Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"Ah, what's the matter?"

When Ron heard Clark's words, he held a pair of dark red socks that had just been unpacked, and turned his head to look here. Harry was also confused.

Clark put down the sandwich in his hand, walked over and took a good look at the bracelet in Harry's hand, then smiled.

"Harry, Hagrid is so generous to you, if I'm not mistaken, this bracelet must be woven from unicorn tail hair.

If this kind of weight is used to make magic wands, at least ten can be made, which is a lot of wealth. "

Harry was taken aback by Clark's words, and he didn't expect that Hagrid would give him such an expensive thing.

"It's so precious, I...I..."

"Don't worry, Harry, the unicorn tail hair itself has powerful magic power, especially against black magic, it has a strong resistance.

Hagrid should know about the dementors and worry about you, so he gave you this thing, and wearing it on his hand is good for resisting the influence of the dementors. "

Hearing Clark's words, Harry put on the bracelet and found that his mind was much more peaceful.

He opened the rest of the Christmas gifts one by one, and when he removed everything on them, he found that at the bottom of the pile of gifts, there was still a long and narrow package.

"What's that?" Ron asked as he ate his sandwich.

"do not know…"

Harry ripped open the package and gasped as a gleaming, exquisite broomstick rolled onto his sheets.

Ron forgot to swallow the sandwich in his mouth, muttering with a mouthful of food, "Oh my God, I can't believe it, this is..."

"A Firebolt!"

This thing is exactly the same as the broomstick Harry and the others saw when they were in Diagon Alley. It can be said that it is Harry's dream.

If it was replaced with this, the Nimbus 2000 would be smashed to pieces, it seems... not unacceptable.

Harry held the Firebolt in his hand, the smooth broom handle gleaming, and he could feel it vibrating in his hand as if it had life.

So he let go, and the precious broom hovered in the air in front of him, just as high as he could ride it.

"It's really amazing." Ron on the side couldn't help but exclaimed in admiration.

Harry's eyes didn't move away from it for a moment, as if a hand was gently stroking on the broom, and from the golden registration number on the top of the broom handle, he could see the thin birch twigs. Flexible and smooth streamlined broom tail.

"Who gave it to you?" Ron whispered.

"Look for a card," said Harry.

Ron tore open the Firebolt's wrapper.

"Nothing! My God, who would spend so much money on you! It's more precious than Hagrid's unicorn tail."

"Well," Harry felt himself stunned, "I bet it wasn't the Dursleys anyway."

"I bet it's Dumbledore," said Ron, circling around the glowing Firebolt, admiring every inch of its dazzling brilliance, "Didn't he give you the Invisibility Cloak anonymously? "

"But it's my dad's," Harry explained. "Dumbledore just gave it to me, he couldn't have spent so much money on me, it would cost at least a few hundred Galleons, he It is impossible to give such a precious gift to a student."

"That's why he didn't say it was from him!" said Ron, "or a guy like Malfoy would say he's biased, hey, Harry—"

Ron burst out laughing with joy, "Malfoy! Think about it, when he sees you racing against him on this, he'll just wilt, it's an international broom, yes. , It is said that the national team uses this!"

"I can't believe it," Harry muttered, stroking the Firebolt with one hand.

And Ron lay down on Harry's bed, laughing wildly at the imaginary Malfoy, "Then who are you talking about?"

"I see," Ron said suddenly, controlling himself, "I know who it might be—Lupin!"

"What?" said Harry, and now it was his turn to laugh. "Lupin? I said, if he had all that Galleon, he'd have bought himself some decent new robes."

"Yeah, but he likes you," said Ron. "He wasn't there when your Nimbus 2000 broke. Maybe he heard about you and decided to go to Diagon Alley and buy it for you. , Hogwarts professors shouldn't be cheap, right?"

"What do you mean when you say he wasn't there?" Harry paid attention to other information in Ron's words. "He was sick when I played?"

"Yeah, he wasn't in the school hospital," said Ron. "I wasn't in the hospital, and Snape made me wash the chamber pot, remember?"

Harry frowned at Ron. "I really don't see how Lupin can afford something like this."

"Can you afford something like this?" Ron pondered for a while, and together with Harry, they turned their heads and their eyes fell on Clark together.

"This isn't your Christmas present to Harry, is it?" Ron asked, looking at him.

Clark rolled his eyes, "Unfortunately, although I also wanted to say that this was given by me, in fact, my gift was in that pile, and Harry had just opened it."

"Oh, Clark, I was just joking."

"What are you three laughing at?"

They were chatting when Hermione carried Crookshanks, wearing her dressing gown, into their dormitory.

"Nothing, and don't bring that cat here, I hate cat fur!" Ron complained.

But Hermione didn't listen at all. She threw Crookshanks, who looked a little bad-tempered, onto Seamus' empty bed, then opened her mouth and waited for the Firebolt in front of Harry.

"Oh, Harry! Who gave this to you?"

"I don't know," Harry said. "There's no card on this gift or anything."

To his great surprise, Hermione seemed neither excited nor interested in the news.

Instead, her expression changed and her lips twitched.

"What's the matter with you?" Ron asked. "Did you guess something? Know who sent the Firebolts to Harry?"

"I don't know," Hermione said slowly. "But it's a little weird, isn't it? I mean, it's supposed to be a decent broomstick, right?"

Ron sighed anxiously and annoyed, "What's not bad? It's the best broomstick in the world right now, Hermione!"

"So it must be expensive..."

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"Of course, this broom may be more expensive than all the brooms in the Slytherin team combined." Ron said happily.

"So... who would give Harry such a valuable thing? And not tell him who gave it." Hermione continued to ask.

"Never mind," said Ron impatiently. "Hey, Harry, can I ride it? Can I?"

"I think it's best for none of you to ride this broom at the moment." Hermione said calmly with her arms in front of her chest.

Harry and Ron looked at her together.

"why?"

"What do you think Harry would do with it—sweep the floor?" Ron was particularly rude.

Clarke came forward at this time to make a round, "I think, since Hermione said this, she must have a reason. Maybe she thinks that this Firebolt may have been sent by Sirius Black."

Hermione was stunned for a moment. She originally wanted to say that this broom might have been given by Peter Pettigrew, but on second thought, Harry and the others didn't know that Black was wronged at this time.

And Harry and Ron reacted very well.

"what?!"

"Are you crazy? Blake, how is that possible!"

Ron questioned loudly, "Blake gave Harry a broomstick for a few hundred Galleons. What's this for? Is he stupid?"

"Who knows," Clark spread his hands, "Hermione just raised this possibility, without checking, who knows if this broom will be cursed."

"Of course, I personally don't think it's possible," he said quickly after seeing Harry and Ron's excited expressions, "After all, Black is a famous murderer, and the whole country is wanted him."

"In this case, he wants to swagger into a Quidditch boutique and buy a broom, I think it's very difficult."

"Yeah," Ron agreed, "you're just too nervous!"

Next, several people avoided this topic by coincidence, and they enjoyed this rare vacation, sitting in the common room playing magic cards, or reading books and chatting.

Harry also took his Firebolt to the common room and studied it carefully.

At noon, they summoned the house-elves in the lounge and dealt with a casual meal.

When it was time for dinner, a few people went down to the auditorium and found that the tables of the academy had been moved to the wall again, and a table big enough to sit a dozen people was placed in the center of the auditorium.

Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, Sprout, Hagrid, and Professor Flitwick sat there, along with Filch, the steward.

There were only three students, two very nervous first-years, and a sullen fifth-year Slytherin.

"Merry Christmas!" Dumbledore said with a smile when Clark and the others walked to the dining table, "There are not many of us, and it seems a bit silly to use the college dining table... Sit, sit!"

Clark, Hermione, Neville, and Harry and Ron sat side by side at the end of the table.

"Ah, Christmas cracker!" said Dumbledore gleefully, handing a large silver **** to Snape, who tugged reluctantly.

boom!

There was a loud noise like a cannonball, and the firecrackers exploded, revealing a large pointed witch hat with a specimen of a vulture on it, which looked very ridiculous.

Harry and Ron fought back their laughter, Snape's lips pursed even thinner, and he pushed the hat to Dumbledore, who immediately used it to replace the wizard hat he was wearing.

"Okay, let's eat happily!" He raised his glass and looked around the table with a smile.

Ron couldn't bear it any longer, and was the first to move.

Today's dishes are also extraordinarily rich, and the house-elves in the kitchen have done their best to provide all kinds of delicious food.

Clarke particularly likes a beef stew in Burgundy red wine, a traditional French dish that originated in the Burgundy region, also known as the "country dish".

Although the appearance of this farmhouse dish is "unremarkable", with large pieces of beef stewed black in red wine, its taste is indeed unparalleled, characterized by the use of Burgundy High quality red wine.

As a world-renowned wine producing area, thanks to the local climate, soil and light conditions, as well as superb winemaking technology, Burgundy wines are rich in fruit and full of taste.

This red wine, paired with a rich broth and a variety of spices, is then basted for 4 hours with the best Charolais beef in France to create this amazing and superb delicacy.

In the heavy cast iron pot, large chunks of beef are dipped in dark-grey thick soup, and a few large potatoes and carrots are randomly placed on the side. The appearance is rather rough, and there is no "plating" at all.

But just fork a piece, put it on a plate, use a knife to gently cut everything, and the stewed beef is immediately separated.

After a bite, the taste is unexpectedly good. The high-quality beef completely absorbs the glycolic red wine soup base. The meat is soft and delicious, and elastic. The unique fruity aroma of red wine.

Even the vegetables as a side dish are delicious.

Clark and the others enjoyed their meal. During the meal, Professor Trelawney, who taught divination, also came.

As soon as she sat down, she opened her eyes and looked around and asked, "By the way, why didn't you see Professor Lupin?"

"I'm afraid that poor man is sick again," said Dumbledore, gesturing for everyone to do it themselves. "It's just in time for Christmas, and it's so unfortunate."

Because of this matter, Professor McGonagall and Professor Trelawney began to target each other verbally. Fortunately, Headmaster Dumbledore spoke up in time to end the conversation between the two of them.

Two hours later, the Christmas dinner was over, and Clark and the others were so full of food that their stomachs were about to explode.

Harry and Ron were the first to stand up from the table, chatting and laughing when they came to the entrance of the cave to find Sir Cadogan, the gatekeeper, enjoying Christmas dinner with some friends and his fat little grey horse. . UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

"Christmas - er - merry! Password?"

"Naughty mongrel," said Ron.

"So are you, lad!" shouted Sir Cadogan, and the portrait bounced forward to let them in.

For the next few days, they were very comfortable and happy. Clark was busy helping Charlie get his dragon farm, and Hermione followed him, preparing to serialize about the dragon farm in the new term "Hogwarts School Magazine". special report.

Neville was preparing for next semester's dueling club training program, and at the same time following Clark's instructions, he helped Harry with physical training to hone his willpower.

These drills weren't much easier than Quidditch drills, but every time Harry returned to the lounge exhausted, stroking his Firebolt, all the fatigue was swept away.

He was even a little impatient, hoping that in the next game, riding the Firebolt, he would show everyone a completely different version of himself who was no longer afraid of Dementors.

It's just this desire, and with the start of the next semester, a new change has arisen.