In the next few days, the young wizards were very enthusiastic about the endless and imaginative movie plots. They also commented on the professors in the school.
The first and second year students often looked at the senior students with envious expressions and said sourly that Professor Fleevy was also very good and allowed them to play games in the last class of the semester.
"That's really good, especially when compared with the other professors …" Seamus said indignantly while rushing his potion homework. His eyes were red as if he didn't sleep well.
Even if the young wizards still had a glimmer of hope for the serious Professor Mcgonagall, they didn't unrealistically think that Snape would allow the students to make noise in his class.
In fact, he simply put the steps of testing the antidote on the last day before the holiday, which made the young wizards tremble with fear and dare not slack off.
Neville sat in the empty chair next to Seamus and told him some tips.
"In particular, pay attention to the amount of mistletoe berries used. Otherwise, your toad will never come back …"
"I don't have a toad. You know that, Neville."
Dean Thomas snickered and said, "He's just saying what he's worried about."
He handed Seamus a small biscuit. Seamus opened his mouth and bit off half of it. He chewed it fiercely and then continued to write his paper.
At this moment, he suddenly grew feathers all over his body.
Dean sneered, "Fred and George's canary biscuits can be bought for only seven silver coins."
He put the remaining half into his mouth and Neville found himself sitting between two huge canaries. He looked around and couldn't keep up with his eyes.
The people in the lounge looked at them and Neville felt uncomfortable. He picked up a custard biscuit in embarrassment and stuffed it into his mouth.
Everyone pointed at the three canaries and burst into laughter. "Ouch!" Angelina laughed so hard that tears rolled down her cheeks.
… …
On the day before Christmas, the Hogwarts finally welcomed the Christmas holiday.
It was snowing heavily outside. Felix and Sniff Wallen were nestled on the sofa playing a game of exploding cards. Wallen insisted on changing the game, so he watched it use its short hands to put up cards one by one. "Are you building a nest for yourself?" He asked curiously.
Sniff's hand trembled, and the cards ignited as if they had received an order.
Felix scooped it up and carried it back to the sofa. With a "bang" sound, both of them stared blankly at the rising mushroom-shaped black smoke.
"Looks like you've learned a lot," he said to Warren.
At this time, the sound of flapping wings came from outside the window. Felix opened the window, and seven or eight owls of different sizes and colors flew in from outside. They all carried packages and letters with them.
"Tomorrow is Christmas."
Felix said to himself, "I guess there will be a large number of greetings from readers. I have to hurry up and write a reply." He looked at the corner, where there was a small mountain of prepared gifts.
Walloon watched as Felix removed the packages and letters from the owls and provided food and water for the long-distance visitors so that they could rest. Then, the owls flew away one after another, leaving only a few lingering around.
When he turned back, Felix was already sitting on the high-back chair behind the desk and began to write a reply.
"Let me see …"
He opened a letter, and after reading it, he took out a quill and parchment paper and quickly replied —
"Mr. Ceris, I'm glad to hear from you.
I've studied the scales of the Armenian Esoteric Snake you sent and expressed great interest in the patterns on them. At present, it's difficult to say whether these patterns are related to their unique magic-like abilities. I still need to study them further … I wish you a smooth trip to the Iranian plateau. "
Felix put the letter into an envelope. A brown owl jumped on the table and stretched out a leg for him to tie the reply to it.
Wallen finally handed it an owl biscuit. It held it in its mouth and flapped its wings to fly into the snow.
Then came the second reply:
"Ms. Meg, Merry Christmas … No, I don't have plans for a new book at the moment. I should publish a booklet about magic, but I'm not sure about the specific content … Also, I don't think it's a good idea to print my picture on the cover, but thank you for your suggestion."
The third letter wasn't so friendly, but Felix discovered the trap in advance and easily removed the curse on it.
He even left the red-brown bird that delivered the letter behind. It was standing with its legs together in grievance.
Felix picked up the quill and wrote:
"Mr. John Doe, your prank is as lame as your handwriting. I don't want to waste my breath discussing any Muggle issues with you. I hope your messenger will deliver my return gift on time on Christmas Day."
Felix cast a curse on the parchment and then hung the letter on the red-brown bird.
"Go, go back to your master." He said with a smile.
For the rest of the day, he seemed to be very busy.
"Ms Jane, thank you for your continued support.
I'm not sure if you will receive this letter. Those owls have never found you and have returned all the letters.
Maybe there is something wrong with your identity and you need to keep it a secret.
As far as I know, the Ministry of Magic has been cracking down on illegal potions. It may be related to a batch of wolfsbane potions … "
"Mr. Vera, your granddaughter's performance is very outstanding. I have already prepared to raise her salary. You should give up on the idea of letting her join the Ancient Magic Association.
I believe that in two or three years, Claire's salary will surpass yours. If you think about it a little, you will find that what she is doing now is more meaningful, Mr. Vice President. "
…
While he was replying to the letter, Yuria Edmund, Bethany Bach, and Biles Bach came to visit. Biles was holding three big boxes and was panting heavily as he walked in last.
"Professor Heip, this is a Christmas gift for you …"
Yuria explained with a smile, "Biles insisted on holding it himself. Bethany wanted to help him carry it, but he refused."
Biles looked at him with some embarrassment and then said hesitantly, "Professor Heip, how many words has Warren learned?"
"Very few … I don't think he can communicate with you yet. You can play the exploding cards. They are very good at traditional games," Felix said.
Biles stared at the exploding cards on the table in a daze. "This, uh … Warren is really smart."
Felix, Yuria, and Bethany sat on the sofa. He took out a cup of honey tea and served it to the two of them. "Yuria, don't tell me you want to talk about some obscure magic and non-magic debate in front of Bethany today?"
"Of course not. It's mainly because Bethany wants to visit you and bring a gift," Yuria said.
He had been here many times recently, especially on the surface. He had lost his wand, so he couldn't be found for training warriors. He was usually more free.
When he was free, he would go to Felix's office and discuss some views of the magic and non-magic world. Both of them benefited from it.
As they chatted, Yuria mentioned Biles. He nodded in Biles' direction and said, "He's now the captain of the warriors."
"Then Gravis …"
Yuria shook his head. "His mentality isn't suitable to be a captain."
He talked about what had just happened. "When we came, we saw a very interesting scene. The warrior of Boothbottom, Dracul, tried to invite your warrior, but he already had a dance partner."
"Cedric Diggory?" Felix said after a moment's thought.
"Yes." Yuria smiled. "She's very charming, but it doesn't always work …"