At dawn, a huge flock of owls arrived at Hogwarts.
The elite Auror sent by the Ministry of Magic had no holidays; they arrived at the school gate early to check each package.
"It's Wayne again..." Tonks waved for the owl in front of him to pass.
She glanced at the seemingly endless queue, then looked down at the inspection crystal in her hand.
What prohibited items could the children's gifts contain? At most, they would just be some prank props.
And today is Christmas! Not only are there no employee Fawley, but there's not even overtime pay.
They're either corrupt or unwilling to give.
"Why is it still Wayne..." Tonks was numb. "That kid's really popular..."
After a sigh, the six owls stared at her with wide eyes.
"Pass."
The owls worked together to grab the tightly wrapped box and flapped their wings as they flew toward the Gryffindor Tower.
Having arrived safely at their destination, they carefully placed the box into the pile of gifts, and then onto the long table next to it, which was covered with snacks.
With food, drink, and a good rest, those stupid Auror guarding the gate must be incredibly envious.
There were more and more owls in the dormitory, and when Neville woke up, he thought he had sleepwalked into the Owlery last night.
James and Alfred went downstairs early for breakfast, while Vincent sat amidst the pile of gifts.
After one was dismantled, two more came. Looks like I'll be busy all day.
"Hmm?" Neville noticed that he was wearing a red scarf today, which was unusual for him.
It's so cold, this should have been done a long time ago.
However, the workmanship of this red scarf is average; it is probably hand-knitted.
"Vincent, did your mother knit this for you?"
"No."
"Oh." Neville wasn't curious about who it was.
He put on a thick coat and went out to wash up.
By the end of breakfast, Vincent was overwhelmed with gifts.
"Old Wen!" James poked his head into the pile of gifts. "Need any help?"
Vincent waved his hand, "No need, you can go down first."
"Okay, I'll put your breakfast by your bedside."
Alfred put the packed breakfast away. "Let's go to the Club Room!"
A hand reaches out from the mountain of gifts.
"Go ahead, Fred said they've prepared a little surprise."
As they unpacked, they finally got to the large, tightly wrapped box.
Inside is a long ebony box, next to which is a complete set of flying broom maintenance tools.
The long box has the logo of the Cleansweep Broom Company printed on the front, and almost two months have passed.
Sure enough, inside was the repaired Rascal Rabbit.
The design hasn't changed much, but there have been some minor modifications to the exterior.
The golden lion head on the broom handle is more majestic, the broom body is adorned with gold lines, the seat is larger and more comfortable, and the branches at the broom tail are extended more exaggeratedly.
Vincent picked it up and weighed it in his hand, but didn't feel much change in weight.
It seems that the internal components have taken his advice into account and have undergone a high degree of integration.
The flying broom contains a levitation module and a flight module.
They are very large, and their interiors also need to accommodate modules for posture adjustment and other functions.
In addition to balancing the layout of each module, every broom engineer also has to make a series of trade-offs regarding performance.
By integrating the two largest modules, more internal space can be freed up.
Put the test aside for now; Vincent needs to unwrap his gift first.
After breakfast, we continued working.
A grand banquet is being held in the Owl Court Club's Club Room.
After being expanded by the Undetectable Extension Charm, the total area is now half the size of the Great Hall.
Most of the students were there, a stark contrast to the deserted Black Swan across the street.
"Ladies and gentlemen—" Fred and George, dressed in brightly colored, extravagant tuxedos, stood prominently on the central stage, "Good morning, everyone!"
They were the undisputed hosts of the banquet, and they started by telling everyone a few Weasley jokes.
"I remember when we were little, our younger brother once asked our father—"
All eyes turned to Ron, who was eating rice.
George blinked his big eyes and imitated the expression perfectly, "Dad, everyone says I'm a silly child, is that true?"
Ron blankly put down the chicken leg he was eating, his expression suddenly turning ferocious.
Fred shook his head, his voice low, "Silly child, how could you be a silly child?"
Joyful laughter instantly echoed into the Black Swan Club Room across the street.
Draco, sitting at the grand round table, nearly dropped the freshly brewed tea with a tremor in his hand.
"Damn the Owl Court!"
Crabbe and Goyle glared at each other, cursing under their breath.
"Calm down," Draco raised his hand to stop them. "This is nothing to get angry about."
More cheerful laughter followed, and the Black Swan's faces gradually darkened.
Pansy spat, "What a blind fool!"
What's wrong with the Black Swan Club?
Luxurious decor, ample funding, a handsome and charming president, high-caliber members, and a powerful backing...
What does the Owl Court Club have?
The Weasley family twins, the funniest kids?
Scamander, who spends all his time dealing with Fantastic Beasts?
Diggory Redmayne?
Traitor Greengrass?
Ugly Granger?
Pansy seems to have a lot of personal emotions mixed in.
As for Wayne, she felt he wasn't as Draco, rich, or smart Draco.
He was tall and strong, not at all like a wizard.
Her complaints were met with unanimous agreement, but Draco's expression was rather strange.
The Parkinson family has recently made a little money in Knockturn Alley, and his father wants him to maintain a good relationship with Pansy.
Although I don't know why, I have a bad feeling about it.
Another burst of cheerful laughter followed.
Somewhat annoyed, Draco waved his hand, signaling Crabbe and Goyle to close the door.
It is waterproof, fireproof, and intrusion-proof, and also has excellent sound insulation.
They just couldn't stop Wayne.
Vincent didn't finish unwrapping his gifts until the afternoon.
Although quite a few more people came when I left...
Take a breath of fresh air, relax a bit, and then go back.
Seeing that the door to the Black Swan Club Room was closed, I instinctively kicked it.
He didn't do it on purpose; it was just a rather unique way of knocking.
The door opened with a "bang".
"Oh, so you were here." Vincent turned around casually, waving goodbye to the Black Swan. "Then I won't bother you any longer. You can continue to enjoy yourselves."
Draco's hands trembled as he grabbed the teacup, ready to smash it down.
But at the last moment, he remembered his father's words and regained his composure, putting down his teacup.
Don't cause trouble, especially not Wayne.
It's not that the Malfoy family can't be offended, but rather that it's not time for retaliation yet.
The profits from the Alchemy Shop have already made countless wizards envious. Once their patience wears thin, Wayne's good days will be over.