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In Aileen's eyes, Hogwarts Castle is a wondrous area in a state of quantum superposition.

Only when two or more people observe it simultaneously will the random paths of the castle collapse into a definite, correct route; otherwise, it will remain in an uncertain, random state.

Therefore, ever since the "Guiding Imps" appeared at Hogwarts, Aileen has never gotten lost again.

During the holidays, Aileen had been staying in the Gryffindor girls' dormitory – partly because it was one of the most popular common rooms, and partly because turning right out of the door led directly to the Headmaster's office, making it convenient for trips to the former Soviet Union or surprise inspections.

"It's so quiet..."

Returning to the Gryffindor girls' dormitory, Aileen glanced around at the neatly arranged bedding on the surrounding beds and sighed softly.

Not just Gryffindor, but as far as she knew, very few female students stayed at Hogwarts during Christmas, unless they were in a rebellious phase and arguing with their families; otherwise, almost all the girls would choose to go home for the holidays.

That was why she had no interest in opening gifts at all... Opening gift boxes alone in the dormitory was too lonely, and of course, more importantly, she had received too many gifts –

As the acknowledged big sister of the first year, she naturally received a small gift from almost every child.

Then, thanks to her outstanding performance in Quidditch matches over the past few months, most of the Quidditch team members in the school sent offerings to this silver-white demon soaring in the sky, to thank her for not killing them during the matches.

In addition, some older boys from Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, and Slytherin also secretly sent Christmas gifts and blessings with their own intentions – this batch was very easy to identify, all with identical pink heart-patterned envelopes, obviously purchased in bulk from Hogsmeade.

Of course, occupying even more space were the holiday greetings from the "Grand Ministers" chosen by destiny.

Aileen raised her head, looked at the mountain of gifts that was almost reaching the ceiling, and sighed helplessly.

"... Burly, move all of these things to the underground warehouse first."

Unlike the financially constrained young wizards, this group of old wizards who had lived most of their lives in the non-magical and magical worlds were quite generous. They had really put in a lot of effort in sending Christmas gifts to the "young Dark Lord."

Just glancing at them, from the latest model of flying broomstick to the latest black lacquer piano; from oversized unicorn plush toys to exquisite and adorable Golden Snitch sets; from various magical candies, known or unknown, to a dazzling array of common Western European or former Soviet sweet treat boxes...

"Oh, right, you can leave the food, give me a list of the rest later."

Aileen hesitated, thought for a moment, and added.

How could she, as the head chef of Hogwarts, be greedy? She was just afraid that the candies and snacks would expire if left for too long. As for the other non-edible gifts, she would wait for the house-elves to make a list and then slowly choose.

"No problem, as you wish."

The house-elf Burly bowed respectfully and snapped his fingers lightly.

The next moment, the mountain of gifts began to disappear piece by piece, quickly becoming much cleaner.

"Then, Head Chef Kaslana, what about the remaining gifts?"

"Besides the greeting cards from the professors, letters from my family, and greeting cards from my classmates, throw the letters from everyone else into the fireplace to be destroyed. The gifts are the same as before, make a list for me after unpacking them."

Aileen thought for a few seconds and said softly to the house-elf standing beside her.

"Yes, that's it. I'll unpack the rest myself."

The magical world is different from the ordinary world. Hidden in the envelopes, besides blessings, who knows if there might be a curse or a love potion, or some other strange thing.

As far as she knew, this kind of thing was not uncommon in the magical world.

Especially at Hogwarts, with these kids in the midst of their青春(qīngchūn - youth) and restlessness, Aileen didn't want to be charmed for no reason.

"Oui, Chef!"

The house-elf Burly put his left hand on his chest, bent down, walked to the pile of gifts, and carefully reached out his hand.

Pop.

With a soft sound, the elf and the pile of gifts disappeared from the dormitory.

In the empty Gryffindor girls' dormitory, only the Christmas gifts from Aileen's close friends and elders remained, as well as various candies, pastries, and snacks... Fortunately, there weren't too many of these.

"It looks much cleaner this way."

Aileen glanced at the pile of packages left by the bed and sat down on the soft carpet to rummage through them.

On top was a square, rectangular package wrapped in thick kraft paper. The delicate handwriting on the package cover was particularly familiar to Aileen: "Hermione to Aileen ~~ Merry Christmas!"

Slightly squeezing the package in her hand, a wry smile appeared on the white-haired girl's face. Opening it, it was indeed a thick stack of character biography novels, and the shining white teeth of the male wizard on the cover dazzled her a little.

Undoubtedly, the know-it-all Miss Hermione was reciprocating for Aileen's gift of "Advanced Mathematics" on her birthday.

"Gilderoy Lockhart...?"

Aileen glanced expressionlessly at the smiling wizard on the cover in her hand, and her fingers tapped thoughtfully on the man's face. This future Defense Against the Dark Arts professor seemed to be very popular with young girls for a while?

Speaking of which, the shipyard and the former Soviet Union are very short of Obliviators during this time...

Without hesitating for too long, Aileen casually took out a small notebook, wrote Gilderoy Lockhart's name on it, and silently drew a triangular eye symbol in front of it to mark it as important—rather than letting this wizard's persona collapse during the Hogwarts teaching process, it's better to let him shine in the field he's truly good at.

As a kind little witch, she has always been so understanding, and she is ready to protect this smile for Hermione.

As for whether Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart himself is willing, Aileen is not too worried.

After all, for any invitation and object of attention that she marks as important, the old men will pay a formal visit and lobby in groups of five, with a reserve team nearby preparing to respond if necessary.

In short, it is imperative to make Gilderoy Lockhart, who is still a novelist at this time, feel the sincerity from destiny.

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