Hermione changed the subject abruptly: "Harry, when are you going to do it?"

"Christmas." Harry thought for a while and quickly came up with an answer. "There won't be many people in school at that time. It will be safer for me to look through the restricted area."

Hermione said with some regret: "Well, I have to go home for Christmas, so it seems I can't help you."

Christmas is a grand festival.

This means that the first half of the school year for the little wizards is completely over. They will have a two-week vacation and will not go back to school until New Year's Day.

The professors asked them to register early.

Most of the young wizards chose to go home. Hogwarts was very interesting, but half a year had passed and they missed home very much.

Of all the first-year wizards in the dormitory, only Harry and Ron stayed.

On Christmas Eve, they took no action.

Harry was dragged away by the Weasley brothers to celebrate. They stole Wood's vodka and got drunk in the dormitory.

the next day.

Harry was woken by Hedwig's peck.

It stood on the pillow and cooed. I hadn't seen it for half a year, and when we met, it kept me busy all night, which made it very unhappy.

The witcher's physique meant that Harry would not suffer from the pain of a hangover, so he prepared to get up and continue exercising - but as soon as he lifted the quilt, he noticed the mountain of gifts piled up at the foot of the bed.

Christmas gift.

It's just that Harry hadn't expected there to be so many.

Ron woke up drowsily, yawned, and waved to Harry: "Merry Christmas, Harry, oh, and Hedwig."

"Why are you up so early?"

Harry got dressed. "I was planning on exercising, but it looks like... I'll have to spend the morning opening presents."

"Exercise, oh, yes..." Ron shuddered and suddenly sobered up a little, "You drank so much yesterday, and you still want to exercise?"

He looked at Harry in surprise.

George and Fred stole two bottles of vodka last night. Harry drank more than one bottle by himself and was drunk unconscious. He grabbed George, pulled down his pants, and made him dance the Four Little Swans.

He was in such a bad state, yet he was fine the next day?

Harry nodded and picked up the top gift, wrapped in brown paper. It was from Hagrid, a rough bone flute, which reminded Harry of his horse. He liked this gift very much.

Aunt Petunia's family also sent a gift, a fifty-pence coin, which Ron was very interested in.

There was also a bright green hand-knitted sweater from Ron's mother, which came with a box of lactose.

He likes the sweater very much, but the color...

"It would be better if it was red." Harry put the sweater aside. "Green always reminds me of bad things."

Ron nodded in agreement, thinking of Slytherin.

Hermione brought a portion of chocolate, as well as various magical candies from the other little Gryffindor lions.

Professors also sent Harry gifts.

Professor McGonagall arrives with two copies of the Transfiguration Notes - one for herself, and one for Harry's father.

Professor Sprout sent some plant seeds with planting instructions, and Professor Flitwick sent a wand care kit.

And Snape -

Ron looked at the brown paper packaging and the words on it, and a gloomy atmosphere hit him, as well as the most eye-catching signature: "Professor Snape actually gave you a gift?"

Harry weighed it in his hand. It was not heavy. "Guess what it is."

"A poison that turns you blind?" Ron shuddered. "Or a potion that disfigures you?"

"Didn't you say that Professor Snape always wanted you to do this?"

Harry said nothing as he tore open the package. Inside was a box with a price tag on it: "Nine pounds fifteen pence."

"What is this?" Ron looked confused.

Harry opened the box and found a pair of brand new sunglasses - he had never worn glasses since he returned to this world.

"Sunglasses." Harry explained, "A kind of decoration in the world of ordinary people."

"Why would you send something like this?" Ron continued to wonder.

Harry put it on. "It covers my eyes and my face."

Snape chose the largest frame type, which was larger than his fist and almost covered half of Harry's face behind the sunglasses.

"I can't really tell what you look like anymore." Ron nodded.

Harry tossed it aside.

He didn't like this kind of thing. Although the demon hunter had good eyesight and could see in the dark, it didn't mean that he could find trouble with himself for no reason.

I spent the whole morning opening the presents.

Until noon.

The dormitory door was pushed open, and George and Fred walked in, supporting each other, their faces pale and their limbs weak: "Harry, Harry, are you okay?"

Their greeting was interrupted when they saw Harry, with a rosy face, standing in front of the mirror, trying on a new sweater. This made them startled and stop at the door.

George rubbed his eyes.

"I'm fine, what's wrong?" Harry turned and looked at them, "Thank Mrs. Weasley for me, her craftsmanship is very good, and it's very comfortable to wear."

Fred muttered, "Why would you be okay?"

George chimed in: "You drank more last night than both of us combined!"

"It's not that you drank too much, it's that you can't drink enough." Harry walked over and patted them on the back. "It's less than a bottle, and you're about to vomit."

"That's vodka, Polish vodka, 45% proof!" George clenched his fists, but he didn't even have that much strength now.

Harry looked at them with pity: "Okay, now hurry to the Great Hall. There will be a banquet at noon. Remember to fill your stomach. An empty stomach hurts your stomach."

George and Fred whined.

They have no appetite to eat now, they just want to vomit out everything in their stomachs.

Not many people stayed on campus for Christmas, but the food was still luxurious.

Just as Harry filled a plate with German and French food, Snape came quickly, his robes swung, and came to Harry, slamming the table: "Potter!"

Harry glanced at him and gave him a gentle smile: "Merry Christmas, Professor Snape, what can I do for you?"

Snape frowned, obviously a little disgusted by Harry's expression: "Potter, what do you mean!"

"A Christmas present, my dear professor." Harry said calmly, "This is my most sincere blessing to you."

"Really?" Snape sneered.

Harry asked back, "Don't you like it?"

Snape waved his hand: "I hope you will like the gift I give you."

"To be honest, I don't like it very much." Harry made a small gesture, "That thing affects my vision."

Snape sneered, "But it will cover your face and eyes, so you don't look as stupid as a troll."

"But I'm very happy." Harry changed the subject, although his face was calm and he didn't show any happiness, "The professor still remembered me for Christmas."

Snape felt a lump in his throat at these words, and his expression became even more distorted. "Really? I really hope that by the end of the semester, you can still be as happy as you are now."

Snape gripped his wand tightly, resisted the urge to cast a spell on Harry, and turned away.

Wait until his figure disappears in the hall.

Ron dared to lift his head from the plate: "Harry, what did you do to Professor Snape? Why is he so angry?"

"I don't know either, I just gave him a Christmas present." Harry was also a little confused.

He had no idea why Snape was angry.

He chose the gift very carefully.

"Most people wouldn't have that kind of expression when they receive a decent gift." George leaned forward. Even though he was hungover, he couldn't stop his mischievous heart. "What did you give him, a toilet seat?"

"No, no, no, I guess it's bat droppings." Fred immediately rejected George's idea.

Harry took a bite of steak. "It's a shampoo product. The kind that's good for removing oil."

George and Fred were stunned.

"No wonder Professor Snape is so angry." Ron held his breath and his voice became several degrees lower.

George gave a thumbs up, "We've never admired a person so much when it comes to pranks. How dare you give Professor Snape something like that."

Harry shook his head and frowned. "That kind of thing?"

"Thank God, the gift you gave us was normal." Fred gestured to his chest.

George immediately clapped his hands: "Hey, we are wizards."

"But today is Christmas!" Fred said confidently, "The atmosphere is here, no problem!"

In the afternoon Harry made up for the exercise he had missed in the morning.

Ron and George had a snowball fight - while his two brothers were in a bad mood, he had to pay back the bullying he had suffered in the past few years.

Then……

He was made into a snowman.

Even if George and Fred were hungover, they were still third-year wizards and they knew how to use magic.

When the evening came, Ron looked anxious.

He looked at the time almost every ten minutes, looking forward to the curfew. When the alarm rang at 11 o'clock in the evening, Ron jumped out of bed impatiently: "Harry, hurry up, take out the invisibility cloak."

He had been looking forward to this moment.

Harry dug out the box that Dumbledore had given him from his suitcase. He hadn't used the invisibility cloak since he got it, and there was no need to use it in a safe place like Hogwarts.

The cloak was very large, more than enough to cover the two little wizards.

After making sure their figures were hidden in the mirror, they tiptoed out of the lounge. The Fat Lady grumbled to herself that this strange situation made her feel like she had gone back more than ten years.

The library is quiet.

Madam Pince had gone back to rest long ago, and they made their way to the restricted area without any hindrance.

"Lumos." Harry waved his wand and a faint light came on.

They looked at the book covers one by one.

Some book titles that looked very attractive, such as "Powerful Magic", made Ron want to take them out and read them. Perhaps by learning a powerful spell, he would be able to rebel against his two brothers.

Harry slapped his hand down.

They were just browsing through a bookshelf when Harry suddenly looked up, pointed his wand, and looked behind him.