DNF Meets Harry Potter

After unpacking, there was still a black box exactly the same as before, and Ron's hand touching the box body began to shake: "This~...Is this the second Firebolt?"

Although it is hard to believe, the facts are already in sight.

Carl, who came by listening to the movement, glanced at the different writing outside the two packages, and suddenly understood everything.

"Lily's news is pretty good, should Snape tell her? Tsk tsk, a Firebolt is not cheap, it can match the budget of a team of Slytherins~..."

Just as he was thinking about it, an owl also flew on his head, and a square package landed firmly on his head. He looked at the package a little strangely, because his few acquaintances were so pitiful, he couldn't think of who would send him something.

He turned the thing over and observed it for a while, and there was no signature either, but he instantly understood whose handwriting was from the scribbled handwriting in the recipient's column.

"Devil, if you still have a conscience, you still know to send me a Christmas present~..."

A smile of satisfaction was drawn at the corner of Carl's mouth, and he quickly removed the wrapping paper from the outside, revealing a small black box. The box was small but heavy. He shook it slightly, familiar with it. The sound of metal collision came from inside.

After hearing this voice, Carl's eyes straightened. This voice was almost familiar to him and could no longer be familiar, because this was the goal he had been fighting for.

"You still understand me!"

After Carl used mental energy to peek inside to find out the quantity, the smile on the corner of his mouth could not help but thickened, and then he turned the wrist and put the box away without leaving a trace.

On the other side, as Harry opened the box again, an identical Firebolt appeared before his eyes.

The attention of the Gryffindors was also attracted by these two firebolts. They scrambled to surround themselves, wanting to see the elegance of this legendary broomstick.

"It's really a Firebolt! Who is it that would give you such an expensive gift!" Seamus squeezed in hard, and said in an unbelievable way: "This is not a bargain! You can top it with just one hand. Slytherin's seven light wheels 2001!"

"This is the latest broom this year. The price is amazing, and it only accepts customization!"

"I really want to touch it!"

The little wizards who were attracted by the Jin Jialong light from the broomstick all approached enviously, vying to touch them.

Professor McGonagall, who noticed something wrong in the guest seat, frowned and walked down quickly.

"The dinner party is about to begin, what does it look like if you are all so gathered together?!"

Professor McGonagall pursed his lips, looking a little angry.

As soon as her stern voice sounded in the crowd, a large group of little wizards gathered around Harry suddenly huffed and dispersed like a frightened bird, and then obediently returned to her seat and sat upright, afraid to move. Move it.

"Mr. Potter, I think you should give me a reasonable explanation!"

Professor McGonagall glanced at the two Firebolts on the table, then set his gaze on Harry.

"I don't know this, professor." Harry blinked helplessly. "Someone sent me these two Firebolts, but they both chose to remain anonymous~..."

"Firebolt, such a valuable item, has chosen to be anonymous? It's incredible!" Professor McGonagall heard this explanation and took a broom in his hand and examined it carefully. "If it is an anonymous object, there may be some The danger, I think Professor Dumbledore should be checked first to make sure."

Harry nodded in a hurry, he was also a little confused at the moment, asking the professors to make sure it was all right.

With Harry's consent, Professor McGonagall nodded in satisfaction, then glanced at the upright lion cubs as a warning and drew out his wand at random. She lightly tapped the two Firebolts, and they automatically floated behind her and gradually floated above the guest seat.

"Minerva, it seems that our Mr. Potter also has a lot of fans outside of school~..." Dumbledore had already had a panoramic view of what happened below and saw Professor McGonagall heading home with two firebolts. , Immediately responded with a smile:

"Oh, his broomstick was just damaged two days ago, and he suddenly received two Firebolts today, which really makes me a little envious. You know, when I went to Hogwarts, there was a comet series. Broomsticks are all extravagant expectations~..."

Dumbledore touched his beard, as if he was thinking of the past, and he spoke with emotion for a while.

"Professor Dumbledore, I think now you should first make sure that there are no black hands on these two broomsticks~www.readwn.com~After all, it is a very time now~..."

Professor McGonagall twitched the corners of her mouth. She didn't have any intention to play with Dumbledore a game of remembering the past, and she urged immediately.

Snape, who was sitting on Dumbledore's right hand, couldn't help but cast his gaze at the two Firebolts on the table. His eyes were still hollow and cold as before, making people unable to see the real thoughts.

Snape lowered his eyelids, poked his finger at the extremely scribbled name of the recipient, and began to probe carefully. His heart was also strangely tight. He and Lily obviously just pooled together money to buy a Firebolt. Where did the other one pop out?

Wouldn't Potter really have fans outside of Hogwarts? No, no...

Dumbledore looked at Snape as soon as he checked, and he couldn't help but smile. He smiled and shook his head slightly, picked up the other one and started the examination, without saying anything, otherwise he felt that Professor McGonagall might have to eat people later.

Dumbledore checked very carefully, and there was no drop from the box to the wrapping paper. Soon, it was the turn of that little Christmas card. The content on it was very simple. There was only one wishing Harry a Merry Christmas, and the words were also very beautiful.

The old principal infiltrated it with magic power from the inside out, and found no abnormalities, still keeping a faint smile on his face. But when he saw the handwriting on the greeting card, he frowned and began to ponder it carefully. Nothing else, because the handwriting gave him a touch of deja vu, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

However, Lily's handwriting on Clara's body is still very different from the past, and it is impossible for him to remember it for a while.