Phones Were Much More Useful Than Owls

After spending the entire morning having a wild time, the group found a restaurant and sat down.

Ayla's little face was flushed red. It wasn't as though she had never experienced Christmas activities before, but in past years, the Wallop family had almost always been busy attending various Christmas banquets.

Parties hosted among the wealthy were naturally far more upscale than the Christmas markets scattered throughout London, but they also lacked a certain lively, down-to-earth warmth.

Come to think of it, this was the little girl's first time coming to a place like this, so it was only natural that she had gone a little wild.

Ayla took off her thick coat and kept fanning herself.

Sean glanced around, then casually snapped his fingers. Ayla immediately felt a warm current spread through her body, without the slightest trace of stuffiness.

"Thank you, Brother!" she cried happily.

"If you catch a cold from playing too hard and go home like that, Mum will skin me alive," Sean said with a smile.

Ayla did not care. She pressed her cheek to the table and asked curiously, "How do they spend Christmas at Hogwarts? What about the other wizards?"

When she mentioned the word "wizards," she unconsciously lowered her voice again.

Sean stretched lazily. "I used magic, so you don't have to be so careful—but wizards' Christmases seem pretty much the same as ordinary people's, just with a few more magical elements."

Daisy nodded in agreement. She had the most say on this subject.

"Just like you all did yesterday, my family decorated the house, made a Christmas feast, and exchanged Christmas presents. The process was about the same—oh, right, Remus and Sirius brought over a Christmas Elf yesterday. I heard it was imported from Malaysia... But isn't it strange for an elf