A few days ago, Karl finished writing "The Dawn Treader." Senior Judy was preparing to publish and release it during the Christmas holiday. The Obscurus Company sent him many copies, which he could use as Christmas gifts.
Of course, not all of them could be like this.
For example, Karl still prepared wool socks for Principal Dumbledore, but this time they weren't socks that would scream if his feet smelled.
Instead, they would cry! Cry! Cry miserably, lamenting heaven and earth!
Hope he likes them.
Additionally, after getting Dumbledore's permission, Karl copied the spell notebook once as a gift for Nina.
Since the little girl wanted to improve her strength, as her good friend, he had to help.
As for Professor McGonagall, Karl exchanged letters with Stebbins' mother, Madam Malkin, several times before finally getting the robe he wanted made.
It was Professor McGonagall's black robe from the movie, truly beautiful and handsome, especially elegant.
Oh! Right! And Snape!
Karl made a special trip to the Forbidden Forest, found a few Acromantulas, collected a lot of venom, and gave it to him.
To be fair, Snape should at least send back some Potions like Felix Felicis, right?
Not too much, just a few dozen pounds to taste the flavor first.
Hehehe!
"What are you giggling about?"
Professor McGonagall flicked Karl's forehead, the crisp sound indicating it was a good head.
"Ow! What giggling? I just remembered something happy!"
"What happy thing?"
"I also prepared a gift for the school's garden manager. He'll be super happy when he sees it."
Professor McGonagall looked at Karl suspiciously, "Are you sure?"
The mischievous smile on the kitten's face was undisguised; it didn't look like something that would make anyone happy.
"Of course!"
Professor McGonagall pinched Karl's cheek, "Alright then, don't ask me to save you when you get beaten."
Karl smiled confidently, "Don't worry! That old man can't catch me! He can only eat my dust!"
Professor McGonagall: ( _ ◎ )
Your relationship… let's call it friendship for now, it's really quite perplexing.
On Christmas morning, Karl got up and didn't even open his gifts; he went directly to find Grindelwald.
A heavy snow had fallen on Christmas Eve, and Hogwarts was now a beautiful scene covered in silver.
He came to the vegetable patch by the Black Lake and found Grindelwald clearing the snow in front of his cabin.
"Hey! Old man! Merry Christmas!"
Upon seeing Karl's arrival, Grindelwald, though pleased inwardly, still maintained his usual disdainful expression.
"Oh? The holiday is different, you kid can even speak human language now, but why did you come empty-handed?"
Yesterday he had seen the kid send many Christmas gifts from the owlery; did he not get one?
"I usually speak human language to humans and ghost language to ghosts. Old man, you look quite anthropomorphic today."
Karl habitually retorted, then, like Thor summoning Mjolnir, he pointed his hand towards the Castle.
"And I didn't come empty-handed! Watch closely! My Christmas gift to you!"
"Spiked Club, come! Ten Thousand Clubs Return to One!"
Under Karl's chuunibyou shouts, a large number of spiked clubs flew out from the Castle, heading straight towards them.
By the time the whooshing sounds and the thuds of impact stopped, the snowy ground in front of the cabin was densely covered with spiked clubs.
Grindelwald: (A threeA)
Looking at the many spiked clubs in front of him, then turning back to the lone spiked club outside the cabin.
At that moment, he had only two thoughts: first, all his hard work in making so many—they were all gone; and then—it was indeed this little bastard who stole them!
"How about it, old man? Happy? Surprised? Delighted?"
Watching Karl's smug expression, Grindelwald suddenly smiled, pulled out a spiked club, and instantly transformed into a berserker.
"You little bastard! Prepare to die!"
Karl, who was already prepared, took off running, "Old man, don't you have any manners? How can you treat someone who gives you a gift like this!"
"You stole my things and dare to return them? You haven't been beaten before, have you?"
After chasing him around the Castle for 2.5 laps, Grindelwald finally couldn't keep up.
Karl grinned at him, "Old man, do you want me to tell you a few fables to cheer you up? They are 'The Wizard and the Snake,' 'Mr. Karl and the Wolf,' and 'O'Linn and the Dog.'"
Grindelwald: —
"You brat, don't run! Stand still!"
Inside the Castle, Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, seeing this scene, could only shake their heads helplessly.
What a mess!
-------------------------
If you enjoy this story, you can read 70+ advanced chapters on Patreon!
Webnovel will keep getting 1 new chapter every day but Patreon readers can stay far ahead.
Maybe it's not a big deal now… maybe it will be later.
[email protected]/Greyhounds
"And If you're enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!"