Vol 2 Chapter 906: Christmas

Sirius and Lupin gave Harry an excellent set of books, titled Examples of Defense Magic and Defense Against Dark Arts. They have gorgeous covers and colorful activity diagrams of all the magic and magical objects described in them. Harry eagerly opened the first volume and planned to have high practical value.
　　 Fanlin gave a cloak. The pattern hidden under the black looks very beautiful. It was produced by Mr. Al. There is no doubt that this is a Muggle style. The wizard is not interested in making such a thing.
　　 Hagrid gave a wallet made of brown fur with teeth, presumably to prevent it from being stolen, but unfortunately, in this way, Harry couldn't put money in without tearing his fingers.
　　 Thomas’ gift was a small model of Quidditch activity. He watched it fly around the room, praying in his heart that he would still have a complete Quidditch heart.
　　 Ron gave him a huge everyfvourbeas box. The Weasleys gave away their knitted coats and crumbled pies as usual. Dobby sent a so terrible portrait that Harry wondered if it was Dobby's authentic. He held it upside down and looked it upside down to find out how it looked pleasing to the eye.
　　 At this moment, with a loud popping sound, Fred and George appeared at the foot of his bed.
　　 "Merry Christmas," Fred said, "Don't go downstairs often."
　　 "Why" Ron asked.
　　 "Mom is yelling again," Fred said loudly, "Percy returned the Christmas coat he received to mom."
　　 "There was no text message," George added. "There was no greeting to Dad, nor did we go to see him or do anything else. We tried to comfort her and told her that Percy was nothing but a huge pile of rat dung."
　　 Fred said as he walked around the bed to see the portrait in Harry's hand.
　　 "But that's useless," George said, putting a chocolate frog into his mouth, "so Lupin is comforting him now. It's better that he can get her to refresh herself before we go downstairs for breakfast."
　　 "Anyway, tell me what it is." Fred asked Harry, squinting at Dobby's painting, "It looks like a gibbon with black eyes."
　　 "That's the back of Harry looking at the painting," George said. "It says on the back."
　　 "It's so alike" Fred laughed, and Harry threw away his new homework notebook very tired. But it only hit the wall and bounced to the ground, and then lay there and said happily, "If you will add a point on i, and you will cross on t, then you can do whatever you want." They wear Putting on the clothes and got up from the bed, "However, I hope that Dobby gave Fanlin this thing."
"Oh, that seems to disappoint you, Dobby knows what he wants." Fred said, "Some precious wild herbs, I saw when I got up in the morning, but Dobby gave it to his girl The owner's looks like this too, that looks even worse."
　　 "You mean Hermione"
　　 "Yes" everyone suddenly laughed.
When 　　 went downstairs, they could hear the occupants in the room wishing "Merry Christmas" to each other.
　　 When they went downstairs, they met Hermione and Fanlin going downstairs.
　　 This makes everyone look at Hermione weirdly, everyone is looking forward to Dobby's portrait of Hermione, it must be very interesting.
　　 "Thank you for sending me the book, Harry." Hermione said happily, "I wanted that ethey and Ron for a long time, thank you for sending me that unique perfume."
　　 "Small." Ron said. He nodded to the wrapped gift in her hand and asked, "Who is it for?"
　　 Hermione's face was happy.
　　 "It's better not the clothes" Ron warned her, "Do you know what Sirius said? He said Kreacher knows too much, we can't release him"
"That's not clothing," Hermione said. "Although I would like to give him something to replace the dirty old socks he wore. But it's just a quilt patched up with rags. I think it will Make his bedroom look more beautiful."
　　 When they passed the portrait of Sirius’ mother, Harry lowered his voice and said, "What bedroom?"
"Yes, Sirius said that it's not like a bedroom, but more like a cave." Fanlin said slowly, "He is obviously sleeping under a pot in the cupboard outside the kitchen. The two of us are planning to Where to go."
　　 When they reached the basement, Mrs. Weasley was the only one inside. She was standing in front of the stove, and when she said "Merry Christmas" to them, her voice sounded like she had a bad cold. They all averted their gaze and looked away.
　　 Harry walked to a dirty door on the diagonal of the pantry and asked, "So, this is Kreacher’s bedroom."
　　 "Yes," Hermione, a little nervous in her voice, "Well, I think we better knock on the door first."
　　 Ron tapped the door with his knuckles, but there was no sound inside.
　　 "He must be walking upstairs quietly," he said, and then opened the door without thinking.
　　 Fanlin peeped inside, then frowned, and saw that most of the cupboard was used to hold an old-fashioned pot, and Kreacher made something like a bird's nest for himself under the tube in the lower part of the cupboard. Rags and foul-smelling blankets were piled up on the floor in a disorderly manner. From the small depression in the middle, one could tell that Kreacher slept there curled up every night.
　　 On those things, there are many crumbs of aged bread and moldy cheese everywhere. In the far corner, some small objects and coins were shining, and Harry guessed that they belonged to Kreacher's collection.
Among them are the silver photo frames that Sirius threw away when he cleaned the house and even recovered the silver photo frames with family member photos that Sirius threw away at the end of summer. The glass of the frame may have been broken, but the black and white people in the photos are still arrogantly Looking at him, there was a movement in his heart in the photo. He had seen the dark, hated woman Bellatrix Lestrange in Dumbledore's memory.
　　 It seems that Kreacher’s photo is Kreacher’s favorite. He placed it in front of all other photos and clumsily patched the glass on the frame with magic.
　　 Fanlin walked in first and stared at Kreacher’s room. There were too many things in his room, and it was messy, maybe
　　 Kreacher was not here at all, and no one knew where he went.
"I think I'll just leave the gift here." Hermione put the parcel in the depression between the rag and the blanket, then pulled Van Lin and closed the door gently. "Later, he will see Its, that's good."
　　 After they closed the door, Sirius suddenly appeared in front of the cabinet carrying a turkey. "Think about it, who has seen Kreacher recently"
　　 "I haven't seen him since we came back that night," Harry said, "You order him to leave the kitchen."
　　 "Yes," Sirius frowned, "I also think that was the last time I saw him. He must be hiding somewhere upstairs."
　　 "Couldn't he have left here?" Harry said, "I mean, when you say it, will he think you are telling him to leave this room"
　　 "No, no, unless they get the clothes, the house elves can't leave the house. They are one with the family house to which they belong." Sirius said.
"If they really want to leave, they can leave." Harry objected. "Dobby did. He left Malfoy Manor two years ago to warn me. After that, he must punish himself, but he still I did it."
Sirius looked a little flustered for a while, and then he said, "I will look for him later, I hope I will find him upstairs crying in my mother's old bloomers or something. Of course, he It’s also possible to crawl into the cupboard that is drying and die. But I will not give up hope."
　　Fred, George, and Ron all laughed; but Hermione was serious.
　　 After eating Christmas lunch, the Weasleys, Harry, Fanlin, and Hermione began planning to visit Mr. Weasley under the of Mad Eye and Lupin.
　　 Because the subway was not open on Christmas Day, Moody "borrowed" a car. Not everyone can Apparate, especially when Harry is underage.
　　 When Moody arrived, it was just in time for the Christmas pudding to be served. Harry suspected that the car was "borrowed" without the owner's consent.
　　 This car has been cursed with magnification like the old Weasley’s old Ford. Although it looks like an ordinary car on the outside, it actually allows ten people plus a Moody as the driver to sit comfortably. Mrs. Weasley hesitated before entering the car. Everyone knew that she did not approve of traveling by magic.
　　 But in the end, she couldn't help the cold outside and the persuasion of her children, and finally entered the back seat and sat down gracefully between Fred and Ginny. Because there were very few vehicles on the road, it took them a short time to reach the St. Mungo Magic Hospital.
　　 Very few wizards and wizards are quietly passing a deserted path to the hospital. Fanlin walked out of the car wearing Muggle clothes, and Moody drove the car around the corner to wait for them to return.
　　 They walked idly towards a window with a doll on the green nylon shelf. Then they crossed the grass one by one. The reception area looks full of festive and festive colors illuminating St. Mungo’s crystal are painted in red and gold. Vibrant Christmas baubles can be seen everywhere, with holly trees and gorgeous Christmas trees hanging at each door Covered by magically transformed snow, icicles are shining in every corner, and each icicle has a shining gold star on top.
　　 It's not as crowded as it was when they came last time. Although halfway through the room, Harry found himself being pushed aside by a wizard who plugged his left nostril with a seedless mandarin.
　　 "The whole family came together, didn't you?" The blond witch behind the table asked with a smirk, "This is the third time I have seen this situation today. Damage spell, fourth floor."
　　 They saw Mr. Weasley leaning on the bed, with his leftover turkey dinner on the plate on his lap, looking shy. After they greeted Mr. Weasley in turn and handed over their gifts, Mrs. Weasley asked, "All is well, Arthur"
　　 "Very good, very good." Mr. Weasley replied hurriedly, his attitude seemed a bit over-zealous, "Well, you haven't seen it yet, have you?"
　　 "Not yet, what" Mr. Weasley asked suspiciously, "Why do you ask?"
　　 "Nothing, nothing." Mrs. Weasley hesitated, but finally gave up.
　　 Mr. Weasley said happily, and began to open the pile of gifts he received, "Well, how are you guys, what kind of Christmas gifts have you all gotten, Harry, this is great"
　　 As soon as he opened the metal fuse and screwdriver Harry gave him, he screamed happily. Mrs. Weasley didn't seem to be satisfied with his husband's answer. When Mr. Weasley leaned over to shake hands with Harry, she secretly observed the bandage under his husband's pajamas.
　　 "Arthur," she said, "you changed your bandage, why did you change your bandage a day ago and they told me they won't change it for you until tomorrow."
　　 "What?" Mr. Weasley looked panicked and pulled the sheet up to his chest, "No, no, it's nothing, this" he seemed to shrink under the sharp gaze of Mrs. Weasley. "Okay, don't be angry, Molly, but he has an idea. You know, he is a novice, a cute little guy, he is very interested in um-assisted therapy, which is actually some old Muggle treatments This kind of treatment is called suturing, Molly, and this method is very useful for Muggle wounds."
　　 Mrs. Weasley made a strange noise between screaming and roaring, Lupin walked away from the bed and walked towards the unattended werewolf who was watching the crowd around Weasley with a wistful expression.
　　 Sirius grumbled about something like a cup of tea, Fred and George jumped over to accompany him and laughed happily.
"Are you trying to tell me that you let him play with you with Muggle treatments?" Mrs. Weasley's voice grew louder and louder, without noticing that the visitors with her were rushing to protect themselves. Ran away.
"It's not just messing around, dear Molly," Mr. Weasley showed a begging look~EbookFREE.me~ It's just, it's just an attempt he and I want to make, but unfortunately, uh For these special wounds, it doesn’t seem as useful as we thought. "
　　 "What's the matter?"
　　 "Okay, okay, I don't know if you know, um, if you know what stitches are."
"It sounds like you have been trying to sew your skin back together, but Fanlin has helped you heal as much as possible." Mrs. Weasley sneered from her nostrils. "But Arthur, even you, Nor can it be stupid to this extent."
　　 "I want to have a cup of tea too," Harry said, jumping aside. Hermione, Fanlin, and Ginny almost bounced toward the door with him. When the door closed behind them, they heard Mrs. Weasley's roar, "What do you mean by regular thinking?"
　　 When they left the corridor, Ginny shook her head and said, ""Typical strict wife control. "
　　 "What is the suture"
　　 "Well, you know, they are very effective for non-magical trauma," Hermione said justly.
　　 "It's just that the wounds of vampires will leave toxins. These silk threads can't support it at all. Perhaps they can be replaced by dragon tendons, but where is the tea room?" Fanlin said quickly.
　　 "Fifth floor." Harry said, he still remembered the sign on the welcome witch table.
　　 They walked along the corridor, through a group of double doors, and found a rickety staircase, on which there were more portraits of doctors of the rivers and lakes, many of which looked like wild animals. When they went up the stairs, doctors from the rivers and lakes greeted them one after another, claiming that they were suffering from strange diseases and offering terrible prescriptions.