In the following days, the young wizards were very keen on discussing those boundless and imaginative movie plots, and also commented on the professors in the school. The first and second year students often looked at the senior students with envy, and said sourly that Flitwick, the professor of the Charms class, was also very good, allowing them to play games in the last class of the semester.

"That's really good, especially when compared with other professors..." Seamus said indignantly, while rushing his potion homework, his eyes were red, as if he didn't sleep well.

Even if the young wizards still had a little expectation of the serious Professor McGonagall, they would not be unrealistic to think that Snape would allow students to make noise in his class. In fact, he simply put the steps of testing the antidote on the last day before the holiday, which made the young wizards tremble and dare not slack off.

Neville sat on the empty chair next to Seamus and told him some tips.

"Pay special attention to the amount of mistletoe berries, otherwise your toad will never come back..."

"I don't have a toad, you know, Neville."

Dean Thomas on the side chuckled and said, "He just expressed his worries." He handed Seamus a small biscuit, Seamus opened his mouth and bit off half, chewed it viciously, and then continued to write his paper. At this moment, he suddenly grew feathers.

Dean sneered: "Fred and George's canary biscuits can be bought for only seven silver Sickles." He put the remaining half into his mouth, so Neville found that he was sitting between two huge canaries. He looked around and couldn't use his eyes. The

people in the lounge looked at them, making Neville feel uncomfortable. He embarrassedly picked up a piece of custard biscuit and stuffed it into his mouth-

everyone pointed at the three canaries and laughed, "Ouch~" Angelina laughed so hard that tears came out.

...

On the day before Christmas, Hogwarts finally ushered in the Christmas holiday.

It was snowing heavily outside. Felix and Sniff Valen were playing Crackling Explosion Cards on the sofa. Valen insisted on changing the way of playing, so he watched it use its short hands to stack up the cards. "Are you building a nest for yourself?" he asked curiously.

Sniff's hand shook, and the cards ignited sparks as if they had received an order.

Felix reached out and grabbed it, holding it and sitting back on the sofa. With a "bang", each of them and Sniff stared at the mushroom-shaped black smoke rising in a daze.

"It seems that you have learned a lot." He said to Valen.

At this time, there was a sound of flapping wings outside the window. Felix opened the window and seven or eight owls of different sizes and colors flew in from outside, all carrying packages and letters.

"Tomorrow is Christmas." Felix said to himself, "I guess there will be a large number of readers greeting me next, I have to hurry up and write back." He looked at the corner of the wall, where there was a small mountain of prepared gifts.

Valen watched Felix remove the packages and letters from the owls, and provided food and water for these long-distance visitors to rest for a while. Then, the owls flew away one after another, leaving only a few lingering.

When he turned back, Felix was already sitting in a high-back chair behind his desk, and began to write a reply.

"Let me see..."

He opened a letter, read it, took out a feather pen and parchment, and quickly replied -

"Mr. Seris, I am very happy to receive your letter. I have studied the scales of the Armenian secret snake you sent, and I have shown great interest in the secret pattern on it. It is still difficult to say whether this pattern is related to their unique magical abilities. It still needs to be studied... I wish you all the best in your investigation on the Iranian Plateau."

Felix put the letter into an envelope, and a brown owl jumped onto the table, stretched out a leg, and let him tie the reply letter on it. Valen finally handed it a piece of owl biscuit, and it held it in its mouth, flapped its wings and flew into the wind and snow.

Then came the second reply:

"Ms. Meg, Merry Christmas... No, I don't have any plans for a new book at the moment. I should publish a booklet about magic words, but I'm not sure about the specific content yet... In addition, I don't think it's a good idea to print my photo on the cover, but thank you for your suggestion."

The third letter was not so friendly, but Felix discovered the trap in advance and easily lifted the curse on it. He also left the reddish-brown bird that delivered the letter in advance. It was standing with its legs together in grievance. Felix picked up the pen and wrote:

"Mr. Anonymous, your prank is as bad as your handwriting. I don't want to waste time discussing any Muggle issues with you. I hope your messenger will deliver my return gift on time on Christmas Day."

Felix cast an evil curse on the parchment and then hung the letter on the reddish-brown bird. "Go, return to your master." He said with a smile.

In the following day, he seemed busy -

"Ms. Jane, thank you for your support. I'm not sure if you can receive this letter. The owls never found you and returned all the letters. Maybe there is something wrong with your identity and it needs to be kept confidential. I understand this very well. The black market has been in turmoil recently. As far as I know, the Ministry of Magic is cracking down on illegal potions, which may be related to a batch of leaked wolfsbane potions..."

"Mr. Vera, your granddaughter has performed very well. I am ready to increase her salary. You should give up the idea of ​​letting her join the Ancient Magic Rune Association. I believe that in less than two or three years, Clemmy's income will exceed yours, and if you think about it for a while, you will find that what she is doing now is more meaningful, Mr. Vice President."

...

While replying to the letter, Yuria Edmund, Bethenny Bach and Byers Bach came to visit. Byers was holding three large boxes and walking at the end, panting.

"Professor Hep, this is a Christmas gift for you..."

Uriah explained with a smile: "Byers insisted on holding it himself. Bethenny wanted to help him, but he refused."

Byers looked at him with some embarrassment, and then he stammered: "Professor Hep, how many words has Valen learned?"

"Not many... he probably can't communicate with you yet. You can play crackle explosion cards. He is very good at traditional games." Felix said.

Byers stared at the scattered explosion cards on the table absent-mindedly, "This, uh... Valen is really smart."

Felix sat on the sofa with Uriah and Bethenny. He took out honey tea to entertain the two: "Uriah, you don't want to talk about some obscure magic and non-magic debate topics in front of Bethenny today, do you?"

"Of course not, it's mainly because Bethenny wants to visit you and bring gifts by the way." Uriah said that he has come quite a few times recently, especially since he lost his wand on the surface, and the matter of training warriors could not be found on his head, so he is relatively free on weekdays.

When he was free, he would go to Felix's office to discuss some views from the magical and non-magical worlds, which was beneficial to both of them.

During the conversation, Yuria mentioned Byers. He nodded his chin in the direction of Byers and said, "He is now the captain of the warriors."

"Then Graves..."

Yuria shook his head, "His mentality is not suitable for being a captain." He talked about what had just happened, "When we came here, we encountered a very interesting scene. The warrior of Beauxbatons, the one named Delacour, tried to invite your warrior, but he already had a dance partner."

"Is it Cedric Diggory?" Felix thought for a moment and said.

"Yes," Yuria smiled, "She has great charm, but it doesn't always work..."