On Christmas Eve, the voting for Wizard Legend officially ended. Draco stared at his phone screen, confirming again and again that Ella's name was firmly in first place. He then screamed excitedly, his voice like a kettle just boiled.
"Well deserved!" Draco even wanted to post ten messages on Cuckoo.
As the victor, Ella will receive a new skin during the Christmas event, while Draco, as one of the biggest contributors to the victory, will also receive an additional unique title.
In addition, Ella may also receive independent story content and CG. Although this reward cannot be realized immediately, as long as Ella is the first character to have this honor, it is believed that with Director Lorne's technical skills, the reward will be realized soon.
Harry's mind has been filled with Sirius lately.
He had collected many photos of his parents, and he hadn't noticed before that if there was a third person in these photos besides his parents, that person would definitely be Sirius before he changed.
He was handsome and dashing back then, his smile confident and flamboyant. But beneath that smile, had he already betrayed his parents, secretly using their address to curry favor with Voldemort?
Harry lay in bed, a chilling hatred hidden beneath his calm expression.
Voldemort.
Regardless of whether Sirius was involved or not, Voldemort was definitely the final culprit, and he would surely eliminate him and his henchmen one by one.
This year's Christmas is different.
Ron had planned to stay at school with Harry, but Fred and George said their father's flying plane was completely finished and he wanted to invite his children to help him test its operation. Of course, all of this had to be kept from Mrs. Molly.
Ron invited Harry to come home with him, but Harry declined. He wanted to use the Christmas season to deliver the Marauder's Map so he could learn from Professor Lupin how to fight the Dementor.
When Harry woke up groggily in the morning, there was already a warm cup of coffee on his bedside table.
Perhaps it was a habit he'd developed in the dormitory at the Magic Mobile Phone shop, but Harry almost blurted out, "It's you, Dobby."
Dobby strolled over from the foot of the bed, excitedly holding up a garment to show Harry: " Harry Potter, look! This is a Christmas present from Director Lorne to Dobby!"
It was a shirt with the same style and pattern Dobby's, the only difference being that it had the word "Monday" written in the center of a banana.
Harry was about to speak when Dobby continued enthusiastically, "There are seven pieces in Dobby. Dobby can wear Dobby every day. Dobby imagined he could be so lucky."
Perhaps only Dobby, the House-elf, longed for clothes. Harry pulled a Santa hat from his suitcase. "I happen to have a new hat. Here, Dobby, you can be Santa Claus among the House-elf."
Dobby great joy, jumping up and down as if the floor were burning his feet.
" Harry Potter can go downstairs to see his presents," Dobby suddenly reminded him. " Harry Potter will be very happy."
Harry ran down the stairs, and sure enough, there was a small pile of Christmas presents next to the table in the common room. He was the only boy in the Gryffindor dormitory this Christmas, so there was no doubt that all the presents were for him.
Harry excitedly tore open a package containing a sweater given to him by Mrs. Molly, which had a lion's head pattern on it and was much nicer than Dobby's clothes.
Harry kept exploring, from small round tarts and Christmas pastries to nut brittle, until he found a long, narrow package.
Harry's eyes suddenly lit up; this shape really does resemble...
As the wrapping paper fell to the ground, a beautifully crafted, novel, even Winky broom appeared before his eyes.
Harry recognized it at a glance; it was the Firebolt he had always dreamed of. During his time in Diagon Alley, he had spent almost every day admiring it from the glass display case. It was the fastest flying broom at the time.
"Wow!" Harry exclaimed, eagerly mounting the broom to experience it. His hands traced the grooves specially designed for convenience at the top of the broom, running his fingers down to the smooth, streamlined broom tail made of birch twigs.
Harry loved it, but he was still wondering—who gave it to him?
Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Director Lorne, Professor Lupin... Harry sifted through his mind, eliminating names one by one, but he couldn't imagine who could buy something so expensive and give it to him without even signing their name.
Hermione didn't go home either; she firmly believed that the holidays were a good opportunity to overtake her rivals, even though she was already ranked among the top teams.
"A Firebolt?" Hermione exclaimed incredulously. "I remember it cost over a hundred Galleon. Who would spend that much money? Could it be Director Lorne?"
" Director Lorne wouldn't give me anything for no reason," Harry shook his head. "Besides, if he were going to give something, he'd give one to every Quidditch player."
" Harry," Hermione exclaimed, a sudden inspiration striking her, "Do you think it's possible that Sirius gave it to you?"
" Sirius?" Harry didn't quite understand, and even thought Hermione wasn't so brilliant anymore. "Why did he give me Firebolt?"
"Have you forgotten what happened during the first-year Quidditch Match? He must have cast a curse on the broom, Harry. We should give it to the professor; we can use it later if there are no problems."
"But the Quidditch Match is about to begin," Harry argued. "I can't hand in my brooms at this time."
Hermione shook her head. "Nothing is more important than your safety, Harry. Professor McGonagall is also at Hogwarts for Christmas. If we hand it in now, we might still be able to get it back before the tournament."
Detecting whether a magical item has been cursed is a matter of individual skill. If Professor McGonagall were to do it, he probably wouldn't be able to retrieve it for several weeks, but if it were Professor Lupin...
"You're right, Hermione. Maybe we can go find Professor Lupin and give him the Marauder's Map on the way."
Hermione smiled slyly, "That's what I was thinking too. Having a professor specifically tutor us in Patronus Charm is exciting just to think about— Director Lorne is giving extra lessons to seventh-year students, so we should actively seek out classes too."
" The Patronus Charm?" Harry had no idea what he was supposed to learn.
"I found this spell at the library yesterday; it's the most effective spell against Dementor. It wasn't explained in detail, but just hearing the name sounds cool, doesn't it?"
Harry couldn't believe that while everyone else was happily leaving school, Hermione was still in the library, and even Madam Pince was on holiday.
Harry was completely convinced. "You can succeed at anything, Hermione."