Ron-Weasly book 1. V2 part 10-2

"Don't send me there, don't you see the enemy horse? Better send that one over there, his loss won't make any difference."

Unfortunately, my friend listened to the advice of the figures and everyone around him. Unsurprisingly, he blew a huge bill. Besides, even though I explained to him how to control the pieces, it's quite difficult to do this with someone else's chess. They get attached to a particular host and don't want to listen to others.

On Christmas Eve, I went to bed looking forward to a festive breakfast and fun. In the morning, I was woken up by Harry, who noticed the boxes and bundles by his bed.

"Good morning," I said sleepily as Harry got out of bed and threw a robe over his pajamas.

"Same to you," Harry replied automatically, staring at what lay by his bed. "Look at that — these are gifts!"

"I thought they were pumpkins." I joked, hanging off my bed. She had more presents than Harry. Considering how many relatives I have in the magical world, this is not surprising. I quickly looked through my pile, keeping an eye on my friend.

This is another burgundy sweater from Mom and sweets. It's from Aunt Muriel, she knows I like chocolate. It's from Hermione. Sugar-free, of course. It's from Grandma Lucrezia. I lovingly stroked the fabric of the brand-new warm trousers. It's from the brothers. I doubtfully put the gift away from Fred and George. Last winter, I went blue for half a day. Bill sent me a silver-plated dagger and a book with a manual for it. Charlie has a dragon figurine. And Ginny's just a postcard. Well, Dad sent me an enchanted cassette player with a couple of cassettes with songs by strange sisters.

I wrote to him that I liked Harry's player and I would like to have one for myself. And Dad, after he enchanted Harry's player, began to enchant players for sale to Muggleborn magicians. A large smoked pork ham.

Harry quickly unpacked the top package. The gift was wrapped in thick brown wrapping paper. There was a rough-hewn flute inside — most likely, Hagrid had carved it out of wood himself. He likes to carve wood and then sell his crafts in Hogsmeade. Harry brought it to his lips and extracted from it a sound similar to the hooting of an owl.

The next gift was in a gift box with a bow and was a piece of thick paper. Harry shook out two pairs of warm knitted socks from the box. Some are burgundy, and the second is golden yellow.

"Nice to meet you," Harry commented. "she knitted me socks anyway."

"who"?

"My Aunt Petunia. She asked me to write if it was cold at school, saying she would knit me socks."

"Cool, she's just like our mom."

"They're just right for winter boots, they're a little too big for me. I wonder who else could have sent me a gift besides the Dursleys and Hagrid?"

"I think I know who it's from." I blushed slightly, pointing at the bulky package-It's from my mom. I wrote to her that there would be no one to give you a gift..."

I got a lot of red paint, after all, it's a homemade sweater and all that.

"Oh-Oh-Oh," I moaned. "I wish I'd thought of that before. She knitted you a Weasley branded sweater..."

Harry tore open the package, revealing inside a thick, hand-knitted emerald green sweater and a large box of homemade sweets.

"She knits sweaters for all of us every year for Christmas." I muttered unhappily, unwrapping a gift from my mother. "And I always get the maroon one."

And I look like a tomato with my hair in it. Although aurors generally wear scarlet robes.

"Your mom is just great," Harry remarked, tasting the sweets, which were, of course, very tasty. Mom is generally good at baking.

The next gift was also sweet, a large box of chocolate frogs sent by Hermione.

Then Harry discovered my chocolate. And he took a bite. Well, yes, milk chocolate with nuts in the Sweet Kingdom is delicious. Even people from other villages come there to buy sweets.

I rummaged through my pile of gifts, and found a box of delicious nuts from Harry.

There was one more bundle left. Harry picked him up from the floor. He slowly unwrapped it. Something airy, silver-gray fell out of the bundle and, with a rustle, gently landed on the floor, glistening with folds. I opened my mouth wide in amazement.

Wow. This is...

"I've heard of it," I said in a strangled voice, dropping the box of mints Hermione had sent on the floor without even noticing it. "If this is what I think it is, it is a very rare thing, and very valuable."

"And what is it?"

Harry picked up a shiny silver cloth from the floor. It felt very strange to the touch, as if it was partially made up of water.

"It's an invisibility cloak," I whispered in awe. "I have no doubt that this is her, try it yourself. Put it on."

Harry draped the cloak over his shoulders.

"It's her!" I yelled. "Look down!"

Harry followed my advice and did not see his own feet. He darted like lightning to the mirror. His face was still there, of course, but it was floating in the air because his body was completely missing. Harry pulled his robes over his head, and his reflection disappeared completely.

"Look, there's a note!" I called out to him. "A note fell out of it!"

Harry took off his robes and picked up a piece of paper from the floor. The writing on it was done in a very small handwriting with curlicues, something I had never seen before.

Harry was studying a strange note written by someone unknown, and I was still admiring the robes.

"Yes, I'd give a lot for one," I confessed. "Hey, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing," Harry shook his head.

Before he could say anything, the bedroom door burst open and Fred and George burst in. Harry quickly hid his robes under the covers.

"Merry Christmas!" Fred shouted from the doorway.

"Hey, look!" George exclaimed, turning to his brother. "Harry also got a Weasley branded sweater!"

Fred and George were wearing brand-new blue sweaters, one with a large yellow letter "F" embroidered on it, the other with a letter "J" of the same color and size.

"By the way, Harry's sweater looks better than ours." Fred admitted, turning the gift Harry had received from our mom over in his hands. "He's not a family member, so she knitted him much harder."

"Why aren't you wearing your sweater, Ron?" George protested "Come on, they're not only beautiful, they're also very warm."

"I hate burgundy," I moaned, pulling on my sweater. "I'm like a tomato in it."

"Come on, cherry. Look, George, he's got a sword and a shield, like some kind of knight."

"And there are no letters on it," George chuckled, looking at me. "I guess she thinks you won't forget your name. And we're not stupid either-we know very well that our names are Dread and Forge."

The twins burst out laughing, pleased with the joke.

"What's all that noise?"

Another red head poked through the door, Percy's, and he didn't look too happy. Apparently, he had already managed to open his gifts, at least partially, because he was holding a rough-knit sweater in his hands, which Fred immediately snatched from him.

"Yeah. The letter "P" is here, that is, the prefect. Come on, Percy, put it on — we've all already put ours on, and so has Harry."

"I... don't... I want to," I heard Percy's hoarse voice, as the twins had already pulled a sweater over his head, knocking off his glasses.

"And remember, you won't be sitting with the elders at breakfast today, but with us." Instructive, George added. "Christmas is a family holiday."

The twins pulled a sweater over him, so that his arms did not get into the sleeves, but were pressed against his body. And, grabbing my older brother by the scruff of the neck, we pushed him out of our bedroom.