In the next few days, the little wizards were very keen to discuss the endless and imaginative plots of the movies, and they also commented on the professors in the school. First and second grade students often looked at the seniors with envious expressions, and said sourly that the curse class professor Frieve was also very good and allowed them to play games in the last class of the semester.

"That's really good, especially when compared to other professors..." Semo said angrily, while driving his potion homework, his eyes turned red, as if he hadn't had a good sleep.

Even if the young wizards still had a little expectation for the serious Professor McGonagall, they would not unrealistically think that Snape would allow students to clamor in his class. In fact, he simply put the steps to test the antidote on the last day before the holiday, which made the young wizards tremble and dare not slacken.

Neville sat in an empty chair next to Semo and told him some tips.

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

"I didn't keep a toad, you know, Neville."

Dean Thomas, who was standing by, snickered and said, "He just told his worries." He handed Semo a small biscuit, Semo opened his mouth and bitten the half, chewed it viciously, and then continued to write his paper. At this moment, he suddenly grew a feather.

Dean sneered: "Fred and George's canary biscuits can be bought with only seven silver skeles." He put the remaining half into his mouth, so Neville found him sitting among two huge canaries. He looked around and couldn't use his eyes.

The people in the lounge looked at them, and Neville was uncomfortable. He embarrassedly picked up a piece of egg and custard cookie and stuffed it into his mouth—

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

...

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

It was snowing outside, and Felix and Sniff Valen were nestled on the sofa and played crackling and explosion cards. Valen had to change his game, so he watched it and put up cards with his short hands, "Are you building a nest for yourself?" he asked curiously.

The sniffing hand shook, and the cards ignited Mars as if they were receiving instructions.

Felix reached out and sat back on the sofa with it in his arms. With a "bang", he sniffed and stared at the rising mushroom-shaped black smoke.

"It seems you have learned a lot," he said to Valen.

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

"Tomorrow is Christmas." Felix said to himself, "I guess a large number of readers will greet you next, so I have to hurry up and write a reply." He looked at the corner of the wall, where there were a hill-like preparation of gifts.

Valen watched Felix take off the packages and letters from the owls and provide food and water for these long-distance visitors to rest. Then the owls flew away one after another, leaving only a few wandering around.

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

"let me see……"

He opened a letter, and after reading it, he took out a quill and parchment and replied quickly—

"Mr. Seris, I am very happy to hear from you. I have studied the scales of the Armenian Secret Snake you sent and expressed great interest in the Secret Snake on it. It is 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 inspection on the Iranian Plateau."

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

Then there is the second reply:

"Ms. Meg, Merry Christmas... No, I don't have a new book plan at the moment. I should have a booklet about magic texts. I'm not sure about the specific content... Also, I don't think it's a good idea to print my photos on the cover, but thank you for your suggestions."

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

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

Felix put a spell on the parchment and hung the letter paper on the big reddish-brown bird. "Go and go back to your master." He said with a smile.

In the next day, he seemed busy—

"Ms. Jane, thank you for your support. I'm not sure if you can receive this letter. Those owls have never found you and have returned them all. Maybe your identity has some problems and needs to be kept confidential, and I understand it very much. The black market has been in full swing recently. As far as I know, the Ministry of Magic is cracking down on illegal potions, which may be related to a batch of outflow of wolf poison potions..."

"Mr. Vera, your granddaughter is doing very well. I am ready to raise her salary. You will be absolutely sure that you will be able to join the Ancient Magical Arts Association. I believe that in two or three years, Cremy's income will exceed yours, and if you think about it, you will find that what she is doing now is more meaningful, Mr. Vice President."

...

During the reply, Yuria Edmund, Bethny Bach and Byers Bach came to visit. Byers walked at the end with three big boxes in his arms.

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

Yuria explained with a smile: "Byers insisted on holding him, and Bethni wanted to help him get it, but he didn't want to."

Byers looked at him with some shame and annoyance, then he stammered: "Professor Happ, has Valen learned a few words?"

"It's rare... I probably can't communicate with you yet. You can play crackling and explosion cards. It's very good at traditional gameplay," Felix said.

Byers stared at the scattered explosion cards on the table in a daze, "This, uh... Valen is so smart."

Felix and Yuria, Bethnie sat on the sofa, and he took out honey tea to entertain the two: "Yuria, today you wouldn't want to talk about some obscure magic and non-magic debates in front of Bethnie, right?"

"Of course not, mainly because Bethni wants to visit you and bring gifts by the way." Yuria said that he has been here many times recently, especially on the surface, he has lost his wand, and the training of the Warriors cannot be found on him, and he is relatively leisurely on weekdays.

When he is fine, he will go to Felix's office to discuss some views of the magical world and the non-magical world, and both of them will be helpful.

As he chatted, Yuria mentioned Byers. He pointed his chin in the direction of Byers and said, "He is now the captain of the Warriors."

"That Grevis..."

Yuria shook her head, "His mentality is not suitable for being a captain." He said of what had just happened, "We came to catch up with a very interesting scene. The warrior of Busbaton - the one named Dragur, tried to invite your warrior, but he already had a dance partner."

"Is it Cedric Digory?" Felix thought for a while.
Chapter completed!