Chapter 587 Preparation for the Dance

Fan Lin had many gifts. In fact, part of the reason why Dobby came to Fan Lin's bedside so early was to deliver Christmas gifts to Fan Lin.

Mr. Al's gift was some Muggle supplies, but they were of little use at Hogwarts.

Of course, there are still some admirers. These are all created by the Daily Prophet, which publicizes Fanlin's deeds to hide the mistakes of the Ministry of Magic.

The only advantage is that Fanlin can receive a lot of gifts.

In the end, Harry had to come over with Ron to help Fanlin open gifts.

Of course, this requires magic filtering.

Who knows who actually put the love potion in the envelope. If something unexpected happened at this moment, Fan Lin would definitely not be able to take it and walk away.

Hermione would never let him go, just like after marriage...

No matter what, Fanlin still found the one that belonged to Hermione among a lot of gifts.

It's a hand-knitted sweater. Although it doesn't have Mrs. Weasley's craftsmanship, it can be seen that the girl is very attentive.

The crooked threads were also cut off by the girl one by one, and the initials of Fan Lin and Hermione were displayed on it with golden and red threads.

In fact, Hermione still has a lot of insights into design, the interweaving of A and G.

Anyway, this is the best gift Fanlin has ever received.

Fan Lin didn't hesitate and put the sweater on himself.

The girl must have been preparing for a long time to knit this sweater. Fan Lin could even feel the residual warmth in the girl's palms.

This is of course an illusion, but it feels really great.

Feeling more fulfilled than ever before, Fanlin felt that nothing could trouble him now.

"Let's go down." Fan Lin said excitedly.

"What about these gifts?" Harry said, opening the package. "This is a Quidditch model, the match between Ireland and Switzerland."

"Oh, I gave them to you, Harry, but now I think I should put them down."

"Oh, thank you, but..."

"It's nothing, Harry." Fan Lin said, "I have already seen what I want to see, and the rest can be left to Dobby."

"What do you want to do?" Harry looked at Fan Lin in confusion.

"It's snowing, Harry, shouldn't we go out and relax?"

"Relax?"

"Anyway, let's go." Fan Lin waved his hand, and the cleaning spell immediately acted on these gifts.

Arranged neatly along the wall, it doesn't look so messy.

Fan Lin went downstairs excitedly, and Hermione and Ginny were waiting for them in the lounge.

Fan Lin chuckled. He didn't wear a coat, just to expose the sweater.

Hermione naturally noticed this, and no matter what, the girl was very happy.

She was originally quite afraid of her own craftsmanship, but no one would feel unnatural when it came to Fan Lin.

In fact, the morning time is not suitable for outdoor activities, and the little wizards who have just climbed out of the warm bed are not so willing to go directly into the snow.

Since no one wanted to go out in the morning, naturally, the job of opening gifts did not fall on Dobby.

They spent most of the morning in Gryffindor Tower, where everyone was opening presents, and then returned to the Great Hall for a hearty lunch, which at least included turkey and Yule cloth, and a whole bunch of Cabbage and amazing cookies.

By afternoon, when they were outside, the snow was untrodden, save for a few deep gullies made by Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students on their way to the castle.

This is a project that Fanlin has planned for a long time.

With such thick snow, there is no way to have a hearty snowball fight.

The grouping is very clear, two girls team up, and then three boys fight randomly.

This is an unfair fight.

There was no way Fanlin could just watch Hermione get beaten, and Hermione...

Well, Hermione cooperated and gave Fan Lin a few snowballs.

Suddenly, the scene became serious.

Fanlin's power was simply too powerful for Harry and Ron to withstand.

He and Ron had just thrown out two fist-sized snowballs, and then Fan Lin responded with a geometric increase.

"Fanlin Al, if you are using magic, I won't be polite." Harry shouted.

Fan Lin kept arguing that he did not use magic, but Harry saw a snowball the size of a human head flying out of Fan Lin's hand.

The snowball in Fan Lin's hand a few seconds ago was not that big, and have you ever seen a snowball that looked like a tracking missile?

Harry would never forget the thrill of being knocked down a hill by a snowball falling from the sky.

The scene changed instantly. Hermione and Ginny wisely stepped aside. They did not bring their wands.

Luckily Harry and Ron had wands with them. Moreover, they did not hide it at all.

Line after line of snow rushed directly towards Fan Lin.

This is not a duel between wizards... Naturally, Fan Lin will not use any other means.

The outcome is self-evident. In the end, Harry knocked Fanlin down, and then...then Hermione fished him out.

Such a scene naturally involves Fred and George, and the end result is that no one is allowed to use magic.

At this time, Fan Lin could only hide behind Hermione and tremble.

By five o'clock the two girls said they were going back upstairs to get ready for the dance.

"What, you need three hours to prepare?" Ron looked at her in disbelief and said, but did not notice that at this time, George threw a big snowball, and Ron's head was hit hard.

"When are we going to call you?" Ron shouted to Hermione, but she just waved and disappeared at the end of the stone stairs leading to the castle.

There will be no tea party this Christmas because there will be a feast at the ball tonight.

At seven o'clock, it was difficult for everyone to see each other clearly, and others asked them to stop the snow fight, and then a large group returned to the lounge. The Fat Lady posed with his fat body and sat by the stairs with his friend Willy. Everyone was very drunk, and empty bottles of chocolate liqueur were piled in a mess under her portrait.

"That's how wild beasts fight." When everyone said the command.

Fanlin, Harry, Ron, Seamus, and Neville changed into formal clothes in their rooms.

Everyone looked very confident, but far less than Ron. He was facing a long mirror in a corner and carefully observed himself in the mirror. The expression on his face was frightening. No one noticed that his dress actually looked more like a skirt. In order to make his clothes stand out even more. To enhance his masculinity, he sprayed a Slim perfume on his collar and cuffs, which worked well. At least he didn't have to wear a tie. Although he did this elegant thing, the edges of his clothes were still very tattered. Frustrated. (To be continued)