Chapter 222 Hogsmeade Is Filled with Silver Light

"Harry, what is this?" Ron came over from nowhere and looked at the package in front of Harry curiously, "Wait a minute, this shape... it looks like a flying broomstick!"

He immediately jumped up excitedly, "Open it quickly and take a look! Harry, take it apart quickly and see what kind of broom it is!"

In fact, Harry couldn't wait in his heart. He tore open the long package, and a beautiful, sparkling broomstick suddenly appeared in front of them.

"Wow--"

There was a cry of exclamation.

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

"This is, this is..." Ron pointed at the broom, trembling and speechless.

For this reason, he ran back to the dormitory like crazy, rummaged through the boxes on his bed and found a newspaper.

The headline on the second page of the newspaper read: "The most expensive and luxurious broomstick in history is officially on the shelves of Quidditch boutiques!"

Below the title, a photo of a Quidditch boutique stands out. On a pedestal erected next to the shop window, there is a broom. It is recognized by the young wizards as the most beautiful, astonishing, and beautiful they have ever seen. State of the art broom.

There is also a note hanging next to the broom——

Firebolt:

This broomstick represents the highest level of craftsmanship at present, with high-quality ash wood handle, diamond polishing, and hand-engraved registration number. Each carefully selected birch branch at the end of the broom is ground into a streamlined shape, giving the broom unparalleled balance and exquisite accuracy. The Firebolt can accelerate from 0 to 150 miles per hour in ten seconds and is imbued with an unbreakable braking spell. Price negotiable.

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

Ron's fussing screams attracted the other students in the common room, who then let out even louder exclamations than Ron's.

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

"I can't believe it," Harry murmured hoarsely.

Before school started, when he was temporarily living in Diagon Alley, he used to go to the Quidditch boutique every day to look at the coveted broomstick.

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

Harry picked up the gleaming Firebolt. He could feel it trembling and let go -

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

No Quidditch player can refuse this gift!

"Harry, where did you find a rich man or a rich woman as a friend?" George said with envy, "'Price is negotiable.' Merlin, I bet the price of this broom will not be less than two thousand. Galleons!”

Ron was also curious about this, so he tore the wrapping paper of the Firebolt that fell aside for Harry.

"Come and look, Harry, there's a letter for you!" he shouted suddenly.

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

After a moment, a big smile gradually appeared on his face.

"Follow me, Ron!" Harry held the Firebolt and the letter in the package in one hand, and with the other hand, he dragged Hermione away who still wanted to read.

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

"What happened, Harry?" Hermione asked confused.

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

"Listen to me, Ron, Hermione..." Harry didn't pay attention to Hermione's expression. He glanced outside the door again. After confirming that there was no one else, he whispered to the two of them, "Sirius gave this broom to me in advance. A Christmas present from me!”

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

"More than ten years ago, the Black family was definitely no worse than the Malfoy family." Hermione, who was knowledgeable and knowledgeable, explained from the side, "Even though it declined, Mr. Black found thousands of galleons. You should still be fine buying a broom.”

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, had been rescued and quickly took control of Black. The power of life and death that destroys the family wealth.

Sirius was shocked when he returned to No. 12 Grimmauld Place and saw Regulus!

Later, the two brothers had an in-depth chat and thoroughly explained what they had done. Only then did they realize that their final goal was to fight against Voldemort, and the two of them also solved a lot of knots in their hearts.

However, the wealth of the Black family was already in the hands of Regulus. In order to buy Harry a new broom, Sirius begged and said a lot of good things to Regulus before taking it. I have enough Galleons to buy Firebolts...

In the Gryffindor boys' dormitory, Harry took out the parchment from the package and waved it to Ron and Hermione.

"This is a letter from Sirius. He told me that he bought me this broom." He said excitedly, "He also told me that I am safe now and don't have to worry about him!"

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

This is written on the parchment——

"Dear Harry: I hope your life at Hogwarts is going well. I have returned to the ancestral home of the Black family and am now safe.

Although the wanted order has not been cancelled, no dementors have been able to find me. I believe that Dumbledore and your Professor Dracula will be able to help me solve the wanted issue soon. I hope that we can meet openly before long.

This broom is a Christmas gift for you. I don’t know if you will stay in school during the Christmas vacation, so I asked the owl to deliver the gift to you in advance. I wish you a Merry Christmas in advance!

By the way, you lost your Nimbus 2000 when the Dementors invaded the Quidditch pitch, but they did find my traces. Because I wanted to see you so much, I turned into a black dog and went to watch the game.

I went to your last game too, well done! Those guys in Slytherin just need to be dealt with. However, the broom you used in the last game is obviously not worthy of your level. I hope this broom can make up for my previous mistake of causing you to lose Nimbus 2000.

Plus, I think I gave you a scare. It was the night you left your uncle's house before school started, and I want to apologize for that. I just wanted to see my godson, but I think you were quite frightened when you saw me.

Enclosed is something for you that I think will make your time at Hogwarts more enjoyable. If you need me, write to me. Your owl will find me. I will write to you again soon.

Your Godfather, (Sirius Black)"

When Harry saw the last paragraph, he seemed to realize something and searched eagerly in the envelope.

There was another piece of parchment tucked inside the envelope.

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

The sentence on the parchment is very simple——

"I, Sirius Black, Godfather of Harry Potter, hereby grant his permission to travel to Hogsmeade for the weekend."

A joyous smile broke out on Harry's face.

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

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

Hermione also patted Harry's back happily, and suddenly her expression turned a little surprised when she looked at the letter.

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

"What? What else did Harry's rich godfather say to me?" Ron let go of Harry almost immediately and flew to the side of the letter, "First make a wish, I hope I can also have a Firebolt! "

"I'm afraid 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:

"That kind of rich man can just give me a Galleons and I will earn it..."

The back of the parchment of the letter reads:

"I thought your friend Ron Weiss might be willing to adopt the owl that sent you this letter and the broomstick. Because he lost his pet mouse due to my problems."

Ron's eyes widened.

"What? I'm going to have an owl?!" he shouted excitedly. "Where's the owl? Where is the owl?"

"I think you stayed in the common room after delivering the letter." Hermione pointed to the door.

"Ouch! Don't touch that owl, it's mine!

"

Ron howled and rushed out of the dormitory, running towards the owl that brought the broomstick and the letter.

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The weekend soon came, and the three little wizards rushed out of the school gate with excitement.

Among them, Harry, who had never been to Hogsmeade, was the most excited. He looked around and felt that everything was fresh and new.

There was heavy snow in the sky, but this did not dampen the enthusiasm of the three Harrys at all.

As Christmas approaches, Hogsmeade looks like a Christmas card in the snow: the huts and shops are covered with a layer of crispy snowflakes, and there are holly garlands on the doors of every house. , enchanted candles hung in clusters on the tree.

"It's a bit cold. Why don't we go sit at the Three Broomsticks?"

Ron suggested after visiting the Shrieking Shack that was once used by Professor Lupin to transform into a werewolf.

Harry and Hermione both nodded in agreement.

The three people's faces were all red from the cold, but they were in good spirits and skipped towards the tavern called The Three Broomsticks.

There were obviously many people who agreed with them. The tavern was crowded, noisy, warm and smoky.

A graceful woman with a pretty face was tending to a group of noisy wizards at the bar.

"That's Ms. Rosmerta." Ron introduced with a slightly red face, while Hermione rolled her eyes with disdain.

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

However, before Ron could order a drink, Ms. Rosmerta took the initiative and came over very considerately.

"What do you three want to drink?" she asked with a charming smile.

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

Hermione hummed softly, then said, "I'd like a cup of hot cocoa juice."

Ms. Rosmerta looked at the two of them with a thoughtful look, then 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, there was a sudden gust of wind blowing from the street outside the pub.

Several dementors exuding a gloomy aura slammed the door open and squeezed in. They drank unscrupulously in the cheerful tavern, nominally still searching for wanted criminals who had escaped from Azkaban.

The noisy atmosphere in the tavern fell silent.

Everyone looked at the dementors coming in from the door with fear and disgust, but no one dared to make any resistance, for fear of being targeted by the dementors and being given a "dementor's kiss" by them... …

"It's these annoying guys again, affecting my business all day long." Ms. Rosmerta whispered, "You three can hide better, these dementors like to stare at you little wizards to absorb the happiness. Feeling emotional..."

"Do these dementors... come here often?" Harry asked softly.

"Yes, we basically patrol every store every day. They claim to be looking for criminals, but they are actually here to eat." Ms. Rosmerta said, "The business of our stores has deteriorated during these days. A lot, just because of these monsters!”

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

Ron looked indignant, and occasionally glanced at Ms. Rosmerta out of the corner of his eye. Hermione was a little surprised at first, and then nodded firmly to Harry.

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

He recalled in his mind the joy he felt when he received Sirius's letter a few days ago, saw the Firebolt, got his godfather's signature, and knew he had a relative. He raised his wand and shouted loudly -

"Exvoking God's Protection (Expe)!"

A ray of silvery white light surged out from the tip of Harry's wand and spurted towards the Dementors, in which a lively deer could be vaguely seen jumping in the silver light.

Ron and Hermione also raised their wands one after another and chanted the Patronus Charm.

Two slightly thinner silver lights flashed, and together with Harry's Patronus, they drove the dementors out of the door of the Three Broomsticks.

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

The call of the spell "Calling the Gods for Protection" gradually resounded throughout Hogsmeade. Rays of light or dark silver light spewed out from various shops, and the Dementors were driven out one after another. .

Gradually, silver light covered the entire Hogsmeade village, intertwined with the white snowflakes flying in the air, illuminating the dark atmosphere brought by the dementors!

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