"I can't believe it." Harry said in a hoarse voice.

At Ron's urging, he tore open the long, large package, and a beautiful, sparkling broomstick rolled onto his bed, and he gasped in amazement.

Ron dropped his socks and jumped out of bed to take a closer look.

It was a firebolt, exactly the same one Harry had ever dreamed of every day when he was in Diagon Alley.

Harry picked it up, and it sparkled.

He could feel it quivering slightly, 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.

"Let's see if there's a card or something...... Harry told Ron to tear open the wrapper of the firebolt.

"Nothing! Hey, who's spending so much money for you? ”

"Well," Harry said, surprised, "I bet it's not the Dursleys. ”

"I bet it's Dumbledore," Ron walked round and round around the imposing firebolts, looking carefully from beginning to end, "Didn't he give you the Cloak of Invisibility anonymously?" ”

"But that's my father's," said Harry, "Dumbledore just gave it to me...... He wouldn't spend so 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, "Otherwise, guys like Malfoy will say he's biased." Hey, Harry—"

Ron burst out laughing, "Malfoy! When he sees you riding this broomstick, he'll die of misery! It's an international level broomstick, really! ”

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

At this point, Ron lay down on Harry's bed, and he couldn't breathe with laughter at the thought of what Malfoy would look like.

"Oh, yes! And a package. Harry came to his senses and bent down to pick up the humble little package.

"Uh...... Owl food? Harry seemed more surprised than he had just seen the firebolts, "And it's a gift from Maca, why?" ”

"Oh, speaking of which, I seem to have a little package there...... too"

Ron got up from Harry's bed and walked over to his own.

There was a sound of tearing wrappers, followed by a soft sound of Ron's surprise.

"Is Maca planning a pet food tasting party this year?" He wondered, "A small bottle per person, maca seems to be getting more and more stingy......

"Oh-there's a little card, I'll see-" Ron said suddenly, "yes...... This is Maca herself made, saying that the nutritional value is very high, which can make my spots healthier? ”

Ron pulled Spotted out of his pocket.

Harry was surprised to find that Spotted, who had been so fat before, was now skinny and skinny—Spotted's hair seemed to be falling off in pieces.

"Looks like Maca always knew what I needed." Ron felt a little moved, "No one noticed that Spotted wasn't in good shape lately, but he did. ”

He poured a few grains of reddish-brown rat food from the palm-sized bottle that Maca had given him and placed them in front of Spotted.

Spotted leaned in and sniffed, looking a little hesitant.

"Eat it, my friend made it for you, it's nutritious!" Ron leaned it closer to his lips and urged, "It should make you gain some weight." ”

Spotted's head shrunk, and he realized that Ron wouldn't let it go if he didn't eat it, so he had to stretch his neck and eat a few pills.

With a snapping bite, Spotted found himself unable to stop - what the hell was this thing made of? It's so delicious!

It's fragrant and crispy, and it seems to have a faint hint of barbecue, which is like ......

"It's like ......," Harry picked up one and sniffed it, then threw it into his mouth and chewed it, "Fried peanuts!" My dad ordered delivery at a Chinese restaurant, and that's the smell! ”

"Hey! Don't grab food with Spotted! Ron couldn't laugh or cry.

“…… But, I said, this one is too delicious...... Why? Harry's eyes widened and he said, "I think I still want to eat, so get me some more!" ”

"Don't you have that too! Grab it with your Hedwig—" Ron said angrily.

"What are you two talking about?"

Hermione walked in through the door, still in her pajamas, with Crookshan. Crookshank Hill looked bad-tempered, with a wire around his neck.

"Don't bring it here!" Ron said, hurriedly shoving Spotted back into his pocket. But Hermione didn't listen to him, and she put Crookhill on Seamus's empty bed, and looked at the firebolt with her mouth wide open.

"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?" Ron asked.

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

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

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

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

"Hmm...... Who would give Harry something of such value without telling him who it was? Hermione asked.

"Who's going to care about that?" Ron said impatiently, "Listen, Harry, shall I ride?" Okay? ”

"I don't think anyone can ride it at the moment!" Hermione screamed.

Harry and Ron looked at her in amazement.

"Do you think Harry is going to do anything with it - sweep the floor?" Ron said.

But before Hermione could answer, Crookshank Hill jumped out of Seamus's bed and went straight to Ron's chest.

"Kick it—from—here—out!" Ron immediately clutched his pockets and yelled.

But before he could cover it, Crookshank's claws had already tore Ron's dressing gown, and Blob managed to run desperately from Ron's shoulder.

Ron grabbed Spotted Tail and kicked Crookshank, but missed. He kicked the box at the foot of Harry's bed, knocking it over.

Ron himself was jumping on one leg in place, screaming in pain.

Crookshan's hair suddenly stood on end, and the room was filled with high-pitched, faint cries.

"You might as well take this cat away, Hermione." Ron said furiously, sitting on Harry's bed and rubbing his toes.

Hermione pursed her lips, then picked up Crookshan, who was still staring at Ron viciously with his yellow eyes.

At this moment, Spotted curled up in Ron's palm.

"It doesn't look great, does it?" Harry hesitated.

"It's just over-nervous!" Ron said, "If that stupid big furball doesn't mess with it, it's fine!" ”

But Harry remembered that the woman at the Zoo had said that rats only lived three years...... He couldn't help but think that Spotted might be nearing the end of its life.

Even though Ron kept complaining that Spotted was annoying and useless, Harry was sure that Ron would be very sad if Spotted died.

"Maca said that rat food would make Spotted healthier, he must have known." Harry couldn't help but think.

That morning, in the Gryffindor common room, the Christmas atmosphere must have been light.

Hermione locked Crookhill in her dorm room, but was furious that Ron was going to kick it; Ron, on the other hand, was furious that Crookshank wanted to eat Spotted again.

Harry gave up trying to reconcile the two of them and went to see his firebolt - he had brought it to the common room.

For some reason, this also upset Hermione.

She didn't say anything, but she kept looking at the firebolt gloomily, as if it had offended her cat, too.

While Ron and Hermione were sulking, Maca was flying through the sky......

"Whew!"

Maca flew low in the air and sped in front of the three Ernies, causing them to scream.

"Oh, that's great!" Ernie shouted, "Come on, do it again!" ”

And next to him, the two little girls were even more applauding and their hands were red, and they looked very excited.

But after a circle in mid-air, Maca descended and stopped in front of them.

"It's not interesting for me to fly alone, why don't you come together?" Maca said.

"But we can't fly!" Ernie said, "It's better to see how hard you fly." ”

"Then rest for a while!" Maca said, falling to the ground, "It's going to be lunchtime in a minute, isn't it?" You haven't introduced me to this new friend yet! ”

"Hah! This is my good friend with Hannah – Layla Shafiq, we've known each other since childhood. Ernie shrugged.

"Uh-huh," Layla said with a grin, "Ernie told me about you—many times!" ”

"I've said it so many times, but don't you still remember the wrong name?" Ernie couldn't help but say.

"Oh—I'm not very good at remembering people's names—"

"Leave her alone, Marka," Ernie said with a smile, "she's always so reckless, don't care......"

"It's okay, just be careful, don't bump into yourself." Maca hooked the corners of her mouth, pretending to be smiling.

"Hey, stop laughing, you're laughing awkwardly!" Layla suddenly said, "It looks a little spooky. ”

"Uh, really?" Maca touched her face.

It seems that I have to hurry up, and the current state is really not conducive to the progress of the plan.