Chapter 852: Harry's Unhappiness and Moon Dreams

"Of course, Master Aiwen, the broomroom is on the top floor." Kreacher said.

Ivan seemed to be interested in that broomroom, and Harry didn't understand what was going on.

Although he also wanted to see it, the uncomfortable feeling in his heart became more and more obvious.

He didn't know how to vent this emotion, he was trapped in the Dursleys for a whole month, and others were using his godfather's house to fight Voldemort here, and refused to tell him anything, as if it had nothing to do with him nothing.

"Ewen, you haven't told me what a phoenix is..."

At this moment, the snake-head-shaped doorknob of the third bedroom on the second floor was turned quickly, and Hermione rushed out.

Ron followed him, and they both looked at Harry so excitedly that they nearly knocked him onto his back.

And Ron's little owl, Piglet, was also flying around and around their heads excitedly.

"Harry, you're here, we didn't hear you just now," said Hermione excitedly. "How are you? Is everything all right?"

"Not bad!" Harry whispered back, in fact he meant to say that he was very bad.

"Yeah, I guess you must be angry and can't tell you anything, but Dumbledore made us swear not to say anything, and he specifically asked Ron and me before the holiday." Hermione said quickly, " You don't know how worried I was when Ivan and I heard that you were attacked by a dementor in Egypt, for fear that you would be in an accident, and the thing about going to the Ministry of Magic for trial was really shameful, I After carefully checking the information, they can't fire you, absolutely can't, it's clearly stipulated in the law..."

"Okay, Hermione, let him take a breath." Ivan said, hugging Hermione to calm her down.

After knowing that Harry was going to the Ministry of Magic for trial, Hermione kept looking through a lot of thick legal books.

Hermione let go of Harry, still beaming, but before she could say anything else, she heard a soft whirring sound from inside the bedroom.

A white thing flew over from inside and landed lightly on Harry's shoulder.

"Hedwig!" Harry stroked the feathers of the snow-white owl.

Its mouth made a clicking sound, pecking gently at Harry's ear lovingly. "

"It's been restless!" said Ron, also smiling at Harry. "It brought those letters you wrote about me, Alvin, and Hermione, and kept urging us to answer them. It almost sent us away." Peck half to death, look at this..."

He held up the index finger of his right hand, which had a near-healed but clearly deep gash.

"I'm so sorry, but I wanted an answer, you know..." said Harry apologetically.

"We also want to give you an answer." Ron said, "But Dumbledore specifically asked us a few days ago to force us..."

"Swear not to tell me!" said Harry. "Yeah, Hermione already said that."

The cold feeling in his heart became more and more obvious. Harry looked at Ivan, Ron, and Hermione. Although he had longed to see them for a whole month, he now felt that he would rather the three of them go away and let him be alone. with.

There was a tense silence as Harry stroked Hedwig mechanically without looking at the three of them.

"Okay, let's not stand here. Kreacher is just going to take me to visit the broomroom of the Black family. There are many treasured broomsticks in it. Who of you wants to go?" Ivan said in a relaxed tone.

Because of the connection between Harry and Voldemort, Dumbledore made a decision that was in the best interest of the moment, keeping Harry safe while keeping him out of anything related to the Order of the Phoenix, not even letting him leave the Dursleys family.

He had thought of everything, and it was the right thing to do, but he ignored Harry's own feelings.

Or he thought of it and thought it didn't matter, which was Dumbledore's main problem.

The greatest white wizard in the world is not a saint, he has made many mistakes in his life and is still making new ones.

In his youth, he was a pure careerist, planning to conquer the magic world with Grindelwald and gain the strongest power.

When his sister died because of this, he repented and returned to Hogwarts to become a highly respected professor, insisted on fighting against black magic, treated every member of the wizarding world fairly, and eventually became the headmaster of Hogwarts .

In 1945, when the chaos caused by Grindelwald reached a fever pitch, he came forward under the expectations of the world, defeated the dark wizard Grindelwald, and successfully imprisoned his former friend at the highest level of Nurmengard Prison.

Later, until the rise of Voldemort, Dumbledore never did not have a greater interest in mind, but the method changed, instead of using violent methods like Grindelwald and Voldemort to change the magic world, but using more gentle means .

As Ivan judged before, Dumbledore is now a "strategist". He is not planning for worldly rights, but for a higher purpose that has always existed in his mind, even his own life. No hesitation.

Compared with these, Harry's emotions were indeed trivial matters.

"Let's all go and see the brooms that the Black family has collected," said Ron hastily.

Under the leadership of Kreacher, several people silently climbed up to the attic and came to the top of the old house.

The house elf opened a door, and Alvin walked in.

He originally thought that he was back in a storage room like a utility room, but it was not like this. There were many shelves on the wall, on which were placed broomsticks, and sealed in glass cabinets, all kinds of There are all kinds of models, like an exhibition.

Apparently, an ancestor of the Black family had a hobby of collecting broomsticks.

"My God, there are so many broomsticks." Ron said in surprise, looking at everything in front of him in disbelief, "I lived in this house for a month, but no one ever told me that there was such a room .”

Harry also forgot the unhappiness just now, and compared the pictures of brooms he saw in the books with the things in front of him one by one.

He came to a green broomstick and gently wiped the dust off it.

This is Dream of the Moon, the prototype of the Silver Arrow series.

This broom was a product of the expansion era at that time, and it had a leap forward qualitative breakthrough.

There was a time when these slimmer brooms with wooden handles were in high demand as Quidditch brooms. The main advantage of the Moon Dream over other brooms is that it can reach heights that previous brooms could not reach, and still manage at such heights with ease.

Kui Zaiqi's athletes were arguing, demanding more Moon Dream brooms.

At that time, the flying broom was still in the production mode of the manual workshop, and the producers of Moon Dream were unable to meet the market demand. This led to the emergence of the Silver Arrow series, which became the true ancestor of the Quidditch broom and began mass production. The most successful business model in the wizarding world.

The hot sales of the Silver Arrow series finally led to the rapid rise of the Jukes family, which is also an individual broomstick manufacturer, and became a prominent wizard family for a while. Browse and read the address: