Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

On Christmas morning, Felix heard a knock on the door. It was Dobby.

"Merry Christmas, generous and great Mister Haip!" House elf Dobby said enthusiastically, standing outside the door. He was wearing a brown vest with dark yellow socks in the vest pocket. He also held a purple knitted sweater in his hand.

Felix suddenly wakes up.

He said tentatively: "This is not your Christmas present, Dobby? Actually you don't need..."

"Oh, no, Mister Haip," Dobby said cautiously: "This is a gift from Harry · Mr Potter and his friends. I went there first... You said, don't find you too early or too late."

"I did say this." Felix blinked and said. He estimated the time from the dim light outside the door. It was barely six or seven o'clock. Dobby would only go to Harry's bedroom earlier.

"Then... uh, please come in."

He stepped aside, Dobby's body disappeared from the wall of the doorway, and when he appeared again, he had an extra in his hand. Big brown pocket.

"This is a gift from Dobby and house elf, both for Mister Haip!"

In the living room, Dobby said so. Then he picked it up in his big pocket, holding a small gift box wrapped in blue wrapping paper and handing it to Felix.

"What is this? Oh, a pair of socks, very good." Felix looked at the socks in the package. Dobby seemed to want to match his favorite blue with black lightning and silver light balls embroidered on it. Corresponding to his two well-known ancient magic.

"Dobby hand-knitted it," house elf said with his big and round eyes open, "Dobby went to several shops and always felt that the things there were not what he wanted, so after discussing with other companions, A decision made together."

"So these all are... socks?" Felix asked somewhat absent-minded.

"Yes!" Dobby said happily, "All kinds of socks! We each picked our favorite color, Dobby took advantage of it, because Dobby knew Mister Haip likes blue!"

"Yeah, you are right, I do like blue. Thank you, Dobby." Felix said, "I thought about how this year was going, I remember Remus said to give it to you A week off—"

"Yes! Mr. Lupin is also a good person. He gives house elf the same vacation." Dobby was so excited that tears filled his eyes. My friends call it!"

"Good idea, I remember that there is a magic camera in the company. I remember to take a few photos when the time comes. I wish you a Merry Christmas, Dobby."

...

Felix stays in the office all day, his gifts are scary, and the amount of work that needs to be answered is also amazing.

Occasionally in his spare time, he stands in front of the window and looks at the Forbidden Forest covered in snow in the distance.

Beauxbatons’ carriage and Hagrid’s cabin are like cakes of different sizes, covered with crystal icing sugar. Only a spire protruded from the resident of Ifamoni, and Durmstrang's black sailboat was finally not bothered by the strong wind, and was firmly locked on the ice by the frozen black lake. The rest of the Vagadu delegation, they admire nature, chose the place closest to the Forbidden Forest and built a row of huts with wood—very Hagrid hut style.

Standing on a high place, Felix can barely see the footprints of people from other schools when they went to and from Hogwarts Castle. Apart from this is a large white patch.

In the afternoon, there are more people, and there are far more people than in the previous two years.

Felix still remembers last Christmas, adding all the professors and students who were staying at school, but only one table was filled, and this year’s Christmas and normal school hours were almost the same.

This is because of the Christmas ball, almost all Fourth Year and Fourth Year and above students choose to stay in school for the holidays, which makes the castle crowded.

But Felix knows that this is purely psychological.

He watched the students playing snowball fights for a while, and the sky gradually dimmed. Felix put on his robes and estimated time to walk out of the office.

At the entrance of the auditorium, he saw Harry and Ron, who were looking piercingly at the oak door.

"Are you waiting for Miss Granger?" he asked.

"What? Well, it's not... we didn't see her either," Harry said. "We are waiting for Ron's big brother."

"Percy · Weasley?" Felix was a little surprised.

"Yes," Harry said, and he pointed to Ron's lousy robe, "Mrs. Weasley bought Ron a new gown and asked Percy to bring it over because she heard that Percy would Mr. Stinchcombe·Crouch, representing his boss, attended."

Ron whispered aside: "Mother should put it in a Christmas package, not let Percy bring it. If she thinks Pigwidgeon (Ron’s owl) ) If you can’t bring so many things, you can put that purple sweater at home first, I mean, in case Percy forgets it! His big head won’t remember anything except work..."

At this time, a loud voice was heard clearly from outside the oak door to their ears. "This is your brother, Percy? His words are really interesting." The speaker was Ludo Bagman, who was wearing a gorgeous purple robe tonight with big yellow stars printed on it.

It was Percy Weasley who walked over with him. He was wearing a brand-new Tibetan azure gown, full of spring breeze. He saw the three people standing at the door at a glance, walked over quickly, with a bright smile on his face, and shook hands with Felix vigorously.

“I really didn’t expect that the first person I saw when I came back to campus turned out to be you, Professor Haip. Thank you for taking care of Penelope. I have always wanted to make time to visit. I’m busy, you may not know, I was promoted, from one of the assistants to the top one, today I will come here instead of Mr. Crouch..."

When he spoke, he was like He squeezed Ron aside without seeing it.

Harry grinned, he wanted to ask Percy if Mr. Crouch stopped calling him "Weatherby", but he resisted the temptation.

Ron stared at his body silently, looking for a place to hide a robe. After a few seconds, he shouted at Percy angrily: "Where is my robe?"

"What?" Percy asked in astonishment.

"Robe! The robes my mother bought for me!" Ron said loudly. Seeing him, if it weren't for Harry to stop him, he seemed to want to rush to strangle Percy to death.

The expression on Percy's face lasted for a few seconds, and then magically took out a robe of the same color as his body, and Ron, who was caught by Harry, froze in place.

"Is this mine?" Ron said incredulously.

"You have to thank Penelope, I really forgot when I came, she reminded me." Percy said sternly.

Ron snatched the brand new robes, gently stroked the Tibetan azure satin, and said unpleasantly: "You live with her?"

"Uh, not yet." Percy replied awkwardly.

"Then how did she remind you before you go out?" Ron cast a suspicious look.

"If you shouldn't inquire, don't ask!" Percy growled in a low voice, his face flushed, "If you still want your clothes."

"Do you want me to say something nice for her? Actually, it doesn't need to be so troublesome. Mom and Dad like her." Ron said.

Percy's face seems to become purple. Ludo Bagman and Felix watched the play silently. Fortunately, Harry gave Ron a hand at this time. "Parvati and Padma are waiting for us. ." So they hurriedly ran in the direction of the bathroom.

"I remember that before you went out, you took out a heart-shaped Small Mirror, which seemed to be a sound transmission mirror? Then I hurried back to the office. Why didn't you tell your brother? He seemed to have misunderstood. "Ludo Bagman said.

Percy's face was stiff, and she said stupidly: "Penelope said I don't have a sense of humor."

Bagman stared wide-eyed, "This is how you show humor?"

"Is there something wrong?" Percy glanced at him strangely.

"cough cough!" Felix interrupted their conversation, "Let’s go in early. Regarding the sense of humor, Percy, I remember a book title. I will tell you later."

"Really?" Percy eyes shined, "This couldn't be better." When they walked into the auditorium, he was still chattering to defend himself: "I don't think I lack a sense of humor. In fact, we always Individuals have different definitions of humor..."

Felix and Bagman unanimously accelerated their pace.