Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 138 Christmas Gift

The grand Christmas season is over, but for Damon, there's still one crucial step missing—unwrapping the presents.

The gifts arrived via owl last night, but because of Lockhart's situation, Damon only now has the leisure to open the gift boxes in his room.

Professor Flitwick gave him a dueling cloak, which could be used to protect against minor attacks, but more importantly, it could be used to confuse his opponent's vision during a duel and achieve clever purposes. Professor Flitwick said in his letter that he would teach him the art of using the cloak in duels after Christmas.

The cape had a pair of magical buttons at the top that would automatically align with Damon's shoulders when infused with magic—Damon tried it on, and the length was just right.

Incidentally, the cloak is green—Professor Flitwick had previously inquired about Damon's preferred color and received the answer that it was black and white.

"It's not good for someone so young to have such outdated tastes. Let me recommend some things for you to try later?"

It appears that this was the choice he made after obtaining Damon's consent.

Looking at myself in the mirror, hmm... the green cape and blue suit actually go quite well together.

In his previous life as a man, Damon always had a playful attitude towards green—after all, it might be related to NTR. For entertainment purposes, he also tried dyeing his hair and wearing related accessories dark green.

Gradually, he actually lost his curiosity about the color and began to genuinely like it—Professor Flitwick's choice was pretty much hitting his sweet spot. The reason he didn't say anything was simply because he didn't want to make himself too conspicuous.

Damon snapped his fingers, and the magic cloak spontaneously fell off, neatly folding itself in front of him, looking like a thin membrane.

With a casual flick of his wrist, the thin film floated above the wardrobe without deforming.

next.

Hmm. Professor McGonagall actually gave him a Golden Snitch. It seems the other party no longer "cares" about his Transfiguration ability at all?

Holding the golden sphere in his hand, he gently pressed it against a certain pattern, and the sphere seemed to sprout wings and fly away—Damon caught it and put it away again.

Professor McGonagall also included an envelope, and aside from her greetings, the attitude in her words almost made Damon laugh.

I don't know if there's something wrong with you, but what young person doesn't like Quidditch? Is there some unknown reason that makes you averse to this sport?

If there's anything I can do to help you, feel free to contact me!
Also, I hope you can participate in at least one Quidditch match this semester. I promise you'll love it!

"It's not just young people who like it; even professors who are quite old still enjoy it, don't they?"

Damon tossed the Golden Snitch aside and casually tossed it onto the desk.

Next up was Professor Snape.

Damon's gift to him was a complete set of Harry's photos in women's clothing. For this, the old bat wrote to him in advance to tell him that his Christmas present would arrive later, but he would definitely prepare it for Damon. The owl did arrive later than everyone else's, and it had only just arrived when Damon was thinking about opening his present.

It's quite remarkable that Snape was still able to organize this matter after seeing Fiend.

Snape's gift was sealed in an exquisite, antique black box. He opened it, and the inner liner was very sturdy. What he saw was a dazzling golden liquid—a whole flask of Felix Felicis, lying perfectly intact inside.

Felix Felicis. An ultimate potion ranked among the most difficult to concoct, also known as a luck potion, a magical potion that brings good fortune to the person who consumes it.

But its effects go far beyond simply being "lucky".

Within twelve hours of drinking the potion, the user can succeed in anything they desire, provided there is a chance of success.

If Fred Weasley and Professor Lupin had had a drink during the final battle, they might not have died in the fight.

Damon was quite satisfied with this exceptionally precious gift—it was one of the very few things he could hardly buy even with Galleons.

He had more or less guessed that Snape would give him Felix Felicis, but he didn't expect so much—how many times could this amount be used? Although Damon didn't plan to use it anytime soon.

Snape's letter was the longest, containing a dense list of instructions.

1. Only a teaspoon of Felix Felicis is needed to take effect; never overdose. (I believe your brain is smarter than a troll's?)

2. After use, users may experience feelings of loss and frustration for a period of time, and lose confidence in themselves. It is crucial to be extremely cautious during this time, as it can easily lead to trouble. (Especially for a reckless, foolish Gryffindor like yourself; I advise you to lock yourself in your room during the side effects period and not leave the room at all.)
3. Felix Felicis is prohibited in organized competitions such as athletic contests, exams, or elections. (I know you won't need it, but I'm warning you seriously, if I find out you've given it to Harry, hmph—)
4. Felix Felicis can only work three times in a person's lifetime. Once it has been used more than three times, it loses its magical properties.

At the end of the letter was Snape's "Greetings".

If you could focus more on potions, perhaps at the end of your life you might still have the chance to concoct such an ultimate potion—who knows, maybe not.

Accept this gift, and you can't call me petty anymore.

Damon casually lit the envelope, picked up the flask and shook it again—the golden liquid flowed slowly at the bottom of the container, and if it were in the sunlight, it might even have a transparent sheen.

Damon was overwhelmed with a sense of satisfaction and couldn't help but smile.

He took out a small reagent bottle, filled it with a portion of Felix Felicis, and placed it in his potion collection box—he had already collected forty bottles of potions.

Forty bottles of potions, each a different color and representing a different kind of magic, lay quietly in a black collectible box, their appearance both pleasing and mysterious.

As for the Felix Felicis, Damon doesn't plan to use it for the time being.

He's a hoarder, he likes to hoard things, and he dislikes items with negative effects—even though the positive effects of Felix Felicis are so powerful, he doesn't need to use the potion to achieve anything.

Perhaps one day he'll feel like giving it a try, but not now.

Damon unwrapped a gift; Professor Sprout had given him some hemp seeds, a plant that was moderately difficult to grow and, after processing, could produce a refreshing fragrance, somewhat like perfume.

It seems that even the laid-back Sprout hopes to pique Damon's interest.

Damon casually placed it aside, intending to plant it in his suitcase when he had some free time.

(End of this chapter)