Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 582

The next day, gusts of wind and heavy snow swept across the world outside Hogwarts Castle, as if changing the world overnight.

A layer of snow covered almost everything in the land.

When they woke up for lunch in the morning and heard other students chatting, McGuffin and Harry realized two extremely important issues.

It's already Christmas...they haven't prepared any Christmas presents for each other, and the Yule Ball is about to begin.

The former one is not that important, but the next one will make a few boys' heads very big.

— They must choose a partner to dance with.

This, a few people are not prepared at all,

Especially the MacGuffin,

And to be honest, he had completely forgotten about these things.

"Can any of you dance?"

Harry said hoarsely, smacking the panna cotta on his plate with a fork, as if that would make things go away.

McGuffin knew that he could know what Harry was thinking right now without using [Instinct].

Apparently the Dursleys didn't have that kind of vibe at all, let Harry learn to dance.

Of course, McGuffin himself was a little apprehensive about this, although he knew a little bit about it, he couldn't beat Harry much.

The two looked at Ron together. In their impression, Ron should...jump, right?
Sure enough, this guy wasn't very worried, and he was still looking at Dracole Fleur not far away, his face full of anticipation... the expression of tonight's Christmas ball.

(It's not just him, most of the young wizards eating breakfast in the restaurant now... are staring at Dracor Fleur, or Camilla Paula...)
"Ron!" Hermione threw the spoon on the hot stew angrily, and she interrupted Ron's daydream loudly.

Fortunately, Ron also knew that if he wanted to choose Furong...then there would be a lot of competitors, and the success rate was really not high.

After he came back to his senses, he immediately asked a little nervously, "Hermione—who will you go to the dance with?"

McGuffin and Harry also stared at Hermione immediately.

This made Hermione Granger stand up abruptly, and she said haughtily and arrogantly, "I'm not your backup answer..."

After she finished speaking, she left the three of them behind, and hurriedly left the auditorium together with several fourth and fifth grade Gryffindor witches.

This made the three MacGuffins a little confused. Hermione usually didn't have a good relationship with these guys.

how?

"Harry, you're better off, as a Hogwarts warrior and the famous Harry Potter, someone will definitely ask you to dance... but me and McGuffin... hey..." Ron also had his own worries.

Harry was more worried about himself, "Me? That's not the case at all... Think about it, I'm a guy who has never danced before, and I want to dance in front of the students with eleven other warriors..."

"I'm going to be a clown today!"

The more Harry thought about it, the paler his face grew.

At this time, there was a sudden burst of loud laughter behind McGuffin and the others, which distracted Harry from his attention.

—a Hufflepuff student suddenly feathered and transformed into a canary-like humanoid monster.

Everyone gathered around the guy, and even the victim himself burst out laughing.

Apparently Fred and George developed the canary biscuit, which was a huge hit among the students.

Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao will arrive.

Before McGuffin finished the bowl of spicy stew in front of his table, George and Fred appeared in front of the three of them, shoulder to shoulder.

"No, MacGuffin... here's what you want, and yours, Ron!"

One by one, the two handed two small bags to McGuffin and Ron, and then left here.

"What's that?" Harry asked curiously.

"Nothing? This is your gift, Harry, I'll give it to you after I refit it later..." McGuffin shook the bag and said quite satisfied.

"Mine too..." Ron handed the bag directly to Harry and said, "Don't open it here, it's a bag of bezoar. It's your Christmas present. I bought it from George Fred and the others."

After seeing Harry ready to untie the small bag with some curiosity, Ron immediately stopped nervously.

Harry was rather embarrassed, "I don't have any gifts for you yet..."

McGuffin waved his hand and said no, "I don't need mine. This can be regarded as... an apology for making your invisibility cloak 'dirty' a few days ago. Harry, you just need to forgive me..."

Bringing this up, Harry still felt a little embarrassed.

"What gift are you going to give?" Ron asked.

"Shh, I can't say it here, I'll talk about it when I get back..." McGuffin said to the two mysteriously.

However, the attention of these two guys is obviously no longer on this topic.

Draco Fleur passed by the table where they were sitting with Camilla Paula and several Brazilian and Beauxbaton witches, carrying a burst of fragrance.

When Fleur and Camilla saw Harry, they moved a little closer to say hello.

"Hi Harry, Merry Christmas!"

This made Harry, and Ron's ears a little red.

"Oh... oh, you too... Merry Christmas... Merry Christmas!"

They responded tremblingly, and hurriedly concealed their nervousness. They lowered their heads and ate their respective stews, almost burying their faces in the steaming dishes.

"Are those stews so delicious?" The group of witches gradually walked away, and there was a burst of laughter from inside.

"No, no, I think the food at Hogwarts is too greasy." Fleur said with a frown, "I can't fit my gown!"

This conversation made the two guys even more ashamed as if they wanted to get into the gap in the ground.

"Don't hide, they've already left! Look up... Slytherin, DeLS Malfoy, they've already seen them..." McGuffin reminded.

Sure enough, upon hearing Slytherin's name, Harry and Ron immediately raised their heads with 'spirited' faces, and looked behind McGuffin, that is, Slytherin.

"McGuffin, Mc-Guffin, you--behind you..."

"M-Mu... Didi! Mister—"

While McGuffin continued to eat the stew, Harry and Ron suddenly saw Harry and Ron stare wide-eyed, looking behind them like a ghost, and stammering.

McGuffin understood immediately, put down his food, and turned around sharply.

He saw Alastor Moody standing behind him, his bright blue fake eyes were turning around, staring at several people.

"Mr. Moody, you..."

"...Is there something wrong?" McGuffin could only ask after hesitating for a moment.

Moody was not polite. He put the crutches aside, then turned around and sat down next to McGuffin.

He knocked on the table, and immediately in front of him were bowls, plates, knives and forks.

Then after serving a bowl, the guy hoarsely said to McGuffin, "Well, Albus has something to do with you, he asked me to go to his office with you..."

Shir!
'The old bee! !Today is Christmas!Zhou Papi Huang Shiren, the blessings of 996 are not so cruel! '

McGuffin complained dissatisfiedly.

Then Moody got himself a big bowl of stew and ate it like that.

Harry, Ron knew that the guy across from him was his future professor, so he had a very uncomfortable meal.

After a hasty sip, the two of them abandoned McGuffin and fled without any morale.

"Wait...wait for me..."

McGuffin fidgeted a little, watching Moody eat his stew.

"Oh, what's the matter with you?" Moody looked at McGuffin, "If you have something, you can leave first, just remember to go to Dumbledore's office later."

Moody is not his fierce appearance, but he is very reasonable.

Although his fake eye has been using a penetrating (constantly turning up and down in the eye socket) way, constantly looking at the McGuffin.

McGuffin also hastily picked up two or three mouthfuls of stew and left the auditorium.

Afterwards, he returned to the dormitory, and those two disloyal guys had indeed returned here.

Hermione was also there.

There are only three of them in the dormitory now.

These guys are opening the presents that the owls delivered this morning.

Ron and Harry were surprised to see the McGuffin.

"McGuffin, aren't you..."

McGuffin snorted coldly, took out the little bag that George gave him, and poured out a small golden ball from it.

"Golden Snitch? What?"

"I asked George Fred to get it from Mrs. Hooch... It was damaged in Quidditch matches over the years!"

"what--"

It was Harry and the others who realized that the golden snitch's wings in McGuffin's hand were a bit broken, unable to fly at all, so it could only wobble, and slowly floated up from the palm of McGuffin.

"This is your Christmas present?" Ron was very surprised.

"No, it's not finished yet!" McGuffin raised his wand and hit the golden snitch who couldn't dodge it. The golden ball fell into McGuffin's palm and split in two.

Under the curious eyes of Hermione and the others, McGuffin raised the wand on his head, and a silver thread was wrapped around the tip of the wand,
Shaking, a palm-sized man fell from the wand, and was pinched by McGuffin.

"McGuffin!?"

Hermione yelled sharply.

All three of them had learned a painful lesson and took a step back.

"Don't be afraid!" McGuffin put his clenched fist near his mouth and blew in,
——The little Geffen turned into a silver thread again, and got into the golden snitch that was split in two, spinning and entangled inside, like an ordinary silver mist.

After McGuffin closed the Snitch, he took out a glass vial with a curved flat mouth from his pocket, and poured out two drops of ink-black juice from the inside, which dripped on the wings of the Snitch.

Then several spells were cast, and various lights shone back and forth in the dormitory, and the gray, white, blue and red mist continued to slowly drift away with various sharp and strange sounds.

"Restored as before!"

After the MacGuffin finally tapped with his wand, the Snitch's wings were intact, returning to its former swiftness and swiftness.

And this little thing seems to have superficial intelligence, and it keeps circling around the MacGuffin, as if to please.

The piglet in Ron's cage saw it... Immediately became excited, chattered endlessly, and flew out of the cage happily, flapping its wings frantically in the air and flying over.

"It's noisy, don't make noise! ​​Little pig..." Ron turned around and reprimanded severely.

But it was useless, this little guy still happily chased after him, chasing the Snitch in the air like a fight.

McGuffin beckoned, and the Golden Snitch instantly got rid of the little owl's entanglement, returned to his palm, and kept flapping its wings.

"This?" Harry was a little confused, he didn't understand why McGuffin gave him this thing.

"It allows you to find your way in an unfamiliar place," McGuffin explained.

Hermione immediately understood, "McGuffin, do you want Harry to take this thing to the second event..."

After Harry understood it, he was eager to get it, but he was a little scared, "This? This...isn't this a cheat code?"

"Shh!"

McGuffin hissed immediately, and then carefully listened to the movement outside, feeling that there was no one, he said again, "How can this be cheating? It's just a Christmas present...Harry, didn't you see that Camilla Paula and Chen Xiaolong used some magical alchemy props?"

"What's more, the function of this thing is especially suitable for this kind of event. It can not only divert the attention of monsters at critical moments, but also..."

McGuffin handed the Snitch to Harry, "Hold it in your hands, Harry, and close your eyes."

Although Harry didn't understand, he still took it in his hand, holding the golden snitch in his hands, and obeyed.

"This is?" Harry opened his eyes and looked at McGuffin in surprise.

"Is this... the perspective seen by the golden snitch just now?"

"That's right, wherever this golden snitch passes by. It can record for 5 minutes, and this kind of image, or some kind of fragmented memory image... can be transmitted to your mind."

Hermione hissed, she knew the unbelievability of this kind of thing better than Harry and the others.

"Harry, show me!" Hermione said anxiously.

"How did you do it? MacGuffin... I can't believe you can do this kind of thing..."

Now Hermione stopped talking about Harry cheating.

She stared frantically at the golden ball in front of her face, her expression...it was as if she was about to take a chisel and chisel it open.

Harry was still a little hesitant.

Ron persuaded from the side, "Harry, you should take it. McGuffin is right. You do need some magical self-defense devices....Think about it...the guy who passed the selection of warriors and wanted to murder you has not been found yet...Harry, you must be vigilant during the game. In a critical moment, it can indeed attract firepower..."

"Harry! This is a perfect Christmas present for you."

Ron concluded.

In the end, Harry still accepted the gift.

"Okay, just right...Harry, here's your present! The owl just arrived... Merry Christmas!"

Hermione smiled, and gave Harry a copy of The Quidditch Teams of Great Britain and Ireland.

She gave McGuffin and Ron an alchemical carving knife and a signed poster of Charlie's Rockets.

"You are so kind, Hermione!" Ron happily hung the poster on the wall beside his bed.

Then McGuffin, Ron, Hermione, and Harry returned their Christmas presents to each other, and began to unwrap the Christmas presents given to them by others.

Sirius gave Harry a portable magic pencil sharpener with gadgets for opening various locks and knots;

The two identical socks given to Harry by the Vernon family, and the hand-knitted sweater and hand-knitted socks Mrs. Weasley gave them every year (after discussion among several boys, they unanimously decided to give them to Dobby as Christmas presents);
McGuffin's family sent over a large pile of recent British and London Muggle newspapers according to his request (Ron, Hermione, they are very strange about this);

The gift Hagrid gave this year was very practical. It was a large box of candy. (It was super big, almost as big as a large cake. It was a common gift for several people. It contained all the flavors: Bibi Bean, Blowing Super Lollipop, Floating Cotton Candy, Sleeping Chocolate with Filled Cream... This made them very happy, because Honeydukes couldn’t open this year, and they could only order candy from other parts of the UK through Owl Mail. Not to mention, it was several times more expensive, and the taste was not that good.)
There were also various gifts from other people, and they happily unwrapped them.

McGuffin was particularly anxious, because in a moment... there was another date with the old bee, Moody, waiting for him.

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