It's one thing to know that Sirius is sending a firebow to Harry, it's quite another to see it in person.

Evan was deeply shocked by Sirius's failed behavior.

Inside the room, Harry showed the two of them the sparkling broomstick.

Unlike a normal broomstick, the firebow bolt can hang in mid-air even if no one touches it. Without any support, the height above the ground is just right for people to ride on.

The top of the broom is engraved with a golden serial number, indicating that this broomstick is the twenty-second firebolt ever made in the world.

At the end of the broom, it is a completely smooth, streamlined curve that looks extremely perfect, with nothing to trim.

Harry was already the best Seeker at Hogwarts, and now with this world-class broomstick, there was no one in the school who could be faster than him.

With his current strength, he can even go to professional competitions.

As Evan could imagine, the Quidditch confrontations in the various houses would be Harry's time for him to act alone, and he suddenly looked forward to Malfoy's reaction when he saw the firebolts.

The room was in a pleasant atmosphere, the fire was crackling, and Aven and Hermione sat on the comfortable couch in front of the fireplace with a cup of hot cocoa.

In front of them, Harry held a slightly trembling firebolt and had been talking to the two of them in various technical terms, explaining the superior performance of the firebolt from a professional point of view.

He gushed and told almost everything he knew.

It was evident that Harry was well prepared, and although it was his first contact, he knew the firebolts well.

Unfortunately, Evan and Hermione weren't too interested in broomsticks and Quidditch.

Except for the initial amazement, knowing that this broomstick was very valuable, their reaction to the fire crossbow arrow gradually became dull.

Continue to listen to Harry for a while, and wait until the two of them have finished drinking the hot cocoa in their hands, and in the warm temperature of the fire, a strong feeling of sleepiness and fatigue hits at the same time. They had lost much interest in Firebolt and Harry's explanations, and didn't want to listen to them any longer.

Evan and Hermione exchanged glances and nodded in understanding.

Through eye contact, they know what each other is thinking, even if they don't speak.

"I'm sorry, Harry!" Hermione stood up and stretched, "I'm glad you received a firebow arrow, but there's so much going on today, it's a little late, I want to go back to sleep"

"Oh yes, it's too late. Harry said meaningfully, as if he had just noticed the time, and it was approaching midnight, "Good night, Hermione!"

"Good night, Harry, and have a good dream!" Hermione said pleasantly.

Evan had just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Harry turn his gaze to himself.

"Aven, aren't you sleepy, can we? we can continue to discuss the possibility of using firebolts to complete the Prenton Copying Technique, which, you know, is almost impossible to do with a normal broomstick. Harry continued, "But with the data of the firebolts, theoretically"

In fact, Evan didn't know anything about it.

He had only just heard Harry say it before he realized what "Prenton Copy" meant, a Seeker's term: seemingly nonchalantly turning around in mid-air, picking up the Golden Snitch and hiding.

The move was named after Rodri Prenton, a Seeker of the Tatehill Tornadoes, who used it in 1921 in his famous game of breaking the Golden Snitch grappling record.

Although many critics assert that Prenton's move was a coincidence, Prenton insisted until his death that he did it on purpose.

Anyone who knows even the slightest thing about Quidditch knows that this difficult move is a complete marvel for a Seeker.

Because the performance and reaction speed of the broomstick cannot be faster than that of the Golden Snitch, unless it is a coincidence, this action is impossible to complete.

In fact, Prenton has only been used once in history.

But now with the Firebolt, for the first time in theory, this fantastic Quidditch move could be done.

Looks like Harry wanted to go on.

Evan had a headache and hurriedly stood up and said that he was going to send Hermione back to her room first.

Harry nodded helplessly, and just like that, the two of them hurried out of the room.

There was no one in the dim, narrow corridor on the second floor of the Leaky Cauldron Bar, the doors on both sides were closed, and the sound of revelry downstairs loomed.

Evan and Hermione walked slowly forward, neither of them speaking.

The atmosphere was slightly awkward, and the tacit understanding between the two people just now disappeared in an instant.

Speaking of which, this is the first time they have been alone together since kissing under the Christmas tree.

"Hermione" Finally, Evan couldn't help but break the silence.

Now is an opportunity for him to try to pick up on what he hasn't done.

"Don't say it, Aven, I know it all!" Hermione looked up at Evan, her face was a lovely pink, and she said with a serious expression, "I won't refuse you, but I wish I could give me a little time." It's not going to happen for a while, okay?"

Looking at Hermione in front of him, Evan nodded helplessly, and once again complained in his heart about the vampire girl named Elaine.

If she hadn't pestered herself, things wouldn't have been as complicated as they are now, as long as she had caught up with Hermione at the time.

Seeing Evan nodding, Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and looked a lot more relaxed.

"Merry Christmas, Aven!" she whispered, "And, good night!"

Seeing Hermione turn and walk into the room, the door closing slightly, the brass sign hanging on the door shaking, Evan sighed.

I told myself repeatedly in my heart that this was the normal way to go, and if Hermione agreed with his confession and let herself into her room or something, it would be a complete dream.

When Aven staggered back to his room, he saw that Harry hadn't slept yet, and he was waiting for him with a fire bolt after he had simply washed up.

You can see that he is too excited tonight.

In fact, it wasn't just Harry, it seemed to be the case with everyone.

There are so many things happening today, so much, I don't know how many people have insomnia tonight.

Harry went on and on about the Firebolt and Quidditch, and Aven lay on his bed, not knowing how much he had listened.

He could have imagined that if Ron had been here, he would have spent the whole day sitting in the room with Harry, staring at the broom stupidly, complimenting it from every angle. He couldn't do that, but he didn't have to worry, because according to the plan, they were going to visit Ron at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries after lunch on the fifth day of the day.

Harry would be able to show off his broomstick for a while, and if all went well, Sirius would convince Mrs. Weasley to let Ron be discharged early.

When the time comes, you will be able to liberate yourself.

As he thought so, Aivan's eyes grew heavier and his thoughts blurred. (To be continued.) )