"What are you doing, Harry?"
On Sunday morning, Basil, who had not slept in for a long time, saw Harry sitting at the hexagonal table in the middle of the room, writing with a quill.
Had he time-traveled again? Since when did Harry love studying so much?
Harry turned around with a puzzled look. "Ordering Christmas presents."
"Christmas presents?" Basil was confused at first, then suddenly slapped the bed. "Right, how could I forget? I just woke up and thought you were doing homework."
Harry suddenly understood. "You really are still muddled. We weren't assigned any extra homework this holiday, and we finished the old stuff ages ago."
Ten minutes later, Basil, claiming he was going out for breakfast, left the dormitory.
In truth, he had genuinely forgotten about buying Christmas presents.
The him who had sworn after obtaining the Truth-Teller that he would never be so forgetful again had been thoroughly slapped in the face.
That meant he had to sort out presents for all his friends today.
He let out a breath of relief. It seemed activating Hogsmeade Village had not been useless after all.
He closed his eyes. A few items, wrapping paper, and ribbons vanished out of thin air from Zonko's Joke Shop and Honeydukes.
The corresponding Sickles and Knuts appeared in their place.
They appeared in Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets.
"Riddle, have Lyle arrange for them to be mailed." He pulled out a piece of parchment and rapidly scribbled down several names.
After the parchment vanished from his hand as well,
he stroked his chin and thought, The presents for my superficial friends are settled. What about Hermione, Harry, and old Tom in Diagon Alley?
Ron was not a superficial friend.
But Ron was especially proud. Whatever level of gift you gave him, he would