Chapter 171

"I must teach him a lesson in the future, I swear!"

After being deducted points by Snape, Ron was furious, pointing at Malfoy's back, wishing he could pounce on him right now and smash Malfoy's face.

"Teach who a lesson?"

Hagrid walked from behind them, carrying a fir tree on his shoulder. This was prepared for Christmas.

"Malfoy and Snape, I really hate them both!"

Harry said through gritted teeth.

"Eh? Where are Darren and Hermione?"

Hagrid asked, looking behind them.

If Darren were here, Snape might not have deducted their points.

"They went to the library as soon as class ended."

Harry explained hurriedly.

"Library? They are really diligent!"

"No, no, no, they went to find Nicolas Flamel; we've been looking for a long time and haven't found a person named Nicolas Flamel. We've flipped through nearly a hundred books and had no results, Hagrid, why don't you give us a hint?"

Harry hurriedly leaned in to curry favor. Hagrid immediately moved far away from him.

"Give it up! I won't tell you, and you shouldn't participate in this matter either!"

"Hmph, then we'll find it ourselves!"

Ron angrily pulled Harry toward the library. They had read many books during this period.

"Modern History of the Wizarding World", "Great Wizards of the 21st Century", "Famous Modern Figures", "Research on the Development of the Modern Wizarding World"...

They had all read them once.

But it was as if there was no such person as Nicolas Flamel in this world. Could he be an ordinary person?

Probably not; someone with a cooperative relationship with Dumbledore, how could they be an ordinary person?

Of course, they hadn't actually read all the books; after all, there were too many.

The books in Hogwarts were as vast as the sea.

This name might even be in the Restricted Section. That was even less something they could read.

Darren sat in the library, looking obedient, listening to Hermione's words to flip through books and find the person. Of course, he knew who Nicolas Flamel was.

But he just wouldn't tell them.

What if this was Dumbledore's script?

And he hadn't come into contact with the name Nicolas Flamel; he hadn't even gotten a Chocolate Frog card until now.

If he said he knew, it would be too abrupt. Finally, after some time.

Hermione finally shook her head regretfully. She called them all together and said: "It seems we can only look for him after the holiday; when you are at school, you can also flip through the library more. If you have any gains, owl me immediately!"

"No problem!"

Ron nodded, and he even said: "You can also ask your parents, it's just that I don't know if it's safe?"

"Of course it's very safe, they are Muggles, the news can't reach Hogwarts!"

Hermione rolled her eyes.

Then she hugged Darren somewhat sadly and said softly: "I'm going home, don't get bullied at school."

"How is that possible? Darren has us!"

Harry patted his chest.

Ron also hurriedly guaranteed it.

Then they both got an eye-roll from Hermione.

"Alright, if you don't object, then I'm leaving, see you at the start of school."

Hermione let go of Darren and turned to leave. Her back seemed a bit angry.

"What's wrong? Why did she get angry? And she gave Darren a hug, why didn't she hug us, did we do something wrong?"

Ron asked Harry in confusion.

Harry shook his head; his attention was now on the holiday. But he still echoed: "That's right, that's right, she didn't say she'd hug us... alright, Darren, stop looking, let's go play Wizard's Chess!"

Before Christmas.

Darren played with Harry and Ron until very late before coming back to sleep. In his dreams, he always felt he had turned into a turtle, walking with difficulty on the earth.

Every step he took, he was panting. Finally, he woke up tired.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, then opened his eyes wide in shock. His bed was piled full of gifts.

The gifts had submerged his whole body. And there were some on the floor too.

No wonder he felt he couldn't breathe.

"Who gave these?"

Darren hurriedly sat up to look through his gifts. He had received over a hundred gifts.

Most of them were candies. And they were all sent by girls.

Darren was a bit suspicious of his persona; could it be that he looked like he loved eating candy so much?

The remaining gifts were normal.

Parvati had sent him a 10% stake in the Firebolt branch currently being developed by the Nimbus company.

It was said that Parvati had bought it for three thousand Galleons.

The portraits of the Potter family ancestors had made the decision to send it to him. Professor Flitwick sent him a copy of "Tips for Spell Casting".

Professor McGonagall sent him a copy of "Things You Don't Know About Quidditch". Harry bought him a pet cat.

It was a milky-white little kitten; after seeing Darren, it decided to lie in his arms and sleep.

Darren named it "Lezi," which had the meaning of laziness. After that, there were four gifts left.

One was sent to him by Snape; it was an Invisibility Cloak.

After Darren put it on, he could indeed hide his figure, but as soon as he used the spell "Finite Incantatem," he could discover the clues.

Clearly, it wasn't the one from the Potter family.

"Harry Potter received one, perhaps you need one too, I hope you don't use it to do bad things!"

Oh my...

Did this old professor go and unwrap Harry's gifts one by one?

After putting the Invisibility Cloak away, Darren looked at the other three gifts. Two of them were filled with things, looking bulging.

Darren opened one of them.

Inside was a thick, hand-knitted sweater, thick and comfortable, making him feel extremely cozy.

This was a bright green sweater.

It also looked very suitable for the Slytherin atmosphere. He hurriedly put the sweater on himself, only to find there was a letter 'D' on it. Clearly, it was knitted specifically for him.

And inside the package, there was also a large piece of homemade fudge. Darren tasted a piece and immediately fell in love with this taste.

He wished he could write a letter to Mrs. Weasley, begging her to make him a few more pieces. Sent with the package was a note.

"Child, I've heard about you from Ron, poor baby, hope you come to play at The Burrow after the holiday. Love, Molly."

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