A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts

Chapter 254: The Gift

On the morning of the next day, Christmas finally arrived.

Felix Harp woke up early and emerged from his bedroom to find the small Christmas tree in his office surrounded by various gifts.

With a cheerful mood, he began to unwrap the presents. "A book, not bad," he said as he set aside "Forgotten Ancient Magic and Spells". "Unfortunately, I've already read it."

"Oh, Trixie sent me a gift?" Felix Harp thought his eyes might be playing tricks on him. He looked at the signature on the note again, and yes, it was indeed from Sybil Trelawney. He opened the wrapping to find a long string of pearls, a piece of jewelry that could fit three of him inside.

Reading the contents of the note, as cryptic as usual - "To offer protection in the darkness." Felix Harp shrugged. "You truly have your ways. I've dropped out of your class, and yet you find a chance to give me a prophecy."

He decided to mail a barrel of Honeyed Firewhisky from his three broomsticks as a thank-you gift. Well... note it down for later, tackle it along with the rest of the gifts.

He then opened another package, which turned out to be "The Quidditch Beater's Bible" from Professor McGonagall. He casually flipped to a page that boldly stated, "First Principle: Knock the Bludgers out of the way," and he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Felix continued to open the gift boxes, most of which were books, and a considerable portion of them he had already read. In that moment, he empathized with Dumbledore's dilemma.

He muttered to himself, "Many people think they should give me books, assuming I'll love them."

Fortunately, Dumbledore had given Felix a handcrafted silver item, similar to the trinkets on the Headmaster's desk. When touched gently, it sprayed out clusters of mist. Hagrid gifted him a large bottle of Acromantula venom, and he wasn't quite sure how to use it. Perhaps he could pass it on to Professor Snape next year? Snape gave him a small bottle of potent antidote. "A perfect pairing with the Strengthening Solution you received last year," he mused.

Professor Flitwick presented a fancy hat, and even Lupin contributed some magical creature materials. Judging by their processing methods, Felix guessed that Lupin had "acquired" them himself.

Among these gifts, he found one unmarked gift box that had just arrived that morning. Upon opening it, he discovered a clay figurine inside.

From the figure's black hair and blue eyes, Felix recognized it as a representation of "himself."

Though there was no signature, the distinct earthy smell of the clay was familiar to Felix. He picked it up and examined it for a moment before putting it away.

The unwrapping process continued for an hour, and he noted down a list of names on a parchment next to him. These were the ones he needed to give gifts to.

"Hmm, even Christmas requires work."

...

At the same time, Harry and his two companions arrived at Hagrid's cabin.

"Hagrid, open up! It's us!" Harry knocked hard on the door as Fang excitedly pushed his way out, his slobbery tongue licking their hands and leaving a cold sensation as the wind carried the moisture away.

The door swung open, revealing Hagrid's disheveled beard-covered face. "You're here pretty early today, don't really need to be— the hearing's not till summer, gotta get myself together... hic!" He burped, a sour breath that hit Harry's face.

Harry quickly squeezed through the gap in his arm, finding the cabin's fireplace roaring with flames. Stacks of firewood were piled nearby, and Buckbeak lay in the corner, a large iron bucket in front of him.

Ron followed, brushing off the snow from his feet. "Hey, Buckbeak, how's it going?" He glanced at the bucket, where squirming, finger-sized white worms were visible. He looked nauseated. "Hagrid, what is this? Looks like giant maggots or something..."

Hagrid lifted Hermione up, as if he were carrying a small creature. "Oh, thank you!" Hermione exclaimed in a flustered tone. Hagrid glanced in the direction Ron was pointing, and in his booming voice, he explained, "Those are Blast-Ended Skrewt larvae, something you'll be learning about. They're easy to care for, eat just about any plant, I'm off to the kitchen to see what's left to feed 'em."

Ron stammered, "Don't tell me you're planning to make us raise these in class?" His face turned as pale as Draco's.

Blushing, Hagrid replied, "I might not have much focus for teaching in the classroom for a while, you see, because of Buckbeak... but actually, Blast-Ended Skrewts are quite good, safe, and they've got value all over. Their slime can be used in potions, and they can serve as food for other creatures."

Concerned, Hermione interjected, "Don't do this, Hagrid. We—we're here for Buckbeak's case."

Harry and Ron nodded together, attempting to dissuade Hagrid. "Don't lose hope, Hagrid. You're still quite popular," Ron said, "Except among Slytherins."

Since the incident in the first class, Hagrid had worried he might be dismissed. However, after Felix Harp reassured him, he felt at ease. Following Felix's advice, he taught classes on creatures like unicorns, Crups, Bowtruckles, Doxies, and Snidgets.

Except for the classes about Acromantulas and Augureys, the feedback had been rather positive.

For instance, the young unicorns, with their golden fur, were utterly charming and looked like creatures straight out of the most wonderful fairytales.

The Crups, chubby and covered in fur, were flightless birds, but they were remarkably agile and could teleport from one place to another in an instant. While their moves weren't long-range, they were effective at evading most dangers.

As for the Doxies, they had a human-like appearance with the addition of insect wings on their backs. Despite their generally low intelligence, their tendency to bicker over trivial matters unexpectedly struck a chord with many young witches, especially the girls.

Hagrid regarded them skeptically, but the trio immediately bombarded him with their explanation of Felix's suggestion.

"Will this work?"

"Give it a shot, Hagrid! It can't get worse."

So, Hagrid penned a letter to Professor Kettleburn. The ink on Hagrid's note was nearly solidified on the windowsill, but it was Hermione who conjured a bright blue flame to melt it.

As they exited Hagrid's cabin, Hermione said with hope, "I really hope Professor Kettleburn can influence the Ministry."

Harry and Ron wore expressions of agreement. However, in the next moment, Hermione's demeanor turned serious. "Harry, I still want to discuss the matter of the Firebolt with you."

"Oh, come on, Hermione. Today's Christmas," Ron protested.

"And so what? You don't mind trying the Firebolt? I need to remind you—it arrived anonymously, no sender's name, no note, nothing!" Hermione exclaimed sharply.

"Is that so? Do you know what I think? I hope you'll take better care of your cat and stop letting it sneak into the dormitory!" Ron's volume also rose. "Crookshanks has had it tough!"

Harry looked resigned. The two of them had argued multiple times over Hermione's cat—Crookshanks. The cat was truly peculiar, always eyeing Ron's pet, Scabbers. While it was common knowledge that cats ate mice, Harry genuinely wished Crookshanks would try a different diet—even if it was a juicy spider.

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