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By the time Elwyn returned to the Broken Cauldron, Hermione had already returned. She was sitting in front of the bar, absent-mindedly listening to Harry.
In front of the two of them were two large glasses of orange juice that kept bubbling.
It looked delicious, but neither of them seemed to be in the mood to drink juice.
Hermione's face was flushed as she unconsciously played with her cup. Her mind kept replaying the scene of Elwyn kissing her under the mistletoe.
She had never imagined that they would actually kiss!!!
Hermione could still remember Elwyn's aura.
Of course, apart from the sweetness, now that he had calmed down and thought about it carefully, this behavior was really too embarrassing.
The more Hermione thought about it, the redder her face became. Her mind was in a mess. She didn't notice what Harry, who was sitting beside her, was saying.
She did not know how she should face Elwyn in the future. Should she continue to be like before?
Because she was too shy, Hermione didn't even think before running back to the Leaky Cauldron. She originally thought that Elwyn would be back soon, but now that so much time had passed and she hadn't seen Elwyn's figure after waiting for so long, she became restless again.
She wasn't sure if she should go out to look for Elwyn. He might still be waiting for her in the alley, or was Elwyn angry because she suddenly left?!
Maybe I should explain.
Unlike Hermione, who was worried about personal gains and losses, Harry's character was very high right now.
He looked around excitedly, laughing happily the whole time. 【Love ↑ Go △ Small ↓ Say △ Net
This was the first time that Harry had attended a Christmas party with Lupin, Sirius, Elwyn, and Hermione. He was completely free, without any scruples, and there was no need to follow so many rules.
In the past thirteen years of his life, this kind of thing was simply unimaginable.
Every Christmas at the Dursleys' he would sit miserably beside Dudley, eating the wretched food Aunt Pettie gave him, watching enviously as Dudley showed off his Christmas presents, or hide in the cupboard under the stairs and stare into space.
Even spending Christmas in Hogwarts for the past two years had not felt this way.
In Harry's opinion, this year's Christmas was the best. What was even more wonderful was that he had just received a Christmas present from Sirius.
He had originally thought that Sirius had forgotten about this matter and was somewhat disappointed.
He knew that this couldn't be blamed on Sirius. Too many things had happened today, especially after the incident with Regulus. Sirius must be devastated.
Harry never imagined that not only did Sirius not forget about it, but he had also carefully prepared a Christmas present for him.
And this present was a real Firebolt, exactly the same as the one he had dreamt of seeing every day in Diagon Alley during the summer holidays.
This was too inconceivable, and Harry still could not believe it.
He knew the price of a Firebolt, and it was an astronomical figure. Just as Elwyn had said, a Firebolt was probably more expensive than all the brooms of the Hogwarts students combined. Even Malfoy would not receive such an expensive Christmas present.
The Firebolt had already surpassed the scope of a normal gift. This world-class flying broom was completely an art collection.
Only the true Quidditch players were qualified to own it.
And now, he actually had a Fire Crossbow!
Harry had dreamed of this countless times, but in the end, he always woke up to the cruel reality. He had thought that as long as he had his beloved Nimbus 2000, he would be completely satisfied!
Two months ago, in the match against Hufflepuff, when his Nimbus was shattered by Beating Willow, Harry thought that his life had lost its meaning.
But now, Sirius had given him a fiery crossbow bolt.
Harry would never forget that scene for the rest of his life, even though Sirius had repeatedly explained that the Firebolt was compensation for accidentally slipping off his broom when he appeared in the Quidditch arena in his Animagus form.
But Harry knew that it wasn't his fault. He just wanted to see how he looked during the match, and it was all because of those Dementors that his Nimbus 2000 was finally shattered.
Looking at the restless Sirius, Harry did not know what to say.
He just hugged him with all his strength, and tears of joy and gratitude flowed uncontrollably from his eyes.
From Sirius, Harry felt a long-lost kinship.
He sat in front of the bar excitedly, staring at the passage to Diagon Alley. He was waiting for Elwyn to return, so that he could bring Elwyn to see his Firebolt.
Elwyn had just opened the door to the Broken Cauldron when he saw Harry and Hermione running towards him. Both of them were very fast, as if they had something to say.
He was stunned on the spot. What was going on?!
His mind was filled with things related to vampires, and he planned to collect some books on vampiric magic to understand more about their magic.
If the girl named Elaine came looking for him again, he wouldn't be so passive.
Elwyn forcibly shifted his thoughts away from vampires, and stared blankly at Harry and Hermione, who had strange expressions on their faces. What was going on with them?!
Harry's face was full of smiles, as if he had encountered something happy.
Standing behind him, Hermione's face was flushed, and she looked at him with an unnatural expression. This girl must still be thinking about what had just happened.
When Elwyn met her eyes, she hurriedly shifted her gaze away.
Hermione seemed to have realized that her behavior was a little inappropriate. She took a deep breath and clenched her fist into a fist and quickly waved it in the air.
In the next second, her gaze shifted back, and she gathered her courage to look back at Elwyn.
Hermione's expression had also returned to normal. Other than her face being slightly flushed, everything else looked the same as usual.
In reality, Hermione looked calm on the surface, but her heart was in turmoil.
When Elwyn finally stopped looking at her, she quietly heaved a sigh of relief.
Elwyn didn't know Hermione's actual state, and to be honest, he was slightly disappointed.
If it wasn't for the vampire girl who had appeared out of nowhere, he had planned to confess to Hermione tonight.
This was a rare opportunity, and now he had missed it!
Although it was a pity, Elwyn thought about it carefully. This was the Hermione he knew.
There was still time, and he was suddenly looking forward to the ball next Christmas.
Beside them, Harry didn't notice the abnormality between the two. He said happily, "Come, Elwyn, let me show you something …"
He dragged Elwyn upstairs, and Hermione followed behind them.
"What are you looking at?" Elwyn asked curiously. "What happened? Why are you smiling so happily?
"I just received a gift from Sirius. It's unbelievable. Guess what Sirius gave me?" Harry turned to look at Elwyn.
"I know. It's a crossbow!" Elwyn suddenly realized why Harry was so excited.
He had known about this a long time ago. If it wasn't for so many things that happened today, Sirius would have taken out the gift long ago and wouldn't have waited until now.
"How did you know?" Harry looked at Elwyn in surprise.
"Have you forgotten? On the last day of Christmas, I secretly accompanied Hermione to Hogsmeade. I saw Sirius on the run there, and I saw him risk being caught to order this broom for you at the Owl Post Office, "Elwyn explained." I thought you had received it long ago! "
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