Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 36 The Beginning

Shortly after Ron left, Damon dragged his slightly tired body back to the dormitory and saw Christmas gifts that almost filled the entire bed.

"Have you all gone to the Christmas party? I guess I need to hurry up."

With a flat smile on his face, he casually slumped down on the bed and began to open his presents.

Professor McGonagall gave him a magic theory notebook with a greeting card attached: "May every day at Hogwarts be fulfilling and meaningful. Merry Christmas!"

Damon studied it and found that this notebook could automatically organize and categorize notes, which was very helpful for note-taking.

"That's quite the professor's style."

He chuckled and continued to remove one.

Professor Flitwick gave him a set of wizard chess, with a note: "Keep up your excellence, but don't forget to relax once in a while. Merry Christmas, Prince of Duel. By the way, I don't think anyone deserves this title more than you."

The smile on his lips became more obvious, and he carefully put away the entire set of wizard chess.

Ron's mother, Molly Weasley, gave him a beige, hand-knitted sweater with a large, yellow "D" on it, which Damon put on on the spot.

Hermione gave him a hardcover copy of "Fantastic Thoughts on Magical Theory" with an exquisite silver hot stamping on the cover.

There were also a large number of gifts from first-year and even senior girls—some simple candies and snacks, but all of them were accompanied by greeting cards. The contents were either obscure or straightforward, revealing their desire to get to know or make friends with Damon.

I have to say that girls are indeed much more careful than boys in this regard. Among the first-year male classmates, no one has prepared a gift for Damon - although he really doesn't care.

Damon read all the greeting cards one by one, selected a reply letter, and asked Cha Cha Barton to bring some candy as a return gift.

The owner of this card was Susan Bones, a first-year witch of the same year as him. She came from a family of upright people, as several of her relatives and elders had died at the hands of Death Eaters. It was no exaggeration to say that her family was full of loyal and brave people.

Her other identity is the niece of Amelia Bones, Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

This was a respectable woman, known for her fairness and honesty. She had spoken up for Harry in court and eventually died at the hands of Voldemort.

In the middle and later parts of the Harry Potter world, the Ministry of Magic, as the government agency of the wizarding world, has done many unbearable and foolish things, and Damon could not tolerate them.

Although he is not too keen on power, if you give up your power, someone will naturally take it over.

When the time is right, he will consider changing his identity and joining the Ministry of Magic, striving to take control of this power organ into his own hands.

As for other people's greeting cards, he ignored them.

To Damon, except for a very few people he likes who are worthy of attention, the rest are like strangers and are not worth his effort.

Moreover, he is currently in a time of crisis and does not have the leisure to make friends.

By the time Damon arrived at the hall for the Christmas banquet, Harry and the others had already eaten the fiery red Christmas pudding.

The hall was a magnificent sight, its walls hung with streamers of holly and mistletoe, and twelve towering Christmas trees stood about the room, some hung with tiny icicles, others twinkling with hundreds of candles.

Seeing Damon appear, Professor McGonagall and Flitwick looked at him with friendly eyes, and Professor Flitwick even waved to him secretly.

As for Snape, Damon sent him a box of shampoo and shower gel combination, and at this moment he was staring at him with murderous eyes.

By the way, Damon did not bring a gift to Dumbledore.

"Damon—you're here. Thank you for your gift. I like it very much."

Harry greeted Damon happily, then turned to look at Ron strangely - usually, Ron would have shouted hello when he saw Damon, so why was he so quiet now?

Ron came to Damon and opened his mouth, feeling a little uncomfortable - he didn't know how to express his gratitude.

If it is too solemn, it will seem a bit strange.

If it is too casual, it will seem insincere.

Fortunately, Damon solved his troubles in the next moment.

Damon put his arm around Ron's shoulders and said happily:

"It seems that I have good taste. This suit looks really good on you." "Yes - yes, thank you, Damon, I really don't know how to express it -"

"You're welcome. I also received a sweater from your mother. I like it very much."

"Look, does it still fit?"

Damon patted Ron's shoulder and opened his arms to show off his beige sweater.

I have to say, no matter how ordinary the clothes are, they seem to have magic when worn on him, becoming exquisite and decent.

"Pretty good," Ron nodded earnestly.

Seeing Damon's very satisfied look, he suddenly felt that the gift from his mother was not so embarrassing.

His tense body quietly relaxed and he smiled with relief.

Damon took him in his arms and sat him down at the dining table. "I'm a little hungry. Is dessert all that's left?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the dessert on his plate disappeared in an instant, replaced by the steak he had eaten the most.

"Oh, how thoughtful."

It looked like the house-elves had received his gifts.

Damon smiled and began to eat heartily, skipping over the previous topic in an instant - just as Ron had hoped, neither serious nor perfunctory.

Harry and Ron looked at each other and exchanged glances - do you want to invite Damon to join the snowball fight later?

——Forget it, I think Damon would be more willing to practice spells.

Harry was a little surprised that Ron would think that.

In the past, the other party would definitely be the first to invite Damon to join in activities - even if Damon rejected him eight out of ten times, he never gave up.

What's wrong with this now?
really.

When lunch was over, Damon left in a hurry again.

Harry and Ron both knew that if it weren't for the Christmas dinner today, they would never have met Damon at noon.

Before leaving, Harry seemed to see Damon not going up, but going down.

Strange, what's under the first floor?
Because Snape's office and Slytherin's common room were underground, he and Ron had never explored the ground floor. They only knew that there was Hufflepuff's common room there.

"Harry, let's go and kill Fred and the others!"

"it is good!"

Harry and the Weasley brothers had a crazy afternoon playing snowball fights in the playground. Then, they were so cold that their clothes were wet and they returned to the fire in the common room panting and started playing wizard chess again.

Harry tried out his new chess pieces and was badly defeated by Ron.

Harry murmured to himself that if Percy hadn't been giving him constant advice, he wouldn't have lost so badly.

"Successful!"

"give me back!"

The Weasley twins snatched Percy's Overseer badge, and Percy began chasing them around Gryffindor Castle.

This was the happiest Christmas Harry had ever had.

Yet one thing had been on his mind all day, and not until he had gone to bed did he have time to think about it—the invisibility cloak, and the man who had given it to him.

He thought maybe he should give it a try.

(End of this chapter)