chsdbacks Chapter 512 Christmas
Chapter 512 Christmas
Chapter 512 Christmas
Xilun and his group didn't stay in the office for long. Just before the first class in the afternoon was about to start, several fifth-grade students hurriedly left.
Before leaving, Harry asked Sirius if he had received an invitation from Mrs. Weasley.
"Of course, I just received Molly's letter this morning," Sirius said. "But if you don't like it, I'll still spend Christmas with you—"
"I'd love to spend Christmas at the Weasleys'," Harry said quickly. "They're all very nice people, and I'm sure you'll like it. I remember you said you like lively gatherings."
"Ah, yes, I did say that," Sirius said.
"That's settled then, we can take the train back together," Harry said with a smile.
"Hurry up, Harry, class starts in five minutes!" Hermione's urging voice came from ahead, and Harry didn't say anything more, turned around and ran away.
The afternoon class was History of Magic, followed by two consecutive Charms classes.
As before, in the History of Magic course, after everyone handed in their assignments, they went about their own business.
After class, they quickly went to the Charms classroom, but with the Christmas dinner approaching, everyone was looking forward to the upcoming holidays and had no mood to study properly.
Professor Flitwick clearly knew this, so instead of teaching any more complex new spells, he led everyone in a review of the spells they had learned before, which were also the most likely to appear in 0.WL.
As get out of class neared its end, time seemed to stretch out in anxious waiting.
When the bell finally rang into the classroom, everyone cheered spontaneously.
Fifth grade is truly terrifying. There are endless new lessons and homework to do. In just the first half of the semester, they used up more parchment and ink than in the entire previous school year.
The Christmas holiday became one of the few opportunities for them to catch their breath.
Although the professors still assigned a lot of homework, a closer look reveals that it was actually about the same as usual.
But during holidays, they don't need to attend classes, which makes things much easier.
People went downstairs chatting and laughing, preparing to go to the auditorium for the Christmas dinner.
As they arrived at the entrance hall, they saw Hagrid dragging a lush fir tree heavily into the castle.
"Do you need any help?" Siren asked.
"Ah, no need," Hagrid said, his fluffy head peeking out from between the branches. "This is the last one. You can go see the auditorium; they did a really good job this year."
"I can attest to that," Harry said quietly.
He risked being strangled by the Pikachu to hang up those colorful ribbons, so of course they look beautiful.
What he didn't know was that the professors had added something new during the class.
A layer of ice crystals that will never melt has appeared on the stair railings and ceiling.
It really snowed in the auditorium. Snowflakes fell from the enchanted ceiling, covering the twelve Christmas trees in a thick layer, but then disappeared little by little when they touched the dining tables.
Among the snowflakes, you can also see golden stars twinkling. They are a group of winged fairies who deliberately select the intact snowflakes and hide them in the students' hair.
The ghosts arrived as well, floating back and forth between the twelve Christmas trees as before, discussing what to do with Peeves.
Peeves will still not be allowed to attend the Christmas dinner this year—that's for sure; if Peeves were to enter the hall, this Christmas dinner would certainly be the most memorable one yet.
But Mischievous Ghost was very unhappy and caused a huge scene in the kitchen.
"Barrow the Blood Man is gone," said Nick, who was almost headless. "Peeves is terrified of him, so he'll be fine."
Barrow the Blood, the ghost of Slytherin. Siren had seen it a few times; it was a gaunt, vacant-eyed creature, wearing a robe stained with silver blood and shackles—it looked menacing.
But in terms of his deeds, Blood Man Barrow is probably the most silent of the ghosts. He won't talk to you unless you take the initiative to speak to him—and even if you do, he won't talk to you.
At the same time, Blood Man Barrow is also the ghost that Peeves fears the most; it's the kind of ghost that will run away as soon as it hears its name.
A dozen minutes later, the professors also entered the Great Hall. Sirius noticed that Dumbledore, the headmaster, was not among them; Professor McGonagall was walking at the front.
Many people noticed this, but the absence of the principal did not dampen everyone's good mood.
As one delicious dish after another appeared on the plates, the atmosphere in the auditorium instantly became lively.
Some might wonder where Dumbledore went, but most people were happily enjoying various delicacies, including Christmas pudding specially made by house-elves.
The snow fell even heavier, but everyone was clean, without a single snowflake in sight, and felt no cold at all.
The dinner ended in a joyful atmosphere.
Led by their class monitors, the students left the auditorium in an orderly fashion and returned to the common room, ready to enjoy one last bit of school life before the holidays.
Nobody thinks about homework at this time, not even fifth graders.
When Celen returned, he arrived a little early and managed to snag a seat near the fireplace. He was currently checking the list of wizards who had recently purchased wands.
There was also a yellowed parchment under the notebook.
He folded the Marauder's Map so that the front side showed Sirius's office and the back side showed the Headmaster's office.
So far, nothing unusual has happened in either place.
Further away, Ron took out his Wizard Chess set, which had been idle for two days, and dominated the common room.
Harry is playing slap-on-the-bomb cards with Neville, while Fred and George are discussing the upcoming opening of the Weasley Wizarding World with a group of Gryffindors of varying ages.
Sheren noticed that there were two first-year students inside. Were they really alright? Hermione's eyes were practically spitting fire.
They simply refused to admit what they were doing, and once they left the school, their status as prefects no longer mattered. This left Hermione with no way to deal with them, and she could only bluster and say that she would tell Mrs. Weasley about it.
She'd been using this tactic too often lately, and it was starting to lose its effectiveness. Fred and George simply let the two first-years leave, nothing more.
This continued until late at night, when the people in the common room reluctantly returned to their respective dormitories.
The fifth-graders, in particular, hadn't enjoyed such leisure time in a long time. If it weren't for the fact that they had to get up early to go to the station the next day, they could have continued playing until the early hours of the morning.