Witcher at Hogwarts

Like Hermione, Harry hasn't been in a good mood lately.

There are two reasons for this. One is that he still has not recovered from the attack by the dementors.

The second thing is his most cherished thing. After he passed out, the Nimbus 2000 broomstick crashed into the Whomping Willow out of control.

The poor broom was deservedly beaten to pieces by the Whomping Willow.

By the time Harry saw it, all that was left was the remains of the broom broken into more than a dozen pieces.

Therefore, the most unlucky person at present has become Ron. Even though it is Christmas, he still has to comfort the two friends sitting next to him who have bitter faces.

This Christmas most little wizards have been called home by their parents.

After all, Hogwarts had experienced such a thrilling dementor riot not long ago, and parents of the students hoped to take this vacation opportunity to take a good look at their children.

A lot of delicious food was placed in front of Harry, Hermione and Ron.

They were all Christmas gifts from Mrs. Weasley to the three of them, including delicious mince pies baked specially by the Weasley family, some Christmas pastries and a box of crunchy peanut flakes.

Ron had no time to enjoy the food at this time. He scratched his neck uncomfortably. His mother sent him a scarlet hooded coat with a Gryffindor lion woven on the front.

The lining of the coat made Ron's skin itchy, so he kept scratching his neck.

"Stop scratching, Ron! This is on the dining table!" Hermione frowned and reminded Ron, "I also have a tube of anti-itch ointment in my dormitory. Remember to remind me to bring it to you when I get back to the lounge."

Ron nodded after hearing Hermione's words and tried hard to restrain his desire to scratch.

"Hey! Mr. White is here!" Harry suddenly reminded his two friends nervously.

Only then did Ron and Hermione notice that the weird professor was walking towards their seat from the professor's chair.

"What does he want to do again?" Ron gasped and leaned back unconsciously, fearing that Sirius Black would suddenly go crazy again.

"Maybe he was just passing by us." Hermione comforted herself nervously.

However, contrary to expectations, Sirius Black finally stood beside them.

"Harry." Sirius Black called Harry's name expressionlessly. His eyes were still staring at Ethan's face.

"What do you want, Professor White?" Harry asked cautiously.

"I heard that your broom broke recently. This is my Christmas gift to you." After saying this, Sirius Black thrust a slender package into Harry's hand.

"Thank you, Professor White." Harry stammered.

He had no idea that Mr. White came to him to give him a Christmas gift.

Ron and Hermione also stared at Sirius Black in astonishment. They didn't understand which song Sirius Black was singing.

Sirius Black stared intently at Harry's face, as if he was hesitant to say something, but there seemed to be some invisible force preventing him from speaking.

In the end, Sirius Black just nodded to Harry and returned to the professor's chair.

"What did he give?" Ron asked impatiently as soon as he saw Sirius Black walking away.

"I'm not sure I should open it right here," Harry whispered.

"Open it, let's take a look!" Ron couldn't hold back his curiosity and said impatiently.

He really wanted to know what the weird assistant brought by Professor Ethan would give Harry.

"Open it, Harry." Hermione advised softly from the side, "What if it's something weird? There are many professors here who can help us."

The smart Hermione had already begun to doubt the identity of this weird assistant.

Seeing that his two friends were trying to persuade him, Harry no longer hesitated, placed the package on the table, and tore it open.

What was in the package was so shocking that Harry's eyes nearly popped out.

A beautiful, sparkling broomstick appeared in front of Harry.

"My! God! Ah!" Ron recognized the broom first.

"This is one by one." Ron was so excited that he was even speechless.

"This is the Firebolt!" Ron finally spat out the complete sentence, staring at the exquisite broom in front of him with enthusiasm.

Harry's eyes were a little straight as he stared at the broom in front of him.

Ron and Harry both loved Quidditch very much, so before school started, the two of them had been lying on the window of the broom shop in Diagon Alley looking at the dreamy Firebolt.

Of course, Harry had never had the luxury of getting a Firebolt. After all, the price of the Firebolt was too ridiculously expensive.

The price is so high that the gold galleons needed to buy a Firebolt can already buy an apartment in Diagon Alley.

But now, Harry's once unattainable dream was now in front of Harry.

The Firebolt seemed identical to the one Harry had seen in a shop window.

Its whole body was sparkling, and the moment it came out of the package, it automatically levitated to a height just right for Harry to grab it with his hands.

The broom body is made of ash wood and has a breathtaking and graceful streamlined shape.

The golden serial number gleams on the tail of the broom, which means that each Firebolt is unique, which further proves the unique value of the Firebolt.

"Harry, can I touch it?" Ron whispered in Harry's ear.

"No problem," Harry whispered.

Ron wiped his hands vigorously with the corner of his robe, then carefully stretched out a finger, tapped it lightly on the tip of the broom, and then withdrew his finger as fast as lightning.

"Oh my God! He's real!" Ron shouted in surprise.

Harry nodded excitedly, and then the two of them looked at the Firebolt and giggled.

Hermione couldn't stand the stupid look of Harry and Ron, so she slapped them hard on both shoulders.

"What's wrong, Hermione?" Harry asked in confusion, rubbing his shoulder that was sore from Hermione's pat.

"Don't you think this is a bit strange?" Hermione reminded her two friends.

Ron completely scoffed at Hermione's reminder, "The only strange thing here is you!" Ron said to Hermione.

"Shouldn't you be happy for Harry?"

"That's not what I meant!" Hermione said to Ron angrily.

"That's a pretty good broomstick, isn't it?" Hermione asked.

"Pretty good?" Ron exclaimed exaggeratedly, "This is the best broomstick ever! There's not just one!"

"That means it's very expensive, right?" Hermione analyzed calmly.

"Yeah, one by one." Harry was still staring at the broom obsessively. "It's very, very expensive."

"Then the question is, why did Mr. White give Harry such an expensive broom?"

Hermione put her hands on her hips and seriously reminded her two friends that in her opinion, this matter was too weird.