Chapter 98 Gifts and Tulips
Godric's Hollow, England.
It was eleven o'clock in the morning when Karl rubbed his sleepy eyes and climbed out of bed, looking at the tidy and clean room in front of him.
Sitting at the head of the bed and shaking his head, he really felt tired since he came into this world.
This was the first time he felt exhausted from the inside out. He had spent the whole day yesterday taking care of Dumbledore, the old kid.
Traveling back and forth between major cities in the UK, shopping and spending non-stop, this old kid has been here since he came out of the suit shop.
He just throws tantrums in all kinds of ways. He makes a fuss if you don't give him candy, and he makes a fuss if you don't buy him the things he likes. The key is that there are some things.
Karl really couldn't understand why he liked it. When he thought of this, he couldn't help but turn his head and look out the window.
I only saw a specially customized pink Harley Street750 parked at the door, and my eyes started twitching.
He really didn't expect that this old child who loved candy had such a wild heart.
Once he began to imagine in his mind, Dumbledore with a sunny rainbow little white pony on his head, wearing a tight black tailored suit.
The sight of her riding a pink Harley with leather gloves on made him shudder, the image was too beautiful for him to even think about.
Just as he came back to reality from the horrifying scene, there was a knock on the door.
Dumbledore opened the door and walked in, holding a bowl of steaming honey tea in his hand.
He placed the honey tea on the bedside table and said with a smile on his face.
"You are finally up, Mr. Hohenzollern. It seems you were very tired last night."
"That's natural. If someone hadn't been acting so petty all the time, I would probably feel a lot more relaxed."
"Sometimes I really don't know who adopted whom between the two of us."
After pushing aside the bowl of honey tea that looked like it could be drawn into strings, Carl complained without hesitation.
Dumbledore seemed very confident and even a little happy, although being with this little guy brought him a long-lost feeling of family affection.
But this little bastard is so annoying. When I got up early this morning to wash up.
Looking at himself in the mirror, who looked like he was wearing a head of colorful seaweed, Dumbledore felt that he was a little too soft-hearted in torturing this guy yesterday.
Anyway, I no longer have the ability to stop this guy from doing what I don't want him to do.
It would be better to give the other person a good beating and find some comfort for your own wounded heart.
So Dumbledore, who completed the moral loop for the first time, did not preach to Carl as he did in the past.
Without any explanation or apology, he just stood up and prepared to leave, and said arrogantly when he turned around before leaving.
"Oh, by the way, the owls have delivered the gifts to the living room. It seems that you are still very popular."
"So please get up quickly. After you open the presents, I'm hungry. Go and help me prepare lunch."
Such shameless and arrogant words made Karl stunned for a moment. He looked at the other person's back and sighed.
"What a sin! How could I have gotten into trouble with this guy?"
But after complaining, he didn't dwell on this issue anymore. After a simple wash, he walked into the living room and started dealing with the packages.
Most of the presents were given by classmates, except for almost all the Hufflepuffs, such as Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
Everyone brought gifts, including Cedric's of course, but what surprised him most was a black package.
It said Severus Snape.
Carl thought that he should be the first person to receive a gift from the old bat, and his hands moved quickly.
He roughly tore open the gift wrapping paper and opened the wooden box in front of him, only to find a small jar of medicine inside.
He picked up the bottle of medicine and held it in front of his eyes to examine it. Before he had looked at it for long, Dumbledore immediately spoke in surprise.
"The Felicity Potion. It's surprising that Severus gave you this."
After sighing, Dumbledore seemed to remember something and said with a pout.
"Humph, this guy is really heartless. I have known him for so many years, and he has never thought of giving me a gift."
Listening to the old man's complaints, the anger that Carl had been holding since he got up instantly disappeared. It seemed that Professor Snape was still a good comrade.
Don't try to trick him too much from now on. As for fighting Voldemort alone, just do it yourself.
After opening Professor Snape's gift, Carl began to open the gifts from others.
Most of the gifts given by Hufflepuff classmates are very practical, and the girls usually give desserts that they baked themselves.
The boys were busy sending some strange snacks, and of course some boys sent pink heart-shaped cookies.
Moreover, Carl could smell the aphrodisiac in the biscuits even through the wrapping paper.
He threw all these malicious gifts directly into the fireplace and burned them, while taking a few deep breaths.
He suppressed the thought of poisoning the Hufflepuff students' food deep in his heart.
The gifts that followed were nothing new. The gift Hermione sent was more like a collection of her questions than a gift.
A large notebook was filled with notes from her time reading the history books recommended by Carl.
She even used red and blue to mark the importance of various issues based on her own insights and doubts.
Seeing this, Karl's eyes twitched wildly, and he resisted the urge to use the notebook as a footrest for the table.
After putting it away, I will prepare to pick a time to answer it.
Ron's gift was what Carl was most interested in. After he unwrapped the paper, he found a small transparent glass jar with some brown hair inside.
Carl knew that this was Peter Pettigrew's hair, which would play a crucial role in his next actions.
He was very satisfied with this, just like Ron was satisfied when he received his gift. After all, the gift he gave was so simple and unpretentious.
There were exactly 100 golden Galleons. After all the gifts were opened, only Harry and Cedric were left.
After struggling for a long time, Carl decided to put Cedric's gift last.
So he directly opened Harry's gift package. After opening it, Carl's eyes twitched for the nth time.
There was a set of women's cosmetics and a thick little notebook inside, which recorded some of Harry's makeup tips.
Looking at those cosmetics, there are also many pages of makeup tips.
Carl was certain that in the near future, his sex-changing magic might really come in handy.
He shook his head vigorously to dispel the imagined images in his mind.
Then he carefully unwrapped Cedric's gift.
The moment it was opened, a refreshing fragrance wafted out of the box, and a bunch of beautiful blue flowers appeared in the center of the box.
"Tulips!!" Looking at the flowers in the box, Carl was a little confused. He carefully took the bouquet of tulips out of the box.
Then I found a note inside, which said.
"Time was in a hurry, and I didn't have the chance to prepare a better gift for you, but I remember your first day of school."
"I told you that you like blue, so I grew some blue tulips. I hope you like them."
Looking at the text and the tulips in his arms, Carl felt extremely embarrassed. Damn, can't this guy think flexibly?
Even if you give yourself a bottle of wine, don’t you feel ambiguous when giving such a gift?
Just as Carl was madly complaining about Cedric in his mind, there was a fierce knocking sound outside the window.
He slowly turned his head and found an owl carrying a small package standing outside the window.
Carl opened the window, took the package from the owl's claws, and glanced at the shipping address.
I couldn't help but laugh.
"It seems that the so-called glory is not that important in the face of huge interests."
