"Harry, what is this?" Ron came from somewhere, looking curiously at the package in front of Harry, "Wait, this shape...... It's like a broomstick!"

He jumped up excitedly, "Open it and take a look! Harry, take it apart and see what it is!"

Harry couldn't wait, and he tore open the long package, revealing a beautiful, glittering broomstick.

"Wow—"

A cry of amazement rang out.

Harry was gasped for surprise. Ron dropped the wizard chess piece in his hand and jumped almost from his seat to take a closer look.

"It's, it's ......" Ron pointed to the broomstick, shuddering and speechless.

For this reason, he ran back to his bedroom in a frenzy and rummaged through his bed to find a newspaper.

The headline on the second page of the newspaper read, "The most expensive and luxurious broomstick ever sold in Quidditch Boutique!"

Below the title, a photograph of a Quidditch boutique stands out with a broom on a pedestal erected by the shop window, which the young wizards consider to be the most beautiful, astonishing, and advanced broom they have ever seen.

There is also a note hanging next to the broom-

Firebolts:

This broomstick represents the highest level of craftsmanship at present, with a high-quality ash handle, diamond polishing, and a hand-engraved registration number. Each carefully selected birch branch at the tail of the broom is sharpened into a streamlined shape, giving the broom unrivalled balance and exquisite accuracy. The Firebolt accelerates from zero to 150 miles per hour in ten seconds with an unbreakable brake. The price is negotiable.

"Firebolt, this must be a firebolt!" Ron exclaimed, "Harry, this is the fastest broom in the world!"

Ron's fussy screams drew the other students in the common room as well, and they let out even louder exclamations than Ron.

"Merlin's big pants!" Fred's eyes widened in shock, "I've heard from the owner of the Quidditch boutique that the Irish international team has just ordered seven of these beautiful broomsticks. This product is the darling of the World Cup!"

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

During his temporary stay in Diagon Alley before school started, he used to visit the Quidditch boutique every day to see the coveted broomstick.

And now the one in front of him is exactly the same as the one at the beginning!

Harry picked up the glittering firebolt, and he could feel it tremble, and let go of his hand—

The firebolt hung obediently in mid-air, without any support, and was just right above the ground for him to ride on. His eyes were fascinated from the golden serial number at the top of the broomstick to the end of the completely smooth, streamlined broom.

No Quidditch player can turn down this gift!

"Harry, where did you get the rich guy or the rich woman to be your friend?" George said enviously, "'The price is negotiable, Merlin, and I bet the price of this broom will never be less than two thousand Galleons!'

Ron was also curious, and tore the wrapper of the fire bolt that had fallen to Harry's side. ….

"Come and see, Harry, here's a letter for you!" He suddenly shouted.

Harry turned his head in surprise and took the letter from Ron's hand.

After a few moments, a large smile gradually appeared on his face.

"Follow me, Ron!" Harry was holding the firebolt and the letter in the package in one hand, and with the other hand dragged Hermione, who still wanted to read a book.

He called his two best friends into the boys' dormitory and carefully locked the door.

"What's going on, Harry?" Hermione asked, confused.

Although the Gryffindor girls did have the right to enter the boys' dormitory, being forced into the men's dormitory like this still made Hermione blush a little, so she glared at Harry angrily.

[Given the circumstances, "Listen to me, Ron, Hermione...

Harry didn't pay attention to Hermione's expression, and after glancing out the door again, and after making sure there was no one else, he whispered to the two of them, "This broom is a Christmas present from Sirius in advance!"

"Sirius Black?!" Ron's mouth opened wide in surprise, but then he lowered his voice, "Oh, by the way, he said he was your godfather...... It's just that I didn't expect him to be so rich!"

"More than a decade ago, the Blake family was definitely no worse than the Malfoy family's wealth." Hermione, who is well-read, explained, "Even if it falls, Mr. Blake should be fine if he finds a few thousand Galleons to buy a broomstick."

Of course, none of them knew that although Sirius was nominally the last heir of the Black family, Master Regulus Black, whom the house-elf Kreacher recognized, was rescued and quickly took over the life and death of the Black family's wealth.

Sirius was stunned when he returned to 12 Grimmauld Place and saw Regulus!

Later, the two brothers had a deep chat and made it clear what they had done, and it turned out that their final goal was to fight Voldemort, and the two of them untied a lot of knots.

However, the Blake family's fortune had already been taken into the hands of Regulus, and Sirius had a lot of good things to say to Regulus in order to buy Harry a new broomstick, and only then did he get enough Galleon to buy firebolts......

In the Gryffindor boys' dormitory, Harry pulled out the parchment from the folder and shook it at Ron and Hermione.

"It's a letter from Sirius, who told me he bought this broom for me." He excitedly said, "He also told me that I was safe now and that I didn't have to worry about him!"

Ron and Hermione leaned over in surprise and looked at the letter in Harry's hand.

It was written on the parchment like this—

"Dear Harry: I hope you are doing well at Hogwarts. I've returned to the Blake family's ancestral home, and it's safe now.

The wanted warrant hasn't been lifted yet, but no Dementor has been able to find me. I'm sure Dumbledore and your Professor Dracula will be able to help me with my wanted issue soon, and hopefully it won't be long before we can meet in the open. ….

This broom is considered as a Christmas gift for you, I don't know if you will stay in school during the Christmas holidays, so let the owl send you a gift in advance, and wish you a Merry Christmas in advance!

By the way, the previous game of the Dementor invasion of the Quidditch pitch cost you your Halo 2000, but they did find me. I wanted to see you so much, so I turned into a black dog and went to watch the game.

I went to your last game too, and well done! The Slytherin guys just don't clean up. However, the broom you used in the last game is obviously not worthy of your level, and I hope this broom will make up for my mistake of losing the Halo 2000 before.

Also, I think I scared you. It was the night you left your uncle's house before school started, and I would like to apologize for that. I just wanted to see my godson, but I think you were scared to see me.

There are a few things attached to the letter that I think will make your life at Hogwarts much more enjoyable. Write to me if you need me. Your owl will find mine. I'll write to you soon.

Your Godfather, S.B. (Siriusk)"

Harry saw the last paragraph, as if he realized something, and eagerly searched for it in the envelope.

There was another piece of parchment in the envelope.

He looked at it quickly, and suddenly felt warm all over his body, and his heart was full, as if he had drunk a warm bottle of butterbeer in one go.

The sentence on the parchment is simple –

"I, Sirius Black, the godfather of Harry Potter, hereby grant that he should travel to Hogsmeade for the weekend."

A smile of joy broke across Harry's face.

"See, Ron, Hermione, I can go to Hogsmeade with you this weekend too!" He hugged his two friends vigorously.

"Cool!" Ron shouted equally excitedly, "It's so cool to have such a godfather!"

Hermione happily patted Harry on the back as well, and suddenly, her expression as she looked at the letter became a little surprised.

"Wait, Harry......" she poked Harry's arm, "There seems to be a postscript on the back of the letter, it seems to be addressed to Ron."

"What? Harry's rich godfather has anything else to say to me?" Ron almost immediately let go of Harry and flew to the letter, "Make a wish, I wish I could have a fire bolt too!"

"You're not dreaming, Ron!" Hermione rolled her eyes at him.

Ron was not struck by her, and still picked up the letter with great interest, muttering in his mouth:

"I'll earn that kind of rich man who can give me a galleon......

The back of the parchment of the letter reads—

"I think your friend Ron Wesley might be willing to adopt the owl that sent you this letter and broomstick. Because of my problem, he lost his pet mouse."

Ron's eyes widened.

"What? I'm going to have an owl?!" He exclaimed excitedly, "What about the owl? Where is that owl?"

"It looks like I'll be in the common room after delivering the letter." Hermione gestured out the door.

"Whew! Nobody touch that owl, it's mine! ….

Ron screamed and rushed out of the dormitory, running to the owl that had delivered the broomstick and the letter.

……

Soon it was the weekend, and the three little wizards rushed out of the school gate in high spirits.

Among them, Harry, who had never been to Hogsmeade before, was the most excited, and he looked around, feeling that everything was very new.

It was snowing heavily, but that didn't dampen the three of them in the slightest.

As Christmas approaches, Hogsmeade looks like a Christmas card in the snow: huts and shops are covered with crunchy snowflakes, wreaths of holly are on the doors of houses, and enchanted candles hang in strings from trees.

"It's a little cold, why don't we go sit on three broomsticks?"

After visiting the screaming shack that had once been used by Professor Lupin to transform into a werewolf, Ron proposed.

Harry and Hermione both nodded approvingly.

The faces of the three were flushed with cold, but they were in good spirits, and they bounced towards the tavern called Three Broomsticks.

There were obviously a lot of people who were in the same mind, and the tavern was crowded, noisy, warm and smoky.

A woman with a graceful figure and a pated face tending to a gang of noisy wizards at the bar.

"That's Miss Rosmerta." Ron blushed as Hermione rolled her eyes disdainfully.

He then added, "What do you want to drink?" I'll get you some wine."

However, before Ron could order a drink, Miss Rosmerta approached with great concern.

"What do you want to drink?" She asked with a coquettish smile.

"I...... I want a butterbeer." Ron couldn't help but look at Miss Rosmerta's face again and again.

Hermione let out a small "snort" and said, "I want a cup of hot cocoa juice."

Miss Rosmerta looked at the two of them with a meaningful look before she looked at Harry and asked, "What about you, what do you want to drink, young man?"

"I ......"

Before Harry could say what he wanted to drink, a sudden gust of wind blew in the street outside the tavern.

A few dementors with a gloomy aura slammed through the door and squeezed in, snorting unbridled in the merrimentous tavern, still nominally searching for wanted criminals who had escaped from Azkaban.

The noisy atmosphere inside the tavern is lonely.

Everyone looked at the Dementors who came in through the door with fear and disgust, but none of them dared to make any resistance for fear of being dementored

The monster stared at him, and was given a "Dementor Kiss" by them......

"It's these annoying guys again, and they're all day long." Lady Rosmerta muttered, "You three can hide a little, these Dementors like to stare at you little wizards and soak up the happy emotions......

"These Dementors...... Do you come here often?" Harry asked in a whisper.

"Yes, I basically patrol every store, claiming to be looking for criminals, but in fact they are here to eat." "Business has gotten a lot worse in our shops these days, and it's because of these monsters!"

Harry's eyes flickered for a moment, then he met Hermione and Ron's eyes.

Ron looked indignant, and from time to time he peeked out of the corner of his eye at Miss Rosmerta, Hermione was a little surprised, and then nodded firmly at Harry.

The next moment, under the stunned gazes of Miss Rosmerta and all the wizards present, Harry suddenly stood up.

Thinking back to the letter he had received from Sirius the other day, the sight of the firebolt, the signing of his godfather, and the joy he had when he knew he had a loved one, he raised his wand and shouted—

"Expe!"

A silvery white light poured out of the tip of Harry's wand and spewed towards the Dementors, among which a lively fawn could be seen leaping in the silver light.

Ron and Hermione also raised their wands one after the other, reciting the Patronus Charm.

Two slightly thinner flashes of silver flashed as they worked with Harry's Patronus to drive the Dementors out of the door of the three broomsticks.

As if inspired by them, the Hogwarts students in the other shops raised their wands.

The chant of the spell "Calling for the Divine Guardian" gradually resounded throughout Hogsmeade, and one after another shallow and deep silver light erupted from the shops, and one Dementor after another was driven out.

Gradually, the silver light spread throughout the Hogsmeade village, intertwining with the white snowflakes flying in the air, illuminating the dark atmosphere brought by the Dementors!

……

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