For about half an hour, the three of them converged in the common room.

Harry brought the bolt of fire from the sky and the Seven Stars of Sweep that Professor Bryan had lent him, and if the broom was really given to him by Professor Bryan, at least he would return the Seven Stars of Sweep to him, and Ron took the sweater that her mother had knitted.

"I'd rather trade my commemorative coins for this broomstick, Harry." As he passed through the Fat Lady's doorway, Ron sighed and said with a sigh.

"In terms of value, these two things are about the same, Ron." Hermione said disgruntled at Ron's complaints.

To be honest, after thinking about it for a while, Hermione also felt that the broom was most likely a gift from Professor Blaine.

Come to think of it, his favorite thing is books, so Professor Bryan gave him a handful of rare and useful magic books that he himself annotated in detail, and Ron... In fact, both she and Harry knew that Ron had a strong attachment to money, and of course, he both knew that Ron could not be blamed for this, because he grew up using only second-hand items from his brothers.

Professor Blaine apparently knew Ron, so he presented Ron with a valuable commemorative coin, which was issued to celebrate the centennial of the Wizarding Secrecy Act.

Ron's father was engaged in this work, and Professor Bryan clearly wanted Ron to let go of his impetuousness and face up to the seemingly ordinary but meaningful work.

And Harry, without a doubt, his favorite thing is Quidditch.

But at that time, Harry already had a Light Wheel 2000, and it didn't seem to make much sense to give Harry another Light Wheel 2001, so Professor Bryan would say that he would give Harry a gift, but it needed to be in the future... Well, he's waiting for a better broom to appear.

It made sense to think so, but Hermione still couldn't let go of her worries.

The Firebolt had been on sale since the summer vacation, when Professor Bryan and Harry happened to be staying at the Leaky Cauldron, so if he really wanted to give Harry a good broomstick, why did he have to wait until Christmas?

Along the way, Harry and Ron couldn't take their eyes off the firebolt, and they vehemently discussed a lot of technical terms that Hermione was rarely not interested in.

"I think you should be cautious of this broom of unknown origin!"

Hermione followed behind Harry and Ron, looking at the two little boys excitedly, she finally couldn't help but remind,

"I don't think you have forgotten, Harry, Quirrell was like you falling off a broomstick, and it's been less than two months since your last accident, so according to me, if anyone wants to kill you, giving you a cursed broomstick is the easiest way to do it!"

Harry and Ron's footsteps stopped suddenly, and his cheerful expressions froze, especially Harry, who looked at Hermione with a serious face for a while, and looked down at the broom in his hand for a while, his expression looked funny,

"What do you think--" Harry's eyes widened in disbelief, "this broom... It's Blake! ”

Ron was also shocked by Hermione's words, but he reacted quickly, and as soon as Harry's words landed, he screamed,

"Come on, Hermione!"

Ron waved the sweater he had brought to Professor Brian, a little annoyed by Hermione's whims, "Blake is a fugitive, he is wanted all over the country, I would like to see how he swaggered into Gringotts and took out hundreds of gold coins, and then walked into a Quidditch boutique full of customers!" ”

Harry immediately turned his gaze to Hermione, hoping that she couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation.

"Perhaps--" Hermione frowned tightly, "he asked a friend?" ”

"His friends are in Azkaban, Hermione." Ron said disdainfully, giving Harry a look that meant she was suspicious again.

"I think I heard you arguing?"

Suddenly, one of the rows of rooms in the hallway poked out, and it was Professor Lupin, smiling, but sickly, and wearing a well-fitting robe that was a size larger on him, as if a gust of wind would blow him down.

Harry and the three looked at each other in astonishment, then looked around in unison.

"Hehe, you're not in the wrong place."

Lupin smiled and said, "This is just outside Professor Blaine's office, I think you must have come to him, right?" ”

Harry and Professor Lupin were familiar with each other, and in order to deal with the Dementors, he had been learning the difficult magic from Professor Lupin some time ago, but Harry still felt a little embarrassed to meet Professor Lupin here, because Ron was holding a gift from Mrs. Weasley to Professor Brian.

Professor Lupin shivered as he glanced at the two broomsticks in Harry's hands and the sweater on Ron's arm.

"Then come in and say, three, there's no reason why we have to stand in the cold hallway and talk."

Lupin beckoned Hermione again,

"Come in, Hermione, Crookshank must be very glad to meet you."

Harry and the others hesitantly followed Professor Lupin into Professor Blaine's office, where it was so warm because of the exuberant fireplace that Harry felt like he had jumped into a large bath filled with hot water.

Professor Bryan may no longer be at Hogwarts - the moment he saw Professor Lupin, Harry suddenly remembered that it was Christmas, and Professor Bryan had most likely returned to the orphanage where he was raised.

"Oh, Crookshan, are you alright?"

Hermione saw at a glance that the couch had squatted out of an unrecoverable depression of Crookshan, she rushed over directly, picked up Crookshan, and rubbed it, her yellow pupils were filled with tears of guilt,

"You must have suffered a lot during this time--"

Hermione choked up.

After glaring coldly at Crookshan, Ron turned his head away, no matter what, he couldn't forgive the killer of Blob.

Looking at the clean and tidy room, for some reason, Harry suddenly thought of the fleeting name that appeared in this position two weeks ago.

Sirius Black!

Harry hadn't told Ron and Hermione about it, because as far as he knew, he thought it was probably just his own eyes, otherwise he couldn't figure out how it happened.

Blake sneaks into this room and wants to deal with Professor Blaine?

God testifies that if Blake had such thoughts, Harry would have woken up laughing in his dreams.

If it was true, Harry didn't dare to say that he knew how powerful Professor Bryan was, because so far, Harry had only seen Professor Bryan make a move once, and that was the time when he lightly imprisoned the basilisk in the secret room, but the kind of indifference that Professor Bryan exuded, the kind of indifference towards everything, made people feel his confidence invisibly, just like Dumbledore, Harry had never seen a panicked look on the face of the great headmaster of Hogwarts.

Meow--

An abrupt meow pulled Harry's thoughts out of his own world, and he subconsciously looked over Hermione's shoulder, and then saw Hermione also looking at Crook Hill in confusion, and after a long glance, they finally noticed who was making the unfamiliar cry on the low marching bed in the innermost part of the office.

It is a large black cat, about the size of Crook Mountain.

As Harry looked away, the cat was looking away from the firebolt and into his own face.

"This cat?"

Harry blinked, confused.

"Ahem, you found it, Harry--"

Probably because he was standing at the door of the room just now and poured a cool breeze, Professor Lupin coughed hoarsely, and he gestured to the three little ones not to worry,

"It's called Lenny, it's from the wilderness, it's a very smart little guy, ahem... Anyway, it's a Christmas present from Professor Blaine..."

Professor Lupin took Lenny in his arms, turned to the edge of his desk, and smiled at the three of them.





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