HP: By the lake of Snake Garden, flowers bloom on the other side

Holding these gold galleons in her arms, Lycoris rolled over on the bed.

Pocket money, I can actually have pocket money.

The smile on the girl's face could not be suppressed, and she would let out silly giggles from time to time.

Now that she had money to buy Christmas gifts, Licoris got up and started writing a letter.

Tomorrow I will ask the owl to fly to Diagon Alley and buy gifts for people I know.

Godfather, buy woolen socks.

In the West, wool socks represent family affection.

It's a great idea to buy socks for dad.

Because of Slytherin's geography, people always feel cold psychologically, so wool socks keep them warm.

After thinking about it, Licoris also chose the women's model for herself.

Special note: It should be green, not red.

I need to go to Tuofan Finished Products Store to write this down.

Malfoy, Lycoris wrote a name and left it blank on another line.

She didn't know what to choose for him, it seemed like he lacked everything.

Nott, the funny things in the joke shop should be suitable for him, let the shop owner get gifts that match the Christmas atmosphere, perfect.

Hermione loves to study, and a full set of color-changing inks from Ji Shu Supplies and Stationery Store is perfect for her.

All deans must have gifts. Respecting teachers is a good thing, and Lycoris has no intention of changing it.

Licoris chose the gifts she thought were suitable and wrote them on the paper: Professor McGonagall's black tea gift box, Professor Sprout's set of planting tools.

Professor Flitwick's wine-filled chocolate - I originally wanted to choose wine, but minors were not allowed to buy it, so I settled on wine-filled chocolate.

After thinking about it, Licoris made another one. The principal also gave this one because he likes sweets.

If Professor Snape is simply regarded as a teacher, a set of crystal bottles would be worthy of his status as Potions Master.

Licolis finished writing down the people she could think of, and looked at the blank Malfoy line, not knowing what to write.

This little worry about choosing gifts for Christmas caused Licoris, who was still in confinement, to throw the useful ones into the useless bucket when she was handling the raw materials.

"Perhaps you can take a look at what you are doing." Snape looked at his goddaughter whose mind was wandering and held back his anger.

"I'm sorry, Father," Licoris stopped what she was doing, "Father, how did you spend Christmas?"

"I can't wait for Christmas." Snape saw her being lazy and didn't say anything. He lowered his head and corrected his homework.

"Isn't it just Christmas? What about other holidays?" Licoris knows that for Westerners, Christmas means the same as the Chinese New Year.

Is there anyone else who doesn’t celebrate the Chinese New Year?

That was too lonely.

"I can't live up to any holiday." Snape said in a natural tone without raising his head.

Licoris was a little sad, she knew why the godfather didn't attend any festivals.

That pure white jasmine flower withered in that late autumn. From then on, there was no longer spring or summer in his world, only cold winter.

Desperate, lifeless.

The office was quiet. Snape looked up and found his goddaughter looking at the slug in front of her with a sad expression.

"If you don't want to deal with it, you can go over there and read a book." This shouldn't be serious, right?

Snape was trying to be a good father, but was clearly still very raw. He thought the girl's expression meant that she didn't want to deal with the raw materials for the potion anymore and was too embarrassed to speak, so he considerately asked her to rest. How did he know that his goddaughter was deeply sad for him.

"It's okay, father, I'll just go and rest after I finish processing." Licoris responded to him and continued to process the potion materials.

In the office, the girl dealt with the slugs quickly, and the young man lowered his head to correct his homework, dipping his quill in ink from time to time.

For a moment, there was an atmosphere of peace and tranquility.

"Father, what gift do you want for Christmas?" The girl finished getting the potion ingredients and started reading the potion book. She couldn't help but chat with her godfather.

Lycoris knew that Professor Snape didn't expect anything from anyone, but she still asked deliberately.

"I don't need gifts." After saying this, Snape felt a little stiff and added, "You kids can just give each other gifts."

"Then who does father usually give gifts to? What to give?" Lycoris looked at him with her chin in her hands.

"Send some potions to Lucius." Snape said this and stopped.

After a moment of silence, Licoris asked hesitantly, "No more? Don't the others have anything?"

Snape looked up at her, and he saw the surprised look in his eyes.

What's surprising is that Snape didn't have much of a social life.

"I mean, you won't give Christmas gifts to the principal or Professor McGonagall?" Lycoris could imagine that Professor Snape did not socialize, but it did not mean that there was no human contact between teachers and colleagues.

"If they need potions, they will go to Madam Pomfrey." Snape closed the homework in his hand and changed it.

What else could Licris say?

"What Christmas gift will Mr. Malfoy give you?" Licoris was very curious. After all, this was the only person the godfather gave Christmas gifts to.

"Rare potion raw materials." Snape answered his goddaughter's curiosity, completely ignoring her shock.

You are really good friends, one gives each other high-grade potion finished products, and the other gives each other rare potion raw materials.

"I was thinking about what Christmas gift to give to Mr. Malfoy." Lycoris expressed her worries and complained, "Father's answer has no reference value, and I don't know how to make advanced potions."

Snape paused subconsciously after hearing those words, and his quill left an ink dot on the parchment. He continued to move his wrist and finished correcting the book.

"I can prepare two high-level potions." Snape watched his goddaughter kneading the corners of his plain robe, wondering what he was thinking.

"Ah? Can you prepare it for me?" Lycoris naturally understood. "Then why don't you give it to me, father? I can think of one for Malfoy."

This is how profiteers make the difference.

Judging from her expression and state, it seemed that he was overthinking, so Snape continued to correct his homework.

"what ever."

"Then it's agreed. I'll go back to sleep first. Good night, father." Lycoris said goodbye to Snape happily and returned to the girls' dormitory.

Malfoy loved three things in his life: losing potions, making potions, and Quidditch.

He couldn't tie up Potter and let him beat him up, not even in the first place.

His family had no shortage of raw materials for making magic potions, and he even had enough to give to his father. When it comes to the finished product, my father will send me high-grade magic potions, and I won’t have to worry about it.

That's Quidditch. From the outside, I can't get autographed photos of famous Quidditch players. From the inside, the school team has stopped playing Quidditch this year.

Licoris thought for a while, how about custom-made Quidditch accessories?

Now that Christmas is coming, it can't be too late.

Okay, let’s get Quidditch ornaments for birthdays and chocolates this Christmas.

I feel that most people in the West like to eat sweet things, but China has the highest evaluation of desserts: this one is not sweet.

When indecisive, chocolate.