"Are you going to Scarborough Fair...
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme—
Remember me to one who lives there...
She once was a true love of mine—"
At half past seven in the evening, when Professor Dumbledore arrived in the Gryffindor common room wearing the Sorting Hat, the party was already underway.
Professor Flitwick conducted Ravenclaw's little eagles in a chorus, Hagrid clumsily danced with Professor McGonagall, and Fred's dance partner was George.
The ethereal singing of the Ravenclaw girls echoed through the common room as Gemini hummed softly along with them.
The song was called "Scarborough Fair," a very old English ballad. Its lyrics could be traced back to the thirteenth century, while the melody was even older. It could be said that throughout all of Britain, aside from mutes and fools, no one did not know how to sing it.
To Gemini's surprise, not only Dumbledore, but even Snape had come to the Christmas party.
Though Dumbledore had dragged him here and he looked rather out of place, he did not seem to dislike the atmosphere. At the moment, he sat alone to one side, eating pudding.
"Actually, I've been thinking about something for a long time."
The Sorting Hat had been placed beside Gemini by Dumbledore. Its folds wriggled as it spoke.
"What?"
"Why do wizards celebrate Christmas?" The tip of the Sorting Hat tilted to one side. "Look at it this way—you're wizards. Back in the old days, Muggles would have tied you to stakes and burned you alive."
"That's a good question." Gemini nodded. "Actually, I don't understand it either."
The Sorting Hat laughed. "I always thought you were quite clever, which is why I asked you. I asked Dumbledore the same question, and he actually asked me in return: What's the problem?"
Gemini laughed. He