Hogwarts' Golden Glory

Kane also remembered that the other party had once said they would give him a pet.

Kane remained relatively calm at this point.

After all, he often saw Dumbledore's Fawkes and always managed to get the other man to shed a few tears for him.

But the people next to him couldn't stay calm.

Lucius's pupils contracted sharply, and the serpent-headed staff nearly slipped from his grasp.

"This...this is a phoenix?" His voice was filled with disbelief.

"Merlin...this is incredible." Narcissa gripped Lucius's arm tightly.

Dobby stood beside Kane, his large ears twitching violently, his eyes wide open, almost popping out of their sockets.

His fingers unconsciously tugged at his tea towel, his voice high-pitched and trembling: "Young Master...this...this is a phoenix? Dobby has never seen such a beautiful creature before!"

He took a cautious step forward, seemingly wanting to get closer to the phoenix, but not daring to make any rash moves.

"Master...can Dobby touch it?" His voice held a hint of expectation and awe.

Kane could also sense Phoenix's joy at that moment.

Kane nodded. "Of course, Dobby. It won't hurt you."

Dobby reached out with trembling hands and gently touched the phoenix's tail feathers.

The phoenix turned its head, glanced at Dobby with its deep eyes, and then let out a gentle cry, as if to express its friendliness.

Dobby's eyes instantly welled up with tears, and he jumped up excitedly.

Her voice trembled with tears: "Master! It...it loves Dobby! Dobby has never been so happy!"

Draco was awakened by the noise in the hall and came down the stairs, rubbing his eyes.

His hair was messy, and he was still wearing his pajamas, clearly having just gotten out of bed.

"What happened? Why is it so noisy..."

There was a hint of dissatisfaction in his voice.

But when he saw the phoenix on Kane's shoulder, all his sleepiness vanished instantly.

"Merlin's beard!"

Draco's voice suddenly rose, his eyes widening, "Kane...this is...this is a phoenix?"

His voice trembled slightly, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

He strode over to Kane's side, his gaze fixed on the phoenix, his eyes flashing with envy and shock.

"How did you do that? Why...why did it choose you?"

Draco's eyes were completely drawn to the little guy, and he didn't even notice that there were several robed people in his house.

Kane shrugged, his tone relaxed: "Maybe it finds me more interesting."

Draco reached out, as if he wanted to touch the phoenix as well.

But the phoenix gently flapped its wings and flew to Kane's other shoulder.

Clearly, he wasn't very interested in Draco.

Draco's expression instantly fell, his voice tinged with grievance: "It...it doesn't like me?"

Kane couldn't help but laugh and patted his brother on the shoulder.

"Don't be discouraged, Draco. It will eventually accept you."

Upon seeing the scene before them, the men in long robes exchanged glances.

He was clearly very satisfied with everyone's reaction.

You should know that they put in a lot of effort for this phoenix.

The leading wizard stepped forward, bowed slightly, and said respectfully, "Young Master Kane, now that the gifts have been delivered, we will take our leave."

Kane's gaze swept over the several robed men, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

"Please wait a moment," he said, and the other person stopped in their tracks. "Since you have brought such a precious gift, I should reciprocate with something in return."

He turned and walked to the cabinet in the hall, taking out an exquisite wooden box from it.

Inside the wooden box were several packets of tea wrapped in silk.

The aroma of tea leaves instantly filled the air, carrying a subtle sweetness.

Kane took out a packet and walked up to the other person.

"This is Da Hong Pao tea from the East, it's extremely rare."

Kane handed the tea leaves to the leading wizard, his tone slightly teasing.

"Please tell that 'sir' that this is the last pack, and I hope he can drink it sparingly."

The leading male wizard took the tea leaves, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He never expected that the little wizard in front of him would actually give his master a gift in return.

He gently inhaled the aroma of the tea leaves, his voice tinged with admiration: "This...this is truly a rare treasure. Young Master Kane, you are too kind."

The other robed figures also bowed slightly, speaking respectfully: "We will convey your gift and sentiments truthfully."

Kane nodded, a meaningful look in his eyes.

"Then I'll leave it to you. Also, please tell that 'sir' that I look forward to our next meeting."

After several men in long robes left the manor with the tea.

Lucius walked to Kane's side, his gaze lingering on the phoenix.

He then asked, "Kane, who... could that 'master' be?"

"I don't know, but it's obviously not malicious, so there's nothing to worry about."

Kane answered casually, his gaze shifting to his new companion.

Meanwhile, at Hogwarts.

Harry Potter was sitting on the edge of his bed, surrounded by a pile of Christmas presents.

Ron sat next to him, watching with great interest as he unwrapped his gift.

"Hey Harry, this package looks pretty special."

Ron pointed to a small box wrapped in a dark green ribbon.

Harry picked up the box and found a card attached to it, with elegant and powerful handwriting:

"To Harry, I hope this gift will help you understand your mother better. — Kane Malfoy"

Harry's anticipation was at its peak when he saw that it was Kane's gift.

And the letter also mentions his mother?

He carefully unpacked the package and found a faded old photograph inside.

The background of the photo is the lakeside at Hogwarts, where sunlight shines on the shimmering water.

Two people were standing by the lake: a young woman and a tall, thin boy with dark hair.

The woman was Harry's mother, Lily Evans.

She was holding a book in her hand and seemed to be calling to the boy not far away.

The boy had his back turned, so all that could be seen was his slightly greasy black hair; his face was not clearly visible.

"This is...my mother?"

Harry said in a low voice, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside him.

He had never seen his mother so young; she looked so happy and carefree in the photo.

Ron leaned closer to look and whispered, "Your mother is beautiful, Harry."

Harry nodded, his fingers gently tracing the edge of the photograph.

It's as if you can feel the warmth of a mother through this photo.

Then he noticed that the signature on one of the boxes was Snape!

"It's Snape! Why would he give you a gift?" Ron exclaimed from the side!

Harry paused for a moment, then took out a tattered copy of "Basic Potions Improvement Notebook" from the box.

The notebook cover is somewhat worn, but it still shows that it was once carefully preserved.

He turned the pages of the book, which contained the other party's records of improved formulas, experimental insights, and unique perspectives on potion theory.

"Good heavens, has Snape gone mad?"