Chapter 024 This is your Christmas gift
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Hong Ri Zhang Wei Luo
Hermione felt a little regretful.
This year’s Christmas is not as festive as before.
Whether it is newspapers, radio, or television, they are all talking about the issue of public security.
It seems that there is some underground organization that is taking advantage of others and killing each other.
Hermione didn't quite understand this.
But her father only took her to the city once to buy gifts and then never let her go out again.
Let her stay in her house in the suburbs.
He even wanted her to stay in the basement.
God!
That is really outrageous!
She has never been locked in a basement before in her life!
I didn't expect that my old father would suddenly want to do this!
Fortunately.
The father was not so crazy after all.
But it is absolutely impossible to go out.
"Really, it's better to stay in school." Hermione was very depressed.
What can you do if you stay at home?
There were no new magic books for her to memorize.
Because of the ban, she couldn't practice magic at home either.
It's really boring.
She started writing letters to pass the time.
She was so bored that she even wrote a letter to Harry and Ron!
Unexpectedly, but also reasonably, Harry did not reply.
Ron replied.
I'm just talking about how luxurious the school's Christmas party was.
It's all about showing off.
Means nothing.
"Well, it seems that the relationship between us is really not that good."
Hermione muttered and read Neville's reply again.
The letter said that he felt a little heavy after visiting his parents in the hospital.
However, after showing my grandma some magic at home and getting compliments, my mood improved.
In addition, because his strength has improved, grandma seems to be planning to let him try the trial channel at home.
"What is that?" Hermione became interested, "Why did this person only write half of the letter?"
She was truly speechless.
In daily life, Neville's memory is indeed not very good.
How come this habit has also been brought to writing letters?
When writing something, only write the beginning, not the important part.
After reading Neville's reply, he rummaged through the letter again.
No Jack's.
This made her very unhappy.
"Liar, this guy is a big liar!"
Hermione cursed under her breath.
Suddenly, I heard a knocking sound on the window.
Turn around.
It turned out that there was an owl standing outside the window, tapping its head on the window.
Hermione saw that it had a letter in its mouth.
"Who sent it?"
Curious, he opened the window and took the letter.
There is no sender written on it.
Open it up and take a look.
Just a simple line of text.
[I’m here, look down]
He lowered his head in confusion.
I saw a boy wearing a black woolen coat, a bole hat of the same color, and holding a brown-handled umbrella that served as a walking stick, standing outside the courtyard gate.
The boy who noticed her gaze gently took off his hat and saluted her.
It turned out to be Jack.
This action, like that of an old-school gentleman, made Hermione's heart skip a beat for no reason.
Under Jack's neatly combed hair, his light blue eyes showed a gentle smile.
"As promised, I'm here."
"ah!!!"
Hermione screamed, closing the window and retreating into her room.
The poor owl was knocked down when she did this.
Jack smiled and shook his head and waved.
Under the influence of magic, the owl was brought to him by that magical power, landed on his arm, and stood upright.
"Here, here's your reward."
He casually took out the dried meat.
The owl got the reward and pecked and devoured it in one go.
Then he stared at the window dissatisfiedly.
Then he turned and looked directly at Jack.
"Okay, I'll give you some more as compensation." Jack took out some more dried meat.
The owl had just taken a few bites when he heard a bang.
The door of the house was pushed open.
Hermione's figure appeared from it.
The owl, frightened by Hermione's violent display, quickly picked up the uneaten dried meat and flew away quickly.
Jack watched it go away, then turned his attention to Hermione.
Hermione seemed to have dressed up.
It seems not.
Her hair is so fluffy anyway.
Like a Chow Chow.
Even if there is any makeup.
You will also lose 20 points for no reason.
"You...why are you so sudden?" Hermione came over to open the door for Jack, "It's still...a surprise."
She didn't know what to say.
My heart was pounding, pounding and accelerating.
The brain keeps heating up.
She was unable to control her body well.
So much so that it was a bit incoherent.
"Didn't I say that I will come and play with you after I finish my work?" Jack raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Why, aren't you welcome?"
"This..." Hermione hesitated.
Jack looked down at himself.
"Hmm... being empty-handed does not seem like the way to be a guest."
He raised his left hand and stretched it towards the right side of Hermione's face.
Hermione was a little surprised.
what is he doing
Are you... touching my face?
Should I hide?
Before she could analyze it clearly, she heard a crisp finger snap.
Jack also retracted his hand.
Hermione saw.
In his hand, there was a red box.
"A gift." Jack handed the gift to Hermione.
Honestly.
Hermione didn't know what kind of expression to use when facing Jack.
Because of Jack's actions, she felt a little disappointed, a little relaxed, and also had some regrets and strange expectations.
In a daze, he accepted Jack's gift.
I didn't even open the box to see what it was.
Just pull the person into the house.
After closing the door, he seemed to have come back to his senses: "My father and mother went out to buy things together and were not at home."
Jack listened.
His cheeks twitched slightly.
Little girl, let me give you a chance. I hope you can reorganize your language and say something else.
Rather than such ambiguous words.
Hermione also discovered the problem.
She covered her face with her hands.
He looked at a loss.
Jack saw that her neck was flushed.
He shook his head in amusement.
"Why, why don't you open the box and take a look?"
These words opened a new topic.
Hermione quickly picked up.
"Ah... that's right..."
She lowered her hands covering her face.
Picked up the box and looked at it.
This is a very delicate wooden box.
The pattern on it has a special beauty.
There is also a faint fragrance.
I don’t know what the scent is.
Hermione glanced at Jack.
Got an encouraging look from him.
Then he opened the box with gentle force from both hands.
A huge pink transparent body appeared in front of me.
"Is this?" Hermione's face showed confusion.
Now it was Jack's turn to be surprised.
Hermione is a girl, but she doesn't know what this is?
After thinking about it for a while, it suddenly became clear.
"This is the raw stone of a pink diamond." Jack explained softly, "When we find a skilled craftsman to process it, it will become very beautiful."
"Pink Diamond?" Hermione's eyes lit up.
"Well, here's your Christmas present."
"It counts as you have a heart."
Hermione smiled with satisfaction.
This year’s Christmas is not as festive as before.
Whether it is newspapers, radio, or television, they are all talking about the issue of public security.
It seems that there is some underground organization that is taking advantage of others and killing each other.
Hermione didn't quite understand this.
But her father only took her to the city once to buy gifts and then never let her go out again.
Let her stay in her house in the suburbs.
He even wanted her to stay in the basement.
God!
That is really outrageous!
She has never been locked in a basement before in her life!
I didn't expect that my old father would suddenly want to do this!
Fortunately.
The father was not so crazy after all.
But it is absolutely impossible to go out.
"Really, it's better to stay in school." Hermione was very depressed.
What can you do if you stay at home?
There were no new magic books for her to memorize.
Because of the ban, she couldn't practice magic at home either.
It's really boring.
She started writing letters to pass the time.
She was so bored that she even wrote a letter to Harry and Ron!
Unexpectedly, but also reasonably, Harry did not reply.
Ron replied.
I'm just talking about how luxurious the school's Christmas party was.
It's all about showing off.
Means nothing.
"Well, it seems that the relationship between us is really not that good."
Hermione muttered and read Neville's reply again.
The letter said that he felt a little heavy after visiting his parents in the hospital.
However, after showing my grandma some magic at home and getting compliments, my mood improved.
In addition, because his strength has improved, grandma seems to be planning to let him try the trial channel at home.
"What is that?" Hermione became interested, "Why did this person only write half of the letter?"
She was truly speechless.
In daily life, Neville's memory is indeed not very good.
How come this habit has also been brought to writing letters?
When writing something, only write the beginning, not the important part.
After reading Neville's reply, he rummaged through the letter again.
No Jack's.
This made her very unhappy.
"Liar, this guy is a big liar!"
Hermione cursed under her breath.
Suddenly, I heard a knocking sound on the window.
Turn around.
It turned out that there was an owl standing outside the window, tapping its head on the window.
Hermione saw that it had a letter in its mouth.
"Who sent it?"
Curious, he opened the window and took the letter.
There is no sender written on it.
Open it up and take a look.
Just a simple line of text.
[I’m here, look down]
He lowered his head in confusion.
I saw a boy wearing a black woolen coat, a bole hat of the same color, and holding a brown-handled umbrella that served as a walking stick, standing outside the courtyard gate.
The boy who noticed her gaze gently took off his hat and saluted her.
It turned out to be Jack.
This action, like that of an old-school gentleman, made Hermione's heart skip a beat for no reason.
Under Jack's neatly combed hair, his light blue eyes showed a gentle smile.
"As promised, I'm here."
"ah!!!"
Hermione screamed, closing the window and retreating into her room.
The poor owl was knocked down when she did this.
Jack smiled and shook his head and waved.
Under the influence of magic, the owl was brought to him by that magical power, landed on his arm, and stood upright.
"Here, here's your reward."
He casually took out the dried meat.
The owl got the reward and pecked and devoured it in one go.
Then he stared at the window dissatisfiedly.
Then he turned and looked directly at Jack.
"Okay, I'll give you some more as compensation." Jack took out some more dried meat.
The owl had just taken a few bites when he heard a bang.
The door of the house was pushed open.
Hermione's figure appeared from it.
The owl, frightened by Hermione's violent display, quickly picked up the uneaten dried meat and flew away quickly.
Jack watched it go away, then turned his attention to Hermione.
Hermione seemed to have dressed up.
It seems not.
Her hair is so fluffy anyway.
Like a Chow Chow.
Even if there is any makeup.
You will also lose 20 points for no reason.
"You...why are you so sudden?" Hermione came over to open the door for Jack, "It's still...a surprise."
She didn't know what to say.
My heart was pounding, pounding and accelerating.
The brain keeps heating up.
She was unable to control her body well.
So much so that it was a bit incoherent.
"Didn't I say that I will come and play with you after I finish my work?" Jack raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Why, aren't you welcome?"
"This..." Hermione hesitated.
Jack looked down at himself.
"Hmm... being empty-handed does not seem like the way to be a guest."
He raised his left hand and stretched it towards the right side of Hermione's face.
Hermione was a little surprised.
what is he doing
Are you... touching my face?
Should I hide?
Before she could analyze it clearly, she heard a crisp finger snap.
Jack also retracted his hand.
Hermione saw.
In his hand, there was a red box.
"A gift." Jack handed the gift to Hermione.
Honestly.
Hermione didn't know what kind of expression to use when facing Jack.
Because of Jack's actions, she felt a little disappointed, a little relaxed, and also had some regrets and strange expectations.
In a daze, he accepted Jack's gift.
I didn't even open the box to see what it was.
Just pull the person into the house.
After closing the door, he seemed to have come back to his senses: "My father and mother went out to buy things together and were not at home."
Jack listened.
His cheeks twitched slightly.
Little girl, let me give you a chance. I hope you can reorganize your language and say something else.
Rather than such ambiguous words.
Hermione also discovered the problem.
She covered her face with her hands.
He looked at a loss.
Jack saw that her neck was flushed.
He shook his head in amusement.
"Why, why don't you open the box and take a look?"
These words opened a new topic.
Hermione quickly picked up.
"Ah... that's right..."
She lowered her hands covering her face.
Picked up the box and looked at it.
This is a very delicate wooden box.
The pattern on it has a special beauty.
There is also a faint fragrance.
I don’t know what the scent is.
Hermione glanced at Jack.
Got an encouraging look from him.
Then he opened the box with gentle force from both hands.
A huge pink transparent body appeared in front of me.
"Is this?" Hermione's face showed confusion.
Now it was Jack's turn to be surprised.
Hermione is a girl, but she doesn't know what this is?
After thinking about it for a while, it suddenly became clear.
"This is the raw stone of a pink diamond." Jack explained softly, "When we find a skilled craftsman to process it, it will become very beautiful."
"Pink Diamond?" Hermione's eyes lit up.
"Well, here's your Christmas present."
"It counts as you have a heart."
Hermione smiled with satisfaction.
