Hermione was a smart girl, so she knew the seriousness of this matter and told Professor McGonagall.
It just feels uncomfortable to be misunderstood.
Because of this incident, the two friends were angry.
She ran out, initially intending to go to the library, but as she walked, she saw Crookshanks.
Crookshanks was running with his butt squirming, and Tom was behind with his ears hanging down and his short legs running hard.
The relationship between the two little guys made her extremely envious. She didn't want to go to the library anymore and ran over after the two little guys.
The two little legs are short, but they can run very fast.
Hermione was out of breath as she entered the Quidditch pitch.
She saw John, who was frowning at a tightly wrapped gift box.
Hermione, not doubting his presence, walked over curiously and asked, "John, what are you doing here?"
John wasn't a Quidditch player, so she was surprised.
During the Christmas period, the Quidditch pitch was rarely quiet.
In the empty stadium, John was worrying about his new purchases.
Hearing the sound, he turned around and had an idea in his mind.
He waved happily: "Hermione, you came just in time, help me try it."
Hermione was stunned, and immediately saw John tearing open the packaging of the gift box, and a brand new Firebolt appeared in front of him.
She was stunned, but she was sure she saw it right.
This Firebolt, even the packaging, was exactly the same as the one Harry received that morning.
The shiny broom handle, with a golden registration number on it, and the streamlined broom tail made of white birch twigs, look pleasing to the eye.
This is simply a work of art.
John picked it up with one hand, and the Firebolt trembled slightly in his hand. After letting go, it hung in the air. This height was just right for riding on it.
"Firebolt? Where did you get it?" Hermione was shocked. She was worried that John, like Harry, didn't know who sent the gift.
John was stunned when he heard this and said strangely: "Of course I bought it."
If you didn’t buy it, could someone else give it to you?
He had a strange expression, and when he looked at the Firebolt, his flesh ached. This thing was too expensive.
It cost a full 5,000 galleons. This price can be said to make John...well, he still feels very distressed.
Although his family has a big business, John still has to maintain personal relationships every month, and daily communication and gift giving are also essential.
Alchemy was another huge expense, along with buying books and paying salaries.
Apart from these, the money John could get was only a few thousand galleons per day.
"My daily income."
He ordered this before Christmas. At that time, he wanted to buy a Firebolt to play with, but he injured his hand.
Now is a good time, just in time to test the speed of the meteor shoes.
Flying broomsticks are like buying sports cars in the Muggle world. Even if you don't drive them, you will buy them and watch them.
He thinks it has a certain collection value, and he can give it to Quidditch players to win over when he meets them in the future.
This was a Firebolt. If it were given to Wood, John thought he could let himself ride on his head for a month.
After buying it back, John had another problem.
There is something wrong with his right hand now. It is still difficult to control the Firebolt. It will not be fun if he falls.
He handed the Firebolt to Hermione with a pained face. Under Hermione's confused look, John said, "Fly around for me to see how fast it is. My hand is injured."
Hermione was stunned again. John was so rich that he even bought a Firebolt.
Although she didn't know the price, Hermione knew that this thing would definitely not be cheap, otherwise Harry wouldn't just dare to look at it through the glass.
John, a person from a Muggle family, could actually afford such an expensive thing.
She feels that the world is crazy or she is crazy.
Seeing her expression change so much, John thought she didn't dare to fly.
If you think about it carefully, the Firebolt is known as the fastest flying broomstick, and most people really can't control it.
"Looking for Heinrich? I haven't seen him use a broomstick."
John frowned and thought, thinking over and over again, either to find Harry himself or to capture Malfoy.
"I can fly in a circle, too." Hermione reacted, looked at John nervously, and asked, "Which hand of yours is injured?"
John raised his right hand, which was shaking like he had Parkinson's disease.
He smiled bitterly and said: "There was something wrong when I was studying magic. It won't be cured for a while, but it's not a big problem."
He said it so easily that Hermione couldn't help but worry.
Finally, John told her that he would be cured within two months at most, and she was relieved.
Riding on the Firebolt a little awkwardly, Hermione was very nervous.
It was impossible to say she wasn't nervous. Her flying lessons were completely inferior to Harry's.
If John hadn't been watching, she would have chickened out.
At the same time, a strange thought came to her mind. What would Harry and Ron's expressions be like if they knew how to use Firebolts?
Thinking about it, I will definitely jump with envy.
As soon as she closed her eyes and kicked her feet, Hermione gave up.
The firebolt rushed out quickly like an arrow from the string.
"ah--!"
Hermione screamed so fast that her vision blurred.
A doorframe appeared before her eyes, and she screamed as she pulled harder, sending the Firebolt rocketing upward.
Seeing that she couldn't control it, John jumped up after running a certain distance with the wind at his feet.
Wings sprout from the side of the shoe.
Hermione flew in front, and John chased behind.
At the same time, John calculated the speed and found that it accelerated 150 miles in 10 seconds, making him the fastest broom in the world.
The wings on the side of the shoe became larger and waved rapidly. John also increased his speed and chased after the rocket crossbow.
The distance gradually shortened, and John saw the ball frame appearing in front of Hermione. Without any hesitation, he used the crushing spell to smash the ball frame.
The ball frame was shattered into pieces a second ago, and the pieces didn't even fall out, directly smearing Hermione's face.
Fortunately, there were only scraps left, otherwise Hermione would have been cremated if she had hit her at this speed.
"accelerate."
Accelerating again, the lines on John's shoes lit up, and his speed soared, leaving a trail of airplane clouds behind him to pass Hermione.
He reached out and grabbed Hermione's back collar and shouted, "Let go!"
Hermione hugged the Firebolt like a sloth, while John's head was covered with black lines.
He had no choice but to push harder and shout loudly: "Hermione, let go!"
Hermione finally heard it. When she saw John, she didn't care why he was around.
Trusting her, she let go without hesitation, and the Firebolt flew out from under her body. Hermione was held up by the collar by John, like a kitten.
After losing control, the Firebolt flew not far away and began to fall. John raised his right hand.
The magic power passed through his right hand, causing his right hand to shake even more violently and he groaned.
The photography magic is activated.
The falling Firebolt was caught and finally landed softly on the ground.
John also carried Hermione down. The wings of the shooting star shoes seemed to be tired, and they flapped their wings frequently.
After landing, Hermione's weak feet touched the ground without falling, and she said guiltily, "I'm sorry, John, I thought..."
"It's okay." John also wiped away the cold sweat. He would never dare to let Hermione use the Firebolt again. It was like a vehicle killer.
However, at any rate, a result was obtained. In the acceleration mode of meteor shoes, it can be on par with the firebolt.
There is also a super-acceleration mode, which John did not dare to use because that mode consumes too much and can consume one-fifth of the magic crystals at a time.
The magic crystal that John put on his meteor shoes was enough for five visits.
After this incident, Hermione's originally depressed mood improved a lot.
After realizing it, she screamed, and John plucked his ears, not knowing what was causing her surprise.
"Firebolt!"
Hermione ran towards the place where the Firebolt fell. Harry and Ron were very angry just because she asked Professor McGonagall to take away the Firebolt for inspection.
She couldn't imagine how angry she would be if John's Firebolt broke.
He ran to the Firebolt worriedly, and the Firebolt that Harry was so obsessed with was lying there quietly.
There wasn't even a scratch on it, it looked like new, although it was indeed new.
After calming down, Hermione also realized something was wrong. Why was John flying next to her and the Firebolt? Why was nothing happening?
She looked at John, who was holding Crookshanks by his hind legs and not letting him go.
Seeing this scene, Hermione had all kinds of questions.
I thought that John had always been mysterious and I shouldn't interfere too much.
Thinking that Ron didn't like Crookshanks and that she was busy with the Buckbeak case recently, she asked, "John, can you help take care of Crookshanks?"
Taking care of Crookshanks?
Of course.
John grabbed Crookshanks and lifted him up as he had just lifted Hermione.
He scratched Crookshanks' belly and smiled, "Of course."
Hermione was delighted when she heard this. Thinking that Crookshanks was unwilling to leave the Gryffindor common room, she added: "Then I will write you the Gryffindor password."
John smiled broadly, it was a white cat.
Hermione wrote the password to John.
When it comes to taking care of her, she just means taking her out every day and bringing her back.
Still sleeping in the Gryffindor common room.
After returning, Hermione saw that Ron was still angry.
Harry's anger was almost gone. When he saw Hermione coming back, he followed up and asked, "Hermione, what's wrong with your hair?"
After flying around in Quidditch, Hermione's already fluffy hair fell back and looked like an afro.
She reacted and rushed back to the dormitory, looking at herself in the mirror.
She immediately remembered the way John was holding back his smile, clenching his silver teeth like an angry lion.
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