Hogwarts' Golden Glory

In addition, Ron won't be going home for Christmas this year.

Because the Weasleys were going to Romania to visit Charlie.

Harry knows Charlie.

Wood mentioned that if Charlie hadn't gone to raise dragons, he would have joined the national team!

Harry and Ron reconciled for these reasons.

Hermione is going home for Christmas this year, but her mind is still on finding Nicholas Flamel.

She felt she recognized the name; she thought she had seen it in a book at the library.

"Don't rely on me to search alone!"

Hermione berated Harry and Ron.

The two of them shrugged, saying they had searched through everything they could find interesting!

I really can't find it.

They've been searching for this person ever since they last heard about him.

But I really can't find it.

"Why don't we ask Kane? Doesn't he know everything?"

Ron said helplessly at the end.

Harry rolled his eyes at Ron. If Kane had said so, would they still be here?

Kane, whom the group mentioned, has been extremely busy these days.

Under the dome of the auditorium.

Kane and Professor McGonagall waved their wands.

The two people's hair colors appeared even more dazzling under the refraction of the ice crystals.

The two were simultaneously condensing snowflakes into needle-like pendant lights.

After completing these tasks, Professor McGonagall also praised them.

"Slytherin gets 10 points for millimeter-precise deformation control."

In the center of the Great Hall, the icy blue flame at the tip of the wand intertwined with Professor Flitwick's silver bell magic.

"Professor Flitwick, I think a real Christmas tree should look like this!"

Kane's voice mingled with the sound of ice cracking.

A twenty-meter-tall Norway spruce suddenly rises from the ground, with icicle-shaped chandeliers hanging between its branches.

Upon seeing this, Professor Flitwick automatically suspended a row of golden bells between the icicles.

As long as someone walks by below.

"Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way~~~~~"

Professor Sprout put a red Santa hat on his poisonous tentacles.

Kane was also tasked with helping the Beating Willow hang the colorful ball.

Outside, the wind and snow were howling.

Kane stared intently at the menacing Whomping Willow before him.

The branches of the century-old tree were whipping wildly through the air, shattering the colorful balls that Professor Sprout had hung up into countless fragments.

If that were all, Kane wouldn't be too angry.

But now the ball in Kane's hand has also been smashed to pieces by the opponent.

He unfastened his dragon-skin gloves, letting the snowflakes melt into warm water droplets in his palms, and suddenly stepped into the attack radius of the Man-Beating Willow.

The first thorny branch hurtled in with a whooshing sound.

Instead of retreating, Kane advanced, placing his palm, glowing with magical light, on the protruding branches of the tree trunk.

The willow tree felt the force coming from its own branches.

They immediately panicked.

When had it ever seen such a little wizard?

I stood in front of it and even grabbed its branch.

Fortunately, the young wizard quickly let go.

But when he pulled it back, he felt something was wrong.

The magical glow, which was originally the size of a palm, suddenly emitted an amber halo.

Then the fluorescence began to split, expand, and spread.

Like countless lit pumpkin lanterns swaying under the tree bark.

Soon the entire Willow Tree was covered in this magical glow.

At this moment, the trunk of the *Willow chinensis* emitted an old, grating sound.

He wanted to continue his attack, but the branch hovered three inches from the back of Kane's neck, its tip dripping with icy water.

All the branches of the willow tree were frozen into icicles.

"Either wear this for a month, or I'll freeze you to death right now."

Kane's threat made the somewhat intelligent Liu too afraid to move.

Of course, it can't move now because it's frozen.

Kane then removed the ice from the opponent and restored the colored lights that had been destroyed by the Willow.

As Kane stepped back, the jagged branches that had once shattered the carriage wheels bent into an arch on their own.

The willow branches curled up the gilded balls prepared by Sprout and hung precisely on the tips of each spike.

At this point, the "beating willow" was no longer the dangerous tree that inspired fear.

Instead, it has become one of the most unique and charming sights on the Hogwarts campus.

In the Potions professor's laboratory.

Snape's black robe swept across the frosted copper stills, ten crucibles steaming in the shadows, each a different shade of emerald mist.

After he waved his wand and flung the African tree snake venom into the crucible, the dark green liquid made the jade mist even denser.

He acted without the slightest hesitation.

"Filter the mistletoe juice three times."

Snape hissed with his back to Kane, his left hand unconsciously stroking the dried lily petals in the drawer beneath his black robes.

When the boy dripped moonshine juice into the fox-eating slime, the boiling potion suddenly refracted an amber halo, just like the shimmering light caused by Lily's mistaken addition of parotid gland grass in 1971.

The boy suddenly squatted down and pulled out a book titled "Advanced Potion Making" from the bottom of the storage cabinet, which was soaked in dragon blood.

The inside of the cover features a delicate lily drawn in red ink, with the initials "LE" hidden among the petals.

"Professor, the moonstone grinding method on this page has been rewritten... What kind of potion is this LE?" The boy held up the page, where a piece of bubblegum residue that Lily had stuck there years ago was still stuck in one corner.

Kane admitted that he did it on purpose, but so what?

The crucible group suddenly trembled violently.

The steam in the crucible condensed into ice crystals and gathered on the Christmas tree in the laboratory.

Snape's pupils contracted to pinpoints—the piece of chewing gum was a joke Lily had given him at Slughorn's Christmas party.

His eyes traced Lily's silhouette in the air.

Twenty-five years ago, the other party knocked over his moonstone, but it was also by chance that he discovered it could be ground in this way...

He continued processing the remaining potions, and the flying debris transformed into the phantom of eighteen-year-old Lily, smiling at the potion ingredient cabinet from 1975.

"Severus, look! My potion is glowing!"

The green smoke rising from the crucible formed a childhood image of himself among the icicles. "Lily, wait!" The boy in the smoke chased after the phantom. "I can explain the Mudblood..."

The buried memories began to play out images of the other person: by the fireplace in the Gryffindor tower, she was bandaging Snape's arm, which had been slashed by James.

"Severus, why do you always wear black?" Her fingertips touched Snape's black robes. "It makes you seem even more lonely."

Snape knew he was under a hallucination, but he saw Kane after the green poisonous fog dissipated.

Kane was wearing a face mask at that moment.

That curious look in his eyes was just like the way Lily raised her eyebrows at him while holding up the stolen wolfsbane potion.

Damn, this kid added an extra ingredient: poisonous tentacle flower stamen!

I knew this kid had no good intentions; he offered to help me concoct magic potions.

"Professor? What did you see?"