Harry Potter: Wizards Supersmacy

Chapter -14.

Throughout the Christmas holiday, the whole school was enveloped in a festive spirit.

Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick adorned the auditorium splendidly.

Brian felt a bit out of place in the vibrant atmosphere surrounding him; each night he attempted to locate the Mirror of Erised.

He couldn't recall the mirror's location; he only remembered that in the original tale, Harry dashed out of the library and ultimately discovered the classroom where the mirror was situated.

He could only search around the library for a few days but failed to find the mirror.

He speculated that perhaps Dumbledore hadn't set up the mirror yet since Harry hadn't yet received the invisibility cloak and roamed around wearing it.

Clearly, this was part of Dumbledore's training plan for a savior.

Brian relished sitting in front of the cozy fireplace in the Slytherin common room, perusing books borrowed from the library, enjoying the peaceful solitude of the moment.

And thus, Christmas came.

On Christmas morning, Brian awoke in his bed.

He was the only one remaining in the dormitory, making it feel rather empty. Malfoy and the others had all gone home.

At the foot of his bed lay a stack of wrapped gifts, all of which were his Christmas presents.

Brian glanced at the packages on the floor and smiled faintly; this was his first experience receiving holiday gifts, and it felt delightful. He first dressed and then began to unwrap his gifts one by one.

Malfoy gifted him a set of very elaborate wizard chess, with pieces that moved and shouted, and the wands in the pieces emitted colorful sparks.

Crabbe and Goyle had the same thought; each of them presented him with a large bag of assorted candies.

In fact, Brian had also given them candy.

Daphne gifted him a very fashionable brooch featuring the Slytherin emblem that changed colors and shapes.

There was also a present from Hermione; she sent him a large package containing a complete set of Muggle junior high textbooks. The little witch had been attempting to alter the negative perception that his pure-blood wizard family had towards Muggles.

His mother, Mrs. Walket, sent him a warm green pajama set, simple yet stylish; her taste was always impeccable.

Most puzzling was his father, Mr. Walker, who sent Brian two books: "How to Acquire Wealth and Power" and "Pure-Blood Glory."

"But are these books appropriate for a child of this age?" Brian said in disbelief. Perhaps Mr. Walker was merely supporting a friend's publication.

As for Brian, he also prepared various gifts for his friends.

He gave Malfoy a model of his favorite Quidditch team, with all the player figurines dressed in team uniforms, flying around on brooms in the model.

He presented Daphne with a lovely bow, hoping his taste wasn't too awful.

At the same time, he gifted Hermione a meticulously organized book that contained some potion improvement methods and little-known facts about magic that were often misunderstood.

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The Christmas feast at Hogwarts was exceptionally festive.

The venue was adorned with magnificent Christmas decorations, and instead of four long tables, there was one long wide table along with the teachers' main guest seats.

Everyone gathered around a long table filled with an abundance of food, which, at least in appearance, looked extremely lavish.

On the table were also piles of colorful party poppers; Brian pulled one, and out popped a fancy top hat, from which a white rabbit occasionally emerged.

Brian placed the hat on his head, feeling a bit foolish.

Few Slytherin students remained at Hogwarts; most had gone home. Surrounding him were little wizards from various houses, but in this joyful festive atmosphere, everyone set aside their usual biases and competitive spirit to enjoy the Christmas spirit together.

Brian sat upright at the table, his back straight and not leaning against the backrest, feeling out of place among the cheerful little wizards around him. He held a fork in his hand, carefully sampling various dishes, cautious of eating any strange dark cuisine.

Having been there for so long, the food was what he was most dissatisfied with.

Just think about it; the food here was either roasted or boiled, and there were many bizarre combinations that he could hardly imagine, making Brian reluctant to take a bite.

"Why can't they learn to stir-fry?" Brian pondered while slowly eating roasted turkey, feeling a strong urge to teach the Hogwarts house-elves how to cook.

The Weasley twins set off some fireworks, which blew the hat off Brian's head. They seemed to disapprove of Brian's meticulous appearance.

Brian glanced at them; they were wearing tall hats adorned with fake owls and eagles flapping their wings. They had to use one hand to hold onto the brim of their hats to prevent them from flying away.

Harry and Ron were over there, happily pulling colorful firecrackers, creating puffs of blue smoke. A few little white mice scurried over from their direction, prompting Brian to pick up the plate in front of him.

At the main table, the professors were also very cheerful. Dumbledore wore a woman's hat decorated with flowers, looking somewhat ridiculous. Brian even saw Professor McGonagall giggling, her cheeks flushed. Professor Snape was eating his food with utmost seriousness, completely unaware that the decorations on his hat had been transformed into large, colorful flowers.

In the afternoon, Brian sat by the playground, watching a group of little wizards engaged in a snowball fight. The Christmas spirit here indeed felt joyful and relaxing, lifting Brian's mood.

A few snowballs that suddenly appeared from behind interrupted Brian's thoughts, hitting him one after another in the face, causing him to frown and look over. The Weasley twins were pointing at him and laughing heartily.

Brian felt that the two brothers were always targeting him.

He cast a spell, rolling up two large snowballs that grew bigger and eventually buried the twins inside.

They popped their heads out of the snow pile, looking at each other and laughing, then quickly formed more and bigger snowballs to throw at Brian.

Brian dodged a few and retaliated with some snowballs, but ultimately he couldn't avoid them completely, and snowballs covered his eyes. Harry and Ron joined in, and soon Brian was buried under a pile of snow.

Brian pushed the snow away from his eyes and looked at the group of people laughing in the distance. Somehow, he also found it a bit amusing and started laughing too. His smile began small but grew larger.

"Oh!"

Another pile of snowballs fell from above, burying him in the snow once again.

Brian never imagined that one day he would spend an entire afternoon wasting time on a boring snowball fight and actually enjoy it.

The Weasley twins seemed to have a talent for making everything unexpectedly fun.

After dinner, the little wizards were tired from playing and returned to the common room in small groups.

Peeves was cackling in the hallway, throwing snowballs at passing little wizards.

As Brian walked by, Peeves seemed to recognize the little troublemaker who had tried to teach him a lesson with the help of the bloody baron. He abandoned the other little wizards and focused solely on chasing Brian, laughing loudly while continuously throwing snowballs at his head.

The surrounding little wizards were delighted to watch the spectacle, guessing how he had annoyed Peeves.

In the end, Brian had to use a spell, "Waddiwasi," to shove a piece of chalk up Peeves' nose to finally get rid of him.

Of course, he remembered the spell, and it wasn't difficult.

Harry and the others laughed at Brian's unprecedented predicament.

"By the way, George, why do you have to provoke him?" Harry asked the Weasley brothers with a grin.

"You've got the wrong person, I'm Fred."

"No, that trick won't work. The initials of your names are written on your sweaters," Harry replied.

"How do you know we haven't swapped sweaters?"

"Maybe we were wearing each other's sweaters from the start."

The two brothers exchanged a glance and giggled.

"Alright, whether it's Fred or George, why do you have to provoke Walker?" Harry shot them a glance.

"Don't you think he looks out of place all by himself?" George said.

"It has a lonely and desolate vibe, which is not suitable for Christmas at all," Fred added.

"All alone like a little pitiful thing."

"Trying to act like a little adult."

"Like Percy, all prim and proper."

"No, he's even more prim and proper than Percy."

"So it should be fun to tease him."

"No, I should say it is indeed very fun."

The two brothers played off each other like they were in a comedy duo.

Then they hopped around, performing an exaggerated and awkward fast-paced dance, making everyone burst into laughter.