Christmas Gift

Kayson was then forced to listen for nearly an hour to Neville's various embarrassing stories from birth up until he started school.

In a sense, this was also mutually beneficial.

Why mutually beneficial? Neville's talent was a bit dull, which displeased the Longbottom family. To make Neville display magical talent, the Longbottom family used various high-pressure methods.

And these high-pressure methods harmed Neville's mind, which was also a considerable blow to wizards who used Legilimency.

Thus, Neville and the members of the Longbottom family were mutually beneficial, a sort of "mutual harm" that caused pain to both sides.

And still, no error could be found.

The members of the Longbottom family wanted their heir to display magical talent, that was correct.

Neville was just a child, and his dull talent couldn't be blamed on him. In fact, Neville couldn't even be called dull; he just lacked confidence, and the reason for this lack of confidence…

Kayson meticulously reviewed the entire incident and finally found the main responsible party.

Voldemort and his lackeys.

That's right, they were the primary culprits for Neville's current problems.

After figuring this out, Kayson had a sudden epiphany and escaped the trap of self-inflicted internal struggle.

Soon, the house-elves prepared dinner and served it to the table. Kayson glanced at it and was once again surprised by the wealth of these old pure-blood families.

In the past, at Hogwarts, such food was enjoyed by all the staff. Today, however, the food, which was no less than Hogwarts' dinner, was only for the three of them.

The meal was quite enjoyable, but Kayson still noticed that whenever Neville saw his grandmother, he would involuntarily flinch and become timid.

At the dinner table, he deliberately recounted to Augusta how Neville, without the suppression of the old lady in front of him at Hogwarts, had nearly beaten the Malfoy heir to death with a wand.

Of course, this had a slight artistic embellishment.

But this was also to let Mrs. Longbottom know that as long as she didn't suppress Neville, he could be very outstanding, at least in combat and Herbology.

"I will do as you say, Professor Kayson, um… encouraging education." Mrs. Longbottom saw Kayson off at the manor's main gate, with Neville following behind her.

The two clearly wanted to escort him further, to a place beyond the reach of the Apparition ban.

"This is fine. Actually, encouraging education isn't necessary; normal education is fine, as long as it's not suppressive. As for normal education, honestly, I think you could learn from the Weasley family, the one at The Burrow," Kayson explained.

"I will find time to visit The Burrow."

"Well, not this Christmas. They seem to be visiting their eldest or second eldest son."

"Professor, aren't you staying here? Even for a day?" Neville asked, following behind Mrs. Longbottom.

"I'm very sorry, but honestly, I'm quite busy this Christmas. I have a lot of work to do back at Hogwarts. The fourth-year Enchanting Table class has also been approved, and I need to find time to take them to receive their well-deserved honors."

"And the renovation and expansion plans for my office, as Christmas gifts for all of you. Although they are ready, they haven't been packaged, had cards written, and mailed yet."

"You've prepared a lot?"

"Of course, besides yours, there are the professors', and my Muggle friends'. I have to go back to my previous residence outside the school to collect their gifts. I'm swamped, honestly," Kayson explained.

"Alright then."

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Kayson nodded at the two, and with a roaring sound, he vanished from the spot, leaving only wisps of purple light disappearing.

"…Professor Kayson can get rid of the Apparition ban? And that wasn't even the magic of a Portkey?" Mrs. Longbottom murmured in surprise.

"I'm not surprised by anything Professor Kayson does. Before this, he knocked Quirrell into the Hospital Wing with one move."

"Quirinus Quirrell? That Dark Magic expert?" Mrs. Longbottom rarely called someone an expert.

"Is he very powerful? Quirrell?"

"He's very skilled, among the younger generation, at least stronger than those Aurors." Mrs. Longbottom hugged Neville and returned to the manor.

Back in his house at 222 Baker Street, London, he looked at the stack of cards in his mailbox and smiled helplessly.

Soon, he retrieved a large pile of his Christmas gifts from the post office.

He also returned gifts to them one by one.

"Let me see, Mrs. Martha's. Why did she send me… oh, it's so pink."

"Flourish sent me a bag of Flourish. Fortunately, what I sent him was also Flourish."

"Sherlock's signed windbreaker. This guy is still so narcissistic." Kayson found a sewing kit in the room, took a small piece of cloth, and covered Sherlock's signature.

Then, he embroidered his name on the left collar.

Yes, he was still as nimble-fingered as ever.

Wearing the new windbreaker, Kayson looked at himself from left to right in the fitting mirror, then glanced at his neighbor's house. No one was there.

Those two guys are always so busy.

After returning the gifts from his Muggle friends, Kayson blinked and returned to Hogwarts' Alchemy office.

He put all the gifts he had prepared in advance into an Ender Chest.

And he, carrying only a small Ender Chest ring, walked towards Hogwarts' Owlery.

Unfortunately, these days leading up to Christmas, the owls already had almost no rest time.

Kayson's arrival only exacerbated this cruel situation.

"A Flying Broomstick Protective Cover Set for Harry... this can be sent directly to his dormitory, mhm..."

"Neville's Memory Bracelet."

"Ron's new robes; has the Weasley family become so poor that they can't even afford new robes?"

"Hermione's Alchemy Primer; if she chooses my class in her third year, I'll definitely make her my class representative..."

"Angelina's Flying Broomstick Cushion..."

"Professor McGonagall's Enchanted Quill; she'll like this..."

"Snape, do Slytherins fear water? He doesn't want to wash his hair. Fortunately, he still has a friend like me... a Hair Dry Cleaner, I'm a genius!"

"Hagrid's Golden Beer Mug; he always complains that the mug is too light and lacks a good feel... I hope he won't dislike my gift for being too plain... Can't you fly?" Kayson said this after packing Hagrid's gift and handing it to an owl, but the poor owl, carrying the gift, flapped for a long time without taking off.

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