Chapter 63 A Gift for Hermione

"Secret passage?" The voice came from the air.

Harry had just discovered the use of the invisibility cloak and put it on.

"Which secret passage? Do Fred and George know? Where is it?"

Bajir's mouth curled up slightly, "They don't know the secret passage either. The location is on the third floor, Myrtle's bathroom."

Headless Harry appeared, "Girls' bathroom?"

He took off his hat, his eyes full of curiosity and entanglement.

After a moment, the kindness in his heart convinced himself, "Today is Christmas, why don't we go another day?"

"That's fine." Bajir rolled his eyes.

He opened a package casually, which was a reddish-brown book.

It said "Magic Theory, Why We Abandon It".

Harry also saw it.

He smiled and said, "It must be Hermione's gift. She is still trying to convince you that the great wizard is just the fantasy of your ancestors, not a real existence."

"Yes." Bajir pulled out a note stuck in the book.

It read: [I think this book is very useful to you. Hermione Granger]

"I think I need to go out."

Hammersmith-Fulham is a borough in West London. It is close to the Thames, bordering Kensington-Chelsea to the east, Brent to the north, and Ealing and Hounslow to the west. Because of its superior geographical location, the district has historically been a residential area for the upper class. Now it is the residence of many middle-class people.

The Granger family, whose husband is a dentist, lives in this community.

Although the famous Chelsea Football Club is named after the Chelsea district of London, in fact their stadium is not in the Chelsea district, but within the district of Fulham.

Therefore, people living in this area are mostly fans of Chelsea Football Club, or like football, because of their influence and following the crowd.

But Hermione doesn't like football.

Christmas is also a festival for visiting relatives and friends and giving gifts to each other.

Now the house is full of many relatives whose names she can't even remember, watching football games and discussing football topics.

In the past, she could show off her studies and what books she had read to interrupt.

But now. Pull out the wand and let the apple grow hands and feet to dance cha-cha?

This is against the protection law!

She could only walk outside the house alone, under the snow-covered fir tree, and look into the distance.

Her hand stroked the rough bark, "If I had known, I would not go home for Christmas. Bajir."

Bang!

The tree began to tremble, and the snow fell.

The next second, Hermione's brown hair and clothes were wrapped in white.

Her eyes narrowed, and anger kept bursting out, looking around for the person who kicked the tree.

Then, a "Hi!" came from the left.

Hermione turned her head.

The anger turned into flying smoke and dissipated in the air.

The blond boy smiled and leaned against the wall. He was like a human-shaped stove. As she approached, the snowflakes that had just covered his body turned into steam, and a warmth surged into his red, frozen hands.

Although she knew that this was a special ability brought by Bajir's body that was not afraid of wind and snow and could turn his eyes into golden vertical pupils.

But for some reason, she always felt that this was brought by the inexplicable warmth in her heart.

She looked down at her toes and whispered, "Long time no see."

"Long time?" The blond boy counted on his fingers, "One day, two days, a total of four days. Why long?"

Hermione's little face bulged, her breathing was rapid, her big front teeth rubbed against the heat, and she made a sound of "Fufu".

She raised her head, "You haven't explained the gift yet! Aren't you staying in school? And how do you know where I live?"

Under extreme shame, the wise brain occupied the high ground again.

She suddenly remembered that the gifts from the magic world received today had not been counted yet.

Combined with Bajir coming here now, there is at least a 70% chance that he is going to give the gift to her personally.

Sure enough, the next second.

Bajir took out a package from behind his buttocks.

"The gift is here." Bajir raised his eyebrows.

If he hadn't spent 100 gems to light up Hermione's house, he would have been fooled when he saw that the packages hadn't been touched.

He smiled crookedly and said, "But this is the second gift. You should have received the first gift long ago."

This is a lie! In fact, the so-called first gift was bought from [Weasley's Wizard Wheezes] and put in Hermione's room. Of course, even so, he maintained the good habit of withdrawing money from the Lestrange family.

If Neville knew, he would definitely kneel down on the spot and call Basil dad (the four people who tortured Neville's parents crazy, Crouch Jr., and the three Lestranges: Bellatrix Lestrange and her husband and brother-in-law).

"Ah?" Hermione pretended to be stupid, "Really? I don't believe it."

But even so, while taking the gift, she didn't forget to touch Basil's hand.

Hey, head down!

Basil really wanted to write a short essay and post it online.

The format is: Family members, a speechless incident has happened! I gave a gift to a girl with good intentions, but was taken advantage of by a slutty girl. Are you okay? I just wanted to ask for help. I really would thank you. I'm really a slutty girl. Family, who knows.

But the current underdeveloped Internet and the usefulness of Hermione's response saved her.

She opened the gift.

Inside was a simple blue cloak.

Her eyes were almost narrowed into a slit, but she still complained: "It's just a cloak."

"Anti-curse cloak. With the Iron Armor Charm, it can rebound simple evil spells. This is very useful for wizards who don't know the Iron Armor Charm, or who are slow to react but have not mastered the skills of injecting mental power into the magic magnetic field." Bajier replied.

Before Bajier finished speaking, Hermione had already put on the cloak.

She waved her hand, "Try to cast an evil spell on me."

Bajier waved his wand in cooperation, and a green light shot onto the cloak, and then was bounced onto the fir tree next to it.

A crystal clear slug emerged from the place where it was hit.

"It's really useful!" Hermione almost jumped and said, "What is the first gift?"

"A very interesting magic." Bajier kept it a secret.

He looked at the snowy sky in a troubled manner, "By the way, aren't you going to invite me in?"

Hermione's face flushed, "There are other people here, I mean, there are relatives who don't know the magic world besides my parents. How about we go to Diagon Alley. It's very close to Paddington Station."

In fact, he knew.

He was just teasing Hermione.

Finally, Hermione trotted into the room.

Tell her parents that Lockhart, a well-known adventurer in the magic world, is attending an event in Diagon Alley.

After being allowed to go alone, she ran out again with a red face.

They got on the train together and went to the Leaky Cauldron.

Bagir gave Old Tom a useful wand cover by the way.

Next, they stayed in Flourish and Blotts bookstore for an afternoon (spending two Sickles, reading books inside).

When it was almost time for dinner, he sent Hermione back home.

Of course, he didn't remind Hermione that there was a tall man and a beautiful woman peeping behind the window.

He returned to Hogwarts as the bell rang to signal the start of the Christmas dinner.