Traces of Moon City

Ron had no idea how his sister was making fun of him.

Upon hearing about the gift, he was actually less angry.

While Ginny and Harry were being all lovey-dovey, he couldn't wait to open the gift.

A pair of red gloves appeared in his hands.

"It looks a bit rough, but it's not bad," Ron said, half disgusted and half pleased.

But the next second, his expression froze.

Harry had a pair of gloves of the same style, but they looked much more refined.

"What are you looking at—oh, I need to practice." Ginny stretched and lay down on Harry's four-poster bed.

"Is this just for practice?" Ron began to question his life choices.

Just then, Hedwig suddenly flew into the house, carrying a small package in her mouth.

"Hello," Harry said happily after it landed on Harry bed, "Are you going to talk to me again?"

It gently nibbled his ear in a very affectionate way; this greeting was far more precious than the gift it had brought him.

It turned out that the small package was sent by the Dursleys.

They gave Harry a toothpick and a short note, asking him to find out if his engagement meant he wouldn't have to come back to their house anymore.

"Your aunt and uncle know too?"

"I think they are right."

"You can sleep in my room." Ginny's square face flushed.

"Yeah, it should be Dudley." Harry casually tossed the toothpick onto the table.

He chose to ignore the rest of Ginny's statement.

Harry started unwrapping the other gifts.

There were far fewer gifts this year compared to last year.

This is all because Sirius made Harry a VVIP at the Owl Post.

As a VIP, you can selectively refuse gifts that are not on the whitelist.

VVIPs can use magic to set up an additional receiving point.

Harry was like that; aside from the Weasley family, his friends at Hogwarts, Sirius and his friends, all other gifts were sent to a special room Sirius bought in Hogsmeade to store them.

Harry's other Christmas gifts were much more satisfying.

Hagrid gave him a large bag of fudge, which Harry decided to soften by the fire before eating; Ron gave him a book called "Flying with the Cannons," which was about his favorite Quidditch team; Draco bought him a fancy quill pen.

Harry opened the last gift, which turned out to be a brand new hand-knitted sweater given to him by Mrs. Weasley.

"I guess I have a legitimate reason to wear the Weasley sweater this year." Harry put on the sweater and smiled at Ginny.

Ginny took off her cloak, revealing that she was also wearing a Weasley sweater underneath.

"Hmm, where are Fred and George?"

"Following last year's procedure, this is the time they would break into our dorm room—well, maybe Percy was dragged over too."

"According to them, Christmas is a day for the whole family to get together," Ron couldn't help but complain.

At that time, he originally planned to spend the whole day lying in his dorm and playing with the gifts.

"They are," Ginny's eyes darted around, "They are waiting for you. They asked me to call you to the Gryffindor Common Room."

"Hmm? What about you guys?" Ron sensed something was wrong.

"What do you care where we go?" Ginny pouted, while Harry nodded beside her.

Ron stood there awkwardly, glancing at Ginny and then at Harry.

Finally, he sighed helplessly.

"Okay, I'm leaving!"

"But you need to be careful, Ginny, you're still a child!"

"Only a first-year student!" Ron stormed out, leaving Harry and Ginny staring at each other on the four-poster bed.

"I think I'm still very sleepy." Harry's throat was dry.

"Me too." Ginny climbed into bed as well.

Next door, Ryan, who had been completely unaware of what was going on, found it quite fascinating.

He smacked his lips, and the next instant, Ryan appeared at Smith Castle.

Her pajamas silently transformed into a magnificent black wizard's robe.

It's time to start installing the bathroom.

Speaking of bathrooms, there is no shortage of them in Smith Castle.

Next to each bedroom is a bathroom.

But what's truly missing is that bathroom that Ryan wasn't allowed to enter when George Smith was alive.

After passing the silver buildings lit by the Gubraithian Fire on both sides, Ryan arrived at the elevator and pressed the button for the basement level.

Upon entering the elevator, the doors, made entirely of dark, strange metal, slowly opened, revealing that the bathroom that was originally directly opposite was now just a rustic Oak Wood door.

Crack!

Jerry, dressed in a suit that ordinary House-elf would never touch, knelt on one knee and appeared to Ryan's right.

"Young Master, is there anything you need to instruct me to do?"

"Should we wake Ms. Nagini to serve us in bed?" Jerry asked.

"No need, it's time for Nagini to hibernate now."

"I just think this bathroom needs to be restored," Ryan said casually.

This bathroom doesn't really need repairs, but it doesn't feel right to leave it unattended.

Ryan stretched out his right hand, and silver starlight appeared around him. Everything from the bathroom appeared in Ryan's mind.

The twinkling stars, the mist rising from the bathtub, the cool touch underfoot, the lifelike artificial mountain, the irregularly shaped natural hot spring-like bathtub, the diving board, the eerie snow mountain made of piled white towels, and that magical painting.

Like ripples appearing in the air when a stone breaks the surface of calm water.

Meanwhile, in the two Smith Castle, opposite the elevator entrance on the basement level, a dazzling galaxy rippled around colorless waves.

Buzz buzz buzz!

Behind the Oak Wood door, the same bathroom as before appears in both Smith Castle.

Ryan opened the door, and on the wall to his right, framed in a gilded mirror, was a painting of a golden Merpeople standing on rocks beside a boundless sea, her snow-white hair waving at Ryan.

With a click, the door closed.

"Alright, Jerry, how much information have you gathered about Moon City?" Ryan stepped forward, and the next second, they appeared in the study.

"Young Master, the Shelburne Farm, which covers 1,400 acres by Lake Champlain, is very strange. Its milk, fruits, and vegetables have mysteriously disappeared. At the time, we tried to trace them using magic and alchemical tools, and found that the milk, fruits, and vegetables still existed, but they were beyond the distance described by Tracer 134," Jerry quickly said.

"Oh, tell me about its history." Ryan nodded with interest.

Even if this ranch doesn't belong to Moon City, it's probably somewhere inhabited by wizards, like Atlantis.

"It is the birthplace of a Muggle named William Soward Webber, who was a famous businessman in the Muggle world."

"This farm consists of four parts—a hotel with 24 rooms, a non-profit educational center, a cattle ranch, and a vegetable garden," Jerry concluded.