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Chapter 71 Christmas

Once you have the outline, it's easy to fill in the details.

A legend - these words make the story destined to be extraordinary.

Andrew actually felt that what he wrote was quite exaggerated. The entire Hogwarts library is so huge. Let alone being proficient in all of it, how many people could say that they had roughly read the relevant books on any single subject?

If Andrew had written that Dumbledore spent every day in the library, studying for seven years, and finally became a legend through hard work, there would be no doubt that the owl rejecting the manuscript would not even fly, and the manuscript would be buried in the sea.

Although that is also exaggerated - but no one will calculate it, the editor will just think you have wasted his precious time.

Dumbledore should have finished reading all the books in the library in his first year, and then started to dominate his own house and crush the outer houses. The library that can be completed in one year is like the armor with thin fabric but unparalleled defense, which are both perfect settings.

If you want a legendary story, it means staying in the library for seven years, and Andrew and the editor will starve to death - who wants to read this!

Anyway, after confirming that Peeves was a treasure-level existence in Hogwarts that could increase the credibility of the story by 70%, Andrew's work progressed so fast that he didn't even have to work hard. He just supplemented the character dialogues and interspersed the plot according to the outline.

During this enjoyable time of finishing the manuscript, the holiday passed quickly and soon it was the day before Christmas.

Before Andrew was ready for the holiday and was about to go to Professor McGonagall's office to continue familiarizing himself with the documents, a note left on the desk told him the importance of the holiday.

[You have three days off starting tomorrow, please enjoy Christmas, Mr. Taylor
——Minerva McGonagall. 】

This note woke up Andrew, who had been accustomed to the life these days - a festival that even Professor McGonagall noticed really forced him to cheer up and deal with it.

After listening to a few more people at the dinner table, he immediately realized the importance of this festival - before the festival even arrived, everyone had already started thinking about what kind of gifts to prepare or what kind of gifts they would receive.

'Fortunately, there's still time.'

Although there was no time to carefully select a cost-effective gift, thanks to Dumbledore, he was able to come up with a gift that would absolutely not be criticized.

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"There's nothing we can do about it... Go back and bring a gift during the summer vacation. It would be absurd to send it by owl."

"As for roommates, Bell likes Quidditch, so a set of hardcover books on Quidditch would be fine. Hughes likes history, so a hardcover history of the goblin rebellion would be fine."

There is definitely nothing wrong with giving books as gifts, especially if they are the type that the other person likes.

'But Kevin, the spell lover, and Hal, the fun-loving fellow, have... a set of hardcover quill pens each.'
A bookstore, a stationery store, and an owl mail order solved the problem - the prices were roughly the same, a little expensive, but Peeves paid for this purchase.

Forget about the clubs I used to go to… The people I met during morning jogging were just nodding acquaintances for half a semester…

As for Nellie, Andrew had a good communication with the other party when they were experimenting with the spell, and there was also a chance for cooperation in the future. Andrew added another order for the feather pen.

I only know the Gryffindor prefects because of office matters, so I can't send them. Percy has a better relationship with him, but he is held back by the others - so I can't send him for the time being.

As for Professor McGonagall... Andrew thought about it and decided to give her a thick notebook that he brought from the Muggle world. He couldn't give her an expensive one like he did to his roommate.

The rest seems to be gone.

Andrew hadn't made many friends in Hogwarts in half a year. He first stepped into a fire pit. He had to force himself not to quit the club where he was supposed to make friends and waste more time. Then he plunged into the library. If it weren't for the restrictions on his magic power caused by his age, he would probably stay there all the time.

"It's true that I'm overly addicted, as they say. Fortunately, the relationships within the dormitory are good, otherwise it would be even more terrifying..."

"You'll have to work hard today, Rose."

Andrew looked at his owl, which responded with a very firm voice. "Very good!"

He rubbed its head, took off the purse and letters, added a line of mouse-made subscriptions on the order form, and stuffed in the corresponding coins.

"Go!"

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The next morning, when Andrew woke up in the empty dormitory, there was a small pile of packages on the floor.

His roommates gave him a beautiful automatic error-correcting notebook, a whole box of lemon marshmallows, an ultra-rare Chocolate Frog card (a generous gift, a top-tier rare card. Bell wrote in the note accompanying the letter that he would never have given it to him if he hadn't eaten a duplicate), and a wizard toy Egg (for kids, a different type of animal appears each time you open it, but it unfortunately doesn't run).

Andrew chewed the gummy bear and tried opening and closing the egg a few times - discovering that there was a very clever transfiguration hidden in this thing, but that was all.

'I'll figure it out once I take it apart, but it won't work now.'

He put the eggs away and began to unpack the other packages.

"You're really not afraid of my death!"

The next slightly larger package gave Andrew a fright as soon as he opened it - fortunately the elf had no habit of opening packages, otherwise this package from the magazine would have killed him.

A whole dozen ultra-luxury-grade feather pens. Different from the so-called hardcover set that Andrew ordered, each of these pens has been carefully cast with the ultimate magic spell - this is a level that only a master can achieve.

And the materials were luxurious enough to be worthy of the maker - Andrew only recognized two types, one was the peacock feathers with the largest number of four, and the remaining one, which was the smallest number of quill pens, was made of the same phoenix feathers as the decorations he had seen in Professor McGonagall's office (damn it, where did he get that?).

Andrew didn't recognize the rest of the feathers, but they were definitely of good quality - and it was obvious at first glance that they were not the kind of feathers that were widely used, but rather fine products that were carefully selected from a pile of feathers.

Although the other party only expressed gratitude in the letter, hoped that he would take good care of himself, and sent sincere blessings, Andrew still read a strong flavor of urging him to update more.

'Who dares to use this?'

Good things are good things, but Andrew could only reach the box and carefully seal the pen at the bottom of the box.

……

this is?
He paused, then unwrapped the last package—it was packaged in an unusually ugly way.

It was an old brass pocket watch.

[Sorry... I don't have enough pocket money to buy a new one, I hope this helps... Radio said that if I can't see what the other person lacks, then a memo is always okay...

...

Neville Longbottom

He tried to open the watch and use it, and found that every time he pressed it, the dial would display a task to be done and approximately how long it would take to complete - and the only pointer was moving one task at a time.

'Is this something with a little mind-reading feature?'

Andrew nodded and put it away nicely - it was a pity that he couldn't make up for it with a gift, which would have been even more rude.

(End of this chapter)