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.

　　 Listening to the movement, Carl walked over, glanced at the different writing outside the two packages, and immediately understood everything.

　　 "Lily's news is pretty good, shouldn't Snape tell her? Tsk tsk, a firebolt is not cheap, it can match the broom budget of a Slytherin team~..."

　　 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 acquaintances were few and pitiful, and he couldn't imagine who would send him something.

　　 He turned the thing over and observed it for a while, again without a signature, but when he saw the scribbled handwriting in the recipient's column, he instantly understood whose handwriting was.

　　 "Dead ghost, 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 not big but quite heavy. He shook it slightly, familiar with it. The sound of metal collision came from inside.

　　 After hearing this sound, 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 Karl used his mental power to poke inside and figure out the number, 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, and said in an incredible way, "This is not a bargain! You can top it with just one hand. Slytherin's seven light wheels 2001!"

　　 "This is the latest broomstick 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, rushing 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 soon, what does it look like if you are all so gathered together?!"

　　 Professor McGonagall pursed his lips, looking a bit angry.

As soon as her stern voice sounded in the crowd, a large group of little wizards gathered around Harry suddenly hurled away 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, and then set his eyes 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, let the professors 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 drifted towards the guest seat.

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

"Oh, his broomstick has just been damaged two days ago, and he suddenly received two Firebolts today, which really makes me a little envious. You know, when I was at Hogwarts, I even had 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 is no black hand on these two broomsticks. After all, it is a very time now~..."

　　Professor McGonagall twitched the corners of her mouth. She had no intention of playing with Dumbledore at this moment in memory of the past~www.readwn.com~ and 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 as cold as ever, making people unable to see the real thoughts.

　　 Snape lowered his eyelids, poked the extremely scribbled hand of the recipient's name with his finger, 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 way~...

　　 Dumbledore looked at Snape as soon as he checked, and 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 be unable to help eating people later.

　　 Dumbledore checked very carefully, and there was no drop from the box to the wrapping paper. Soon, it was the turn of the 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 used magic to infiltrate from the inside to the outside, 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.

　　 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.