Regarding this question…
Howl glanced at Lucifer, who was giggling foolishly.
There really wasn't, Lucifer, as a homebody fire, meeting Fawkes… could only be described as destiny.
After breakfast, after clearing the kitchen waste, Harry also began to unwrap his gifts.
Hermione sent him a small trinket from Austria, while Malfoy selected a book from his own study for him.
"Unveiling Advanced magic I"
And left a message: "I read this book when I was eight, so you can have a look."
There were also many other gifts, such as a jar of cockroach clusters from Dumbledore, animal masks from the Weasley Twins which, when worn, resembled a snake head, and a note teasing him as "Slytherin's heir."
And… an unsigned gift.
Harry unwrapped it, and an old notebook fell out.
"This is…" Harry picked it up, opened the pages, and immediately saw the name.
Lily Evans.
At the same time, a note tucked inside also fell out.
"Don't waste the talent you have and bring shame to her."
Harry stared blankly at the note, then shifted his gaze to Howl.
At this moment, Howl was holding a small bottle and muttering: "Why is it Felix Felicis again, such a useless thing."
And in Howl's hand, there was also a small note. Harry quickly noticed that the color, thickness, and size of that note… seemed no different from the one in his own hand.
"Uncle Howl, who sent this to you?" Harry quickly asked.
"Severus." Howl casually crumpled the note into a ball and threw it behind him; the paper ball fell directly into the fireplace and ignited.
It just said one sentence—I owe you one.
That was so Severus; you couldn't expect this person to utter words like "thank you."
So Howl planned to remind him when they got back to school that it was two!
At the same time, he also saw the old notebook and note in Harry's hand.
"It seems Professor Snape sent this to you? Is it his old notes?"
Harry nodded blankly, then shook his head: "It was indeed sent to me by Professor Snape, but… this is my mother's notebook. Professor warned me—don't waste my mother's talent."
"Oh, yes. I once heard Dumbledore mention that your mother was very good at Potion Class, and your father's family started out with Potions. By the way, how are you doing in Potion Class now?"
"I'm currently trying to brew fifth-year Potions." Harry nodded, then shifted his focus back to the notebook.
"Uncle Howl, Professor Snape and my mother, they are…"
"I don't know that either." Howl shook his head helplessly: "The answer to that question, you might have to find it yourself."
"Alright." Harry nodded helplessly, then suddenly thought: "Oh, by the way, Hermione said she wants to come over two days after Christmas, with Mr. Granger, do you know about that?"
"Of course." Howl nodded, opening the last package.
Unexpectedly, inside was some candy and two or three bound drafts.
"Dear Mr. Howl Jenkins,
Merry Christmas. I'm not sure what you like, so I bought some candy as a small token of my appreciation.
Thank you for not reporting the fact that I am an Animagus to the Ministry of Magic and other organizations, giving me a chance to correct my mistakes.
I have deeply realized my errors. As you said, I am indeed not a qualified reporter. Previously, I had gone astray, but fortunately, you corrected me from the wrong path.
Regarding the events that occurred at Hogwarts recently, other subordinates and writers at the newspaper intended to publish some misleading reports.
From this, I realized that my achievements had created a wrong example, thereby harming the entire journalism industry.
Fortunately, it's not too late. I intercepted those manuscripts and, after communicating with Headmaster Dumbledore, guided the reports towards the facts.
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