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Chương 408: Chapter 408 Ghost Gathering Place

When he parted, Felix gave her a small gift.

"What is it?"

"A recliner that comes with some interesting magic and is comfortable to sit on." Felix explained, "It's one of the new products of 'Future World'. I heard from Remus... Umm, Mr. Lupin who is in charge of managing the company, that you had sent a letter asking about the size of this product, and whether customization would be available... ... so I brought it along."

When he left, Madame Maxime and Fleur stared blankly at a metal box, which at the moment had been opened, and inside a capsule-like gadget had been placed on a red velvet cloth.

"I should have asked ...," Madame Maxime murmured.

" Did you write to the 'Future World' company?" Fleur asked with an odd look in her eyes.

" Can't I?" Madame Maxime grunted, "Didn't you also collect two small magic lamps at the light show?"

Fleur stuck her tongue out while twirling up the capsule, and examining it carefully for a couple of minutes without the slightest clue. So she handed it to Maxime, and Madame Maxime rubbed the surface of it, "Huh? The magic is unstable, it seems to be disposable."

Then she took out her wand and lightly tapped on it, the capsule made a "click" sound, and it cracked from the center, and Madame Maxime tossed it aside.

"Bang!"

A blue and bronze recliner appeared abruptly in the middle of the dining room, which looked at least three times bigger than a normal recliner, resembling a bed with a backrest and armrests - at least from Fleur's point of view.

But she wouldn't dare say that, as she encouraged Madame Maxime to try it out.

When the big-boned lady leaned her body on the recliner, a layer of colorless transparent air cushion suddenly emerged from the surface of the seat, "Huh? So comfortable, as if I am sitting on a cloud, the name『cloud chair』 is really appropriate ..."

Madame Maxim's face showed an intoxicated expression, watching this made Fleur's heart itch to try sitting on it instantly.

After a good while, she stood up from the recliner and said with a look of satisfaction, "There should be a fair amount of beneficial enchantments in it, not very potent, but together they can make the person lying on it extraordinarily relaxed, as if all troubles got forgotten, really a good stuff."

Fleur's eyes sparkled with stars, "Can I buy it? With this little thing," she pointed to the palm-sized box on the table, "it will only take an owl to deliver it, right?"

"As you heard, this product is not yet available and may have defects. I'm just experiencing it first, and will need to give suggestions when I am free." Madame Maxime said, "Put it inside the bath in my private restroom."

"Yes, Madame Maxime." Fleur responded as she moved the levitating recliner forward with her wand directing it as her eyes sparkled with excitement.

...

"You tampered with Olympe's gift?" Hagrid's eyes widened.

"Don't say it like that, it would break my heart." Felix sat on the couch in Hagrid's hut, with one hand scratching Fang's chin as it grunted in comfort and drooled.

"I didn't tamper with anything, on the contrary, we did our best as we could. The problem is, that the test versions don't always work as well as they should, especially with the lady with an unusual physique, the chances of problems occurring are even greater. Currently, the selected beta testers are provided with a set of instructions with easy methods of repairs. I just ... happened to forget to leave a copy for Madame Maxime."

Hagrid froze, then he buried his head in the product manual Felix had given him, mumbling quickly, "Softening Charm, Cloud Spell, Calming Charm, Placement Charm, Shaping Charm ..." He quickly flipped through a few pages, "Repair Manual ... list of frequently asked questions ..."

His eyes gradually brightened up.

Felix picked up the cage containing Aragog and brought it closer to Fang, his snout twitching as he sniffed hard against the cage, the old spider inside cowered in the corner, waving its large claws threateningly.

"Get away from me, you stupid mutt, and don't think I don't have much venom left ...," the old king of Acromantula said in a thick voice.

"You're looking pretty spirited." Felix said with a smile.

" Got used to it," Aragog said, the stiff black fur that covered its body had turned gray and white, and its two large claws dangled feebly below the cage as it said sadly, "Hagrid took me to the Colony once, and there was no place for me there now, and we got chased out ... I predicted this day, there is a bloodthirsty instinct in our bodies, and if I die naturally in old age, they are bound to eat me."

This batch of Acromantula in the forbidden forest has always served Aragog as their king, and Aragog was raised by Hagrid, so it can be said that they are far more docile in nature than the wild Acromantula, just like Thestral, which can almost be called as domesticated creatures. But the Acromantula was created without the word "docile", they were designed to guard the wizard's treasure troves and secret chambers ...

One day, they will become more and more ferocious, and at that time, it will be time for the Acromantula to disappear. However, it should take a long time before that happens.

Felix pondered, then looked up, Hagrid is looking at him with a smile on his face and tears in his eyes.

"I can see what you mean, Felix, you're just too sweet ..." Hagrid choked out, "Few people have been so kind and considerate towards me, even my dad... ..." He sniffled heavily and made a loud hiccup.

He then started to rush around, searching the various corners of the hut for magical creature materials, then he retrieved a complete hide with ash colour tusks of a Tebo Warthog, Unicorn hair, a stinger of a Manticore, and the wings of a Flower Fairy ...

"I recalled that you collected these materials, it's all stocked over the years, I picked these up when I patrolled the forbidden forest. The Tebo Warthog fell into a trap, located on the other side, and starved to death when I found it ... I also found the stick that the trolls use to smash things, it stinks terribly, but it can be used quite smoothly ... I washed it many times before using it exclusively to smash pumpkins, if you need it, it's just right behind the door."

"Oh, Hagrid, I don't need ... well, I'll just take a little, just the hide from a Tebo Warthog, I guess I can mix the fur of a Demiguise with it to make a protective coat, and of course, the stinger of Manticore is something I wouldn't say no to."

Meanwhile, Harry is drowsily sitting in his History of Magic class, and the other young wizards are acting pretty much just like him, dazed with a bit of confusion, as if they haven't woken up.

There were a few people - like Hermione, who insisted on taking notes, trying to hear one or two details not mentioned in the textbook from Professor Binns' breathy, trailing voice, Harry wiped the corners of his itchy mouth to wipe away the saliva, he looked around, Seamus is snoring lightly, Neville's head kept nodding, and every time his head reached the lowest the quill in his hand woke him up as he jerked his head up and wrote down the words he heard, and then within ten seconds, he was once again dull-eyed, his eyelids drooping, repeating the previous action.

Harry stealthily tugged at Neville's History of Magic notebook and glanced at it, the latest line being "The food in Classroom Seven is delicious." He covered his mouth to hold back his laughter, did Neville write it wrong? At the end of class, he learned the answer from Hermione's mouth.

"Classroom seven has become a gathering place for ghosts?"

"Didn't you guys notice that Professor Binns sounded a lot more hyper than usual?" Hermione said seriously, "He mentioned Classroom Seven three times in class ..."

"And you're the only one who can tell." Ron said.

"So, are we still going to the library today? I think it's waaaay nicer in the common room, and I don't want to see Mrs. Pince again. Have you noticed that she looks a bit like Filch? I mean the sunken cheeks, the parchment-like skin, and the long hawkish nose ... Huh, why does that sound a bit like Snape?"

Harry and Hermione laughed their heads off. After laughing, Hermione scowled and lectured him, "Don't you dare to speak of her like that, Mrs. Pince takes her job very seriously."

"Yeah," Ron muttered, "walking behind me when I'm picking out books and chasing us out with a floating feather duster when we talked too loudly ..."

" By the way, Harry!" He said excitedly, "I found out that Ginny won a Goblet of Fire replica from Professor Hap, the kind with flames! I wanted to borrow it to look at it, but she refused, I guess she is planning to give it to you for Christmas, how eccentric ..."

Harry did not say anything, but Hermione did, "No way! She wouldn't give it away, I heard her mention that she wanted to treasure it for the rest of her life."

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Chương 409: Chapter 409 Continue

The main theme of December is blizzards and snow; And compared to the whole vast world, Hogwarts Castle looks like a small animal wearing a white fur hat in the snow.

Like a Niffler.

A pair of Hogwarts students were standing in the yard chatting. "Come closer," Eleanor said, pulling a locket from her thin dress pocket while looking at it closely. "I remember seeing the dial to adjust the range at the edge ..."

The boy next to her hesitated and sat slightly closer. Caldwell watched her intently fiddling with the dials on the locket.

"What's this?" He asked curiously.

"A thermostatic pendant that Mom sent me." Eleanor explained as she kept her head down and examined it. "There!"

"What ... wow." Caldwell said in awe as he felt a warmth seep in a little through his cold clothes, a little uncomfortable at first as the heat made him suddenly realize how cold his outer layer of clothing was, but soon he squinted in comfort.

It seemed like the summer had suddenly returned.

"I wondered why you weren't wearing a thick wool cloak, but it turns out you have this ... thermostat chain!" Caldwell said, as his face was flushed from the heat, that he hurried to loosen the thick scarf wrapped around his neck.

"It's a thermostatic pendant," Eleanor repeated, and then brought the pendant towards him, "it has two dials on it, one to control the range and the other to control the temperature, it's a new product of the ''Future World'' company, and Mother mailed it to me right after the release via owl as soon as possible."

"Future World?" Caldwell heard another unfamiliar term.

"Oh yeah! That's a pretty famous company recently, and they were in the News for their new cool products, Magic Lamp Show, the collaboration with the Weird Sisters group. They have outlets in Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade ... They also have a list of their new upcoming products, a dozen of them, and I especially want that Emerald Crown."

Caldwell looked at her enviously, "You know a lot, unlike me who knows nothing."

"Because my mother is a witch, and she graduated from Hufflepuff - just like me, and she's the one who told me the little secret of the kitchen ..." Eleanor said with narrow eyes, she had moon blond hair and a bright round face.

"So you don't have to worry if you don't understand something, just come and ask me." She said, patting her chest.

They sat on a bench in the yard

"Look, that guy is a Slytherin, you can tell by the colour of his scarf."

"Those two girls are holding golems, props from Ancient Runes' Class, I guess they're looking for a secluded place to play."

"Ha, look at that guy, doesn't his clothes look like Little Wizard Mick? Especially the way he's scratching his head, so silly ..." Eleanor giggled.

Caldwell listened intently, then pointed to a man at a distance, "It's Professor Moody!"

The two went quiet, watching in silence as Moody dragged his one leg, walking towards them from a far distance for a while. They held their breath until he turned a corner and the "crunching" sound of snow finally disappeared.

"He's scary, isn't he?" Eleanor whispered.

"Yeah, you're right," Caldwell agreed. "You can't bloody guess how scary he was when he yelled at me that day they selected the champions, that bloody battered nose not three inches away from me when a young professor saved my arse... ..."

"Stop it." Eleanor immediately recalled the image of her being reprimanded by Professor Moody when she dyed Puffskein during class.

Under the effect of the thermostatic pendant, the bitter cold wind turned into a soothing spring breeze, with a coolness that made Caldwell feel comfortable. He felt that Eleanor had set the temperature of the pendant too high, that it felt like both of them were sitting by the fire of the fireplace, the surrounding snow with them as a center unconsciously fizzing away in a circle.

"What's that?!" Caldwell suddenly shouted, pointing at the snow on the courtyard, "There's something down there."

"I don't know." Eleanor said, pulling her wand out of her pocket and looking warily at the snow, Caldwell followed suit, but they are both still first years and haven't learned many useful spells.

"It must be some kind of living thing!" Caldwell said as they brought their legs up and placed them on the edge of their bench, watching carefully as something in the snow trailed a long trail before stopping not far from them.

Just as Caldwell began to ponder whether a gaping maw full of fangs would suddenly emerge, the snow bulged up with a small bump, "It's coming out!" Eleanor said nervously, with her one hand holding Caldwell's arm in a death grip.

"Don't… don't worry, it doesn't look that big ... I should be able to deal with it ... Huh?"

He was about to cheer Eleanor up when a pink beak poked out, revealing a furry head.

"Kee!"

Niffler Valen lifted her head and surveyed the surroundings through a layer of snow, then she paused briefly on Eleanor and Caldwell, before looking in the direction of the courtyard exit, after which her body once again burrowed deeper into the snow.

"What's that ... it doesn't look that scary." Caldwell said, as he couldn't help but flush, perhaps because Eleanor leaned too close to him, and that pendant made him feel a bit too hot.

"A Niffler." Eleanor said, "I heard from the Prefect that one of the professors in the school raises Niffler... Oh, crap."

"What's wrong?"

"We missed an opportunity! The Prefect said that this Niffler has lots of treasures, and no one knows what goodies she has hidden in her pockets; and if anyone meets her and has some trinkets in their pocket, they can exchange them with her treasures if she finds them interesting!"

"What could a Niffler possibly have, a pretty stone?" Caldwell asked, and that was all he could think of.

"More than that, I heard that twins gave this Niffler a box of Exploding Snap cards, and got a feather pen that could draw in the air, with drawn characters that would move ... and another student gave her a glowing grass and got a bottle of blue bubble blowing liquid in exchange. "

"Bubble blowing liquid?"

"You can hold a person inside that Bubble!"

Caldwell imagined a scene where Eleanor is inside a blue bubble, and he found himself looking forward to it. But that Niffler had already left, and he could only watch with bated breath as the Niffler left a trail in the snow.

...

Niffler Valen has been enjoying a rare holiday. She and that Great Devil have made a deal that for every hundred words she learns, she can stroll outside unsupervised.

Coming out of the courtyard and moving some distance away, she poked her head out again. She smelled a dozen familiar scents, then she selected one of them and moved there quickly. When she raised her head occasionally, she could overhear some plausible conversation -

"I'm only telling you, who made you my sister ... Professor Trelawney predicted that something bad will happen!"

"Well," a disinterested voice said, "who's going to die this time?"

"Padma Patil!" The one who spoke before sounded less pleased, "You should learn to respect the professor."

"Sorry, Ravenclaw only respects those who are truly knowledgeable."

Niffler Valen poked her head out of the snow and hesitantly made her way back when she saw twin sisters facing each other like they were about to cross swords.

"Look there, it's Niffler! Don't leave! I want to exchange something with you!" One of the witches ran towards her excitedly, which startled Valen, as she rushed into the snow and bolted away in a flash.

This time she became much more cautious. When hearing the sound of talking, she would deliberately slow down her pace. Soon, she picked up a familiar voice, no, three of them.

"The people of Uagadou are living in the igloo, don't they?"

"Fred, you are insulting my African friends, they have their own quarters ... The environment is indeed not great, but it is certainly much better than Durmstrang, the poor ghost ship that wobbles in the gale ... " said a voice that spoke quickly without sounding very upset.

"You really made friends with them?" Fred asked, somewhat surprised.

"Look at my braids, man, we're all going to get Eagle Hair Braid tonight!" Lee Jordan shouted like a protester demanding some perks.

"Oh, Lee, the Ravenclaw House students won't be happy to hear that ..." George said with a laugh.

Niffler quickly scurried away like a black shadow and found her target before entering the main castle building.

"That's an absolutely terrible idea." Ron said.

"I don't think so." Hermione said calmly.

"Don't you think it's outrageous? We crouched outside the Ilvermorny's campsite for two hours just to talk to those Pukwudgies... I almost died of fright when they pointed their arrows at me."

Harry remained silent, today he wanted to sleep after breakfast as it happens to be the weekend, but Hermione had dragged them to interview the Pukwudgies, asking them how their lives were in Ilvermorny, saying that they wanted to do a comparative study between them and Hogwarts house elves

As a result, those Pukwudgies unceremoniously drove them away, as for how he felt ... he is now completely wooden from head to toe, just wanted to hurry back to take a hot bath, with no desire to talk

At this time, a black shadow sprang out in front of him, and he subconsciously drew his wand, but stopped the moment he looked at the black shadow, "Valen!?" He shouted in surprise.

Niffler climbed up his shoulders and looked at Ron and Hermione arguing from a high position.

"Kiki (Go on!)!"

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