HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 328 Even if something goes wrong, it's still a gift

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft --

"Has the item been mailed?" Hermione sat down beside Harry.

"Yes, it was sent, including yours." Harry held up the letter in his hand. "I just got a letter from Sirius."

"You mean my gift goes with your godfather's?"

"Yes."

"And what about your and Ron's present?"

"It was sent out yesterday afternoon, a day later than your gift."

Hermione's face suddenly collapsed, "Although I am very grateful to Mr. Black, I shouldn't be in such a hurry. I should wait for you to send it together."

The book she was looking at was really good. She saw it in a bookstore in Dublin at Christmas. She didn't buy it for various reasons at that time, but now she can't go out of school to buy it. It was Mdar Sturluson's birthday, especially when both Ron and Harry decided to send presents, and she certainly couldn't be left out, so she asked Harry's godfather for a favor.

"Your complexion is not very good." Ron who was eating and drinking said vaguely.

"Our presents should arrive together!" Hermione clenched her fists.

"...I don't quite understand." Ron shook his head. "Well, Harry, I don't understand anything she's saying."

"The three of us are friends, and of course our gifts should be put together like friends!"

Ron was startled by her yelling, and then swallowed: "I still don't understand."

"Forget it." Hermione put her hand on her forehead. "I always forget this, you are not like me, you are male creatures."

Ron and Harry looked at each other, and this friend did confuse them sometimes.

"Well, I said Harry," Ron managed to change the subject, looking for something to say. "Are you sure your godfather also sent a gift?"

"He wrote so in the letter." Harry replied confidently.

"That's great."

"What if he pretends that this gift is from Harry out of embarrassment or some other conflict?" Hermione murmured.

The two male creatures looked at her simultaneously.

Hermione shrugged, "Isn't that possible?"

Harry stared blankly at the letter in his hand, "It seems very likely..."

There was a sudden burst of laughter at the long Slytherin table, and the students at the other three tables couldn't help whispering.

"Malfoy's not there," Ron said angrily.

Hermione turned around, "Are you talking to me?"

"Aren't you looking for Malfoy?"

"Why should I look for him? I'm not the only one watching, everyone is watching!"

"Yeah, everyone." Ron sneered.

Hermione's face darkened, "He is my friend, I did not ask you to accept him, although he is a Slytherin, but he is my friend, please respect this!"

"Well, friend, 'Good morning, Granger! Good morning, Malfoy! Good afternoon, Granger! Good afternoon, Malfoy! Good night, Granger! Good night, Malfoy!' Friends. Now that we are so close, why don't you guys be more honest?"

Harry tugged on Ron's arm, but Ron ignored it.

"Like 'Good morning, Hermione! Good morning, Draco!"

Hermione looked straight at him for a moment, and Ron didn't back down.

"What are you trying to say?" Hermione's voice trembled.

"He won't take a fancy to you. Obviously, your request is not up to the standard of the noble Malfoy family. The Malfoy family wants a daughter-in-law of pure blood, and she is a pure blood with a first-class family background. You are wasting your efforts, Herr Min, you're a Gryffindor."

"You want to tell me that the Gryffindor Mudblood is delusional?!" Hermione stood up and looked down at Ron. "You are really my good friend, pure-blood Mr. Weasley!" After finishing speaking, he left without looking back.

Harry called several times behind her, but failed to hold her back.

"Ron!!!" Harry couldn't believe it. "How can you do this?! You are... you are insulting her!"

"Please, don't talk to me for a while, don't talk to me, and leave me alone for a while." Ron put his hands on his head and groaned in frustration.

Harry let out a breath, slumped into his chair, and shook his head.

***

"Am I wrong? Just you?"

Hermione, who was sitting on the bench in the open air, put down the bread in her hand, looked up and smiled, "Good afternoon, Malfoy."

Draco pretended to look around, "Are you really the only one?"

"Come on!" Hermione moved the pile of books beside her. "Stay or leave, it's up to you. By the way, if you keep the bread, you can share some of it."

Draco glanced at the whole wheat bread in her hand with distaste, and sat down in a neat looking place.

"I can't believe it, you're really taking all the classes?" Draco picked up a book and flipped through it before throwing it back. "Can you turn your head around, and there are these homework, unless you have 48 hours a day."

"Thank you for your sharp point. In fact, I was already regretting it when I first yelled at Merlin why the day wasn't 48 hours."

"You don't need to compete with Rigby. I think the wisest decision I've made in my life is to give up trying to compete with my cousin who has the better memory." Draco laughed at himself.

"You really don't mind at all? Not jealous?" Hermione asked cautiously.

"Jealousy is admitting that you are inferior to others. As a Malfoy, this is an unforgivable sin." It seems that Rieger once said that, Draco thought for a while, and then said, "Besides, there is something more important than jealousy." The important thing is to be good friends with Rigg and keep our friendship going."

"It's enviable." Hermione said sincerely.

Draco looked at her for a moment, "So you fell out with two lovely boyfriends?"

"I'll say it one last time, they're not my boyfriends, they're just friends."

"Actually, there's nothing wrong with it. Really, don't stare at me like that. I can swear to Merlin, I really don't feel bad. This shows that you are an attractive girl."

Hermione narrowed her eyes, "If I told you, Ron thought the two of us—" the meaningful and abrupt end.

Draco froze for a moment, then murmured in surprise, "He thought we were...weasels! Brainless weasels!"

"Well, you understand how I feel."

"Hi, Draco." Pansy Parkinson came over after a long struggle.

"Don't step aside temporarily at this time, Pansy." Draco dismissed her decisively.

Pansy twitched the corners of her mouth in embarrassment, and avoided to the other side of the courtyard.

"You should be nice to her, she really—"

"Granger!" Draco cut him off abruptly. "I haven't interfered with your friendship, please don't interfere with mine."

"Okay, fine." Hermione had no objection. "Let's talk about something else."

Draco nodded.

"What did you get for Sturluson's birthday?"

"You mean Rigg?"

Hermione said, "I just knew a Sturlusson."

"You got Rigg a birthday present too?"

"Yes, it was mailed the day before yesterday."

Draco was stunned, and stared at her with a strange expression, "You said 'the day before yesterday'?"

Hermione shrugged, "It should be in time, right?" Then she noticed that Draco looked strange, so she said uncertainly, "Isn't it right?"

"The time when I sent the gift was probably today last month."

"...Last month? Is it too long?"

Draco smiled, "Who did you ask about Rigg's birthday?"

Hermione stood up abruptly, threw the book in her hand into Draco's arms, "Damn Ron! You're dead!" Muttering, she rushed out.

Draco was dumbfounded.

After a while, Pansy came over, and Draco said uncertainly, "Did she swear just now?!"

Pansy looked at him and said, "I want to swear too."

***

"Hermione? What's the matter? Running so fast?"

Hermione stopped when she heard the call, walked over quickly and said, "Do you know what month and day is Heimdall Strulusson's birthday?"

Ginny and Luna said in unison, "March 3."

"Oh, that's great, don't even think about it, you all know that!" growled Hermione. "Why didn't I know? Why did I believe it when I heard Ron's words? Why didn't I ask someone again?"

"You mean you got Rigg's birthday wrong?" Ginny asked.

"And sent a gift."

"It's too bad." Ginny and Luna exchanged glances, seemingly in high spirits.

"Wait, what 'little secret' is hiding from me?" Hermione, who was staring intently, obviously found out.

Ginny and Luna smiled at each other, then rolled up their sleeves and showed her their small wrists.A thin gold chain was tied to each of their wrists, and a miniature bottle the size of a peanut hung on each of the gold chains. The crystal clear glass bottles were very delicately crafted.The shapes of the two bottles are different, Ginny's is in the shape of a pink barrel, and Luna's is in the shape of a powder blue trapezoid.

"It's so cute!" Hermione was so jealous, she couldn't help reaching out to touch it, but was avoided by the two girls.

Hermione froze for a moment, and Ginny smiled at her beamingly, "This is a birthday present in return, and it came from a research laboratory in Durmstrang."

"Damn Ron!" screamed Hermione, turning and running away.

"...She just cursed my brother to be damned, shouldn't I respond?" Ginny couldn't make up her mind.

"Mr. Filch curses all Hogwarts students to be damned all the time, why don't we still live well." Luna disapproved. "Pretend you didn't hear it."

"Then let's continue what we just heard." Ginny smiled ambiguously. "Where did you talk? By the way, tell me about your Bulgarian boyfriend?"

"He's not my boyfriend yet."

"Sooner or later, isn't it?"

***

"Ron Ron," Harry said, pushing his friend, who was still dying of frustration. "She's back, Hermione's back!"

"...I'll just say it!" Ron sat up straight all of a sudden, "We are good friends, Malfoy, get out of here!" He was obviously so excited that he refused to admit it.

"You have to apologize to her, and you have to say sorry sincerely." Harry said quickly.

"I understand." Ron nodded hastily.

But before he could speak, Hermione ran over and said aggressively, "Ronald Peleus Weasley, tell me when is Heimdall Sturluson's birthday?"

Both Ron and Harry froze.

"Please tell me." Hermione paused every word.

"April [-]st..." Ron said weakly.

Hermione asked without changing expression, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure, the days are easy to remember, three months have passed since the new year...probably."

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Damn it's a memorable April Fool's Day!"

"What fool? What festival?" Harry asked uncertainly.

"April [-]st is April Fool's Day for Muggles, but now is not the time to explain it." Hermione continued, "Sturluson's birthday is March [-]rd, not April [-]st, just remember it correctly A 'three'!"

Ron opened his mouth wide open.

"At that time, I really should ask someone again." Hermione moaned, holding her head. "I will never trust men again."

The two male creatures were speechless.

"I'm going to make a fool of myself now, and my ugliness has even crossed the border." Hermione was extremely frustrated. For this strong little girl, giving the wrong gift was almost tantamount to committing a heinous crime. "Fortunately, I only wrote one sentence. I hope Sturlusson only noticed the first half of the sentence." But she also knew that this was whimsical, unless Heimdall suffered from selective blindness.

Ron turned the fork upside down: "My mother sends Rigg a birthday present every year, including my share. Of course, she must have made no mistakes. This year I told my mother that I would send it myself, but it turned out I misremembered his birthday, and it was almost a month late. If you want to compare who is more ugly, compared with mine, you are nothing at all. "

"Not only did I send the wrong date, but I may have sent two copies in tandem - provided Sirius didn't know the correct date and sent a birthday present in my name."

Hermione and Ron fell silent.

Harry said, "So, I won."

***

Durmstrang Junior College -

It was breakfast time again, and Heimdall was speechless for a long time in front of the two packages.

"What day is it today?" he said to Carlo.

Caro couldn't help but laugh, "Obviously they misremembered the date."

"That is to say, I didn't remember the date wrongly, and they did remember it wrongly?" Heimdall didn't feel anything about giving the wrong gift, and he didn't think he was offended. He was not that type of sensitive person.

Even if it's wrong, it's still a gift!He accepted it calmly, and decided to send a gift back, or send a gift to England to express their congratulations when they celebrated their birthdays.

"Then you have to find out, not everyone is indifferent to sending the wrong things." Rian reminded. "I've also had the experience of giving the wrong gift and, to be honest, the results were not pleasant."

Heimdall fiddled with Ron's package, which contained all the inventions of Weasley cards he had scavenged from his twin brother. Heimdall decided to try the effects of these things someday when he was free. The card said that it might There are unexpected surprises.Given the personalities of the Weasley twins, another decision Heimdall made was to take adequate safety precautions before experimenting with these inventions.

The gift Harry gave was a pair of dragonskin gloves rolled with zebra-colored fur, not a layer of dragonskin commonly used by British wizards, but a thicker style.Heimdall appreciates Harry's point. He thinks that Harry, like himself, is a more practical person.

Heimdall immediately put on the gloves, his hands seemed to be in warm water, and the fingertips became warm. He said softly to the gloves, "Thank you, Harry, I like it very much."

"You should put this necklace away and hide it well." Rian suggested while admiring the silver coin necklace, "This thing is probably old and very valuable. Tsk tsk tsk, these gems are as big as the eye of a needle, so perfect!"

Heimdall didn't speak, took off his gloves and put them back in the cardboard box.

In fact, he could tell at a glance whether the necklace was from Harry. He knew Harry's handwriting, and they had exchanged letters during Christmas.He once hesitated whether he should send it back because it had the Black family crest on it. Even though he was a country bumpkin and didn't understand the style popular in aristocratic families, he knew very well that things with the family crest should not be given away easily. people.

Heimdall didn't know what to do with the necklace.

"Then it's even better for Xina to put it away," Carlo said. "If Mr. Black wants to take it back one day, but you can't remember where you put it, you will be in trouble."

"It makes sense!" Heimdall looked suddenly enlightened, perhaps Mr. Black had already regretted it.

"This is very precious and valuable. It is a rare antique." Ryan emphasized again.

A certain head of the room behaved calmly.

Seeing him, Leon cleared his throat and said, "This necklace can be exchanged for a lot of Galleons, and you can't even fit Galleons in your robe pocket."

"Really?!" Heimdall became excited all of a sudden.

Ryan looked at Leon speechlessly, and Leon revealed in a low voice, "You have to tell Rigg exactly where the value is reflected, otherwise he won't understand, and he has no concept of antiques."

"Anyway, this thing is very beautiful." Carlo looked at the silver coin carefully.

Heimdall pursed his lips and did not echo Carlo's remarks.

is it beautiful?He looked at it for a long time, and they were all jewelry, but Nell's big gold ring with ruby ​​was much more pleasing to the eye.