Hogwarts: Ravenclaw's Purple Thunderbirds

"How are you feeling Harry?" Hermione was the closest to Harry besides Draco, and was also the first to ask Harry besides Draco.

"I'm fine." Harry checked himself and felt nothing was wrong.

"Harry, you scared me." Ron said with concern. In fact, what frightened him the most was the methods of Blakely and his brother and the terrifying magic of Blakely's brother, a spell that controlled time in a large area. , he has never heard of it.And it looked like he had done a trivial and innocuous thing, which really subverted everyone's outlook.

You must know that not only students and professors came to the Hogwarts Quidditch game, but also many family members and even the head of the family came to watch the game. In just half a day, the reputation of the Fett family has spread throughout the magical world. Either worship, or awe, but most of all, fear.

"What happened? You fell off the broom." Oliver Wood asked concerned.

"No need to ask, it was the Soul Eater that attacked him. I saw it all." Draco clenched his fists angrily. Damn the Ministry of Magic. This group of losers who are blinded by power is really infuriating.He wants the Malfoy family to put pressure on the Ministry of Magic, no!We must unite all the families that can unite to put pressure on the Ministry of Magic!He must give Harry this bad breath!

Seeing Draco's reaction, Blakely sighed softly, put his hand on Draco's shoulder and shook his head gently. Now was not the time to fall out with the Ministry of Magic.Draco knew that Blakely had a plan, so he didn't say anything else. He believed that Blakely, this guy who protects his calf better than anyone else, would definitely make anyone who hurt Harry pay the price.

"Really? What about the game? Who won?" Harry seemed to be more concerned about the outcome of the game than his own safety.

Hearing Harry's words, Draco suddenly became angry. He punched Harry on the head and said angrily: "How about you still care about the game?! Do you know how much I... we care about you!"

"Ah, it hurts." Harry held his head and looked at the angry Draco with aggrieved expression.

"Harry, no one blames you." Hermione pushed Draco away angrily, asking this guy who loves his wife...and his son to calm down. Back then, this guy went crazy to save Harry, but everyone was a little bit... Haven't forgotten it.

At this time, Ron held something rolled up in cloth and placed it in front of Harry, looking very regretful and concerned.Nakulu also looked at Harry with some blame, saying it was because of her crow's mouth.At least, that's what Nakulu thinks.

"Dementors should not have entered the school. Fortunately, with the help of Blakely and Mr. Mognos, there were no casualties. Dumbledore was furious about this." Draco calmed down and came back to take over Hermione's words.

"In addition, there is one more thing you should know. Harry." Ron spread out the things he was holding in front of Harry. Inside were fragments of flying broomsticks, one of which was clearly engraved with the message "Send." Letters to Harry Potter.

Harry was extremely sad when he saw the broom in this state.This magic broom has extraordinary significance to Harry. It was given to him by Professor McGonagall, and it was also the first time that it was recognized by others.This Nimbus 2000 has been with him for a long time, and he has won two school Quidditch championships. He will not change it no matter how much money Wu Lun gives him, but this magical broom that is so final for Harry is now in his possession. It was shattered into pieces in front of him, and one could only imagine how Harry felt now.

"Sorry, Harry, I shouldn't have said such nonsense." Nakulu lowered her head, looking like a child who had made a mistake.

Harry: "?"

"I joked before that if your broom bets that our college will win, but when you fell down, the broom was blown by the wind to the Whomping Willow. When we found it, it was already like this." Naku Lu knew that this broom was very important to Harry, it was unique, otherwise she could have given Harry dozens of better ones, but they would have been useless.So she lowered her head even lower, almost burying her head in her chest.

Oh, she can't.Because she didn't.

Harry had no intention of blaming Nakuru. This had nothing to do with her. It was entirely due to his unlucky fate that he was attacked by a dementor. It was cowardly behavior to express his anger towards others for no reason.He, Harry, was not a coward and would not show off his anger to others. The main reason was that he really could not defeat Gulan.

"Blakely, is there really no way to repair this kind of magic prop?" Harry looked at Blakely with the last glimmer of hope. In his eyes, nothing could stump Blakely, he must have a way.

"Harry, you know the answer." Blakely shook his head. There was actually nothing he could do. Repairing ordinary items and repairing magic props were completely different things.

"Well, it's been too long. If there's no problem within three hours, that's my limit." Huo Jun glanced at it and said he was helpless. The only skill he had that could be regarded as a healing and recovery skill was time retrieval, but Even he couldn't do anything for more than three hours.

Speaking of which, Huo Jun is also a weirdo. He has a lot of attack and strengthening skills, but none of the repair skills are useless.The main reason is that he can't use it and generally can't break his defense. What recovery skills are needed?

Everyone had no choice but to continue to comfort Harry, but everyone made a decision without discussing it with anyone, that is, they would give Harry a magic broomstick this Christmas, which led to Harry's death this Christmas. One person received five Firebolts.Then, there was nothing else, which made Harry smile bitterly, but that was a story for another day.

A strange man stepped into Hogsmeade Village. The man caught everyone's attention as soon as he entered Hogsmeade Village. He was dressed in elegant oriental clothes, with a luxurious and exquisite jade ring on his hand, and he was casually dressed. He was wearing a dark brown ancient robe, which made him look not only as steady and heavy as the towering mountains, but also as free and easy as the flowing clouds, as beautiful and majestic as an ancient painting of mountain flowing clouds.The only regret is that this oriental male god has been keeping his eyes closed, so he can't see his eyes, but it makes him have a different kind of gentleness and mystery.All the witches who had seen him couldn't move their eyes away, as if they were afraid that this Eastern god-like man would disappear in the blink of an eye.

"Eighth Young Master, is this the place where Heng opened his shop back then?" You, who was following Huo Jun, didn't speak until this moment. At the same time, a strange emotion flashed through his eyes that had always been emotionless.

"This is where I felt my Wuwen Stone was damaged." Huo Jun said and walked in, and Youli followed with her long legs.The moment the two people entered the bookstore, the door of the bookstore closed automatically, and darkness enveloped the place. Only a pair of dazzling dark golden vertical pupils were as bright as the sun hanging high in the sky.

"So, what exactly happened back then?"