When Harry sat down, he was still clutching the cloth bag containing the remains of Nimbus 2001. The other two "old men" in the office had already roughly guessed what Harry was visiting at this time.
"Minerva came over during the day today, told me about your situation, and mentioned your broomstick by the way-"
Surprisingly, Professor Brain, who was the director of this office, did not speak and just stared at him with shining eyes. Instead, Professor Lupine rubbed his hands on the strong flames in the fireplace and walked over lightly.
"It's obvious that she is worried about the future of the Gryffindor team this year."
Harry's face suddenly darkened, including his mood. Because he once again succumbed to the power of the Dementors, the Gryffindor team was now only one step away from being eliminated...
Harry suddenly thought about whether he should apologize to Professor McGonagall, because the broom in his hand was given to him by Professor McGonagall when he was in first grade, and now, because of his weakness, this broomstick was given to him by Professor McGonagall. It ended up falling apart.
"Of course..."
As if sensing that he was in a bad mood, Professor Lupine immediately added, "Minerva obviously cares more about you than the competition."
"indeed so--"
At this time, Professor Brain suddenly interrupted, "I was also complained about by Professor McGonagall."
"But what does this have to do with you?"
Harry asked a little surprised.
"Well, Professor McGonagall thinks--"
Amosta scratched his head and said with a grin.
"She probably means that if I had been on the competition field at the time, I might have been able to detect the signs before the group of dementors rushed into the campus... Well, this is indeed a lesson. I am planning to discuss it with the deans of each college. It is agreed that from now on, if there are events where more than a certain number of teachers and students gather, they must be registered here in advance so that I can spare time in advance to escort them."
"That's indeed a good idea, Amosta."
Lupine nodded approvingly,
"Even if nothing else happens, with your on-site supervision, conflicts between the young wizards of each school can be avoided... To be honest, this kind of thing happened frequently during my years at Hogwarts. "
Professor Blaine and Professor Lupin discussed the reporting process for a while. Harry was also a little interested in this topic. He listened quietly and did not feel displeased at all that they ignored him.
"So--"
Suddenly, Professor Blaine turned his attention to himself and said bluntly,
"The reason you came here is to let me take a look at your broom, right, Potter?"
"That's right, Professor,"
Harry kept carrying the bag and didn't let go of it even when he sat down. There was no reason why a wizard like Professor Blaine couldn't understand such a conspicuous thing. Harry stood up immediately. He was spit on because he was too nervous. I choked and coughed several times.
"It's very damaged...I'm not sure--"
Then, under the supervision of Professor Brain and Professor Lupin, Harry hurriedly poured out the residue from the cloth bag.
"Oh, my God--"
Professor Luping exclaimed a little, but there was not much surprise in his voice. He looked at the foam on his desk and sighed deeply,
"The Whomping Willow was planted the year I arrived at Hogwarts. At first, many young wizards were curious... and tried to touch the trunk. Later, there was one by David Gedgern. The boy almost lost one eye, and the school didn't allow us to get close to him anymore... To be honest, no broom can withstand this."
It almost killed Ron and me...
Harry felt sad, but then he noticed that Professor Blaine stood up from his sitting position, bent down and stretched out his two index fingers to hold the remains of a broom handle and looked at it carefully. Harry immediately held his breath. He took a deep breath, his green eyes glowing with great anticipation.
There was a brief moment of silence in the office, and even the sound of a match breaking was barely audible.
After a while, Amosta picked up another piece of debris with his free hand, compared them with each other, and studied the magic corridors inside the broom that could not be discerned from a normal perspective.
call--
After a long time, Amosta put the two diamond-shaped pieces of wood together that could fit together and placed them in front of him. He shook out the wand from his sleeve and grunted. Then, under Harry's surprised eyes, the two pieces of wood came together. A faint fluorescent light flowed through the gap between the slags, completely bonding them together.
"Success!"
Harry exclaimed excitedly as if a thousand pounds of weight had been lifted off him.
"Incredible--"
Looking at the two spliced pieces of wood, Lu Ping also showed a surprised expression.
"You can really repair Harry's broom, Amosta. As far as I know, the flying broomstick is a very sophisticated alchemy tool, especially the Nimbus series, which has at least a thousand intricate magic corridors - -"
"not that simple."
Amosta's short words made Lupine shut up, and the surprise on Harry's face solidified.
"Recover as before--"
Amosta, who had some idea in his mind, pointed the tip of his staff directly at a small pile of sawdust on the table and gave a clear drink.
The tip of the ebony wand ejected a hazy airflow, and the wood residue was swept into the air by the airflow. Among the sparks that scattered from time to time, the messy wood chips found each other's positions and stuck together. Not long after, a complete Nimbus 2000 appeared in front of everyone!
Success!
Looking at the Nimbus 2000, which was wrapped in a vague air current and floated in mid-air, once again complete, Harry's heart was filled with great joy.
"Your mastery of alchemy is astonishing, Amosta."
Remus Lupine also took a breath and said.
Amosta did not speak. He reached out his hand and took off the nimbus. His focused eyes followed his thumb rubbing on the broom handle, as if he was observing something.
"That's probably the only way--"
After a moment, Amosta said regretfully. He saw Harry with a happy face and said calmly,
"Don't be happy, Harry, I didn't fix your broom."
"But?"
Amosta waved his hand, signaling Harry to quiet down.
"As Professor Luping said, the internal structure of most alchemy tools is very complicated, and there are usually hundreds of intertwined magic corridors. Although I barely welded most of the magic pathways inside this broom, but Due to the lack of broom design drawings, for those places that have suffered destructive damage-"
Lupine nodded understandingly, but Harry was still confused.
This is actually the reason why the same magic spell has completely different effects in the hands of different people.
In the magic world, it can be said that more than 99% of wizards know the standard spells they use every day but don't know why. Many wizards only know that magic is magical, but they don't know that magic is not 'without principles'. Magic, similar to Muggle science, magic also follows a set of strict logical rules.
"That is to say--"
Amosta explained patiently,
"In the future, if you want to ride this broom to relax on the lawn, chase butterflies, etc., I don't think it will be a big problem...it may mean that the steering is not very flexible, but you have to count on it. It's a fierce and high-intensity Quidditch match, Harry, then I suggest you carry a parachute when you play--"
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