Harry's firebolts were still confiscated.

So, sometimes, this person can't get too carried away.

This time, for example, despite Hermione's denunciation, the news that Harry had received an expensive firebolt as a Christmas present reached Professor McGonagall's ears.

It was the night before school started, and Harry was in his dorm room with his firebolt and Hermione's birthday gift, the broomstick care kit, to see what he could do with it.

But there were no bent branches to build, and the broom handle was smooth and shiny, and there seemed to be no need to wipe and wax.

He and Ron just sat there, admiring it from all angles, while also drawing the other students' attention.

Suddenly, the hole in the portrait opens again, and Wood, the captain of the Gryffindor team, enters.

"Harry, I've heard, a firebolt!"

He strode over to Harry, his eyes not taking his eyes off the broom for a moment, and there was irrepressible excitement in his words.

"That's it, right? That's amazing! I'm also going to let you order a new broom. ”

"yes, that's great." Harry was pleased, too.

Wood sat down, looked at the firebolts, then at Harry, suddenly remembered something, and said in a low voice.

"I thought about it during the holidays, Harry, if the Dementors came back next time...... I mean...... We can't risk you...... How can I say it......"

Wood paused, looking a little embarrassed.

"I'm trying," Harry said quickly, "Clark is helping me, he's saying he's going to train me to fend off the Dementors, and it should start this week." ”

"Ah," Wood said, the expression on his face brightening, "If that's the case—I don't want to lose someone as good a Seeker as you, Harry."

"I know, rest assured, Wood." Harry said.

As they talked, the portrait of the common room was opened again, and Harry didn't take it seriously, but this time, it was Professor McGonagall who came through the hole.

Although Professor McGonagall was the Head of Gryffindor House, Harry had rarely seen her in the common room before, and the last time she came was a sophomore because of the basilisk to make an announcement.

"That's it, isn't it?" Professor McGonagall said keenly, walking over to the fireplace and taking a closer look at the firebolts, "I've heard from your classmates that someone gave you a broomstick, Harry. ”

Harry and Ron both grabbed their firebolts and stared at her blankly.

"Show me, okay?" Professor McGonagall asked, and without waiting for the two to answer, she pulled the firebolt out of their hands, examining it from beginning to end.

"Well, not a note, Potter? Don't have a card? Don't have any news? ”

"No?" Harry replied blankly.

"Any questions, Professor?" Wood asked too.

"I see, there's a problem...... Professor McGonagall said, "well, I think I'm afraid I'm going to take this broomstick away, Potter." ”

"W-what?!" Harry hurriedly stood up, "Why?" ”

Wood stood up as well, "Professor, Harry is about to compete in Quidditch. ”

"Of course I know," Professor McGonagall said, "but we still need to check for any evil spells on it, of course, I'm not an expert, but I think Miss Hodge and Professor Flitwick will take it apart—"

"Take it apart?" Ron asked incredulously, as if he thought Professor McGonagall was crazy.

Wood's face turned white, too, "Professor! It's a firebolt...... An authentic fire bolt in our team...... You're expecting Gryffindor to win, aren't you? ”

"Don't worry, it's going to be a few weeks," Professor McGonagall said, "and that's for your own good, Harry, you know, Sirius Black is looking for you, and this broomstick is most likely his plot." ”

Seeing their look of loss, Professor McGonagall added, "If we're sure it's not under a curse, you can take it back." ”

"There's no problem with it!" Harry hurriedly argued, his voice trembling a little, "Really, Professor—"

"You don't know that you said that, Potter," Professor McGonagall said in a rather amiable tone, "at least until you fly over it." ”

"But until we're sure it's not tampered with, you're afraid you won't be able to ride it, and I'll let you know if anything happens."

With that, ignoring Harry and Wood's pleas, Professor McGonagall turned around and came out of the portrait cave with a firebolt.

The door closed behind her, and Harry stood there, looking at where she had disappeared, the jar of quick-cleaning handles still in his hand.

Harry was depressed for days, and so was Ron, who gritted their teeth at the person who had revealed the news in front of Professor McGonagall, but they didn't know who it was, so they could only sulk.

Fortunately, the first major event after the start of school distracted them.

Hogwarts Dragon Farm, the subordinate dragon park, has finally opened.

On the first weekend of school, the gates of the dragon farm were crowded with young wizards, and even if the Dementors were flying in the air not far away, their enthusiasm was not diminished in the slightest.

It was nine o'clock in the morning, and as the gate of the dragon farm opened, the little wizards lined up, like a long snake, one after the other, and Harry and Ron were among them.

Unlike the last time I came, today's Fire Dragon Park can be regarded as completely alive, not to mention anything else, at least the fire dragon head statue on the gate of the park will really spew magic flames on them.

In addition, all the shops in the park were open, and as soon as Harry and Ron walked in, they saw various forms of puppet dragons flying in the air on the roadside stalls.

A lot of little witches were gathered around it, and some of the people who passed in front of them were following them.

In addition, there are many delicious and fun shops, and Harry and the others found out that Duke Honey has even opened a branch here, and the main focus is strawberry gummies that can make people breathe fire.

If you're not interested in shopping, there are plenty of recreational facilities in Fire Dragon Park.

A real haunted house with real ghosts and vampires in it;

The Fire Dragon roller coaster, there are no tracks, and the passengers are really flying in the air;

A high-altitude viewing platform, built above the clouds, and if you're lucky, you can see the dragon flying in the dragon farm...... Gu Xuan

Every little wizard who has been to the Fire Dragon Park is full of praise for the whimsy in it, and even lingers.

Because of this, the flow of people in Hogsmeade began to decline almost at a rate visible to the naked eye over the weekend.

People always like the new and hate the old, and if there are more interesting places to play, why should they go to small villages that they are tired of visiting?

Even those merchants who had rejected Clark's solicitation were frustrated by their short-sightedness, and with the exception of Duke Honey's shopkeeper and his wife, they soon shifted their focus to the Dragon Park branch.

In addition, Three Broomsticks, Lady Padiv's Teahouse, and Jokowi's Magic Joke Shop have all approached Clark to get a façade in Dragon Park.

But Clark rejected them on the grounds that there were no vacancies in the park, after all, the biggest thing in the world is the word rules, and these people didn't come when they first attracted investment, and now they want to regret it, it's too late.

Seeing that the business in Fire Dragon Park is getting more and more prosperous, the remaining shops in Hogsmeade Village are also struggling, carrying out various promotions.

But most of these stores are also small businesses, and they are powerless to fight back in the face of Clark's dimensionality reduction blow of imitating the amusement park model of Disney parks.

However, Hogsmeade Village itself has some residents, plus some regular customers, and their business can barely survive, but decline is inevitable.

After two weeks of official opening and making sure everything was running properly, Clark summoned some of the other Hogwarts trustees and told them about the park's earnings for the two weeks.

Thanks to the work-study students (cheap labor) recruited from Hogwarts, the park's revenue in the past two weeks was very considerable, which also greatly encouraged several school directors who invested in it, and also increased their confidence in some of his future plans.

Of course, Hogwarts is still a school of witchcraft and wizardry after all, and although Dragon Park is fun, it is only a pastime in spare time, and the main task of the young wizards is to learn about magic.

So on this cold and damp January morning, Clark and the others had to go outside, Hagrid's Conservation of Magical Creatures class.

Originally, the last thing everyone wanted was to spend two hours in the outdoor field, but Hagrid opened up today, and in order to make the students happy, he made a bonfire and threw some salamanders into it.

These magical critters live and feed on flames, and their blood has highly therapeutic and healing effects.

However, if they leave the flames, they will also die quickly, and even if they are fed peppers regularly, they will only survive for six hours.

Therefore, this class was particularly interesting, and the students had to do their best to collect firewood and leaves to keep the fire burning.

The lizards, which loved the flames, sprang up and down in the crackling wood, their white and dazzling skin changing to blue and bright red from time to time as the heat emitted by the flames changed.

Compared to the protection of magical creatures, the first divination class of the new semester was not so interesting, and Professor Trelawney now teaches them to read palmistry.

As soon as she had the chance, she told Harry that his lifeline was the shortest she had ever seen.

Harry didn't care about that now, he was more concerned about how Clark would teach him how to fend off the Dementors.

After talking to Wood, he hoped that training against the Dementors would begin as soon as possible.

"Harry, I know." Clark replied, they had just come out of the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom.

"It's been a busy few days since the beginning of school, so let me think about it...... How about eight o'clock on Thursday night? Right at the training ground of the dueling club, you know the place, it's big enough there...... And there was a training session at the dueling club that afternoon, so I put it together. ”

It was three o'clock in the afternoon on Thursday, and some students had gathered in the spacious dueling club, and they were standing or sitting, looking at the three Clark standing on the platform in front of them, with irrepressible curiosity on their faces.

Without him, it's just that the outfits of these three people are really a little strange.

Hermione, who was standing on the far left, was wearing a wizard's robe, but the robe was embroidered with different colors of silk thread with abstract patterns such as flames, thunder and lightning, ice, and whirlwinds.

Such an outfit, coupled with the heavy magic book she was holding in her arms, looked mysterious.

Neville, who is standing on the far right, has no image of a wizard at all.

He was dressed in a power suit that was easy to move, with a goblin dagger at his waist in his hand, and a dull dragon skin leather armor on his upper body.

The originally round fat face has also become angular because of unremitting exercise, and it looks resolute and resolute, and at a young age, it has already revealed a trace of manly charm.

Combined with his tall, muscular body and calluses on his hands, he looked more like a warrior than a wizard.

Clark, between Hermione and Neville, looks the most ordinary.

He wore a plain black wool sweater and jeans underneath, and looked no different from a Muggle boy everywhere.

But it was such an ordinary Clark, standing between Hermione and Neville, but like a dazzling star, it attracted everyone's attention.

Everyone present, whether intentional or unintentional, would involuntarily look at him, as if there was a strange magic in him, whether standing there or dressing, he was the center of the world.

It's as if even the heavens and the earth are revolving around him.

"Alright, everyone!"

When the last member of the dueling club walked into the club's classroom, Clark finally spoke.

"In the last six months, we have added a lot of new players to the club and, of course, they have managed to get through Neville's training and keep up with our original progress.

So next, we're going to teach you something completely new. ”

The young wizards present applauded, especially the old members who had joined the dueling club last year, they had been waiting for this day for a long time.

"Of course, before you learn something new, you have one more task, and that is to first determine your fighting style."

"What is a fighting style?" A Ravenclaw freshman raised his hand and shouted.

Clark glanced at him, "Good question!" ”

"The so-called fighting style can be said to be a combination of your fighting skills, combat rhythm, combat intelligence, and power system.

It determines how you fight against your enemies, and it also matters where you will go in the future, in terms of duels. ”

He gestured at Hermione and Neville.

"Like the two teachers standing in front of you right now, Neville and Hermione, they each represent two different fighting styles."

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