Sir Is Really A Kind and Great Wizard!

Ivan, understanding Dobby's meaning, took a small box from the bedside table and handed it to him.

"No! I have a present for you too!"

Overjoyed, Dobby opened the box as fast as he could—to find a lone white glove inside.

"I only gave you a glove last time, so I made it up for you!" Ivan explained, then asked, "So, do you like it?"

"It's wonderful! Sir is such a good and great wizard!" Dobby nodded and screamed with excitement. He was shaking and sniffling as if he were about to cry.

Dobby did not expect Ivan to remember that it only had a left-hand glove, and bought another glove for it.

"Why don't you try it and see if it fits!" Ivan interrupted. He didn't want to hear any more of Dobby's creepy talk, which would make him think he had done something extraordinary.

Dobby excitedly pulled the gloves out and slipped them over his free right hand. He clutched the remaining empty boxes to his chest as if they were treasures.

Ivan looked at Dobby and shook his head in amusement, then turned his attention to the table in front of the bed. There were hundreds of packages on it, all piled up, some of them even falling to the floor.

"When did so many people start sending me presents?" Yvonne was surprised. She wondered if they were from the boys in Knockturn Alley, but decided against it. They wouldn't have the guts to send him presents.

Ivan, however, had no intention of turning the pages at once, and instead took out parchment and a quill to write to Luna, telling her not to rush off to the Forbidden Forest in search of the Tracking Tree and the Crumple-Horned Snorkack.

Hogwarts has not been peaceful lately, and it would be best to wait for a while and work with me.

He chose to deliver the letter rather than to do so himself, as he had already checked it with the Marauder's Map on the way back to the dormitory. Luna was in Ravenclaw's dormitory at the moment, and Ivan had no idea when she would come out, so it was easier to write.

When the writing was finished, Ivan opened the owl cage and tied the envelope around Marka's feet.

"For Luna, understand?" Ivan instructed.

The Macca nodded. It had delivered many times and was familiar with the routine. It flapped its wings and flew out of the window.

It was only then that Ivan turned his attention to the Christmas parcels, opening them to find that most of the presents were small, exquisite objects, presumably from his admirers.

He also found a new sweater from Mrs Weasley, a Christmas tree model from Harry, a dragon scale from Charlie, and a few bags of Bang Puffs from the Weasley brothers.

Finally, a book — The Tales of Beedle the Bard!

Surprised, Ivan picked it up and examined the picture on the cover, then realised that something was wrong. It was obviously a new drawing, and as he scanned the pages, he saw Luna's handwriting all over it.

On second thought, he realised that Luna must have made the book herself — she had written all the contents of The Tales of Beedle the Bard to Silence, then made the appropriate covers and fitted pictures.

Ivan was more or less touched. He certainly knew why Luna had given him this.

A few days ago, while practising Legilimency, he saw this storybook in Luna's memory and showed some interest in it, but little knowledge of its contents. It is likely that Luna sensed this and took the time to prepare this gift for him.

It did not help him much, but it was a well-kept picture book.

"That's strange. Where are Hermione's presents?" Yvonne put the book down again and looked around the table at the unopened packages.

Since the young witch had previously asked him about his Christmas present, it was unlikely that she had forgotten about it, leaving the possibility that Hermione was planning to give it to him at the Christmas Ball.

Ivan couldn't help but smile, looking forward to it. He was more interested in seeing how beautiful Hermione would look in a beautiful gown, to be able to dazzle everyone in their time and space.

However, there was still some time before the start of the dance, so Ivan sat on the edge of his bed, waiting for time to pass, and listening to Harry and Seamus chatting.

Ron was alone in the corner, fidgeting with his clothes, which could not even be considered a ceremonial robe. They looked like a very old-fashioned dress with pink lace at the corners, and he disgustedly used the Cutting Charm to remove the excess, which only made it worse.

Ron seemed to have realised that he would have to wear this embarrassing robe to the ball, and after fiddling with it for a while, he resigned himself to his fate and sulked in his chair. He glanced at Harry, who was chatting idly with Seamus, then turned his attention to the table in front of Ivan's bed.

Ivan saw that Ron was staring at it for a long time, so he curiously followed his gaze and saw a small package in the gap of the long table. It was probably stuffed in by the other gifts, so he had not noticed it until now.

Ivan strode over and removed the package, opening it to reveal a large bag of sweets, his favourite, though they were not signed or carded.

It could not have been from Hermione, as the little witch would never give anything so vulgar.

"Ron, did you give this to me?" Yvonne turned to him and asked curiously.

"Ah… right!" Ron looked stiff, as if he was ashamed to tell Ivan this, but eventually nodded.

"It's a great gift, thank you!" Yvonne said casually, not caring if it was cheap, knowing that Ron was not rich.

"Oh, I think I forgot your Christmas present for the year!" Yvonne exclaimed, suddenly slapping her head.

Due to Ron's previous quarrel with them, Ivan was worried that Ron would refuse the gift and end up in an awkward situation, so he did not prepare Ron's share.

However, when she saw the "gown" Ron was wearing, she had an idea and said, "But I think there's still time for a present, don't you?"

"No, no need to go to all that trouble…" Ron shook his head awkwardly and tried to refuse, but Ivan came up to him before he could speak and tapped him on the robe with his wand.

The next moment, Ron felt his "long dress" change rapidly, from a garish brownish red to a deep dark green, and the top part of his body widening and the bottom part narrowing, fitting him into a real dress.

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