The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

The previous chapter was posted to the wrong chapter (sorry). Chapter 149 was accidentally posted to the third volume. I have already contacted the editor. It should be corrected tomorrow. If you want to read the previous chapter, please open the table of contents and scroll up to the end of volume three.

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Chocolate, like scarves, is all about emotion and no skills. It's obvious that Hermione tried to decorate some of the chocolates, but failed.

Tom wanted to pick one up and try it, but he was reluctant to part with it. He closed the box, holding the chocolate in his left hand and the scarf in his right hand, and smiled silly.

After Tom's mood gradually calmed down, he began to look through other gifts. Dumbledore gave him a pair of wool socks as usual. The Grangers gave him a set of dental care tools, including an electric toothbrush. Unfortunately, this electronic device cannot be used at Hogwarts.

Tom didn't receive many gifts, and after opening these three, the pile bottomed out. Under the mouthguards of Mr. and Mrs. Granger, there was a new prank product sent by Fred and George, which also contained many small desserts made by Mrs. Weasley.

After collecting the gifts, Tom took the gifts he had prepared and left the bedroom to find Hermione.

At this time, she was sitting at the dining table sleepily, with a cup of hot chocolate in front of her.

"Merry Christmas!" Tom thrust a small wrapped box into Hermione's hand.

"What is this?" Hermione lowered her head and fiddled with the ribbon on the box, "Are you satisfied with what I gave you?"

"It feels nice, but isn't it said that Christmas gifts are delivered by Santa Claus stuffed in his stocking? If you could follow the tradition and hand the gift to me stuffed in your own stocking, I would be happier."

"Oh my god, mom and dad are at home, can you restrain yourself!" Hermione's hand shook, and the ribbon that was about to be untied turned into a deadlock.

Hermione:o(≧口≦)o

She sat there angrily, gritted her teeth and opened the ribbon bit by bit, and then opened the gift box packaging. A pair of black silk gloves were lying there quietly.

Hermione took out the gloves and found that they were not short gloves, but long gloves that could wrap around the forearm.

The black on the fingertips is slightly lighter and appears more transparent, and a black flower is embroidered on the back of the hand, making the back of the hand darker than the fingers. It's all black, but it gives people a layered feel. Even better, the floral lines are simple, making the glove look sophisticated but not cumbersome.

Hermione tried to put on a glove. The texture of the glove was so fine and silky that Hermione's hands and arms almost slipped into it. After she put it on, the gloves shrank slightly and fit her arms tightly, making her arms look slimmer, and the black fingertips also made her fingers look longer.

"It's very beautiful." Hermione stretched out her hand in front of her and took a good look at it.

She quickly calmed down her emotions, took off her gloves, folded them and put them back in the box. She didn't want her father to see the gift Tom gave her, which would cause trouble in her life.

After a while, Mrs. Granger came out and placed several plates on the dining table. This is her carefully prepared breakfast.

Bacon, fried eggs, sausages, buttered bread and milk, a very classic English breakfast.

"You guys should eat first. Something happened at the clinic and he rushed to deal with it." Mrs. Granger explained patiently.

It turns out that the door of the Grangers' clinic was knocked down by a drunkard last night. After the accident, the drunkard not only did not get out of the car, he also increased the accelerator and rushed into the clinic, making a mess inside.

Mr. Granger, who received a call from the traffic police in the morning, had already rushed to the scene of the accident, leaving Mrs. Granger at home to take care of the children.

Tom's plan was suddenly disrupted. According to the original plan, he was to wait for the Grangers and his wife to arrive before giving them the gifts he had prepared. However, unexpectedly, Mr. Granger went to the clinic early in the morning.

He hesitated for a moment and decided to go ahead with the plan and give out the gifts - he couldn't just go to the house for Christmas and not prepare any gifts at all!

So he took out the second gift box and handed it to Mrs. Granger.

"Thank you!" Mrs. Granger opened the gift box with great expectation and found a strange-looking clock inside. Fortunately, there is no taboo about "giving clocks" in the UK, otherwise Tom would be kicked out of the Granger house.

The shape of this clock is very strange. Although there are three strange-shaped hands on it, they are not the hour, minute, and second hands of a traditional clock, but three magical gold hands. Each needle was engraved with the names of the Granger family members: Mr. Granger, Granger, and Hermione.

There are no numbers on the clock face. Instead, the place or state where each family member may be is written, with words like "home," "school," "company," and "on the road." At twelve o'clock on an ordinary clock, it says "fatal danger".

When Tom customized this clock, he once wanted to add his own name to it with private goods, but he thought about it for a long time and finally gave up. After all, this is the Granger clock, and the clock is a member of the Granger family, but I am not yet! It was too abrupt to add it rashly.

At this time, Hermione and Mrs. Granger's hands were pointing at "home", while Mr. Granger was at "company". He Ma took one look and roughly understood the purpose of this clock.

She couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise: "It's amazing! It's really hard for me to imagine how it works - does it need to be charged?"

Of course, the tools in the magical world don't need to be charged, they run on magic support. Once the magic power is exhausted, it will stop functioning until a wizard recharges it.

He's mother happily hung the clock on the wall in the most conspicuous place in the living room.

After she hung up the clock, the needle representing Mr. Granger jumped from "company" to "road." Less than half an hour later, there was a familiar sound of a car engine outside the window - Granger Mr. Jay is home.

The pointer jumped to "home", and the next moment, Mr. Granger, who looked tired, pushed open the door and slumped in the seat. Mrs. Granger thoughtfully brought him a cup of hot chocolate.

He hurriedly drank it down, and the tired look on his face was relieved.

"Damn it!" He cursed, "The whole clinic was in a mess, and the dignified Foreign Minister actually drove drunk on Christmas Eve! Fortunately, the things in the clinic are insured - but next year's premiums will also soar!"

"It doesn't matter, just let the minister pay the compensation." Mother He placed a plate of breakfast on the table and comforted Mr. Granger softly.

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