My Hogwarts Day

Inside Hogwarts, Ravenclaw Richard's dormitory.

After thinking about it, Richard wrote a letter to Lucius Malfoy, but now it is Christmas, Draco has gone home, and Richard didn't know the address of Malfoy's home, so he put it in the storage middle.

At this time, when the three of Hermione returned from the library to the empty common room, their arms were already full of books, and these books might help prepare Buckbeak's defense. The three sat in front of the roaring fire, slowly flipping through the dusty tomes of famous cases of predators, talking occasionally as they came across them.

"Here's something, it's a case in 1772, but the hippogriff was convicted, well, look what people did to it, disgusting

"That might help, look, in 1296 a sphinx bit somebody, and they let the monster go, oh no, it was just because everyone was afraid to go near it. "

By this time, in the rest of the castle, the customary splendor of Christmas decorations was done, though few pupils remained. Thick friezes of holly and mistletoe were hung along the corridors, mystic lights shone from within each suit of armor, and the great hall stood as usual with twelve Christmas trees, shining with golden stars. . The hallway was filled with a strong and alluring cooking aroma. On Christmas Eve, the aroma was so strong that even Richard, who had been hiding in the dormitory for a long time, was lured out.

Soon it was Christmas morning, and of course it was not too early depending on the position of the sun.

Was Richard awakened by a knock on the door? He opened the door sleepily, and Hermione and Harry walked out.

"Why are you here so early?" Richard asked with half-closed eyes.

"Early? We've already finished our breakfast, so we came here." Hermione pushed Richard away, and put the breakfast specially brought for Richard on the table.

At this time Richard was attracted by the smell of breakfast and opened his eyes, seeing the three people in front of him and asked curiously.

"How did you get in here?"

Immediately, the three of Hermione didn't know what to say.

And Richard saw that all the gifts piled up outside the house were directly received into the storage, so don't worry about waiting until night to look at them.

"Richard, my mother gave you a Christmas present, but I didn't know how to give it to you, so I sent it to me." With that said, Ronald handed the big package in his hand to Richard.

Richard opened it and looked inside. Inside was a blue hooded leather coat with a Ravenclaw eagle woven on the front, a dozen home-baked mince pies, some Christmas pastries and a box of crisps. Peanut flakes.

While putting on the dress, Richard asked Ronald to thank Molly for himself.

Ronald was also very excited to see that Richard didn't dislike him and put on the clothes directly.

"I also have a hooded fur coat, which is maroon, and Harry's is scarlet, but ours are embroidered with lions and yours are eagles, it must be from the academy.

"Okay, don't talk so much, Harry, take out the broom you received." Hermione said impatiently.

"Harry, received a broomstick, but don't know who sent it from."

"That's not a broomstick, it's a Firebolt." Ronald said seriously.

Hermione ignored him and continued talking to Richard.

"I remember, didn't you take apart a lot of brooms in the first grade? Can you help Harry see if there is any problem."

When Richard was in the first grade, although he had no interest in flying on a broomstick, he was still interested in flying broomsticks, and he found a lot of broken broomsticks in the Room of Requirement, which he often used to dismantle them.

Harry carefully handed over the shiny broom in his hand.

"Be careful." Before Harry could say anything, Ronald's heart was already in his throat, and his eyes widened with effort.

Richard took the Firebolt, thought for a while, and cast various detection spells.

After more than ten minutes of hard work, Richard let go of the Firebolt in his hand. It didn't fall, it just hung in mid-air without any support, and the height from the ground was just right for riding on. It was indeed the most expensive broom.

"You have also seen that I have tried all the detection spells I have mastered, and there is no response. It should be no problem."

"Listen, Hermione, even Richard said that now, there must be no problem." Ronald shouted excitedly.

"But, but maybe there's a curse that Richard doesn't know about, he can't detect it," Hermione insisted.

Hearing that Hermione dared to question herself, Richard said immediately.

"There are indeed some curses that I don't know about, but I can be sure that all the curses that are fatal can be detected."

Hearing Richard's words, Harry once again smiled from the bottom of his heart after so many days.

While Hermione was about to say something, Richard glanced at her, and Hermione stopped talking.

"That's great, Harry, let's try it and see how fast it can fly." Ronald immediately said excitedly.

Harry moved a little and was about to nod when Richard stopped him.

"Harry, you should know how much impact a Firebolt can have on the field of play. I think you should discuss with Wood how to exert its greatest power, and I remember that you will be in the next game Let's fight the Slytherins."

Hearing Richard's words, Harry's face flushed immediately, of course he was excited at this moment, yes, the next match will be with Slytherin, didn't they always show off their Nimbus 2001, if they saw their Firebolt, they would definitely ....

Ronald laughed, "Malfoy! Wait until he sees you on this broom! He'll be sick! It's a world-class broom, really!"

Apparently, Ronald thought so too, the two of them looked at each other and then nodded fiercely, that's right, they did it.

"Then Richard, can this Firebolt be placed with you first? No one would have thought of putting it with you."

"Since you think so, put it here." Richard reluctantly agreed.

And Hermione was stunned when she saw Richard's series of operations. The series of processes and results in the middle seemed to open the door to a new world for Hermione.

If he followed his own ideas, Harry would definitely hate himself, but Richard, in a few words, actually made Harry willingly beg to hand over the broom to him, this, this is really not a big deal.

"Tell me, who gave Harry this broom." Hermione began to trace the source again.

"I bet it's Dumbledore," Ronald said, walking around the brilliant Firebolt, looking at it from beginning to end. "Didn't he anonymously give Harry the Invisibility Cloak?"

"It's my dad's," Harry said, "Dumbledore just gave it to me. He wouldn't spend that much money on me. He can't give a student something so expensive.

"I can't believe it," Harry muttered, stroking the broom with one hand.

"I know," Ronald said, trying to suppress his laughter, "I know who might have sent Lupin!"

"What?" Hermione was the first to laugh when she heard that.

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"Lupine? Listen, if he had that much money. He'd be able to buy himself a few more new robes.

"Yeah, but he likes you." Ronald took Hermione's words and continued.

"He wasn't there when you shattered the Nimbus, and he probably heard about it and went down to Diagon Alley and bought you one.

"What do you mean he wasn't there?" said Harry, "while I was at the game, he was sick.

"Yes, he is not in the school hospital." Ronald said, "Did you forget when we sent you to the hospital? Professor Lupine is not there."

Harry frowned at Ronald, "I don't think Lupine can afford something like that."

At lunch time they all went into the hall, and found that the tables there had again been moved against the walls, and there was only one table for twelve in the middle of the room. Professor Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, Sprout, and Flitwick were all there, as was Filch the janitor.

Filch had shed his usual brown coat and was wearing an old and rather outdated tuxedo.

Apart from them, there were only two students: an extremely nervous first year and a sullen sixth year from Slytherin House.

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"Merry Christmas!" said Dumbledore as Richard approached the table. "We don't have many people, it's a bit silly to use those tables in different courtyards, everyone sit down, sit down!"

Richard, Hermione, Ronald and Harry sat side by side at the end of the table.

"Firecracker!" Dumbledore said enthusiastically, handing the tail of a large silver firecracker to Snape, who reluctantly took it and pulled it. With a bang, the firecrackers scattered like a shotgun, revealing a large witch's hat with a pointed top, and there were specimens of mountain eagles on the top of the hat.

Snape's mouth pursed, obviously thinking of Neville's first Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and he pushed the hat to Dumbledore, who promptly replaced his own wizard hat with it.

"Eat!" he said with a smile to the whole table.

At this moment the door of the hall opened. In came Professor Trelawney, gliding towards us as if on wheels. For Christmas, she wears a green dress with tinsel decorations that make her look even more like a shiny oversized dragonfly.

"Sybill, it's a pleasure to have you here!" said Dumbledore, standing up.

"Headmaster, I've been looking at the crystal ball," said Professor Trelawney, in her faintest, most distant voice, "to my surprise I saw myself abandoning my lunch alone to attend your dinner. Who am I to resist the urging of fate? I walked out of my building at once, and I sincerely beg you to forgive me.

"Of course. Of course," said Dumbledore, eyes shining, "let me get you a chair."

As he spoke, Dumbledore pulled a chair in midair with his wand, and the chair spun in midair for a few seconds before falling between Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall with a dull bang. However, Professor Trelawney did not sit down, her big eyes were all over the table, and suddenly she let out a low scream.

"I dare not, principal! If I sit down, there will be thirteen people at the table! There is nothing more unlucky than thirteen! Never forget that if thirteen people eat together, the first one to stand up after the meal People will die first!"

"We're willing to take the risk, Sybill," said Professor McGonagall impatiently. "Sit down, the turkey is going to be cold as a rock."

Professor Trelawney hesitated, and then sat on the empty chair with his eyes closed and his mouth tightly pursed, as if a thunder would hit the table soon. .