Chinese students at Hogwarts.

"This is the fastest broom in the world, isn't it, Dad?"

A boy who looked like he had not yet gone to school loudly asked his father. The boy was hanging on his father's arm and shaking.

"The Irish international team have just ordered seven of these beautiful broomsticks!"

The shop owner said to everyone: "This product is the favorite at the World Cup!"

Malfoy squeezed one person aside and quietly read the instructions next to the broom to his partner:

Firebolt broomsticks represent the highest level of craftsmanship at present. The handles are made of ash wood and are streamlined and exquisite.

It is treated with a diamond-hard polish and has a hand-engraved registration number.

Each broom twig at the end of this product has been screened to achieve streamlined perfection, resulting in a product that is unparalleled in terms of balance and precision.

The Firebolt can accelerate to 150 miles per hour in ten seconds, and its brakes are amazing.

Price negotiable.

Price negotiable

Several young wizards sighed. Generally speaking, the price of these four words is unimaginable to the young wizards.

Even for someone as rich as Malfoy, Lucius might be willing to buy him a million-dollar sports car to show off his dignity.

But it is absolutely impossible to buy him an F1.

Ron could only imagine this broom in his dreams.

Harry leaned against the window and stared at the broom.

It's so beautiful. It would be great if I could ride on this broom.

Sirius looked at the desire on his godson's face. This was the first time he had seen such an expression on Harry's face.

Just like James - yes, exactly like James.

“Sirius, look! Sideswipe’s latest model!

Great, the designated broom for the Quidditch World Cup. "

At that time, James seemed to be lying on the window display like this, looking at it like this.

Lupine and himself are like Ron and Malfoy.

That's right, his expression is exactly the same as that of the Malfoy boy.

Arrogant, chin always raised

Sirius took off his sunglasses, rubbed his sore eyes, opened the door and walked towards the store.

Harry raised his head in shock and asked:

"Sirius, we still need to buy textbooks."

"Harry, maybe I should give you an early birthday present." Blake pointed to the Firebolt in the window.

Suddenly the surrounding wizards let out uniform exclamations, Firebolt!

It must be at least ten thousand galleons, right?

Who is this? It’s just for giving to children!

Harry felt a huge surprise filling him. He opened his mouth and his heart was beating loudly, as if two trolls were beating their hearts with wooden sticks.

There is only one thought in my mind - am I going to have a Firebolt? Am I going to have such a great broom?

Then his eyes caught sight of Malfoy and Ron, who were a little disappointed, and a decision that seemed extremely crazy to him and one that he might regret jumped out of his mind.

"Sirius." Harry opened his mouth with difficulty. He was startled by his own hoarse voice.

Blake stopped and looked at him quizzically.

Harry gasped for air, a flash of pain flashed in his emerald eyes, and then was replaced by determination.

"I think - I mean - thank you very much, Sirius, I think if my dad were still around, he would probably be just like you."

Sirius's body trembled violently, he pursed his lips tightly, and a strange smile filled with sadness and sadness appeared on his weathered cheeks:

"Harry - James he -"

Harry took a deep breath and his tone became much smoother:

"Sirius, I don't think I need it, I don't need the Firebolt, Malfoy and Chang-"

He pointed to Zhang Xiao and Malfoy standing aside and shrugged:

“They donated Nimbus 2001 to the school last semester to make the entire competition fairer and more exciting.

I would say that what they did was very effective, if I were to switch to the Firebolt.

This is unfair to everyone.

More importantly, I will make Zhang and Malfoy lose all their efforts.

I don't do such things. "

Well done, Harry!

Zhang Xiao smiled and patted Harry's shoulder and squeezed it hard.

Malfoy and Ron stared at him blankly, as if they never expected Harry to say such a thing.

Malfoy felt particularly complicated, even a little ashamed, because just now he was just envious of Harry's upcoming use of the Firebolt.

But I didn't expect how big of an impact this would have on Qingluan Club, which was already unstable this semester.

Sirius was also stunned. He looked at Harry's firm emerald eyes, and the pride in his heart almost overflowed.

He was silent for a while, then stepped back neatly, held Harry in his arms, and rubbed his head.

"Well done Harry, you thought better than me!

You are right, we cannot let our friends’ efforts go to waste. "

He was silent for a while again, put on his sunglasses again, and cheered up:

"Boys and girls, let's start again and target Flourish and Blotts Bookstore!"

"Yes, Godfather!"

The children seemed to quickly break away from the state of mind they were in. They were jumping ahead, laughing and playing.

No worries seemed to be able to hold them back.

Blake stood behind and looked at them, as if he was seeing his former self.

James, although I am your best friend, I should support you unconditionally.

But - I can't deceive myself, Harry seems to be better than you.

Your child will be an outstanding wizard in the future.

The new class schedule has been sent over a long time ago.

Except for those books that don't need updating.

This time it mainly adds two new courses, Care of Magical Creatures and Divination.

The little wizards looked at the bookstore window and were startled.

Spell books as large as floor tiles and embossed in gold are often displayed in bookstore windows.

Now such books are gone, replaced by a large iron cage containing about a hundred strange books.

"Oh hell! Don't tell me this is the textbook for next semester!"

There are three bright black eyes on the covers of these books, and the opening and closing pages look like monsters' open mouths.

They were biting their companions crazily in the cage, scattering confetti like snow.

"The Monster Book of Monsters"

Hermione said directly:

"This is a textbook for Care of Magical Creatures."

Ron and Harry both groaned:

"Why would Hagrid look for a textbook like this? I mean - couldn't he like something normal?"

"Come on, who doesn't know that the Ministry of Magic assigns danger levels based on Hagrid's love of magical animals?"