It was a firebolt, exactly the same one Harry had ever dreamed of every day when he was in Diagon Alley. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Harry picked it up, and it sparkled.

He could feel it tremble, and let it go, it hung in mid-air, unsupported, and just right above the ground for him to ride on.

His eyes went from the golden serial number at the top of the broomstick to the end of the completely smooth, streamlined broom.

"Who gave it to you?" Ron asked quietly. "It can't be VIO, right?" he said "Eat" and laughed, "It must be her, your anger is still useful." ”

"See if there's a card. Harry said.

Ron tears open the wrapper of the firebolt.

"Nothing, heck, who's going to spend so much money for you but her?"

"Well," said Harry, astonished, "all I can say is that I bet it's definitely not the Dursleys. But it doesn't seem like VIO, she always writes something, does she?"

"I bet it's Dumbledore," Ron said, walking and walking around the glorious firebolts, looking at them carefully from beginning to end, "Didn't he give you the Cloak of Invisibility anonymously?"

"But that's my father's," Harry said, "Dumbledore just gave it to me." He's not going to spend that much money on me. He couldn't give a student something so valuable. ”

"That's why he didn't say he sent it," Ron said, "or someone like Malfoy would say he's biased." Hey, Harry," Ron laughed, "Malfoy, he's going to die when he sees you riding this broomstick, it's an international broomstick, really!"

"I can't believe it," Harry muttered, stroking the broomstick with one hand, "who?"

Ron lay on Harry's bed and couldn't breathe with laughter at the thought of what Malfoy would look like.

"I see," Ron said, trying to hold back his laughter, "I know who might have sent it, Lupin!"

"What?" said Harry, now laughing. "Lupin, listen, if he has so much money. He will be able to buy himself a few more new robes. ”

"yes, but he likes you. "He wasn't there when you smashed the light wheel, and he probably heard about it, so he went to Diagon Alley and bought you a ......."

"What do you mean when you say he wasn't there?" said Harry, "and he was sick when I was playing. ”

"Well, he's not in the school hospital. Ron said, "I was in the hospital at the time, didn't Snape punish me to wash the kettle, remember?"

Harry frowned at Ron.

"I don't think Lupin can afford anything like this. ”

"What are you two laughing at?"

Hermione had just come in, dressed in her dressing gown and carrying Mount Crook. Crookshank Hill looked bad-tempered, with a wire around his neck.

"Don't bring it here!" said Ron, who had never forgiven Crookshank for eating Spotted.

Hermione ignored him and went straight to Harry's firebolts.

"Oh, Harry, who gave this to you?"

"I don't know," said Harry, "I didn't have a card or anything with me for this gift. ”

To Harry's great surprise, she was neither excited nor curious to hear this.

Instead, her face was elongated and she was biting her lip.

"What's wrong with you?" asked Ron.

"I don't know," Hermione said slowly, "but it's kind of weird, isn't it? I mean, it's a pretty good broomstick, isn't it?"

Ron sighed angrily.

"It's the best broomstick, Hermione. He said.

"Then it must be expensive......"

"Probably more expensive than all the Slytherin broomsticks combined. Ron said happily.

"Well, who would give Harry something as valuable without telling him who it was?" asked Hermione.

"Who cares about this?" Ron said impatiently, "Listen, Harry, can I ride it?"

"I don't think anyone can ride it right now!" Hermione screamed.

Harry and Ron looked at her.

"What do you think Harry is going to do with it, sweeping the floor?" said Ron.

"You know, sometimes I'm curious about how he grew up. Hermione ignored Ron's sarcastic question, and spoke calmly to Harry.

Then she turned around, flicked her long hair, and walked out of Harry and Ron's bedroom, leaving Ron chattering angrily and scolding her and Crookshank in turn.

In the Gryffindor common room that morning, the Christmas atmosphere must have been light.

Harry gave up trying to reconcile the two of them and went all down to see his firebolt, which he had brought to the common room.

For some reason, this also upset Hermione, who didn't say anything, but she kept looking at the firebolt gloomily. It's as if it had offended her cat as much as Ron.

At lunchtime they all went into the hall, and found that the tables had been moved against the wall again, and there was only one table in the center of the room for twelve people.

Professor Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, Sprout, and Flitwick were all there, as was Filch, the janitor.

Filch had stripped off his usual brown coat and was wearing an old and rather outdated tuxedo.

In addition to them, there were only three students: two extremely nervous first-year students and a gloomy-faced sixth-year student from Slytherin House.

"Merry Christmas!" Dumbledore said, as Harry, Ron, and Hermione approached the table. "There aren't many of us, it's a bit silly to use those tables in the courtyards, sit down, sit down!"

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

"Firecrackers!" Dumbledore said enthusiastically, handing Snape the tail of a large silver firecracker, who reluctantly took it.

The firecracker slammed, like a gun, and scattered, revealing a large witch's hat on top of it, and a specimen of a mountain carving on top of it.

Harry remembered Boggart and looked at Ron, both grinning, and Professor Snape pursed his mouth as he pushed his hat to Dumbledore, who immediately replaced it with his witch's hat.

"Let's eat!" He smiled at the whole table.

Harry was fetching himself baked potatoes when the hall door opened.

It was Professor Trelawney who entered, and she slid towards everyone as if she were standing on wheels.

To celebrate Christmas, she wore a green dress decorated with small metal discs, making her look more like a shiny king-sized dragonfly.

"Sybil, it's a pleasure to have you here!" Dumbledore said, standing up.

"Headmaster, I've been looking at the crystal ball," said Professor Trelawney, in her most faint and distant voice, "and to my surprise, I saw myself ditch my own lunch to come to your dinner. What am I, and how can I refuse the urging of fate?I immediately walked out of my building, and I sincerely beg your forgiveness for my tardiness......"

"Of course. Of course," said Dumbledore, his eyes lit up, "let me bring you a chair!"

Sure enough, he used his wand to pull a chair in mid-air, which spun in mid-air for a few seconds before landing between Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall with a dull thud. However, Professor Trelawney did not sit down, her big eyes kept looking at the table, and she suddenly let out a low scream.

"I don't dare, Headmaster, if I sit down, there will be thirteen people at a table, there is nothing more unlucky than thirteen, never forget, if thirteen people eat together, the first person to stand up after the meal will be the first to die!"