering, Harry couldn't wait to open his present.

Picking up the treasure on the top, he glanced at the thick kraft paper, which was full of flamboyant and rough characters.

"Hagrid to Harry"

Harry pinched the paper bag, and the paper bag took on the outline of a small cylinder under the pressure.

"Is it a telescope?"

Ron came over at some point and asked with interest.

"A spotting telescope? What do you mean?"

Harry asked, preparing to open the paper packet.First he tore it, but didn't tear it open. He brought the glued place of the paper bag up to his eyes and looked at it, then silently took out a paper knife from the drawer of the table next to his bed.

"A telescope! It's a very important prop for watching a Quidditch match! Those big Quidditch pitches, you can't see clearly without a magic telescope with a high magnification."

Ron stared at the paper bag without batting an eye, watching Harry open the present expectantly.

Harry cut open the paper packet, reached inside, and pulled out a poorly made flute.

Ron was disappointed, but Harry was still very happy.He put the flute to his mouth and blew it lightly, and the flute made a strange sound.Kind of like an owl hooting.

"I bet Hagrid made this thing himself."

Ron looked at this very Hagrid-style flute and said to Harry.

Harry tilted his head indifferently: "Isn't it better this way? And it's also possible that I don't know how to blow."

Ignoring Ron's disappointment, Harry rummaged through his drawer, then got up and walked to his suitcase, opened the suitcase, found a piece of clothing he was no longer wearing, and under Ron's surprised gaze, put the The clothes were cut open, and then the flute was wrapped up preciously.

"Ah... is it necessary?"

Ron scratched his head and spoke in a very puzzled manner.

Harry nodded vigorously.Then he went back to the foot of the bed and picked up the second parcel.

This paper bag is small and looks thin.

After opening it, there was a note inside.

"We got your heart, with a Christmas present for you. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia."

After Harry read the letter, he turned the note to the back.

There was a fiftypence piece stuck there.

Harry had no expression on his face.

"It's kind of friendly," he said softly.Then he looked up and saw Ron staring straight at the coin.

"How strange," said Ron, "such a shape! Is this Muggle money?"

"You keep it." Harry handed the coin to Ron without thinking.Ron took the coin, blushing with excitement, and looked at the coin over and over again.He kept muttering the words 'really interesting' in his mouth.

Harry ignored the ecstatic Ron, but looked at the remaining gifts at the foot of the bed.

"Hagrid's, Uncle Vernon's, and who sent the rest?"

Harry asked puzzled.

"I think I know who sent this." Ron said a little embarrassed wise man, a big bulging paper package: "It was my mother, I told her, you thought you would not receive a gift-oh! Oops……"

Ron looked at the paper bag that Harry had ripped open, and groaned in pain: "She knitted you a sweater like the one that the Weasleys have."

Harry saw the thick bright green sweater at hand.And what's under it, a big box of unlabeled, fudge.

Ron touched the same paper bag as Harry from the foot of his bed.

"She knits us a sweater every year," said Ron listlessly. "Mine are always claret."

Harry opened the box, stuffed a piece of fudge into his mouth, and nodded vigorously.

“Really delicious!”

Harry said sincerely: "She is really kind!"

There are three paper bags left.Two seem to be not small in size, the other looks only and looks thin, but the shape is not small.

Harry reached out first and took one of the two sizeable ones.

Ron leaned over curiously.He also wondered who the hell was going to give Harry the gift.

Open the paper bag, there is a lot of sugar.There are all kinds of them, and they are not cheap.

"Merry Christmas, Pot!"

Seeing this note, Harry knew who sent the package.

"Malfoy? He actually gave you a present?"

Ron looked at Harry in surprise, like his wife smelling a perfume that didn't belong to him from her husband's neck.

"Our relationship isn't bad, and he... has money."

Harry didn't explain too much. Anyway, under Luke's help, although his relationship with Malfoy is not a good friend, it is not enough to pinch them when they meet.Plus, Malfoy does have money,

"I guess there should be people who have a reasonable relationship with him."

Harry looked at Ron and said solemnly.

Ron shook his head: "I don't think I have. Let's see the next one. I guess Luke should give you a gift too."

"Then you should have it too," said Harry, dragging another large paper bag over.

"It's heavy," said Harry.

Tear open the paper package, first of all there is a note on it, which is closer to a letter in terms of length.

"Merry Christmas, Harry, I've thought about the gift for you for a long time, but in the end I decided to give you some books. Most of them are about the common sense and remote knowledge of the wizarding world. For those who have not lived in the wizarding world since childhood You will be of some help. Of course, there is also a Quidditch training notebook, which I bought from the Bulgarian genius boy Viktor Krum. He is regarded as the leader of Bulgarian Quidditch future."

"I think you'll like it. If you want to be a Quidditch player, I think it will help you a little."

"Luke Gaunt."

Harry read the words on the note word for word, and then took a deep breath.

Ron asked curiously, "What did Luke say?"

Harry stuffed the note into his pocket.Then he moved away so that Ron could see that huge pile of books.

"Oh, hell..."

Ron let out a wail: "Luke won't give me a bunch of books too!"

Then he saw, Harry found an inconspicuous notebook from the pile of books, with a very solemn expression on his face.

"What is this?" Ron leaned over curiously.

Then he saw the words on the cover of the note.

"Quidditch Seeker Training Routine and Dos and Don'ts - Viktor Krum."

Ron's mouth became an 'o'.

"My God! Krum's notes! It's Krum's notes!"

Ron exclaimed.Subconsciously, he wanted to grab the notebook and take a look.However, he stopped in time.He also knew that this thing was not for him.

"Is he famous?"

Harry asked curiously.

"Very famous!" Ron nodded, "He is the reserve player of the Bulgarian national team. Although he is still a student, he already has the ability to become the top professional golfer. It is said that the next Quebec He will be the Seeker for the Bulgarian team in the Diqi World Cup!"

"It's so... so rich that Luke actually got his notebook..."

Obviously, Ron also realized that it was thanks to the money.Of course it's not just about the money.

Luke had worked hard for this notebook.After looking for many people, I finally knocked Krum unconscious with money and got this notebook.

Harry looked at this unattractive but immeasurably valuable notebook, was silent for a moment and then said, "Ron, tell me, how about I become a professional Quidditch player in the future?"

Ron was interrupted by this sudden question, and then he said loudly: "Of course! Harry, you must be fine!"

The confidence in his voice was even stronger than Harry's own.

Harry had a big smile on his face.

Touching the cover of the note, he put it on his bed with great care.Then he brought the last paper bag over.

"Look who sent this. I'll also see what Luke gave me as a present. It would be great if it was a note too!"

As Ron spoke, he couldn't help but glanced at his pile of presents.Trying hard to distinguish which one would be given to him by Luke.

Harry weighed the paper bag in his hand, and it bounced twice in his hand.

Portions are light.

He opened the paper bag, and without paying attention, a liquid-like, silver-gray shiny thing slid down to the floor and gathered into a pile.

Ron looked at the pile and gasped.

"I've heard of this thing." He swallowed, "If I'm right—this thing is very rare and very valuable."

Luke was not impressed by his somewhat exaggerated description, and while asking "What is it?", he leaned over and picked it up from the ground.

As soon as he got his hands, a look of surprise flashed across Harry's face: "Water-like...fabric?"

When Ron heard him describe it like this, a look of awe appeared on his face: "It's an invisibility cloak, I'm sure—Harry, try it on."

Harry threw the Invisibility Cloak over his shoulders, and Ron let out a cry.

"Sure enough! Look down!"

Harry looked down at his feet, but there was nothing there.With an excited smile on his face, he ran to the mirror excitedly.In the mirror at this time, only his head was selected in mid-air, and his body was completely invisible.And when he pulled the invisibility cloak over his head, he was completely invisible in the mirror.

"A note, Harry, a note fell out."

Ron looked at the note that suddenly fell from the front of the mirror and exclaimed.

Harry took off the cloak immediately and grabbed the letter.When he got it in front of his eyes, he had never seen it before, with slender, circled fonts.

"Your father left this thing to me before he died.

It should now be returned to you.

Use it well.

Sincerely wish you a Merry Christmas. "

Without the title of the book, Harry waited for the note in a daze, and Ron marveled at the Invisibility Cloak.

"If I can get such a thing, I don't want anything!"

He looked at the invisibility cloak and said excitedly and enviously.

Harry, on the other hand, stared blankly at the note with a dull expression, his hands trembling slightly unconsciously.

"What's the matter with you, Harry?"

Ron looked at Harry suspiciously.

"It's nothing." Harry stuffed the letter into his pocket, then looked thoughtful.

It's a pity that he hasn't waited for him to figure out 'Who sent this? ''Is this really his father's? These two questions, the joyful voice of the twins came from the door.

In front of these two people, it is really difficult to think quietly.Harry was also dragged into the discussion of Christmas presents by them.

They were wearing the Weasleys' signature sweaters, and Ron was asked to wear them.After Ron put it on with half a push, they showed the two of them the Christmas present that Luke had given them.

A lease for a shop.Inexpensive prices and great location.Anyone who knows the business knows how valuable this thing is.

Under the urging of everyone, Ron also opened the gift Luke gave him.

Nothing fancy, just a bag of money.

Luke wrote that he really hadn't thought of anything to give him.Because he needs so many things.New robes, new wands, new textbooks, even new pets.So just give him some money, and buy what you want and need yourself.

Although compared with others, it is really nothing new.But it's actually practical.Ron just muttered slightly.But when he saw that Percy had nothing, not even the slightest bit of resentment was gone.

Everyone is friends with Luke, guess who isn't?

……

"You still have time to prepare gifts for us?"

Gemma looked at the gift box by the door with a confused expression on her face.

And Luke was writing a letter lying on the table, and there was a big box that was already packed beside him.

"It doesn't take much time to prepare a gift." Luke stuffed the letter he had just written into the box, sealed the box, and got up holding the box.

As he walked out the door, he said to Gemma: "If you are in doubt, send a book. Knowledge is precious to most people."

"On weekdays, those who are not interested in knowledge will give money. Such people are usually too lazy to figure out what they want."

"For those people who are familiar with, they know what they want on weekdays. They just buy it and give it away."

"And some presents..."

Luke put the big box in front of the owl waiting outside the door, and the owl picked up the box and flew away.I don't know where to go.

"It has some purpose in itself...or, some expectations."