On the afternoon after Grindelwald left, the students of Hogwarts were also getting ready to go home for Christmas, and the sounds of playful goodbyes filled the place.
Compared with previous years, the young wizards were not as eager to leave Hogwarts this year. After all, the new school rules let them return home through Floo Powder every weekend to see and reunite with their families. Today, what excited them more was being able to enjoy a long holiday.
The few students with special circumstances, like Harry before, would not be left alone at school for the holiday as they had been in previous years either. Ravenclaw Temple would gather together the wizards on the Floating City who were in similar situations and host them.
So at this time, aside from the Ancient Magic Class textbooks they had no choice but to bring because they needed to finish the holiday assignments left by McGonagall and Snape, the young wizards did not go through the trouble of packing their things into luggage the way they used to—because even those Christmas gifts no longer needed to be carried by themselves, thanks to the now well-developed delivery service.
In Allen's private area behind the headmaster's desk, he was watching helplessly as Hermione opened a suitcase on his bed and began stuffing his things into it.
"Hermione... Christmas is only a few days..." Allen said carefully, looking at Hermione, who was in a very good mood from tidying up.
"Your mother asked me to help. Otherwise you'd definitely let them pile up here until they went moldy." Hermione stood up and pointed at a large suitcase and two bulging backpacks stacked together in the corner. "And I certainly don't think so. Books, homework, Potions, and Umbrella's materials..."
Hearing that it was his mother's request,