HP monster

Chapter 14 14

"Turkey now? Come on, where are the knives?"

"Mr. Locke is going to move in too. Just put it higher on that chair so he can't see the table... Hey, or put a few more books on the chair."

"Our Christmas tree isn't decorated yet, Harry! The ladder is behind the door, and the little presents, stars and candles are all in the bag under the tree."

"The top is too high, Deckards! You should have listened to me and bought that little fir tree."

"My dear, we are celebrating the holidays, don't rush to complain, hurry up, the time is coming, you come to hang the trinkets, and the stars are handed over to me."

"You ruined my fresh shower and you never said a word that we're having Christmas too?!"

"Okay, okay, I'll wash it for you later. Is the sausage ready? Come down from the tree and have a look."

I probably said something I shouldn't have said, and Harry blushed and kept silent, just buried his head in his work...well, whatever was said but it's bringing me the best results right now.

In fact, neither of us is a person who cares about Christmas. It probably has something to do with each other's experiences. It wasn't until we got up this morning and received a lot of gifts from friends that we suddenly realized what we had neglected carelessly. , all kinds of gifts, Ron's, Hermione's, Hagrid, Mandy, Terry, Stuart... There are many, many more, these Ravenclaw students who only appeared once or twice in my memory , After seeing their obviously well-prepared gifts, I feel that maybe I can change it and try to learn some public social etiquette?

...like giving gifts at Christmas or something.

I didn't even prepare Harry's present.

But obviously I don’t need to blame myself too much, Harry himself forgot, he patted his head and called himself a pig over and over again, hurriedly dragged me out of the house, looking for a gift shop that was still willing to open during the festival— —It turned out to be not much easier than finding a needle in a haystack, and we both almost froze.

By the way, the most important point is that there are good things and bad things. I have lost the invisibility I once had. Since I entered King's Cross Station, I have become perfectly normal, as if the old me was just an illusion... Of course, after losing this feature, I can no longer take whatever I want in the store as I like.

... No money, and I don't want to use Gringotts to take a deposit of unknown origin.

Well, I admit, I am currently in the state of being taken care of by Harry, it's nothing, really...

The snow-covered white streets are deserted, people have homes, two, three, ten, no matter how many members, no matter how good the family is, no matter how big or small the turkey is, this is our holiday, for To make it even more festive, Harry and I wrapped colored lights on the roof and on the newspaper box outside the door - even though no one else could see it but us, it wasn't a thing.

"Hmm..." We both held a knife and fork and stared at each other very seriously, (Mr. Locke also had a knife and fork in front of him, but everyone knew he couldn't use it, and Harry even put a scarf around his neck. He wore a scarf and tied a pink bow.) Harry was still not as patient as I was, and he was still the first to start the conversation: "Let's say something, like thanking the Lord or something."

"Didn't you want to make a wish and blow out the candles?"

"It's a birthday, Dikas! Forget it...do you still have a TV series about Christmas at home? Put it out for reference."

"That would be more imprudent... I feel that the festivals are similar. I really want to make a wish now. Otherwise, let's make a wish one by one, and then say a few words to thank God devoutly. Of course, for the sake of our future, I think I will thank you later. A few words from Merlin, and then blow out the candles... Do you want to sing?"

"I... can only speak a few words?"

"Great, I can only say a few words, we have fought together for a long time, well, let's do it like this...!"

The two of us solemnly seemed to be accomplishing some major event in life.

I closed my eyes and first thanked the God who I have scolded for more than ten years, apologized to him piously, and promised to greet him every Christmas by making a wish, and then thanked the one who created the magic world Merlin (maybe he didn't create it, but who cares), thanks to Dumbledore for giving Harry the revealing potion, thanks to Hagrid for taking me and Harry into the wizarding world, and thanks to Professor McGonagall for taking the time to teach me to clean up after class Yixin, thank you Dean for your small...humor?Finally, I would like to thank the old bat Snape for making every day of my new semester more colorful and disgusting...

As for the wish, I hope to find my parents as soon as possible, the family will be reunited, and I will bring Harry with me when the time comes...

call--

He took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and found that Harry was muttering: "Bless Uncle Vernon they will never forget me," I guess he forgot that he also received fifty pence from the Dursleys this morning , which probably means that their family will never forget him in this life.

"Bless me to complete my studies safely, and the great devil Voldemort will never find me."

"What if he really finds it...well...then bless me to bear the divine power of the sky, accept the blessing of the gods, and destroy him from body to soul the moment I see him, for my father Mother revenge!"

...Although I know that his content has been carefully thought out, I still smell an increasingly mysterious feeling. I guess he is chasing some illogical martial arts drama during the two days off.

"Finally..." He muttered a few words mysteriously with a red face, then opened his eyes evasively.

Looking at each other, Harry exclaimed, "Dickas, why are you so fast?!"

"It's you who are too slow."

I took two candlesticks and placed one in front of both of us, speaking as nonchalantly as possible.

...God knows how much I resent him in my heart.

...This performance is definitely in love, okay? !

... I knew that Hermione was unlikely, probably that silly girl who sat back to back with Harry at the next table in the library every time on purpose - big nostrils, old-fashioned big wavy brown hair, bossy, and a big butt big.

The brat really has no vision.

"Well, now, keep a pious heart, blow out the candles, and all your wishes will come true."

But can I let Harry know what I'm thinking? !

……of course not.

I can only pretend not to care and continue my lines with an aria.

We silently counted three two one and held the candlestick and blew out the candles together. Afterwards, I put down the candlestick and gave Harry a gesture of please.

He was a little unconfident: "I, I don't sing very well."

"It's okay, it's just the two of us, no one will laugh at you, you should sing loudly during the festival, who cares if it sounds good or not?"

"Ah...cough cough!" He cleared his throat, and stood on the small stage we had built temporarily (empty wine bottles surrounded by two thick books).

"Christmas Eve, Holy Night... In the darkness, the brilliance shines..."

Christmas Eve, Holy Night;

Shepherds in the wilderness;

Suddenly saw the brilliance of heaven;

Heard the heavenly host singing Hallelujah.

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"Let's build a snowman." Looking at the knee-high snow outside from the window, I turned around and said to Harry, who had stopped singing and was sitting quietly.

He froze for a moment, then grinned: "Okay, let's make a snowman!"

Without paying attention, he had already ran out of the house first.

In front of the repeated lines, I can really feel the time rush. How did that shy silly boy speak in front of a ball of air with nothing at that time, and how he squatted by the side to watch me throw away my gloves and roll out big balls one after another. How can I scream like a bumpkin but get kicked in my ass...

As soon as my butt hurts, I turn around and see Harry running away quickly with a sly smile. I chase after him, but he barely dodges every time.He made a face at me and shouted with a smile: "Ever since I was kicked, I've been looking for a chance to get it back!"

"Stinky boy!" Throwing the gloves that got in the way, I bent down and squeezed the snow into a ball and threw it hard, hitting Harry on the shoulder, and he immediately took off his gloves and made a snowball to attack back... diagonally towards ours That family is playing music and dancing in twos. Behind them, I guess there are at least five children. They are lying on the sofa and stacking Arhats. There are probably two people in the part blocked by the window sill. Even if I guessed, I could still imagine how he was being crushed by a group of children and begging for mercy.

"Ha! Do you still dare to be distracted? Look at my continuous cannonballs!" Harry stepped back with his left leg, and threw three snowballs in his right hand, unable to dodge, I was hit by the snowballs and lay on my back lying on the snow In the ground, you can feel the snow water seeping into the cotton clothes, invading bit by bit, not strong but hard to ignore.

Probably seeing that I couldn't get up, Harry ran over: "Dickas, are you okay? Did you fall?...Ah!"

Harry stretched out his hand and wanted to pick me up, but he didn't expect that he would also lie down in the snow after being held by me.

His glasses hung crookedly on the bridge of his nose. He was lying in the snow, staring at the thick night in Surrey with me. He didn't care about the cold, the heavy snow, or the snow seeping through the cotton coat. Who mother is, doesn't care when Voldemort returns... doesn't care about anything.

The stars flicker, and the soul enjoys an unprecedented tranquility.

"A day or two ago..." Harry's voice trembled in the cold wind, ethereal, a little out of tune, but it was the sound of nature in my ears.

I slowly joined in, and together with him, sang over and over again in an inaccurate tune.

a day or two ago,

I want to go out and wander,

That beautiful little girl,

she sat beside me,

The horse was thin and old,

Its fate is inauspicious,

To drag the sled into the mud,

caused us to suffer;

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snow everywhere,

In this good time of youth,

take my dear friend,

Sing the ski song.

There was a herd of sorrel horses,

It travels thousands of miles a day,

We harnessed it to the sled,

Just run forward.

The author has something to say:

This Christmas is very meaningful, it is the first serious Christmas in the lives of two people, I wish them a happy holiday =3=