Chapter 424: 391： Roar Letter and Firebolt

On Christmas Day, Harry and Ron got up early in the dormitory.

At this moment, their beds were already full of a lot of gifts. Harry and the others didn't even want to go first to wash, and they couldn't wait to start unpacking gift boxes beside their beds.

"Mom gave me another hooded leather coat, another chestnut color, and see if you get one too."

Harry had it too. Mrs. Weasley gave him a scarlet hooded leather coat with a Gryffindor lion woven on the front, twelve mince pies baked at home, and some Christmas Festival pastries and a box of crispy peanut flakes.

"Oh no!" Ron suddenly exclaimed.

He found another envelope in the package that Mrs. Weasley sent him.

The look of the envelope made Harry and Ron very familiar. After they were found in the school in the second grade driving Mr. Weasley's flying car, the then Mrs. Weasley sent Ron an envelope.

Roar letter.

"It's over, it's over..." Ron's face was pale, his lips trembling, "Mum must be angry why we didn't tell her in advance that we won't go back this Christmas."

Harry was also awed away from the roaring letter in Ron's hand.

"I think it's more than that. She must now know about your attack at Hogwarts. Even if George, Fred, Percy, and Ginny didn't tell her, she must have seen the newspaper yesterday. "

Although both of them were very scared, neither of them had any intention of throwing this yelling letter away, because even more terrible things would happen.

Ron and Harry could only stop the present unraveling action and open this roaring letter first.

Fortunately, now there are only two of them left in the entire Gryffindor boys' dormitory, and no one will watch their jokes.

Ron opened the envelope, and suddenly the letter opened a big mouth, screaming like a sonic attack.

"I can't believe you have such guts! An accident happened at school, why don't you tell us the first time! My father and I were going crazy when they heard about it! If it weren't for your Aunt Maggie He will come to us this year for the holidays. Your dad doesn’t even want to spend Christmas. He is going to Hogwarts to pick you up! Without our permission, he and Harry will sign the list of not going home for the holidays! Half a year later I hope you can do a good job of explaining to us when you get home!!!"

Both Harry and Ron desperately covered their ears, but the sound that was so thin that it seemed to shatter the glass could not cover up, and it irritated their eardrums intensely.

The screams stopped, and both of them had no blood on their faces. It took a long time before they finally came back to their senses.

"You must help me and my mother explain to my mother during the summer vacation, saying that we have the reason to not go back." Ron murmured, "Otherwise she will kill me, even if I can't die, it will be the whole summer vacation. I won’t be able to raise my head at home."

Harry said with relief: "Don't worry, I have an idea if I don't go back for Christmas. I will fight this with you. If Mrs. Weasley wants to punish you, I will be punished with you."

After the two good brothers agreed to face the punishment together, they left the matter behind.

Even if it were to be punished, it would have to be summer vacation. Maybe Mrs. Weasley's anger would have disappeared long ago, and everyone could pretend that it did not happen.

Today was Christmas after all, and it was a day to be happy all day, and Harry continued to open the gift box in front of him.

He removed everything on top and saw a very conspicuous slender package underneath.

"What's that?" Ron asked, looking at him, holding a pair of maroon socks in his hand, just unpacking.

"have no idea……"

Harry tore open the package and rolled a beautiful, shiny broomstick onto his bed, his eyes widened in surprise.

Ron dropped his sock and jumped off the bed to look at it in disbelief.

"I can't believe it." His voice even became hoarse.

It was the Firebolt, exactly the same as the one Harry was so fascinated and dreamed of when he was in Diagon Alley.

Harry picked it up, and it gleamed.

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He could feel it trembling, so he let go. It was hanging in the air without any support, and the height from the ground was just right for him to ride on.

From the golden serial number on the top of the flying broomstick, his eyes have been able to see the completely smooth, streamlined broom tip.

"Who gave it to you?" Ron asked quietly.

"There is no card, only this broom is in the package," Harry said.

The two had a heated discussion about who would give Harry such an expensive gift.

They ranged from Dumbledore's suspicion to Lupin, but they all thought it was impossible.

At this moment, Hermione walked into their bedroom.

"What are you laughing at?"

She was wearing a dressing gown and carrying Crookshanks, Crookshanks looked very docile and tied a beautiful ribbon around her neck.

When Ron saw her coming in, he was horrified and covered his pocket.

"Don't let your cat in! Scorched has been tortured by it before and after. I don't want this new mouse that Lynn gave me to suffer such pain again."

"But it is not interested in your new mouse, you see, even your mouse is not afraid of it."

What Hermione said was not wrong. The mouse, posing as a spotted mouse, was not afraid of Crookshanks at all. He poked his head out of Ron’s pocket, curiously trying to grab the ribbon on the big yellow cat’s neck, but Crookshanks didn't even look at it.

At this time, Hermione also found the flying broomstick in front of Harry, she asked in surprise.

"Who gave it to you?"

"I don't know," Harry said. "This gift doesn't come with a card or anything."

To Harry's great surprise, she was neither excited nor curious when she heard these words.

Instead, Hermione's face was stretched and she was still biting her lip.

"What's wrong with you?" Ron asked.

"I don't know," Hermione said slowly ~www.novel35.com~ but it's a bit weird, I mean, this should be a pretty good broom, isn't it? "

Ron sighed angrily.

"This is the best broomstick, Hermione," he said.

"Then it must be expensive..."

"It's probably more expensive than all the flying broomsticks of the Slytherin team combined." Ron said happily.

"Well, who would give Harry such a valuable item without telling him who it is?" Hermione asked.

"Who cares about this?" Ron said impatiently. "Harry, can I take a ride? Can I?"

"I don't think anyone can ride it right now!" Hermione shrieked.

Harry and Ron both looked at her.

"Why don't you ride? You let Ha use it to sweep the floor?" Ron said.

"If this is Black, the broom that Sirius Black gave to Harry!"

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