About half an hour later, the three men gathered in the common room.
Harry brought the Firebolt that fell from the sky and the Sweeping Seven Stars lent to him by Professor Brain. If the broom was really given to him by Professor Brain, at least he would return the Sweeping Seven Stars to him, and Ron also Got the sweater her mother knitted.
"I'd rather trade my commemorative coins for this broom, Harry." Ron, who was overly excited, sighed as he passed through the Fat Lady's door.
"In terms of value, these two things are almost the same, Ron." Hermione said dissatisfiedly with Ron's complaints.
To be honest, after thinking about it for a while, Hermione also felt that this broom was probably a gift from Professor Blaine.
Think about it, her favorite thing is books, so Professor Brain gave him a handful of precious and practical magic books that he had annotated in detail, and Ron... In fact, both she and Harry knew that Ron They have a strong obsession with money. Of course, they both know that this is not actually Ron's fault, because he has only been able to use second-hand items from his brothers since he was a child.
Professor Brain obviously knew Ron, so he gave Ron a valuable commemorative coin. Moreover, this commemorative coin was issued to celebrate the 100th anniversary of the issuance of the Wizarding Secrecy Act.
Ron's father is engaged in related work. Professor Blaine obviously hopes that Ron will put down his impatience and face up to the work that seems ordinary but is actually of great significance.
And Harry, without a doubt, his favorite thing is Quidditch.
But at that time, Harry already had a Nimbus 2000. Giving Harry a Nimbus 2001 didn't seem to make much sense. That's why Professor Brain said that he would give Harry a gift, but it would need to be done in the future... Well , he is waiting for a better broom to appear.
It was reasonable to think so to a certain extent, but Hermione still couldn't let go of her worries.
The Firebolt was already on sale during the summer vacation. At that time, Professor Blaine and Harry happened to be living in the Leaky Cauldron. If he really wanted to give Harry a good broom, why did he have to wait until Christmas?
Along the way, Harry and Ron couldn't take their eyes off the Firebolt. They heatedly discussed a lot of professional terms, and this aspect of knowledge was something Hermione was rarely interested in.
"I think you should be careful with this broom of unknown origin!"
Hermione followed Harry and Ron, looking at the two excited little boys, she finally couldn't help but remind them,
"I'm sure you haven't forgotten, Harry. Quirrell felt like you fell off your broomstick at that time, and it's only been less than two months since your last accident. According to me, if anyone wants to harm If I want to kill you, giving you a cursed broomstick is the easiest way!"
Harry and Ron's footsteps suddenly stopped, and the cheerful expressions on their faces froze, especially Harry. He looked at Hermione who looked serious for a while, and then looked down at the broom in his hand. His expression looked... Very funny,
"Do you think-" Harry's eyes widened with a look of disbelief on his face, "This broom... it's Black!"
Ron was also shocked by Hermione's remarks, but he reacted quickly. After Harry's words fell, he immediately shouted,
"Come on, Hermione!"
Ron waved the sweater he brought to Professor Blaine, a little annoyed by Hermione's whims, "Black is a fugitive, and he is wanted across the country. I would like to see how he walked into Gringotts with such arrogance and took out several coins. A hundred gold coins, and then walk into a Quidditch boutique packed with customers!"
Harry immediately turned his attention to Hermione, expecting her to be unable to come up with a reasonable explanation.
"Maybe-" Hermione frowned tightly, "He asked for a friend?"
"His friends are all in Azkaban, Hermione." Ron said disdainfully, and he gave Harry a look that meant she was suspicious again.
"I thought I heard you guys arguing?"
Suddenly, one of the rows of rooms in the corridor poked his head out. It was Professor Lupine. He was smiling, but he looked sickly. The robe that originally fit him was one size too big for him. I thought a gust of wind could knock him down.
The three Harrys looked at each other in astonishment, and then looked around in unison.
"Haha, you didn't go to the wrong place."
Lupine said with a smile, "This is right outside Professor Blaine's office. I think you must be here to find him, right?"
Harry was very familiar with Professor Lupin. In order to deal with dementors, he had been learning very difficult magic from Professor Lupin some time ago. However, when he met Professor Lupin here, Harry still felt a little... Embarrassed, because Ron was holding a gift from Mrs. Weasley to Professor Blaine.
Professor Lupin quickly glanced at the two brooms in Harry's hands and the sweater on Ron's arm. A gust of cold wind whizzed past, and he shivered.
"Then come in and talk, three of you. There's no reason for us to have to stand in the cold corridor and talk."
Lupine waved to Hermione alone again,
"Come in, Hermione, Crookshanks will be delighted to see you."
The three of them hesitantly followed Professor Lupine into Professor Blaine's office. It was very warm because of the strong fireplace, and Harry felt as if he had jumped into a large bath filled with hot water.
Professor Braine may no longer be in Hogwarts - the moment he saw Professor Lupin, Harry suddenly remembered that today is Christmas, and Professor Braine has most likely returned to the orphanage where he was raised. .
"Oh, Crookshanks, are you okay?"
At a glance, Hermione saw Crookshanks, who had squatted down on the sofa into an irrecoverable dent. She rushed over, picked up Crookshanks and rubbed him, her yellow pupils filled with tears of guilt.
"You must have suffered a lot during this period--"
Hermione choked out.
After giving Crookshanks a cold look, Ron turned his head away. No matter what, he could not forgive the murderer of Spotted Land.
Looking at the clean and tidy room, Harry suddenly thought of the name that appeared in this position two weeks ago for some reason.
Sirius Black!
Harry never told Ron and Hermione about this, because from his own feeling, he also believed that it was most likely just a dazzle on his part, otherwise, he would not be able to figure out how this happened.
Blake sneaked into this room to deal with Professor Blaine?
God is my witness, if Black really had this idea, Harry would wake up laughing in his dreams.
To be honest, Harry didn't dare to say that he knew how powerful Professor Brain was, because so far, Harry had only seen Professor Brain take action once, and that was to lightly imprison the basilisk in the secret room. However, the kind of indifference that Professor Brain exudes and treats everything makes people feel his confidence invisibly, just like Dumbledore, Harry has never been in Hogwarts. The great principal had a look of panic on his face.
Meow--
A sudden meow pulled Harry's thoughts out of his own world. He subconsciously looked at Hermione's shoulder, and then saw Hermione looking at Crookshanks in confusion as well. After wandering around, They finally discovered who was making the strange cry on the low camp bed at the end of the office.
It's a big black cat, about the same size as Crookshanks.
When Harry focused his gaze on it, the cat was looking away from the Firebolt and looking at his face.
"This cat?"
Harry blinked and asked confused.
"Ahem, you found it, Harry--"
Perhaps because he had just taken a mouthful of cool air while standing at the door of the room, Professor Lupine coughed hoarsely. He gestured to the three little guys not to worry.
"His name is Lenny. He comes from the wilderness. He is a very smart little guy. Ahem... How should I put it? It is a Christmas gift given to me by Professor Brain..."
After Professor Lupin held Lenny in his arms, he turned around and leaned against the edge of the desk, smiling at the three of them.
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