Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

When Harry woke up, it was a familiar ceiling.

"Are you awake?" Madam Pomfrey's voice sounded, "Really, Quidditch is still as dangerous as ever, can't they change the rules of the game?"

Harry laughed dryly. He was not injured because of the Quidditch match, but because of the dementors...

"Huh?" Harry pinched his body with a surprised look on his face, "I'm not hurt?"

"Cedric and Robert saved you," Madam Pomfrey said, "otherwise you might have been sucked to death!"

Harry was startled, "Cedric? But..."

"Okay, there's nothing wrong with that. Get up quickly and go appease your friends." Madam Pomfrey looked displeased, "Everyone is making a lot of noise, what the hell!"

Harry was confused and had no idea what his friends had done, which made Madam Pomfrey furious.

He opened the door to the school hospital. Standing outside were a group of Gryffindor Quidditch players. Wood was standing with his arms akimbo, seemingly scolding them.

"Uh, Wood, I'm sorry." Harry apologized quickly, "I didn't catch the golden snitch. When I found it, Cedric had already caught the snitch."

Jeffrey's face turned red all of a sudden, and his fingers were crunched by him.

Harry looked at him a little strangely, and then said apologetically, "I will practice harder in the future..."

Wood was suddenly discouraged and looked a little embarrassed, "Well... Harry, we'll talk about this later..."

Harry was a little confused. He thought Wood was worried about his health. He quickly arched his arm, revealing a bulging muscle. "I have recovered. Madam Pomfrey's medical skills are as good as ever."

Wood's eyes seemed to twitch, he opened his mouth, wanted to say something, but did not continue.

"Man, you'd better not know some things too early." Fred put his arm around Harry's left shoulder and carefully organized his words, "After all, happiness is the most important thing in life, isn't it?"

George put his arm on Harry's right shoulder and nodded frequently, "You'd better go back and get some sleep. I'll tell you later!"

Harry was confused. He looked at Fred and then at George. He had no idea what kind of medicine they were selling in their gourds.

Until Professor Flitwick came over carrying a pile of broken wooden blocks.

"Hey, Mr. Potter, are you awake already?" Professor Flitwick said in surprise, then looked at the wooden block suspended above his wand, and said hesitantly, "Well, I'm sorry."

As he spoke, he handed the block of wood to Harry.

Harry couldn't believe his eyes. The tail branches were completely spread out. Every one of them had been broken off by someone, and the wooden handle was broken into pieces. No, it could be called pieces!

His mind went blank, Harry's eyes widened, and he held up the wooden blocks tremblingly.

Nimbus 2000!

The first gift he received after entering school, Harry still remembered the envious expressions on his classmates' faces when he opened the package.

However, this old friend who had followed him in the war for two years had turned into a pile of rags.

"I...can I fix it?" Harry looked at Professor Flitwick with a hopeful look on his face, "I heard that many things can be repaired with the repair spell, as long as the magic power is enough..."

"Well." Professor Flitwick scratched his head, "Theoretically, that's true, but, you know, the premise is that you have to own all the fragments..."

Harry looked at the block of wood in his hand, and then at Professor Flitwick, with confusion on his face.

"I'll tell you the truth!" Professor Flitwick finally made up his mind and sighed. "When I found it, the Whomping Willow had been ravaging it for a long time. I only found these fragments, those tiny parts, even I can’t even get it out.”

Harry still asked reluctantly, "I can go find..."

Professor Flitwick interrupted, "I don't advise you to do this, kid. The willow tree must have entered a violent phase. It had a very bad temper during this period. It took me a lot of effort to calm it down." .”

Harry really gave up now.

"Furthermore, I think no one can perfectly repair an alchemical item." Professor Flitwick said, "Maybe you can ask the alchemy professor in school, maybe he can help you... …=Um, wait a minute, I remember he seems to have gone to the United States."

"..." Harry felt that his mood was on a roller coaster. He looked at Professor Flitwick helplessly, "Anyway, thank you very much, Professor, otherwise I might have to struggle with the Whomping Willow for a long time."

Professor Flitwick waved his hand, "You did a good job, and you were able to play so fiercely in such bad weather. Hogwarts is proud to have Quidditch players like you."

The little wizards all showed embarrassed expressions.

After seeing off Professor Flitwick, the team members came forward and patted Harry on the shoulder, but could not say anything to comfort him. Harry had no choice but to return to the dormitory with the remains of his broom in his arms.

The only consolation is that Professor Lu Ping returned to his post. The weather was not good during this period. The professor seemed to be infected with the wind and cold, and his face was horribly pale.

This made the little wizards worried about him.

But even so, everyone still complained about how unreliable Professor Snape was.

Professor Lupine listened to the complaints of the little wizards with a smile, occasionally made some suggestions, and exempted Professor Snape from some excessive after-school homework.

Harry, who had been passive for a long time, had to use the spare broomsticks of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. However, those broomsticks were very old and could not display his skills during training. Harry had to learn from the twins. Borrow the "Broomstick Illustrated Book" in hopes of picking out a new broom for Christmas.

"Going to your house?" Harry blinked and looked at Robert in confusion, "In London?"

"Well, how should I put it?" Robert scratched his head, "This is actually a secret, but I will take you there." He shrugged, "I don't know how to explain it to you, but the last words left by my parents are, there You can take friends, but you can’t tell them the exact location.”

"Then how are we going to get there?" Harry asked doubtfully, "If we don't know the location..."

Robert snapped his fingers, "Portkey."

Harry's eyes widened, "Are you kidding? You'll be caught by the Ministry of Magic!"

"Why do you think so?" Robert looked at him in astonishment, "I have permission to make a door key. Of course I can use the door key to take you there."

"Permission to make portkeys???" Harry was confused, "Is it possible to get such a thing?"

Robert patted his shoulder and said earnestly, "Many wizards are making various door keys every day. Instead of hiding them, it is better to set them up to require a license before making them. This will at least make the door keys more popular." The production becomes controllable.”