I swung a sword at Hogwarts

After dismantling the uncles’, the aunts weren’t so barbaric anymore.

Gloves and scarf.

After putting it on, John continued to take apart the rest.

The little wizards in Slytherin were quite honest. Most of the things they sent were candies and some small gifts.

Malfoy sent some exquisite snacks, and they happened to be the same as Daphne's.

Heinrich sent a book about black magic, and John quietly put it away and hid it.

I heard that John likes to eat, so most of the time it’s food.

Last year, John would have been happy, but now there was nothing to be happy about these things.

...

noon.

John saw the three little ones, Harry and Ron were laughing foolishly, and Hermione was left out.

No need to think, they had a fight.

Because there were so few people, Dumbledore suggested that everyone dine together.

In addition to several professors such as Dumbledore and McGonagall, there is also Filch.

A Slytherin fifth year and two first years.

Including the three little ones, there are exactly twelve people.

John didn't dare go over because he was afraid that Dumbledore would find out something.

He's the White Lord. If Voldemort knows ancient magic, maybe Dumbledore knows it too.

I am in a state of spiritual pain now, and it would be terrible if I were discovered.

So he made up an excuse and didn't stay.

Dumbledore saw that John was gone and turned to Filch.

Filch took off his usual brown coat and put on a new tuxedo.

Seeing his wide grin, Dumbledore asked, "Filch, did you buy new clothes?"

Filch puffed out his chest and said in a voice that seemed to show off but pretended to be calm, "This is a Christmas present."

"Oh?"

This surprised Dumbledore. Filch was so popular that someone actually sent him a Christmas present.

"It's John Wick, Headmaster Dumbledore."

Hearing John, Dumbledore smiled and asked curiously, "Where is John?"

"He and Edgar walked off to do something," the Slytherin fifth year said.

"Ok."

Trelawney made an exception, but her words were not very nice.

I told everyone about a curse of thirteen people, and the first person to stand up would die.

Of course, no one took her words seriously.

After lunch, Harry couldn't wait to return to the common room.

He received a Firebolt, and both he and Ron went crazy, not caring at all that it was a gift.

Hermione thought that something of unknown origin might be dangerous, but unfortunately the two boys didn't listen at all.

All they had eyes for was the Firebolt, and when Crookshanks grabbed Scabbers again, Ron even said something in a bad tone.

Harry felt that Ron's behavior was a little bad, but he didn't say anything because he only had the Firebolt in his mind.

When they returned to the Gryffindor common room, he and Ron admired the Firebolt from various angles.

The doorway opened.

Hermione came in, and Professor McGonagall.

"Miss Granger has just told me that someone gave you a flying broom, Potter." Professor McGonagall's sharp eyes spotted the Firebolt at the first sight.

Harry wanted to hide, but unfortunately Professor McGonagall came over and he couldn't hide.

After questioning, it was found that this was a gift with nothing in it, no note, no sender, and its origin was unknown.

Professor McGonagall was about to take it away for inspection. Harry said in a trembling voice, "It's fine! Really, Professor."

"You have no way of knowing, Potter," said Professor McGonagall, her tone kind but somewhat helpless.

Sirius was outside, and during this sensitive period, Harry actually wanted to ride a Firebolt of unknown origin.

Even if it was a Firebolt, it shouldn't be like this.

"I'll keep you informed if anything happens."

She wanted to take the Firebolt away to disassemble and inspect it. Of course, this had to be done by professionals.

Harry just watched as she took the Firebolt away.

Ron took his anger out on Hermione and shouted, "What are you doing going to Professor McGonagall?"

Hermione also felt aggrieved. Her face was flushed, and it was unclear whether it was out of shame or anger.

Unconvinced, he said to Ron, "Because I think, and Professor McGonagall thinks so too, that the broom may have been given to Harry by Sirius Black!"

The intention was good, but even Harry couldn't help but feel angry.

Hermione felt very aggrieved. She was clearly doing this for the good of both of them, so she turned around and walked out of the doorway.

...

Chapter 142 Vehicle Killer and Password

Hermione was a smart girl, so she knew the seriousness of the matter and told Professor McGonagall.

It’s just that it feels uncomfortable to be misunderstood.

Because of this incident, the two friends were angry.

She ran out, initially intending to go to the library, but as she walked she saw Crookshanks.

Crookshanks was running with his hips twitching, and Tom was running hard on his short legs behind him with his ears drooping.

She was extremely envious of the affection between the two little ones. She no longer wanted to go to the library and ran after the two little ones.

The two little ones have short legs, but they run very fast.

Hermione chased after him, breathless, and entered the Quidditch pitch.

She saw John, who was frowning at a tightly wrapped gift box.

Hermione didn't doubt him, and walked over curiously and asked, "John, what are you doing here?"

John wasn't a Quidditch player, so that was why she was surprised.

During Christmas, the Quidditch pitch was rarely quiet.

In the empty stadium, John was worrying about his new purchases.

Hearing the sound, he turned his head and an idea came to his mind.

Gao Xing waved and said, "Hermione, you're just in time. Help me try it."

Hermione was stunned for a moment, and then she saw John tear open the packaging of the gift box, and a brand new Firebolt appeared in front of him.

She was stunned, but she was sure she was not mistaken.

This Firebolt, even the packaging is exactly the same as the one Harry received that morning.

The gleaming broom handle, with its gold registration number on it, and the streamlined broom tail made of birch twigs, looks pleasing to the eye.

This is simply a work of art.

John picked it up with one hand. The Firebolt trembled slightly in his hand. After he let go, it hung in the air. The height was just right for riding on it.

"Firebolt? Where did you get it?" Hermione was shocked. She was worried that John was like Harry, not knowing who sent the gift.

John was stunned when he heard this and said curiously: "Of course I bought it."

If it wasn’t bought, could someone have given it to me?

He had a strange expression on his face, and felt a little painful when he looked at the Firebolt. This thing was too expensive.

It cost a total of 5000 Galleons, a price that made John... well, still feel distressed.

Although he has a large family and a large business, John still has to maintain his network of contacts every month, and daily communication and gift-giving are also essential.

Alchemy was another huge expense, as well as purchasing books and paying salaries.

Apart from these, the money John could get was only a few thousand Galleons a day.

“My daily income.”

He ordered this before Christmas, when he wanted to buy a Firebolt to play with and ended up injuring his hand.

Now is a good time to test the speed of the Meteor Shoes.

Buying a broomstick is like buying a sports car in the Muggle world. Even if you don’t drive it, you will buy it and show it off.

He felt it had a certain collection value, and he could give it to Quidditch players he met in the future to win them over.

This is a Firebolt. If it were given to Wood, John felt that he could let him ride on his head for a month.

After buying it, John had another problem.

There is something wrong with his right hand now, so it is still difficult for him to control the firebolt. It would be troublesome if he fell down.

He handed the Firebolt to Hermione with a painful look on his face. Under Hermione's puzzled look, John said, "Fly it for me to see how fast it is. My hand is injured."

Hermione was stunned again. John was so rich that he even bought a Firebolt.

Although she didn't know the price, Hermione knew that this thing would definitely not be cheap, otherwise Harry would not have dared to just look at it through the glass.

John, a man from a Muggle family, could actually afford such an expensive thing.

She wondered if the world was crazy or if she was crazy.

John saw so many changes in her expression that he thought she was afraid to fly.

If you think about it carefully, the Firebolt is known as the fastest flying broom, and most people can't really control it.

"Looking for Heinrich? I don't think I've ever seen him use a broomstick."

John frowned and thought. After much thought, he decided that he should either go find Harry himself or capture Malfoy.

"If you want to fly a circle, I can do it too." Hermione reacted, looked at John nervously, and asked, "Which hand is injured?"

John raised his right hand, and it was shaking like he had Parkinson's.

He smiled bitterly and said, "Something went wrong while I was researching magic. It won't heal in a short while, but it's not a big problem."

He said it lightly, but Hermione couldn't help but worry.

Finally, John told her that he would be cured in two months at most, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Hermione was very nervous, riding on the Firebolt somewhat awkwardly.

It was impossible to say that she wasn't nervous; her flying lessons were no match for Harry's.

If John hadn't been watching, she would have probably backed off.

At the same time, a strange thought popped up in her mind: what would Harry and Ron's expressions be if they knew how to use the Firebolt?

I think he would jump with envy.

Hermione closed her eyes and kicked her feet, and gave it her all.

The fire crossbow arrow shot out quickly like an arrow from a bow.

"what--!"

Hermione screamed, so fast that her vision went blurry.