Friday, December 25th, Christmas Day.
The entire city of London was already covered in a blanket of silver, and suburban areas like Privet Drive were especially covered in thick snow.
At first light, Harry stepped outside, shovel in hand, and began to clear the snow.
Two days had passed since they returned from Turkey. Howl, at Loreton's suggestion, modified the memories of Huckleton and the others.
The reason for them becoming ordinary people was changed to being caused by a trap left by the despicable Hailbo.
Now that the secret realm had been submerged by the deep sea, such a lie could not be verified, so—this was the truth!
As for the items stolen by the Hand of Glory over the years, they would require judgment and investigation by the War God Mountain Council.
Fortunately, Huckleton and the others, who had already become ordinary people, were completely powerless against the Greek Ministry of Magic's investigation, so a result should be reached very soon.
Furthermore, the Greek Ministry of Magic guaranteed that after they recovered the stolen items, they would immediately invite Howl to "appraise" the stolen cultural relics and artworks.
And the initial reward, under Loreton's operation, was offered with the Greek Ministry of Magic's utmost sincerity.
A branch from a golden apple tree.
The golden apple tree was discovered by the Greek Ministry of Magic in the fifteenth century, and it was the only one left in the world. It had since been taken in and protected by the Greek Ministry of Magic.
Its naturally shed leaves, branches, and fruits had always been given out by the Greek Ministry of Magic as important gifts in international exchanges.
In terms of preciousness, the fruit was a first-class national gift, followed by the branches and leaves.
However, in practical application, due to its perishability and inability to be planted, the fruit was completely less valuable than the branches and leaves.
At least, branches could be made into wands.
Yes, made into wands!
Howl threw this branch to Harry... As soon as he picked it up, he realized that this thing was not just a little different from the golden apple tree in myths and legends.
Of course, it was also very good.
But it was useless to him.
While he was shoveling snow, an owl soon flew over, clutching a square, gift-wrapped package tied with a decorative string.
The owls in the Wizarding World had been selectively bred by generations of Wizards; they were very intelligent and constantly emitted a small amount of magic that reduced their presence.
Strictly speaking, the Wizards' owls were already semi-magical creatures.
Harry put down his snow shovel, breathed on his somewhat stiff hands, and then took the package.
"Thank you," he first thanked the dusty barn owl, then looked at the small note on the package.
For Howl Jenkins, Merry Christmas, Professor Cat — the gift is NOT a scarf!!
"How bold." Harry twitched his lips, carrying the gift and the snow shovel back into the house.
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