Chapter 75

“I will definitely teach him a lesson in the future, I swear!”

After being deducted points by Snape, Ron was mad with anger, 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. 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 looked behind them and asked.

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

“They went to the library as soon as class ended.”

Harry explained quickly.

“The 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 this person named Nicolas Flamel. We’ve flipped through nearly a hundred books with no results. Hagrid, why don’t you give us a hint?”

Harry quickly leaned in ingratiatingly. Hagrid immediately moved far away from him.

“Give it up! I won’t tell you, and you shouldn’t get involved in this matter!”

“Hmph, then we’ll find it ourselves!”

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

*Modern History of the Magical World*, *Great Wizards of the 21st Century*, *Modern Famous Figures*, *Research on the Development of the Modern Magical 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; how could someone with a cooperative relationship with Dumbledore 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, listening obediently to Hermione’s words, flipping through books to 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 even come into contact with the name Nicolas Flamel; he hadn’t even gotten a Chocolate Frog 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 it after returning from the holiday. You can also flip through the library more while at school. If you have any gains, owl me immediately!”

“No problem!”

Ron nodded, and he even said: “You can also ask your parents, just 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 quickly promised.

Then the two of them each received an eye-roll from Hermione.

“Alright, if you don’t object, then I’m leaving. See you at the start of term.”

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

“What’s wrong? Why is she 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. However, 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 returning to sleep. In his dreams, he kept feeling like he had turned into a turtle, struggling to walk on the earth.

He was panting with every step he took. Finally, he woke up tired.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and then opened his eyes wide in shock. His bed was piled high with gifts.

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

No wonder he felt like he couldn’t breathe.

“Who gave these?”

Darren quickly 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 little suspicious of his persona; did he look like he loved eating candy that much?

The remaining gifts were normal.

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

It was said that Paqi had used three thousand Galleons to buy it.

The portraits of the Potter family ancestors had made the decision to send it to him. Professor Flitwick sent him a book, *Tips for Casting Spells*.

Professor McGonagall sent him a book, *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 meant lazy. After that, there were four gifts left.

One was sent by Snape, an Invisibility Cloak.

After Darren put it on, he could indeed hide his figure, but as soon as he used the *Finite Incantatem* spell, 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!”

Ah, this………

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.

This was a bright green sweater.

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

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

He wished he could write a letter to Mrs. Weasley, begging her to make him more. Along with the package came a note.

“Child, I’ve heard about you from Ron, poor baby, hope you come to the Burrow to play after the holiday. Love, Molly.”

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