Chapter 33 Christmas

When you are busy, you don't always notice the passage of time.

When Hogwarts welcomed the first winter snow, Gret realized that it was almost Christmas.

Gret left the Room of Requirement for the first time in a long time and wandered in the snow with Penelope.

"Sorry, senior sister, I made you do useless work for so long." Gret apologized to Penelope embarrassedly.

Just a few days ago, with the help of Penelope, Gret finally made the first batch of samples according to his idea.

The magic information terminal shaped like a smartphone, with a fully handmade shell, pure magic movement, and is suitable for all series of magic spell projection.

Until he gave the samples to people he was familiar with to help test, Gret felt that he had made a cross-era product.

Until Gret visited Hagrid who was trying out the samples.

"Grete, but this thing is not very useful. If it is just to transmit the message as quickly as possible, Apparition can also do it.

Even if Apparition cannot cross too long a distance, it will not take much time to use the portkeys fixed in various parts of the world to transmit. This thing is really too impractical."

It was not until this time that Grete realized why the Muggle world already had mobile phones, but the communication method of the wizard world was still the ancient pigeon messaging.

Hogwarts was very happy to use the train invented by the Muggles.

As for why they did not learn the communication methods of the Muggles.

That is because communication has never been a problem for wizards.

Muggles have to study information terminals because of the long journey to reduce the time and resources required for information transmission.

But compared to the Muggles' journey of several hours or even days, wizards only need to convert a few portkeys even if they want to cross the earth and reach the other side.

This product is indeed epoch-making for the Muggle world, but for the wizard world, it is not even a chicken rib.

According to his original idea, his product would sweep the magic world of various countries, and he could also make his first pot of gold with it.

He had been a Muggle for too long, and it was not until Hagrid woke him up that he realized that all this was just his own assumption.

After all, even in the Muggle world, any product will undergo rigorous market research at the beginning of its development.

No wonder no matter which professor he asked for advice, although he got their guidance, he could never attract their attention.

Even now when he thinks about it, every professor, whether it is Dumbledore or Flitwick, even Voldemort, looks at him as if he is looking at a playful child.

No wonder there is a saying that goes, without investigation, there is no right to speak.

After he confessed to Penelope, Penelope was just like him, with her eyes wide open, and the two looked at each other in surprise.

Even though Penelope had lived in the wizarding world since she was a child, before she mastered the art of Apparition, her only social method was to send letters by carrier pigeon.

So, after learning about Gret's project, she did have aroused her curiosity and a sense of mission to change the wizarding world.

Now that they understand the situation, the two have concluded that the wizard market is completely over.

But if they want to push their products to the Muggle world, they can't get around the market access ticket of the International Confederation of Wizards' Statute of Secrecy.

More than a month ago, Penelope might still be worried about gains and losses, and even feel that she has wasted her time.

But every time she thinks of the last time she felt that she was useless and asked Gret to quit, she got a firm rejection, and she didn't feel lost at all.

"What are you going to do next?"

Penelope didn't answer, because Gret had to apologize every time he saw her in the past few days.

She is not worried about anything else now, but only about this junior who has locked himself in the Room of Requirement for several days, fearing that he will be unable to recover.

She believes that he is capable, more than Gret himself.

There must be more than one study in the plan that almost filled the entire note from beginning to end.

"Take a few days' rest. I don't know where to start for the time being."

Grete didn't feel too much loss, after all, this was a gap in cognition.

He needed to adjust, think about his research direction, and study something that was truly suitable for wizards.

Only when all wizards could not do without his research, he could be considered to have completely infiltrated the wizarding world.

Then he could coerce most people and make the International Confederation of Wizards cancel the confidentiality law, and then complete his life plan.

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Christmas Eve.

Grete packed his bag early in the morning, he couldn't wait to go back to the welfare home.

As early as a week ago, when Professor Flitwick registered the list of people leaving school, he couldn't wait to be the first to sign up.

Fortunately, he was not homeless, otherwise the salvation team, who were eager to look at him and wanted him to stay to investigate Nicolas Flamel together, would definitely take him on a Christmas adventure.

In order to bring surprises to his brothers and sisters in the welfare home, he specifically begged the seniors who could go to Hogsmeade Village to bring him back a lot of candies that only the magic world has.

Of course, those magical candies that can run, dance and sing cannot be taken back, otherwise, the Ministry of Magic will come to visit.

Even so, candies of various strange flavors still occupied half of his suitcase space.

The Hogwarts train was ready. At nine o'clock in the morning, after confirming that the young wizards had gathered, the train left Hogwarts on time.

No one in the orphanage knew that Gretel was coming back. Even Mrs. Swann thought that Gretel would spend his first Christmas in the wizarding world at Hogwarts.

So, when Grete appeared at the door of the orphanage in a dusty state, almost everyone rushed over in surprise.

…

On Christmas Day, Gretel was awakened by owl messengers outside the attic window.

The owls were so busy today that they couldn't even wait for Grete to feed them.

He threw the gift in his paws in front of him and flew away neatly in the wind and snow.

Not many people knew his address, and they could be counted on one hand.

But almost everyone who knew his address sent him something, some were just letters of congratulations, and some were packages large or small.

Professor McGonagall gave him a book about the origins of Transfiguration.

Professor Flitwick's gift was a bottle containing a starry sky, which looked a bit like the one on top of the common room and looked extremely delicate.

Senior Penello sent a raven brooch, and the note in the gift box said that it was a lucky charm she found from the Bogu store.

Principal Dumbledore sent a golden hollow key and a letter.

What surprised Gretel the most was that Snape, who had been frowning all day long, actually sent him a gift.

It was a small medicine bottle, which contained a dose of elixir for one person.

"I've made a lot of the newly prepared Fuling Elixir. I have time to try its efficacy."

Gretel laughed at this arrogant girl and put these gifts into her small bag with great care.

Then I started opening the letters.

There were more letters than gifts, and it looked like it would take him a while to open them.

Harry's letter was of little value. It just sent him Christmas wishes and expressed his resentment for not participating in Nicolas Flamel's investigation.

Hermione's letter was as direct as her person. While sending her blessings, she hoped that he could recommend some literature he had read to her.

Ron sent the least message, only sending Christmas wishes.

He was still worried that Gretel would steal Harry's friendship. Harry, Gretel, and even Hermione could see this.

Professor McGonagall hoped that he could study transfiguration. She thought he was very talented.

Professor Flitwick hoped that he would be happy and consoled him for his failed research.

There was no way, the dean had always cared so much about the little wizard, not to mention that Penelo had asked him to help enlighten Gretel.

Dumbledore's letter was not long, but it aroused Gretel's interest.

Dumbledore said that the gift he gave had a small surprise, but Gretel needed to decrypt it himself. He also said that if he decrypted it, there would be other surprises for him.

After he had packed up everything and answered all the letters that needed to be answered, his Christmas vacation was basically coming to an end.

Maybe it was because there were too many letters to reply to, but Sebastian didn't even lose his temper after delivering the letters, and went back to his cage looking exhausted.

In the reluctant eyes of a bunch of little guys, Gretel returned to Hogwarts.

——

Terry still looked energetic, he really didn't look like a calm and collected raven.

Again, there must be some bug in the Sorting Hat.

"Grete, you don't know what happened on Christmas, you will definitely be happy for me.

Our family went to a Quidditch game over the Christmas holidays, the Tuthill Tornadoes.

You know, I'm a huge fan of the Tuthill Tornados and they will definitely win the Quidditch trophy this year. "

Terry looked really excited, and it wasn't until Snape gave him a good beating in Potions class on Monday that he returned to his usual calm self.

“I hope none of you lose your brain over the holidays again.

If anyone blows up the crucible again, I will definitely make him regret why he didn't change himself into a troll's brain before class. "

…

"Professor, thank you for your Christmas gift."

Gretel placed a set of crystal potion bottles that he specially selected on Snape's desk.

"That's because you have made too many potions. Also, don't give me this kind of thing. Do I, as a potion professor, lack such a set of potion bottles like you?"

Gretel didn't reply at all, and just dealt with the potion materials in his hands with peace of mind.

“It’s easier to extract the juice from sea onion bulbs by cutting them diagonally…”

"When squeezing the bile of Motla rat, the action should be as gentle as possible. The falling fragments will affect the preparation of the medicine..."

When Gretel left Snape's office, he noticed that the potion bottle that was supposed to be placed in the corner of the desk had been put away at some point.

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Voldemort: Gretel, do you want to promote your product to the whole world? Come with me. We, master and apprentice, will overthrow the International Federation of Wizards first, and then you can build your business empire to your heart's content.

Penello: I support it.

Hermione: I support that.

Harry: I don't support working with you, but I support Gretel.

Ron: I don't support Voldemort, and I don't support Gretel, but I support Harry.

Gretel: A mutiny in Chenqiao in the Wizarding World? ? ? Force me to wear a yellow robe?

Sorting Hat: Dumbledore, I told you that I don't want you to interfere with the sorting. You insisted. Look, if it weren't for you, I would have sorted him into Slytherin.

Dumbledore: Eat my Sword of Gryffindor.