Chapter 232 Sleepless Christmas Night

It was one thing to know that Sirius had sent Harry a Firebolt, quite another to see it in person.

Ai Wen expressed his deep shock at Sirius's prodigal behavior.

Inside the room, Harry showed the two of them the shiny broomstick.

Unlike a normal broom, the Firebolt can hang in mid-air even when no one is touching it. Without any support, the height from the ground is just right for people to ride on.

The golden serial number is engraved on the top of the broom, indicating that this broomstick is the twenty-second Firebolt produced in the world.

At the end of the broom there is a perfectly smooth, streamlined curve that looks absolutely perfect, with nothing to trim.

Harry was originally the best Seeker at Hogwarts, and now with this international-level broomstick, it is impossible for anyone in the school to be faster than him.

With his current strength, he can even participate in professional competitions.

Ivan can imagine that the Quidditch confrontation of various colleges in the future will be Harry's performance time alone, and he suddenly looks forward to Malfoy's reaction when he sees the Firebolt.

The atmosphere in the room was pleasant, and the fire was crackling. Ivan and Hermione sat on the comfortable sofa in front of the fireplace with a cup of hot cocoa each.

In front of them, Harry was holding a slightly trembling Firebolt, and had been talking various technical terms to the two of them, explaining the superior performance of the Firebolt from a professional perspective.

He was eloquent and said almost everything he knew.

It can be seen that Harry has made sufficient preparations. Although it is his first contact, he knows the Firebolt very well.

It's a pity that Ivan and Hermione are not too interested in broomsticks and Quidditch.

Apart from the initial amazement, knowing that this broomstick is very precious, their reaction to the Firebolt gradually became flat.

He continued to listen to Harry for a while, and when the two of them finished drinking the hot cocoa in their hands, in the warm temperature of the fire, a strong sense of sleepiness and fatigue struck at the same time. They lost some interest in Firebolt and Harry's explanation, and didn't want to listen to it any more.

Ivan and Hermione exchanged glances, and nodded in tacit understanding.

Through eye contact, they know what the other is thinking even without speaking.

"I'm sorry, Harry!" Hermione stood up and stretched, "I'm glad you received a Firebolt, but too many things happened today, it's a bit late now, I want to go back sleep......"

"Oh, yes, the time is indeed too late." Harry said incessantly, as if he had just noticed the time, and it was going to be close to zero soon, "Good night, Hermione!"

"Good night, Harry, have a sweet dream!" said Hermione happily.

Ivan just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Harry turn his gaze to himself.

"Aiwen, are you not sleepy? We can continue to discuss the possibility of using the Firebolt to perform the Prenton's retraction technique. You know, this action is almost impossible to perform with ordinary broomsticks." Harry continued, "But based on the data of the Firebolt, theoretically..."

In fact, Ivan didn't know anything about it.

He had only just heard what Harry had said before he knew what "Prenton's back trick" meant, which was a Seeker's term: seemingly nonchalantly turning around in mid-air, picking up the Snitch and hiding it.

The move is named after Tuthill Tornado Seeker Rodriguez Plumton, who used it in 1921 in his famous snitch-breaking catch game That's the trick.

Although many critics asserted that Plumton's move was a mere coincidence, Plumton insisted until his death that he did it on purpose.

Anyone who knows a little about Quidditch knows that for a Seeker, this difficult move is a complete miracle.

Because the performance and reaction speed of the broomstick cannot be faster than the golden snitch, unless it is a coincidence, this action is impossible to complete.

In fact, the Prentine copy-back technique has only appeared once in history.

But now with the Firebolt, it's theoretically possible for the first time this fantastical Quidditch move to be done.

It seemed that Harry wanted to continue talking.

Ai Wen had a headache, stood up hurriedly and said that he would send Hermione back to the room first.

Harry nodded resignedly, and just like that, the two of them hurried out of the room.

There was no one in the dark and narrow corridor on the second floor of the Leaky Cauldron, the doors on both sides were closed, and the sound of carnival downstairs could be heard faintly.

Ivan and Hermione walked forward slowly, neither of them spoke.

The atmosphere was slightly awkward, and the tacit understanding between the two disappeared in an instant.

Speaking of which, this was the first time they had been alone together since the kiss under the Christmas tree.

"Hermione..." Finally, Ivan couldn't help breaking the silence.

Now is an opportunity for him to try to finish what he just didn't finish.

"Don't say it, Ivan, I know it all!" Hermione suddenly looked up at Ivan, her face was lovely pink, and she said seriously, "I won't refuse you, but I hope you can give me A little time. For the time being, just pretend that it never happened, okay?"

Looking at Hermione in front of him, Ivan nodded helplessly, complaining again in his heart about that vampire girl named Elaine.

If she hadn't entangled him, as long as he caught up with Hermione, things wouldn't be as complicated as they are now.

Seeing Ivan nodded, Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, and looked a lot more relaxed.

"Merry Christmas, Alvin!" she whispered, "And, good night!"

Seeing Hermione turned and walked into the room, the door was gently closed, and the brass sign hanging on the door shook for a while, Ivan sighed.

He told himself repeatedly in his heart that this is the normal development now, and if Hermione agreed to his confession and allowed him to enter her room or something, it would be a dream.

When Ivan wobbled back to the room, he saw that Harry hadn't slept yet. He had simply washed up and was waiting for him with the Firebolt in his arms.

It could be seen that he was really excited tonight.

In fact, not just Harry, but everyone seemed to be like this.

There are too many, too many things that happened today, and I don't know how many people have lost sleep tonight.

Harry talked about the Firebolt and Quidditch for a while, and Ivan lay on the bed, not knowing how much he listened to.

He could well imagine that if Ron were here, he would sit with Harry in the room all day, staring at the broom and admiring it from every angle. He couldn't do this, but he didn't have to worry, because according to the plan, they would visit Ron at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds tomorrow after lunch on Fifth Five.

Harry could then show off his broom again, and if all goes well, Sirius will convince Mrs. Weasley to let Ron leave the hospital early.

At that time, he can be freed.

Thinking of this, Ivan's eyes became more and more heavy, and his thoughts gradually blurred. (To be continued.)