Chapter 313 Who Sent the Firebolt? The Dragon Claw in the Crystal Ball

Christmas.

Aaron woke up early in the morning with a pile of gift boxes piled at the foot of the bed.

He dug out Jeans' gift, a crystal ball.

"I knew it." Aaron carefully placed the crystal ball on the table, followed the method taught by Professor Trelawney, and concentrated on divination.

However, after more than ten minutes, he only saw some blurry fragments on the crystal ball.

A goblet with blue-white flames dancing inside, and a white claw in addition.

Aaron shook his head violently, and it took him a while to come back to his senses.

He has been studying divination for less than half a year, and he can barely be regarded as an apprentice fortune teller. Using a crystal ball to predict the future is still quite energy-consuming for him now.

"That claw looks like..."

Aaron was thoughtful and turned to look at Abe, who was rolling on the bed made of marshmallows. He couldn't help but feel a toothache.

it should be no problem? Although his dragon is a little skinny, it won't cause any trouble.

Aaron comforted himself in his heart without confidence, and then opened the gift from his parents.

Just when he thought it was a postcard, a familiar file bag appeared in front of him, with a few words of dedication on it:

Guaranteed to be much more detailed than the previous one.

I hope you can choose carefully and don't keep us waiting too long.

Gulu!

Aaron couldn't help swallowing and subconsciously took a few steps back.

What a wonderful Christmas. I actually sent my blind date’s portfolio to him. I guess it’s just to add trouble to him. It’s not as good as a postcard!

Crunch!

A floor in the corner was opened, and the missing body came out.

"Merry Christmas."

"Stop being sarcastic, this is the worst Christmas I've ever had." Aaron wordlessly stuffed the portfolio into the gift box, preparing to put it in the secret room to gather ashes.

"How's the renovation down there?"

"You know, transfiguration is not omnipotent." Missing Body sighed pointedly, "We are not Salazar Slytherin, and the resources we can mobilize are quite limited."

"Change it as much as you can!

But at least the bathroom, bedroom, kitchen, training room, and potion room must be separated. "

"I understand, after all...it's me who lives down there."

Aaron smiled awkwardly, "I'm going to eat first. You can make your own arrangements. Don't forget to practice the magic circle."

Missing body:......

Arriving at the auditorium, a large dining table was placed in the center.

Since many students chose to go home for Christmas, there were only a dozen people eating here, including the principal Dumbledore, the deans of the four houses, the administrator Filch, Harry, Ron, Hermione and two others. A first grader and a fifth grader.

"Gaius, sit down!" Dumbledore smiled.

Aaron sat down at the dining table naturally, and Abe also got a seat and started enjoying a sumptuous breakfast.

"Did you give Harry a Christmas gift?" Ron asked curiously.

"A model broom! I told you before."

"Really?" Ron was a little skeptical, "Harry did receive a magic broomstick this morning, but in addition to the Nimbus 2000 specimen, there was also a world-standard Firebolt.

We have eliminated everyone who can, and now you are the only one left with this ability. "

"If it's really you who gave it to me, just admit it openly. There's nothing to be embarrassed about." Hermione smiled.

"It's really not me." Aaron shook his head. "I feel sorry for the Nimbus 2000, but that doesn't mean I want to give him the best broomstick. That's not how money is spent."

"But who could it be if it wasn't you?" Harry frowned slightly. There was no signature on the broom, and he didn't know the rich man who would spend so much money on him.

"How do I know? Maybe it's Hagrid."

"No way, it absolutely can't be him." Ron said with certainty, "There's no way Hagrid can afford a Firebolt."

"Haha!" Aaron couldn't help but sneered, "How ignorant. Although Hagrid looks a little sloppy, he is definitely a rare rich man in Hogwarts.

Don't forget that he relies on a Forbidden Forest, with unicorn feathers, Acromantula venom, hippogriffs, etc., plus various precious herbs in the Forbidden Forest.

As long as he wants to, he can sell something casually in Diagon Alley, which is comparable to a professor's salary. "

The three of them looked at each other. They didn't expect Hagrid to be so rich. He usually didn't even have any decent clothes, and the place he lived in was... hard to describe.

But he turned out to be a rich man hiding beside them, and he really blinded their eyes.

"But even so, it won't be Hagrid." Hermione said after thinking for a moment. "He has been worrying about how to deal with the Dangerous Animals Committee these days and has no time at all."

"Buckbeak?" Aaron raised his eyebrows, "This is taking a little too long!"

"He needs to prepare a strong and sufficient defense. If Buckbeak loses the case, I'm afraid..."

"Understood." Aaron nodded, "So you are running back and forth in the library these days just to help him find some useful cases."

"Yes, but the result is not very good." Harry said regretfully, "There are almost no successful cases in defense of magical beasts."

"I also advise you not to waste your efforts. Many people saw Draco's injury. Any defense is feeble in the face of such ironclad evidence."

"But that was Malfoy's provocation." Harry said angrily.

“I don’t deny that.

But that didn't matter at all. Malfoy's safety was far more important than an unruly magical animal. "

"I don't think so." Ron said unhappily.

"But most people think so, and most importantly, the powerful and wealthy Lucius Malfoy thinks so. He will not let Draco's injuries be in vain."

Hearing this, the three of them had a look of disappointment on their faces.

Unless Lucius Malfoy showed mercy, it was certain that Hagrid would lose the case and Buckbeak would surely die.

After a brief silence, Hermione turned her attention to Aaron, "If Gaius is willing to help, Malfoy will change his attention, right?"

After he finished speaking, Harry and Ron also looked at him expectantly.

"I'm sorry, I might have to disappoint you." Aaron said bluntly, "I'm not familiar with Buckbeak, so I have no reason to save him.

And Draco is my friend. What would he think if I saved the hippogriff that had hurt him? "

"That means there's no hope?" Harry lowered his head in disappointment.

"It's not impossible." Aaron lowered his voice, "Just let it go secretly."

Buckbeak is a hippogriff after all, and even if the Ministry of Magic wants to capture a flying magical animal, it will have to spend a lot of energy and time.

Based on his understanding of Fudge, 80% of the time it would be a big deal and a small matter.

"Alas!" Hermione shook her head slowly, "There is poor supervision. The Ministry of Magic will hold Hagrid accountable. Azkaban gave him a lot of fear last year. If he goes in again, it will drive him crazy."

"Then there's nothing we can do to help unless..."

"Unless what?" Harry asked eagerly.

"Unless Buckbeak's release has nothing to do with Hagrid, for example, he suddenly broke away during the escort, or he scratched the executioner and escaped during the execution.

This is the responsibility of the Ministry of Magic, but it is almost impossible to do this with your abilities. "

The three of them looked at each other and said nothing.

This idea is a bit bad, but it's better than being helpless.

Seeing their expressions, Aaron was momentarily speechless.

But he didn't think about blocking it. If the time came, they would retreat.

"Speaking of which, if the Firebolt wasn't sent by Hagrid, then who was it?"

"I might know." Hermione bit her lip and glanced at Harry and Ron with a complicated expression, "I guess it might be Sirius Black."

"This is impossible, absolutely impossible."

Harry and Ron said in unison.

Sirius Black was a wanted criminal, and he had no money to buy the Firebolt, let alone give it to Harry Potter, his enemy.

"This is possible." Hermione said awkwardly, "He can't enter Hogwarts, but it's not difficult to send a broom. What if he casts a curse?

I suggest asking Professor McGonagall to take a look at it first and double-check it. "

"No way!" Aaron smiled coquettishly, "If Sirius wants to use this method to harm Harry, there is no need to give him a broomstick. It would be the same to just give him some snacks and some poison.

And this is the Firebolt, the most expensive broomstick in the world. Isn't it ridiculous to spend so much money just to make Harry fall during the Quidditch match? "

"You're absolutely right." Harry was convinced. It had been less than a few hours since the Firebolt had been in his hands, and he hadn't warmed it yet, so he couldn't bear to hand it over.

Hermione also felt that her worries were unfounded, so she smiled awkwardly and started eating breakfast.

At this time, the door of the auditorium suddenly opened, and Professor Trelawney walked in. Perhaps to cater to the festive atmosphere, her dress was much brighter than usual.

"Sybil." Dumbledore smiled, "What a surprise!"

"I was looking into the crystal ball just now. Destiny led me here. Please forgive me for being late." Professor Trelawney said with a tremor in his voice, "Thirteen people?

My Merlin! When thirteen people dine together, the first one to stand up will be the first to die. "

"With you, that makes fourteen, Professor." Aaron said speechlessly. Trelawney's divination skills were impeccable, but he was a bit arrogant.

Dumbledore waved his wand and conjured a chair next to Aaron, "Please sit down! Sybil."

Trelawney hesitated and slowly sat down.

"Isn't Professor Lupine here?"

"Professor Lupine is ill and will probably not recover until next semester." Harry said worriedly, "He looks a little weak."

"It doesn't matter." Dumbledore comforted, "Professor Snape will prepare the potion for him."

Snape nodded expressionlessly.

"Professor, I have a question about divination for you." Aaron said after struggling for a moment.

"Ask, Mr. Gaius." Trelawney looked particularly excited, and others also looked at him with interest.

"I used a crystal ball for divination today, but the future I saw was a strange cup with blue and white flames inside."

"Goblet of Fire?" Dumbledore said unexpectedly, "You actually saw the Goblet of Fire?"

"What is the Goblet of Fire, sir?" Harry asked curiously.

"A powerful magic item." Dumbledore hesitated, "I believe you will know it soon."

"Well..." Professor Trelawney pondered for a moment, "Did you only see the Goblet of Fire?"

"I also saw a paw." Aaron raised Abe's right paw with some embarrassment.

"it?"

Trelawney blinked in confusion, his mouth wide open in disbelief, "I can only say that Mr. Gaius, you have a magical pet, and its role is very important."

Aaron: ...

That's it?

The three Harrys and several professors nodded subconsciously. They had no doubt that Abe was also the most mysterious among the dragons.