“I’ll think about it. I don’t have any plans to join the school team this semester at least.” Harry nodded and said.
With Quirrell around this semester, a strong sense of crisis made him have no mood to participate in these activities.
“You are still young. There is no need to take your studies so seriously. Have a good rest during Christmas. You should know that a life with both tension and relaxation can better help you improve.” Professor McGonagall said softly.
For the first time, she, who was always strict and serious about her students’ studies, told a student not to take studies too seriously.
“Hmm.” Harry nodded.
Leaving Professor McGonagall’s office, the fatigue in Harry’s eyes disappeared.
Back in the common room, he found Hermione and Ron chatting nonstop.
Seeing Harry come back, Hermione and Ron stood up to greet him.
“Are you guys going home for Christmas?” Harry asked casually.
“Going home. What about you?” Hermione asked.
“I’m not going back. I asked, and many professors won’t be going back. I can go find them anytime during Christmas.” Harry shook his head and said.
“Even if I go back, I guess my aunt and uncle wouldn’t be happy.” Harry said.
Dudley said, “Cousin, I miss you.”
Ron and Hermione were speechless after hearing Harry’s words.
The atmosphere fell silent for a moment.
“Heh, it’s a pity. If you guys didn’t go back, you could try the dishes I cooked.” Harry found a topic and broke the silence.
“Cooking? You can cook, Harry?” Hermione looked at Harry in surprise.
“Harry, I’ve been with you for so long. You haven’t told me you can cook.” Ron looked at Harry with a betrayed expression.
Hermione glanced at Ron, feeling something strange about what he said.
“ε=(′ο｀*)))唉？Didn’t I tell you guys that I’m a chef?” Harry wondered, thinking for a moment.
“Oh, after coming to Hogwarts, I’ve been too busy. I haven’t had time to go to the kitchen.” Harry said.
“What a pity. I can’t try the food you cooked.” Hermione said pretending to be sad.
She didn’t think an 11-year-old child could cook a delicious meal.
But Harry was her good friend. She was not someone with low EQ, so she wouldn’t discourage Harry’s confidence.
“It’s okay. I’ll cook for you guys when I have time.” Harry said indifferently.
On Christmas Eve, Hermione dragged her luggage to find Ron.
He was playing Wizard Chess alone. He was playing both sides of the chessboard. He was playing against himself.
“You haven’t packed your luggage?” Hermione asked curiously.
“Hmm, my family’s plan changed. My parents are going to see my brother Charlie in Romania. He’s studying dragons there, so we’re all staying here.” Ron looked up at her and said.
“Where’s Harry?” Hermione didn’t see Harry.
“George and Fred took him away, but they wouldn’t take me.” Ron said sadly.
He felt he was abandoned.
“Oh, well, Merry Christmas. I’ll get gifts for you and Harry.” Hermione was eager to go home. She didn’t want to chat with Ron anymore. After leaving a sentence, she followed the team to leave the academy.
Ron continued playing against himself.
Harry was taken away by the Weasley twins. They took Harry to Hogsmeade village to have a few drinks.
Harry remembered Ron. He bought some candy that children loved to entertain him.
The next day, Harry was awakened by Sally.
Without staying up late, after relaxing his mind, he finally had a normal sleep.
After waking up, Harry felt his mind was clear. Even his perception seemed to be stronger.
It seems Professor McGonagall was right. Proper rest could actually help him improve.
He touched Sally. He hadn’t seen this little guy for half a year. He was thinner!
Obviously, he didn’t eat well in the owl dormitory at school.
Sally looked at Harry with a grievance. He worked hard all night. His master should give him some rewards.
For example, beef jerky.
Harry hadn’t cooked in Hogwarts, so he naturally wouldn’t have these things. He could only feed him some bread.
Sally turned his head, indicating that he didn’t want to eat this kind of junk food.
He wanted to eat meat, meat made by his master.
“I’ll cook tonight. I’ll give you some to eat then. Eat a little now to fill your stomach.” Harry said softly to him.
Sally reluctantly ate the bread and then flew away.
When he lifted the blanket and wanted to get out of bed, he found a mountain-like pile of gifts at the foot of the bed.
It was his Christmas present.
It was also the first time he had received so many Christmas presents.
Ron yawned, sat up groggily, and waved to Harry. “Merry Christmas, Harry.”
“Why don’t you sleep a little longer. It’s Christmas today.” Ron said.
“I was going to exercise, but now I have to open the presents.” Harry got out of bed.
“Exercise? Take a rest, Harry. It’s Christmas today.” Ron said with a sense of despair.
Harry was so diligent that he felt embarrassed to be lazy. But he really couldn’t keep up with Harry’s pace, it would kill him.
“You’re right. Christmas is for a good rest.” Harry agreed with him.
He opened the top gift. It was wrapped in thick brown paper with “Hagrid to Harry” written on it in a flamboyant style.
Inside was a very crudely made flute. It was obviously made by Hagrid himself.
Harry blew on it, and the sound was like an owl’s cry.
Although it wasn’t exquisite or beautiful, it was Hagrid’s intention.
Peng Yingzong gave him a whole set of kitchen knives.
Peng Qinxuan gave him a brand new mechanical watch.
Aunt Petunia’s family also sent gifts.
It was a thick down jacket.
The style was also fashionable and beautiful.
There was also a letter from Dudley.
Harry opened it to see that Dudley said he was happy to receive his candy. He had already finished it, but he would be even happier to have his cousin’s dishes.
Harry was silent. He ate two big bags of candy in one night?
Aunt Petunia should take him to see the dentist.
Hermione sent a delicate peanut heart chocolate. It was expensive just by looking at the packaging.
“I think I know who sent this.” Ron said, blushing slightly, pointing to a large paper bag.
“It’s my mom. I told her you thought you wouldn’t get a present.”
Harry tore open the paper bag and saw a thick, bright green hand-knitted sweater and a large box of homemade butter fudge.
“She knits us a sweater every year,” Ron said, opening his own paper bag, which also contained a sweater.
“Mine’s always dark purple.”
“Heh, I’m happy to receive this gift.” Harry said with a smile. This was the first time he received a hand-knitted sweater. It should have been his mother who made it for him.
He tasted a piece of butter fudge. It tasted very sweet.
“It would be better if the color of the sweater was changed to red. It would be more festive.” Harry put the sweater aside.
“Green makes me think of some bad memories.” Harry said.
Ron nodded. He remembered what Harry said.
The other Gryffindors sent all kinds of snacks and treats.
Harry didn’t like to eat this kind of thing. He gave them all to Ron.
He was overjoyed.
Dumbledore sent him a jar of...... cockroaches.
Harry expressionlessly threw it into the trash.
Professor McGonagall’s gift was the happiest for Harry.
It was a Transfiguration note from his father, and Professor McGonagall’s own.
Professor Sprout gave him some small plants, with a taste description attached.
Professor Flitwick sent a set of wand maintenance packages.
“Did Professor Snape also send you a gift?” Ron, who was eating snacks without brushing his teeth, exclaimed when he saw the name on the gift. The snacks in his mouth sprayed out.
Harry calmly opened it. It was a bottle of potion shimmering with blue light.
“What kind of potion is this? It’s not poison, is it?” Ron shivered.
“Vitality supplement, for restoring stamina.” Harry played with the potion in his hand. The potion, shimmering with blue light, looked a little charming.