Hehehe

"Why don't you wear yours, Ron?" George patted Ron on the shoulder. "It's Weasley family specialty."

The word "specialty" amused Fred, and the two of them chuckled as they helped Ron into the sweater.

"I don't like dark purple-red," Ron complained, half-jokingly, as he poked his head out of his collar.

The four chatted while eating fudge.

The Weasley brothers complained that their parents were biased, leaving them at school to spend Christmas while they went to see the Fire Dragon.

Loren couldn't help but laugh when he heard this. So what you guys care about isn't not being able to go home for Christmas, but not being able to go see the Fire Dragon together!

"What are you two arguing about here?" Percy Weasley poked his head in through the crack in the door, scolding the Twins brothers with a displeased look.

Fred noticed that Percy also had a bulging sweater draped over his arm, and he and George exchanged a glance.

"Put them on quickly!"

"We all wore them, even Loren."

The Twins walked toward Percy, snatched his sweater, and without thinking twice, forced it over Percy's head.

"I—don't—want—to—wear—" Percy struggled incoherently.

"Look, there's a 'P' in front of Percy's name!" Fred exclaimed. They thought their mother had embroidered the letter on their clothes to distinguish the Twins.

"This P isn't Percy's P, it's the Prefect's P!" George exclaimed as if he had discovered a great secret.

Everyone else was amused by this interpretation.

The Twins grabbed Percy's sleeves, which he hadn't finished putting on, from either side, binding him and pushing him out of the room.

"You are not allowed to sit with the Prefect today."

Christmas is a time for family reunions!

The laughter gradually faded into the distance.

The ribbons in the corridor were imbued with various shimmering magic, as if light had been hung from the dome. The multicolored light flowed like water, converging towards the Great Hall. Flowers floated on the walls, each holding a candle that swayed gently in the breeze. In the center of the Great Hall stood twelve enormous Christmas, each with a golden Christmas beside it, its flames flickering like ribbons. Magical candles floated among the branches and leaves, casting dappled light through the gaps.

At noon, the Christmas party officially began.

One hundred plump, fragrant roast chickens are laid out on the table, while roast meat and potatoes are piled up like small mountains. Fried sausages and various meat marinades and sauces release an enticing aroma.

The entire main building of the Castle was filled with the smell, and before they even entered the Great Hall, Loren and his companions couldn't stop drooling.

On both sides of the dining table, there were piles of wizard-themed firecrackers, shaped like red candles.

Fred took a firecracker and pulled out the fuse.

Boom!

A mortar-like sound exploded, and the people around felt a ringing in their ears.

A blue smoke enveloped Fred. When the smoke cleared, Fred was wearing a Admiral's hat and had several lively white mice on his body. The mice quickly scattered from his body and disappeared in a moment.

Loren opened his mouth and shook his chin, trying to relax his eardrums to relieve the sensation of the vibrations in his ears. He couldn't help but smile. Wizard stuff is really powerful, isn't it?

He has an interesting idea, hehehe.

Ron and Percy saw the mouse and stepped aside, recalling unpleasant memories.

During the banquet, explosions were heard intermittently, and blue smoke filled the air.

The yellow flames, blue smoke, and colorful luminous ribbons reflected in everyone's eyes, sparkling and making the Great Hall look like a dreamlike fairyland.

At the High Table.

Dumbledore, wearing a top hat adorned with flowers, tilted his head as he listened to Professor Flitwick tell jokes, chuckling happily.

Hagrid sat next to Professor McGonagall, drinking and chatting with Professor McGonagall. The two seemed to be having a good time. Hagrid drank more and more, his face growing redder and redder, until finally he kissed Professor McGonagall on the cheek. Professor McGonagall giggled, blushing with embarrassment.

Fred also witnessed this scene. "Oh, if you ask me, Hagrid and Professor McGonagall aren't really a good match."

George winked at him. "Professor McGonagall will regret this when she sobers up."

Everyone around laughed happily upon hearing this.

"Ouch!" Percy cried out in pain, clutching his tooth. He had eaten the Christmas pudding too fast and bit into a present hidden inside.

Percy spat the food onto his plate, and the silver coin landed on it with a crisp sound; it was a Silver Sickle.

Loren stared at the silver coins on his plate, deep in thought. He rested his chin on his hand and guessed, "Do you think there will be Galleon in the pudding?"

Hearing this, Ron's eyes lit up as he looked at the pudding. He got up, grabbed several plates of bright red pudding, and slurped them down like water. He was going to buy all the pudding on the table.

Ron hadn't eaten a single Galleons by the time he left the table, not even Bronze Knut; his stomach was bulging.

Ron groaned and walked while supporting his stomach.

The Twins walked behind Ron, their shoulders shaking with laughter.

"You're like a pregnant mother."

Everyone else on the road was carrying piles of gifts that had popped out of colorful firecrackers. Loren, with a pocket full of colorful firecrackers, shook his head and clicked his tongue, "These people don't know what they're missing."

In the afternoon, the Weasley Twins dragged Loren into a snowball fight.

Snowballs flew wildly across the playground. Unlike the previous brawls, this time they split into two groups. The Twins chased after Loren, Ron, and Percy, fighting them off.

The Twins worked together seamlessly, leaving the others utterly helpless.

"Fight back! Stop just dodging! Hahaha..."

"No one can be three against two, right? No way, no way."

The Twins' arrogant voices echoed as snowballs flew all over the field.

Loren hid behind a snowdrift, a snowball crashed down beside him and shattered, snowflakes splashing onto his face, cool and refreshing.

I couldn't wait any longer! The colorful firecrackers in my pocket were all waiting for this moment.

"I'm going to give you a little shock."

He pulled out a firecracker, ripped off the fuse, and threw it at George.

Boom!

Blue smoke spread across the playground.

Firecrackers aren't very powerful, but they make a lot of noise.

George stared blankly, somewhat dumbfounded, his mind buzzing.

Fred looked at him, his mouth agape in surprise. "Damn it, the enemy has heavy firepower."

Loren threw another bomb at Fred, who was so frightened that Fred ran away in all directions.

The situation reversed, but the outcome was unexpected by everyone.

Loren was going wild, chasing after everyone like a villain, not caring who his teammates were, he just bombed whoever he saw.

"Percy, hehehe!"

Boom!

"Ron, hehehe!"

Boom!

Ron and his friends hid behind a snowdrift. Ron, with his head tucked in, muttered, "Honestly, he's kind of scary like this."

The Twins nodded in agreement, exchanged a glance, and reached a consensus, their expressions suddenly becoming serious.

"Soldier George, you hold off the enemy, I'll go back to the Castle to get ammunition."

"Yes, Commander Fred."

As Fred and George were saying this, they suddenly kicked Ron and Percy out of the snowdrift.

"Hehehe!" That was the Twins ' laughter.

Boom!

Ron and Percy were blown up by Loren and had to run around everywhere.

When the Twins returned, the field erupted into a firecracker frenzy. As if infected by Loren, they too began to chuckle.

Ron and Percy took the opportunity to return to the Castle to replenish their ammunition.

The group played wildly all afternoon, their ears were ringing, and their minds were filled with the mesmerizing "hehehe".

Only when their clothes were soaked and they were unbearably cold did they return breathlessly to the fireplace in the Common Room.

The fiery warmth gradually enveloped everyone. Several people sat around the fire, listening to the sound of the firewood burning, staring at each other, and suddenly started to chuckle.

Hehehe!

Hehehe!

Hehehe!