Hogwarts Homecoming

For about half an hour, the three of them gathered in the common room.

Harry took the Firebolt from the sky and the Seven Sweeping Stars that Professor Brayne lent him. If the broom was really given to him by Professor Brain, at least he would return the Seven Sweeping Stars to him, and Ron also Take the sweater her mother knitted.

"I'd rather exchange my commemorative coin for this broom, Harry." Excited Ron sighed as he passed through the fat lady's doorway.

"In terms of value, these two things are about the same, Ron." Hermione said dissatisfied with Ron's complaint.

To be honest, after a period of thinking, Hermione also felt that this broom was probably given by Professor Brian.

Think about it, my favorite thing is books, so Professor Brian sent a precious and practical magic book that has been annotated in detail by himself, and Ron. In fact, she and Harry both know that Ron is very interested in money. With a strong attachment, of course, both of them know that Ron can't be blamed for this, because he can only use the second-hand items of his brothers since he was a child.

Professor Brian obviously knew Ron well, so he presented Ron with a commemorative coin of considerable value. Moreover, this commemorative coin was issued to celebrate the centenary of the "Wizard Secrecy Act".

Ron's father was engaged in related work, and Professor Brian obviously hoped that Ron would let go of his impetuosity and face up to those seemingly ordinary but meaningful jobs.

And Harry, without a doubt, his favorite thing was Quidditch.

But at that time Harry already had a Nimbus 2000, and it seemed meaningless to give Harry a Nimbus 2001, so Professor Bryan said he would give Harry a gift, but 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 had gone on sale during the summer, when Professor Brayne and Harry happened to be staying at the Leaky Cauldron, so if he really wanted to give Harry a good broom, why wait until Christmas?

Along the way, Harry and Ron couldn't take their eyes off the Firebolt. They discussed a lot of technical terms intensely, and Hermione was rarely not interested in this kind of knowledge.

"I think you should be careful with this broom of unknown origin!"

Hermione followed behind Harry and Ron, looking at the two excited little boys, she finally couldn't help reminding,

"I'm sure you haven't forgotten, Harry, that Quirrell was like throwing you off your broomstick, and it's been less than two months since your last accident, and as I said, if anyone tried to kill you If you die, giving you a cursed broomstick is the easiest way!"

The footsteps of Harry and Ron stopped suddenly, and his cheerful expressions froze, especially Harry, he looked at the serious Hermione for a while, and looked down at the broom in his hand for a while, his expression looked like very funny,

"You think—" Harry's eyes widened in disbelief, "this broom. It's Black!"

Ron was also shocked by Hermione's remarks, but he reacted quickly. After Harry's voice fell to the ground, he immediately yelled,

"Come on, Hermione!"

Ron waved the sweater he brought to Professor Brian, a little annoyed by Hermione's whimsy, "Blake is a fugitive, he is wanted all over the country, I want to see how he swaggered into Gringotts and took out several A hundred gold coins before walking into a Quidditch boutique full of customers!"

Harry immediately set his sights on Hermione, hoping that she would fail to come up with a plausible explanation.

"Maybe—" Hermione frowned tightly, "he asked a friend?"

"His friends are in Azkaban, Hermione," said Ron dismissively, and he gave Harry a look that meant she was suspicious again.

"I seem to hear you guys arguing?"

Suddenly, one of the rows of rooms in the corridor poked its head out. It was Professor Lupine. He was smiling, but he looked sick again. Think a gust of wind could knock him down.

The three of Harry looked at each other in astonishment, and then looked around in unison.

"Hehe, you didn't go to the wrong place."

Lupine said with a smile, "This is just outside Professor Blaine's office. I think you must have come to look for him, right?"

Harry and Professor Lupine are very familiar. In order to deal with the dementors, he has been learning the very difficult magic from Professor Lupine some time ago, but when he met Professor Lupine here, Harry still felt a little Embarrassing, because Ron was holding Mrs. Weasley's gift to Professor Brayne in his hand.

Professor Lupine quickly glanced at the two brooms in Harry's hands and the sweater on Ron's arms, and he shivered as a gust of cold wind whizzed by.

"Then come in and talk, three, there's no reason for us to have to stand and talk in the cold corridor."

Lupine beckoned to Hermione alone again,

"Come in, Hermione, Crookshanks must be very happy to see you."

The three of Harry hesitated and followed Professor Lupine into Professor Brian's office. Because of the exuberant fireplace, it was very warm here, and Harry felt as if he had jumped into a large bathtub filled with hot water.

Professor Brian may no longer be at Hogwarts—the moment he saw Professor Lupine, Harry suddenly remembered that today is Christmas, and Professor Brian has most likely returned to the orphanage where he was raised .

"Oh, Crookshanks, are you all right?"

Hermione saw at a glance Crookshanks who had squatted out of the sofa into an irreversible dent, she rushed over, hugged Crookshanks and dawdled for a while, with tears of guilt in her bright yellow pupils,

"You must have suffered a lot during this time—"

Hermione said with a sob.

After glancing at Crookshanks coldly, Ron turned his head away. No matter what, he couldn't forgive the murderer of Scabbers.

Looking at the clean and tidy room, for some reason, Harry suddenly thought of the fleeting name that appeared in this position two weeks ago.

Sirius Black!

Harry has never told Ron and Hermione about this, because as far as he feels, he also thinks that the probability is just his own dizziness, otherwise, he can't figure out how it happened.

Black sneaked into this room to deal with Professor Blaine?

God behold, if Black really had such an idea, then Harry would wake up laughing from his dreams.

If it is true, Harry dare not say that he knows how powerful Professor Brain is, because so far, Harry has only seen Professor Brain make a move once, and that is to lightly imprison the basilisk in the secret room. This time, however, the kind of indifference that Professor Bryan exudes in dealing with everything makes people feel his confidence invisibly, just like Dumbledore, Harry has never been in Hogwarts. The great headmaster had seen a panicked look on his face.

Meow--

An abrupt meow pulled Harry's thoughts out of his own world, he subconsciously looked over Hermione's shoulder, and then saw Hermione looking at Crookshanks suspiciously, and after looking around, They finally discovered who made the strange cry on the low camp bed at the back of the office.

It is a big black cat, about the size of Crookshanks.

When Harry cast his eyes there, the cat was looking away from the Firebolt and into its own face.

"This cat?"

Harry blinked, confused.

"Ahem, you found it, Harry—"

Probably because he stood at the door of the room and took a breath of cool air just now, Professor Lupine coughed hoarsely. He gestured to the three little guys not to worry,

"It's called Lenny, it's from the wilderness, it's a very smart little guy, how should I put it, it's a Christmas present from Professor Bryan."

After Professor Lupine held Lenny in his arms, he turned around and leaned against the edge of the desk, smiling at the three of them.