I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Chapter 458 The cry of an owl

Mrs. Wick holds her baby.

"You're back, John."

This is the first time John has been home for the holidays in six years.

Watson patted John's shoulder happily.

Then Watson was frightened away by Mrs. Wick's murderous eyes.

Silverhand Manor is big, but it doesn't feel like home

When John returned home, his room was always spotless.

Mrs. Wick would always keep it in good order no matter what time it was.

When Watson heard that the gray owl was an owl for him, he was immediately happy and used the owl to send a letter to John.

John looked at his father speechlessly.

"Come, let me give you a name. If you think it's okay, just call it one." Watson was still in high spirits after dinner.

"I'll call you... Basil Two."

Watson said this confidently, but Gray Owl looked at him like a fool in return.

Obviously, the gray owl, who was just blown three meters away by Basil's wings, did not like this name.

Watson said a few more and finally made a sound on the name Kiki.

But the sound made Watson a little confused.

"Roar--"

Watson scratched his ears and asked blankly, "Is this how an owl hoots?"

John said calmly: "The potential varies from owl to owl."

"But that's obviously not the cry of an owl," Watson said with a look on his face, "are you kidding me?" "It sounds like the cry of a dragon?"

"Dad," John shook his head regretfully, "You should check your eyes. How can an owl be a dragon?"

Although Watson thought it made sense, he still felt something was wrong when he looked at the big head and round face.

In the end, Mrs. Wick believed in her son unconditionally and told Watson not to ask any more questions if he didn't want to sleep on the sofa.

Watson had to accept that his owl's call sounded strange.

Tomorrow is Christmas.

John's return makes this Christmas very lively.

Three owls sat in a row.

Tom looked up at the three guys from below, his dog's claws causing sawdust to fly in the cabinet.

Fortunately, Mrs. Wick still liked the little guy she had chosen, so she let it jump onto the sofa, with its head placed on Mrs. Wick's legs and gently stroked.

Tom's tail wagged proudly, which made Basil on the cupboard very unhappy.

It flew down and plucked the hair out of Tom's tail with its beak.

A cat-dog war immediately broke out at home. Well, owls are also cats, right?

Snow is falling from the sky.

A frosty Christmas turns the earth white.

Day two.

The Wicks lit the fireplace and a fire was burning.

Tom lay on the carpet, leaning against the fireplace, with a comfortable look on his face.

John received a greeting card from Neville and his friends.

Cedric sent him a letter containing Egyptian sand.

He traveled to Egypt, where he met a wizard.

Neville sent John a piece of clothing that was super stretchy and resistant to wear and tear.

Daphne is a gift box containing a scarf and a pocket watch.

John opened his pocket watch, which was custom-made, and the hands inside were made of gold, silver and gems.

Percy sent a book on alchemy, but John had read the book and Percy didn't know it.

Furong brought a very beautiful necklace, which looked like a women's necklace.

John asked curiously, "Last year you gave her perfume, and this time you gave her a necklace?"

He was a little confused. Did he think of himself as a little girl?

Put the necklace away. Last year, Tom accidentally knocked over the bottle of perfume.

This year my uncle sent me another gift, and it wasn’t anything shameful.

It's a witcher silver medal.

There is a dragon on it.

It seems that it was reproduced after John told them about the witcher.

I opened the broom trimmers that Malfoy had sent me, which came with a Quidditch book.

It is estimated that Malfoy is still determined to do something evil, and in order to avoid becoming the captain of Slytherin's pillar of shame, he plans to drag John into the conspiracy.

Sadly, John had no plans to play Quidditch.

He even had Malfoy do the maintenance on his Firebolt.

While opening the gift box, John saw Riddle flying back from outside.

After a while, Basil came back with a brown feather stuck to his foot.

He also brought the Daily Prophet. I guess he just went out to beat up another owl.

I opened the newspaper and took a look. I saw that Lockhart's conspicuous bag was still holding a handshake event during the holiday.

But we have to admit that his fearlessness and even disregard for Voldemort did alleviate the panic of "Voldemort striking again" some time ago.

He visited the Overturned Garden to direct the rehearsal of the play and even performed his own new story.

"If I were Voldemort, I would kill him first."

John couldn't help but applaud Lockhart as he looked at the photo of him performing the story of 'The Great Wizard Lockhart Defeats Voldemort Three Times'.

Voldemort could even tolerate this, probably because his IQ has improved after his soul returned.

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Harry is spending Christmas at the Burrow.

Sirius growled at Kreacher for the thirteenth time, banishing the old elf to the kitchen and not allowing him to come out.

All the Christmas items they had decorated were cleared away by Kreacher on the pretext of cleaning.

Back to the past overnight.

Kreacher was still muttering bad things about the two people before leaving.

It's really hard to have a good Christmas with a guy like this around.

Mrs. Weasley was naturally very happy that they were heading to the Burrow.

Arriving at the Burrow, it was bustling.

Ginny decorated the living room with colorful flowers, as if there had been an explosion of paper confetti.

There is also a little angel on the Christmas tree. If you look closely, it is actually a garden gnome.

The poor little garden gnome, who had bit Fred while he was pulling out a carrot, was knocked unconscious with a Stunning Charm, painted gold, and shamefully stuffed into a tutu and had wings glued on.

This is definitely the ugliest angel, comparable to the god of love that Lockhart created in his second year.

Mrs. Weasley cooked a delicious Christmas lunch and the radio played the Christmas broadcast.

It was her favorite singer, Celestina Warbeck.

The song "A Hot Pot of Love" was like torturous noise on the radio.

At least such songs are not liked by many people.

Sirius grumbled a few words, earning a glare from Mrs. Weasley.

Ginny was wearing a brand new hat that Percy had given her.

Ron's eyebrows finally grew back and his height returned.

Harry saw Bill coming over with Fleur, and Mrs. Weasley's happiness at seeing her son disappeared.

He whispered, "Percy didn't come back?"

Ron was still resentful of the lesson he had received from Percy's Transfiguration. "He'd better not come back."

Fleur arrived at the Burrow and sat with Bill.

Ginny saw a maggot on Harry's head and warned him across the table.

Harry took the worm off and Fleur said, "Oh, that's gross."

It was a gift that Kreacher had intentionally given to his master, Sirius, but was accidentally opened by Harry.

"Of course," Ron agreed, and asked attentively, "Would you like some gravy?"

Ginny gave him a disdainful look.

Ron clumsily knocked the gravy flying, and Bill was about to take out his wand when Fleur snapped her fingers.

The meat stew flew into the air and landed smoothly in front of Furong.

"Just right." Furong scooped a spoonful from the gravy.

Bill watched helplessly as Mrs. Weasley slammed down a plate of carrots.

"I invited dear Tonks," said Mrs. Weasley loudly, "but she won't come. Have you spoken to her lately, Remus?"

Lupin looked helpless, "Tonks wants to go back to her own home, right?"

"Maybe. I feel like she plans to spend Christmas alone."

Mrs. Weasley glanced at Lupin angrily, as if it was his fault that Tonks didn't want to become the Weasley family's daughter-in-law.

Lupin also understood why Tonks refused to come.

Sometimes Mrs. Weasley seemed a little too rude about certain things.

As she lowered her head to eat her turkey, Mrs. Weasley suddenly screamed, "It's Arthur, and... Percy!"

She glared through the kitchen window at the father and son approaching outside.

The father and son didn't speak to each other, as if they were strangers.

They returned to the Burrow one after another.

The back door opened and Mr. Weasley laughed and said, "Merry Christmas, everybody."

Percy walked in, his cloak covered with snowflakes, and said stiffly, "Merry Christmas."

Percy said nothing as he glanced over the people in the living room.

"Oh - Percy!" Fleur greeted enthusiastically, running over to grab his face and kissing him.

"Merry Christmas, Fleur." Percy said, pushing Fleur away with a straight face.

Mrs. Weasley glared at Fleur at this and came over to hug her son.

"Merry Christmas, Mum." He handed the ribbon-tied gift to Mrs. Weasley.

Mrs. Weasley was delighted, and when she unwrapped it, she found a luxurious and beautiful hat inside.

Ginny looked at the one on her head, then at Mrs. Weasley's.

She pouted, and Percy saw Ginny's expression and smiled, "Merry Christmas, Ginny."

Ginny snorted, and Percy, who knew his sister, said, "If you go to your room, you should know that there is another present waiting for you."