The three of them returned to the common room. Hermione seemed particularly silent, but she had already made up her mind to tell Professor McGonagall about the Firebolt.

Harry received a brand new Firebolt this morning. She had heard Harry mention the reputation of this broom more than once. The Firebolt was known as the "fastest broom in the world". It was not mass-produced and there was no quotation. Just thinking about it, you can guess how exaggerated the price was. Harry described more than

once that during his special training in Diagon Alley, he and Professor Happ admired the charming curves of the Firebolt outside the window of the Quidditch boutique - this was one of Harry's spiritual sustenance to survive the special training.

But Hermione believed that Harry and Ron were not aware of the danger at all. This broom was very likely sent anonymously by a dark wizard and contained an unknown curse. Especially after the experience of Quirrell tampering with the broom in the first year, she couldn't understand why Harry was so careless?

'What if it was sent by Sirius Black? ' It was not

until Harry took the initiative to talk about the strange gift given by Professor Happ that Hermione joined the conversation, "The professor gave you a Dementor?"

"It's a Dementor doll!" Harry emphasized, "It's exactly the same as the real one. The sudden chill and bad memory that came over my heart..." He shuddered.

"Didn't you look at the card inside? Maybe there will be instructions on it." Hermione guessed, but she really couldn't think of any use.

Harry shook his head, "I only opened it and took a look, then quickly closed the box... To be honest, I would like to exchange it with Ron." He looked at Ron, and Ron smiled, "Professor Happ gave me a whole set of comic books."

Harry couldn't help asking Hermione, "What gift did the professor give you?"

Hermione said, "It's a chestnut memory disk."

"Chestnut... what?" Harry said in confusion.

"It's hard to describe in words. Wait, I'll show it to you. And, Harry, bring your Dementor doll over, let's study it together. The professor must have his own intentions."

After a minute, they gathered together again.

Harry stared at the chestnut memory plate in a daze. "Is this... an art plate? I've seen something similar at the Dursleys'. They give it to important clients."

"Oh, of course not. I'll show you. Professor Happ hopes I can give you some more suggestions... It may appear in the class next semester." Hermione said. She tapped the chestnut plate with her wand, and the complex magic patterns were lit up. Silver sand condensed into clouds. Hermione closed her eyes and recalled carefully, then stretched out her finger to point at the cloud.

The sand fell down, and a familiar three-dimensional picture appeared in front of Harry and Ron.

"Merlin's beard, this is-we are in the Chamber of Secrets, the Chamber of Secrets..." Ron's eyes widened.

"It's a reproduction of our past memories." Hermione whispered.

Harry was also brought back to a year ago by the scene in the chestnut wood plate, but it was the first time he looked at that experience from a different perspective. He couldn't help asking Hermione, "Did I jump down like that?" He measured it and found that the Slytherin statue was about five or six times as tall as him. If he jumped off the right side, he would fall half to death and be eaten by the basilisk before the basilisk's tail swept over.

"We are both very brave," Ron said to Hermione uneasily, looking at "himself" who was clumsily seducing the basilisk. "Well, Hermione - can I try?" This was the first time he called Hermione's name since the quarrel outside Hagrid's hut.

Hermione pursed her lips, "Of course. You can choose another memory, the one that you remember more deeply, and the effect will be better."

Harry was very happy that they started talking again, because according to his experience, Ron and Hermione would have been in a cold war for a day or two.

"Let me think about it, very impressive..." Ron muttered, and his wand hit the edge of the chestnut wood plate. Soon, a new three-dimensional picture appeared - the background was quite blurry, and a car could be vaguely seen, crashing straight into a tall tree, which was a Whomping Willow.

The branches of the Whomping Willow danced wildly, crackling and whipping the car, like a continuous storm. The car barely rushed out, making two dull sounds, and the car door suddenly bounced open, throwing out the gift and two people - Harry and Ron.

"Except for the time in the Chamber of Secrets, this is probably the experience that made me feel most like I was doomed." Ron looked at the little man on the plate, "But there are still many places that are vague. I can't remember what the car looks like. I hope it is safe in the Forbidden Forest."

Harry also tried, "I just happen to have something to show you. Voldemort's true appearance..."

After a moment, Ron and Hermione finally saw the scene when Harry faced Voldemort alone in the first year - Quirrell lifted the garlic-smelling scarf, turned his back to Harry, revealing a dead-white face, and two snake-like thin nostrils under the red evil eyes.

Ron and Hermione gasped, and the two of them nervously grabbed Harry's arms on the left and right. Harry couldn't help but bared his teeth, "hiss~" he complained, "When I told you about it last year, you didn't exaggerate so much, did you?"

"That's different, Harry. We just listened to your description at that time, but this time we saw the picture directly." Ron said tremblingly, "He, he is so scary. Does the You-Know-Who have no nose?" The places he pays attention to are always weird.

Harry almost laughed out loud, and he quickly made himself serious, trying to be objective and said: "Well... he is indeed very ugly, and I had nightmares for a while."

Then the three of them looked at the box in front of them, which was a gift from Professor Hepp to Harry.

Ron couldn't help but confirm: "Are you really going to open it? The expression on your face when you opened it for the first time almost scared me to death." He explained to Hermione: "Imagine that you are happily opening a gift, and then you see your companion suddenly fall off the bed, his face pale..."

Harry glanced at Hermione, and Hermione nodded at him, "We must confirm it clearly."

Harry took a deep breath and opened the gift box -

at first glance, it was just a relatively delicate Dementor doll, nothing special, but the next second, a chill swept through the body, the doll seemed to come alive, and the Dementor's robe began to flutter. They even saw such a picture: a gray rotten hand stretched out from under the black robe, like a corpse that had been soaked in water for a long time...

Harry took advantage of not suffocating and quickly closed the box. He said breathlessly: "You all saw it." Ron looked sad.

"Card." Hermione said suddenly.

"What?"

"Card, Harry, there's a card under the Dementor doll."

Harry and Ron looked at each other, and Harry perked up. "So, if we just have to be patient one more time, we'll know why Professor Happ gave me this thing?" He actually suspected that Professor Happ was laughing at him for being timid, but it didn't seem likely no matter how he thought about it.

But before he confirmed it, he was still worried.

Hermione rolled her eyes at him, "I don't think so." She took the box and opened it slightly, just enough for her hand to reach in. As she fumbled around, she explained, "A professor would never give a dangerous gift... Got it!"

She successfully pulled out a card from the box. Harry and Ron looked at her blankly, "Hermione, you're so smart."

Hermione waved her hands, "Oh, I just--I just thought about it, you guys are in a misunderstanding." She read out the contents of the card--

"Harry, I heard that you went to Professor Lupin to learn the Patronus Charm. Maybe this can help you.

Also: The doll is under a spell. As long as you don't look at it, it won't be affected."

She looked at the two of them: "That's all there is on it. It's very clear."

"Wow, that's cool!" Ron said, "We can try again."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He nodded and opened the box. The chill came again, but he immediately closed his eyes, and the horrible cold and damp feeling disappeared very abruptly. He heard Ron's excited voice: "It really works! Just look away."

Harry opened his eyes and watched Ron constantly turning his head back and forth, looking at the Dementor doll, then quickly turning to one side, then back again... He looked so funny that Harry couldn't help laughing this time.

...

Malfoy Manor.

Draco Malfoy was opening his own gift. In the gift box with "Felix Hepp to Draco Malfoy" written on it, there was a whole set of comic books neatly stacked inside. He was familiar with the name of the comic book - "The Adventures of Little Wizard Mick". For a period of time, this book had caused quite a stir.

His mother, Narcissa Malfoy, came in. She had blonde hair and blue eyes. Narcissa gently put her hand on Draco's shoulder. "Draco, we are going to have lunch. Have you finished opening your presents? What did Pansy give you?"

Draco muttered, "A suit."

"Oh, our Draco has grown up." Narcissa said with a smile, her eyes fell on the book in Draco's hand, "Whose gift is this, a... a comic book?" "

A professor at school." Draco said, and he turned a page.

...

Longbottom House.

The old house has regained its vitality, and the dull tapestries have been cleaned to reveal their original golden red. Almost every few steps, you will see a small Christmas tree with brightly colored ribbons hanging on it.

A round-faced boy is trying to hang a string of small golden balls on the Christmas tree.

"Nal, Naal!" Alice Longbottom called from a distance, "Your Uncle Algie and Auntie Annie are here."

"Come right over, Mom!" Neville responded. He stood on tiptoe and spent more than ten seconds to finally hang the ball on the Christmas tree. A layer of fine beads of sweat had already oozed out of his nose.

When he turned around, Alice was standing behind him, looking at him calmly.

"Mom--" Neville's face flushed. He felt that his performance just now was a bit embarrassing.

At the dining table, a large family of relatives sat together. They celebrated the return of Frank and Alice. Halfway through the meal, Uncle Algie, who had a thin face and a goatee, said loudly: "Good! Very good!" He drank two large glasses of strong liquor in a row, and his face was as red as fire.

He looked at Neville: "Boy, I heard that you have made great progress recently, show me your skills!"

Neville shrank behind Alice shyly, Alice patted his shoulder, Neville stood up, he pulled out his wand, the tip of the wand suddenly flashed red, and a spell flew out.

"Silent spell!" Uncle Algie was startled and almost fell off the chair, "No, Frank, don't help me - I don't have this ability at his age!"

Neville scratched his head and laughed innocently.

...

Muggle world, London villa area.

"Justin, it's eleven o'clock now. When the guests come, remember the excuse we discussed."

"I know." Justin, who has curly hair, said, "The reason why I didn't go to Eton College is because I'm not in good health. I can only hire a tutor and go to a place with fresh air every year to relax... Mom, don't you think this excuse is too lame? Every year when they see me, I'm full of energy."

"Who made our family produce a little wizard? I'm more disappointed than you that he can't go to Eton College, but--" Mrs. Finch-Fletchley blinked mischievously: "After the guests leave, tell me about your school life. I still can't believe that Lockhart is a liar. His books are so good..."

Justin rolled his eyes secretly.

...

Hogwarts, Felix walked out of the office, along the way was the usual gorgeous Christmas decorations, the ribbons woven from holly and mistletoe in the corridor pointed to the hall in the distance, and the armor in the castle was polished to a shine.

He walked into the hall. The four long wooden tables were moved to the wall, leaving only a table in the middle of the room that could accommodate more than a dozen people. Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Snape, Sprout, and Flitwick were all there. Filch even changed into an old tuxedo.

"I hope I'm not late." Felix said with a smile. "

Merry Christmas, Felix. I like the wool socks you gave me. There are twelve colors in total. I can change them." Dumbledore said happily, "We are still waiting for the students to come. They may think it is still the usual time, but it is actually slightly earlier-" "

To kill time, we are taking turns telling jokes. It's Severus' turn."

Felix turned his head to look at Snape. He had a stern face, and his expressionless face was full of resistance.