Hogwarts: Nagini captured at the start

Chapter 65 Attending the Christmas Party

Harry shook his head, indicating he didn't know who sent it. Robin stepped forward, picked up the note from the ground, and read softly, "James Potter left me something before he died. Now, I'm returning it to you. Please use it well. Finally, I wish you a Merry Christmas."

After reading it, I handed the note to my roommate.

With a feeling akin to the trepidation of returning home, Harry carefully accepted the note. It was unsigned, leaving him with no way of knowing who had sent the Invisibility Cloak. However, he could feel the love—a father's deep love for his son.

"Dad, what kind of person are you?" Harry murmured.

"Harry, are you alright?"

On such a festive day, the emerald is covered in a layer of mist, how pitiful!

"It's nothing!"

Bang!

The dormitory door was kicked open.

Fred and George, arms outstretched, slid in with what they thought was a cool entrance, while Robin and Ron quickly moved to the center to block Harry.

"Something's not right, something's really not right," Fred said, shaking his head.

"Harry, what are you hiding?" George shouted, standing on tiptoe.

"I didn't hide anything."

The twins exchanged a smile, rushed to Harry's bedside, and were surprised to find that Harry was wearing Mrs. Molly's exclusive sweater.

"Aha! Look, Potter's sweater fits perfectly." "Ron, Robin, why aren't you two wearing your new clothes?"

"That was close! I almost gave myself away." Ron took a deep breath and said with a pout, "I don't like dark purple-red."

"Sigh, my younger brother is disobedient, what should I do?"

"Just beat them up, that'll solve it."

After the two brothers finished their monologue, they held Ron down and forcibly put a sweater on him. Just as they were about to attack Robin, they discovered that his ebony wand was sizzling with flames.

Floyd and Joe: ⊙﹏⊙, a petty and stubborn guy, you can't mess with him. Yeah, right?

Ultimately, with the intervention and urging of Percy, the brothers abandoned their plan to change the black-haired, black-eyed boy's sweater. The group put on their witch robes and went down the stairs to the first floor.

The first-floor auditorium was beautifully decorated, with colorful ribbons woven from holly and mistletoe hanging on the stone walls. Inside the hall stood twelve 7-meter-tall fir trees, adorned with ribbons, greeting cards, icicles, magic candles, and other decorations.

On the four long dining tables, hills of mashed potatoes were piled up, along with plump roast chickens, braised pork in thick sauce, neatly arranged sausages, and peas covered in condensed milk, filling the air with an irresistible aroma of food.

However, getting to eat these delicacies isn't easy, because every few steps there are tons of wizard-themed firecrackers tempting you to try them out.

Harry picked a blue firecracker, and with a loud bang, a cloud of blue smoke engulfed him. Thirty seconds later, when the smoke cleared, a naval admiral's hat appeared on his head.

Ron picked a white one, and with a bang, instead of ribbons, sparks, and smoke, six or seven lively white mice burst out. After squeaking a few times, the mice scurried under the chair and disappeared.

Ron couldn't help but get goosebumps at the thought that the mice might become the Mop Monster's (Mrs. Lorris) Christmas dinner.

Robin then picked a black firecracker, which exploded with a clang, releasing countless colorful ribbons and a silver, butterfly-wing-shaped, hollowed-out half-face magic mask. Wearing it allowed him to change his voice at will.

"You two, one with your imposing naval admiral's hat, the other with your mysterious and super cool silver mask, I'm just incredibly unlucky," Ron complained speechlessly.

"There's no rule that each person can only draw one item. If you draw a few more times, you'll eventually get something you like," Luo Bin comforted him.

"right!"

Ten minutes later, Ron looked at the tumor, cockroaches, woodlice, and snot candy in his arms, then looked up at Robin with a resentful expression.

"Um, ever heard of a 'bottom-up' scenario? When someone's luck is consistently terrible, it means something even better is about to happen!"

Luo Bin tried to make amends.

"Then I'll try again!"

Robin reached out to stop Ron, who was eager to try, and advised, "No, give Luck some time to react."

"Okay, fine!"

After enjoying the colorful firecrackers to their hearts' content, the three of them went to the Gryffindor long table and indulged in a sumptuous feast.

In the main hall, Dumbledore twirled his fingertips, and his pointed wizard hat instantly transformed into a woman's hat adorned with flowers.

Flitwick, with his high-pitched voice, vividly told one joke after another, making everyone laugh heartily.

Robin glanced at the main guest seats a few times, not seeing Quirrell, but he did see Hagrid with a flushed face stealing a kiss from Professor McGonagall. The usually stern Minerva McGonagall, far from being angry, covered her lips and chuckled.

It is clear that even wizards with magical powers cannot withstand the effects of alcohol.

After enjoying a sumptuous meal, the three of them, carrying a bunch of things they had pulled from the wizard's firecrackers, hurried toward the Gryffindor Tower.

Since it's Christmas Day, Robin decided to give his roommates a day off.

Harry and Ron were overjoyed that they didn't have to go to the library to flip through thick, obscure books. They had a crazy snowball fight all morning, played wizard chess all afternoon, and after a sumptuous dinner, they lay in bed chatting.

As they chatted, the sound of snoring drifted from the single bed against the wall.

Not long after, Harry heard the breathing in the next bed become even. He clutched the cool, silky Invisibility Cloak, but he couldn't fall asleep, he thought.

Thirty minutes later, Harry, who was lying on the bed, had an idea.

On another single bed by the window, as the rustling sound of clothes being put on came from next door, the black-haired, black-eyed boy opened his deep, dark eyes.

As he heard the clatter of footsteps, Robin rose, lifted the curtain, and called out to the air, "Harry, where are you going?"

Harry removed the Invisibility Cloak's hood. "I want to check out the Forbidden Section. Maybe I can find out who Nicolas Flamel is there. Want to come with me?"

Using the Invisibility Cloak left by his father for the first time, Harry initially wanted to enjoy it alone, but the moment his roommate lifted the curtain, he felt that the idea of ​​enjoying it alone was too selfish, so he offered to go with him.

Robin nodded and readily accepted Harry's invitation. The two discussed it and decided to invite Ron as well.

Then, the three of them, all wearing invisibility cloaks, tiptoed out of the dormitory. As they crawled past the portrait-shaped opening, the fat woman, seeing no one, asked in confusion, "Who is it?"

Of course, no one answered her question.

The library was incredibly dark, with curtains hanging low and swaying like eerie shadows, lurking with endless dangers.

"I should have brought a lamp," Harry regretted.

"I brought my wand."

The restricted section was at the back of the library. Robin cast a glow-in-the-dark charm to light up his wand and led Harry and Ron to the very back of the rows of bookshelves.

The restricted reading area and the general reading area are separated by several magical ropes. Anyone other than professors and administrators who touches the magical ropes may trigger an alarm.

"What should we do?" Ron asked.

(End of this chapter)