"Santa Claus?"
What kind of term is this?
Christmas limited edition?
With curiosity, Silan glanced at the effect of the entry for "[Santa Claus]".
[Santa Claus]
[Effect: Sending ten or more Christmas gifts each Christmas earns you one chance to win a prize.]
[(Note: This event is triggered only once a year during Christmas. This entry cannot be upgraded, but the prizes will become more abundant and valuable over time.)]
It really is only once a year.
This year Weasley family, plus the Hogwarts professors, making it well over ten items.
But in Silan's heart, this entry felt somewhat tasteless, yet too good to discard.
Is it really that stingy to only give out prizes once a year?
"Well, it's better than nothing."
Silan triggered the [Santa Claus] mechanic, and the screen in front of her flickered before turning into a lottery machine.
After the draw was confirmed, the screen of the lottery machine started spinning wildly.
Silan noticed icons such as Galleon, wands, and spellbooks on it.
They probably correspond to different prizes.
After spinning for a while, the lottery machine's screen slowly stopped, and a magic book icon appeared on it.
[Congratulations on obtaining the attribute: Wandless Casting]
[Description: A wand is needed to cast spells? Magic Is Might! How can it be such an inconvenient thing?]
[Effect: Increases the effectiveness of Wandless Casting by 10% (the next level will increase it by 20%, and so on)]
If casting spells with a wand is like a steam train, then Wandless Casting is like a horse-drawn train.
While it may achieve the goal in some cases, the process is always more complicated and requires more time and effort.
As [Wandless Casting] is upgraded, it's similar to gradually replacing the horses pulling the cart with a steam locomotive.
However, the current level of renovation is still relatively low.
"Santa Claus smells so good."
"I like this entry." Silan said with a serious expression.
He originally thought he would only get some useless things, but unexpectedly, he got exactly what he wanted.
Wandless Casting can enhance the effects of Spells without a wand, which is something he can use right now.
"But since things have come to this, let's go to sleep first."
A grand Christmas dinner is being held in the Great Hall Hogwarts, with students and professors gathered together.
A small mountain of plump roasted turkeys and fragrant roasted meats was piled up, garnished with peas tossed in butter and thick cranberry sauce.
Each dining table had many wizard-themed firecracker packets placed in the center.
It makes a loud bang, like a cannon blast, whenever you pull the rope.
Then it explodes into a cloud of colorful smoke, from which one or two plastic toys or other trinkets are ejected.
Dumbledore, wearing a hat adorned with flowers, was listening to Professor Flitwick tell a joke.
His laughter wasn't "hahaha," but rather "hohoho."
It was a laugh that sounded a bit like Santa Claus's.
Hagrid drank glass after glass, his face growing increasingly red, until finally he gave Professor McGonagall a polite kiss on the cheek.
This is a grand festival, a joyous festival.
Everyone was so happy and relaxed.
Even the usually serious Professor McGonagall chuckled, her tall black top hat tilting to one side.
George and Fred flanked Percy Weasley, pulling him away from the Prefect's table.
Their reasoning was. "Christmas is a holiday for family reunions, Percy Weasley should sit with them."
Harry and Ron also received Christmas presents delivered by Silan's owl today.
"Silan gave me a Chudley Cannons poster!" Ron unwrapped a long tube of paper. "How did he know I liked that team?"
Chudley Cannons are an England Quidditch team that has won the UEFA Cup 21 times, but now they are the bottom-ranked team every year.
"I don't think Silan is deaf; of course he's heard you say it," Harry shrugged. "In fact, a lot of people know."
What did he give you?
"A sturdy new pair of glasses."
Harry put on his new glasses and looked around excitedly, feeling that the world had never been so clear.
As they watched, they suddenly noticed Snape approaching menacingly.
With his wide black robes billowing at the hem, Snape strode aggressively across the dining table. When he reached Harry, he abruptly stopped and glared fiercely into Harry's eyes.
Ron was a little scared, and tugged at Harry's sleeve, asking in a low voice, "What have you done to upset him recently?"
"I don't even need to provoke him. If I just take a couple of breaths, he'll want to deduct points from my Gryffindor."
Snape's face was very dark, almost the same color as his robes.
Although he received Christmas presents today, he was not happy at all.
The gift was a case of Potter family's shampoo.
This infuriated him.
Every student who passed by his office today heard his angry curses.
Rumor has it that he mentioned "damn Potter" more than 50 times.
But this box of shampoo was delivered anonymously through the Owl Post Office, Snape couldn't find the culprit at all.
But in his view, there was no need to find the culprit.
That damn Potter is right here at school!
Perhaps Snape had been looking at it for just too long, because even Harry felt a little tired for his eyes.
He took the initiative to greet him, "Merry Christmas, Professor Snape."
Yes, a Merry Christmas, a peaceful Christmas.
People are always friendly and harmonious during this festival.
Out of consideration for the holiday, Snape said nothing more, only snorted coldly, and walked to the professors' table, tossing his robes.
Perhaps it was to protect the students who stayed on campus, or perhaps the professors themselves were experiencing some setbacks, but many professors did not go home for Christmas.
Snape glanced at the flower-adorned hat on Dumbledore's head, Snape sat down with a strange expression.
He noticed that the professors also seemed to have received gifts.
Professor McGonagall secured her turquoise cloak to her shoulders with two glittering cat-shaped cloak buckles, while Professor Flitwick wore a lucky badge on his chest.
Hagrid went even further, wearing a scarf embroidered with Magical Creatures around his neck.
But judging from Snape's perspective, this thing should look like a bed sheet, right?
However, given Hagrid's physique, it would actually be quite suitable as a scarf.
After listening silently to the professors' conversation for a while, Snape learned that these gifts were all from Silan.
A strange idea stirred within him like a cat's tail.
Why isn't mine?
This idea that popped up out of nowhere even startled Snape.
He closed his eyes, shook his head, and dismissed the thought.
While Snape was agonizing over why Silan hadn't given him a gift, he had already arrived at the station, ready to return to school.
While waiting for her train at the station, Silan suddenly heard someone calling her name.
"What a coincidence, Silan, are you going back to school today too?"