Hogwarts' Golden Glory

Kane walked forward with a puzzled look on his face.

Even if Snape were stupid, he could tell at this point that the other party was doing it on purpose.

"Get out of here!"

Snape's usually cold face was now contorted with rage; he desperately wanted to unleash a spell on Kane.

Seeing this, Kane also left immediately. He was certain that the other party would try to trip him up the next time he brewed a potion.

This time, I've let the other party trick me into disposing of the potion as revenge.

The pain of unrequited love is the hardest to bear.

Kane put a lot of effort into decorating for this Christmas.

The professors at Hogwarts also spoke highly of Kane.

Even Hagrid, who didn't usually like the Malfoys, had a much better impression of Kane.

Without Kane, how many trees would he have had to carry to finish the Christmas decorations?

As the weather grew colder, Kane also had Draco move his training facility indoors.

"Kane, did you bring me here to find a troll specimen?"

"But I remember there's only a laundry room for house-elves here."

Kane led Draco to the eighth-floor corridor.

"Shut up, and think about the fact that you need a place to practice your spells."

Draco was about to refute something.

However, due to Kane's tyranny, they had no choice but to obediently comply.

Suddenly, a crack appeared in the stone wall.

Draco couldn't help but take a half step back upon seeing this.

It's a truly magical place.

Before he could react, Kane had already entered the room.

"Merlin!" Draco exclaimed, and followed him inside.

The room's ceiling was so high you couldn't see the top, and the floating candlesticks resembled the lights of the Quidditch World Cup.

Hundreds of deformable targets are suspended in the air, and some of them can even change shape.

"Kane, this..."

Draco was so surprised he couldn't speak.

Kane explained, "That's the Room of Requirement. It provides you with a room that suits your needs based on what you desire."

"Let's train in this room from now on."

Kane drew his wand and waved it gently.

The target in the distance immediately transformed into Ron, whom Draco now hated the most, his red hair dazzling.

"Try your petrification spell," he said with a smile, "consider it practice."

When Draco's spell hit the fake Ron, the target didn't react at all.

Draco's embarrassment spread from the tips of his ears to his neck. He frantically fired spells, but only managed to shatter a few candlesticks.

Kane sighed and reassembled the broken candlestick in mid-air.

If it were Hermione, she would have already succeeded.

"Draco, the choice is yours: great or mediocre," Kane said softly. "Remember, don't let your family down."

Afterwards, Kane also taught Draco some spellcasting techniques.

"Next time, bring your little followers and be more proactive. By the way, what's the deal with you and that Pansy?"

I've been learning spells for quite some time now.

Kane was also planning to go back to rest, but before leaving, he was still a bit gossipy.

Draco's face instantly turned red.

"We're just friends. I was injured a few days ago, and she came to visit me."

Kane smiled and nodded. They're all brothers; those who understand, understand.

Whose good friend is in the hospital and visits them every day?

Whose best friends always hang out together during class?

Whose best friends are they who can spend time together during breaks and meals after class?

Under Kane's watchful gaze, Draco could only flee in a sorry state.

Christmas is just around the corner.

Hogwarts was enveloped in a festive atmosphere.

Harry and his friends borrowed books from the library every day, and Kane naturally saw this.

Dumbledore was indeed not very considerate, instead of teaching Harry the information.

It would be better to properly cultivate Harry's spellcasting abilities.

From beginning to end, besides the Patronus Charm, only the Disarming Charm truly demonstrated Harry's power.

Meanwhile, Hermione was also researching this matter.

Hermione even came to him, wanting to ask him about Nicholas Flamel.

But Kane didn't say it, because he didn't want to offend the old man who liked candy.

Soon, Kane finally embarked on his journey home.

He stood before the gates of Hogwarts, dressed in a black robe with a few snowflakes on his shoulders.

Looking back at the castle filled with magic and memories, a slight smile appeared on her lips, her heart filled with anticipation for home.

After all, Christmas is like the Spring Festival in a major Eastern country, both being the most important and grandest festivals of the year.

Kane and Draco receive many gifts every year.

Along the way, Kane looked down at the snow-covered land and his thoughts drifted back to Christmas in his childhood.

Every year on Christmas Eve, Draco plays in the courtyard of the manor.

His father, Lucius, would help him decorate the Christmas tree on the estate.

Narcissa, the mother, watched with a loving smile in her eyes.

Soon, the Hogwarts Express whistle blew.

Kane and Draco had already changed their clothes.

As soon as Kane stepped onto the platform in his dragon-skin boots, a group of children dressed in new clothes rushed towards him.

Dobby's large eyes glistened with tears in the morning mist, and his pointed ears trembled violently with excitement: "Your Excellency, Master Kane! Dobby has been thinking of you for so long!"

Draco followed slowly behind, dragging his suitcase. Upon seeing the house-elf, he immediately frowned: "Why did Father send you...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Dobby had already used magic to levitate their luggage, the heavy boxes waltzing in the air.

"Dobby has learned the magic that Master Kane taught him!"

The little elf excitedly showed off the clothes she was wearing.

"Dobby also improved the iron; now it won't burn holes in Mr. Lucius's tie!"

Alright, Dobby, take us back first.

Dobby snapped his fingers, and a crisp crackling sound filled the air.

Kane and Draco only felt a blur before their eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, I was already standing in the magnificent marble foyer of Malfoy Manor.

Twelve crystal chandeliers lit up simultaneously, illuminating the gilded wall decorations with a dazzling light.

Stepping into the manor hall, a warm atmosphere greets you.

A huge Christmas tree stood in the center of the hall, adorned with dazzling gems, golden bells, and twinkling magic lights.

The ground beneath the tree was piled high with beautifully wrapped gifts, gleaming alluringly.

"My children!" Narcissa's voice came from the top of the spiral staircase.

She walked quickly down the steps, her silk robe billowing behind her like waves.

She hugged her two children tightly, as if she wanted to pour all the longing she had felt over the past few days into that embrace.

Father Lucius also came out of the study.

He was still wearing a magnificent robe, his expression carrying a hint of majesty.

But when he saw Kane and Draco, a hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes: "It's good to be back. You haven't eaten yet, have you? Let's eat first."