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It was one thing to know that Sirius had given Harry a Firebolt, but it was another thing to see it with his own eyes.
Elwyn was deeply shocked by Sirius's prodigal behavior.
Inside the room, Harry showed them the shiny flying broom.
It was different from ordinary brooms. Even if no one touched it, the crossbow bolt would still be suspended in mid-air. Without any support, the height above the ground was just right for a person to ride on.
The top of the broom was engraved with a golden serial number, indicating that this flying broom was the 22nd firebolt ever made in the world.
At the end of the broom was a completely smooth, streamlined curve. It looked extremely perfect, and there was no place that needed trimming.
Harry was the Hogwarts's best ball-seeker, and now with this international-level flying broom, there was no one in the school who could be faster than him.
With his current strength, he could even participate in professional competitions.
Elwyn could imagine that Harry would be the sole performer in the Quidditch duels between the various academies in the future. He was suddenly looking forward to Malfoy's reaction when he saw the bolts.
The atmosphere in the room was cheerful. The fire crackled as it burned. Elwyn and Hermione each held a cup of hot cocoa and sat on a comfortable sofa in front of the fireplace.
In front of them, Harry held the faintly trembling fire crossbow bolt, continuously explaining the superior performance of the fire crossbow bolt from a professional point of view.
He went on and on, revealing almost everything he knew. 【Love ↑ Go △ Small ↓ Say △ Net
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It could be seen that Harry had made sufficient preparations. Although it was his first time using a crossbow, he knew it like the back of his hand.
Unfortunately, Elwyn and Hermione were not too interested in broomsticks and Quidditch.
Apart from the initial amazement and the fact that they knew that this flying broom was very valuable, their reaction to the fire crossbow bolts gradually became indifferent.
After listening to Harry for a while, the two of them finished the hot cocoa in their hands. Under the warmth of the fire, a strong sense of fatigue and tiredness assaulted them at the same time. They lost interest in the fire crossbow and Harry's explanation, and didn't want to listen anymore.
Elwyn and Hermione exchanged glances and nodded at the same time.
Through eye contact, even without speaking, they knew what the other was thinking.
"I'm sorry, Harry!" Hermione stood up and stretched. "I'm very happy that you received a crossbow bolt, but too many things happened today. It's getting late, and I want to go back to sleep."
"Oh, yes, it's really late." "Good night, Hermione!" said Harry wistfully, as if he had just noticed the time. It was almost midnight.
"Good night, Harry. Sweet dreams!" Hermione said happily.
Elwyn had just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Harry look at him.
"Elwyn, you're not sleepy, are you? We can continue to discuss the possibility of using the fire crossbow bolt to complete the Prenton's Copy. You know, it's almost impossible to complete this move with an ordinary flying broom. "Harry continued," But with the data of the fire crossbow bolt, in theory … "
In fact, Elwyn didn't know anything about it.
He only knew what the "Prenton's Copy" meant after listening to Harry. It was a professional term for ball seekers: to seemingly casually turn around in mid-air, pick up the Golden Snitch, and hide it.
This move was named after the Tate Hill Tornado's ball seeker, Rhodri Prenton. In 1921, Rhodri Prenton had used this move in his famous game of breaking the Golden Snitch's catch record.
Although many critics claimed that Prenton's move was a coincidence, Prenton insisted to his death that he had done it intentionally.
Anyone who had a slight understanding of Quidditch knew that for a ball seeker, this difficult move was a complete miracle.
Because the performance and reaction speed of a flying broom couldn't possibly be faster than the Golden Snitch. Unless it was a coincidence, it was impossible to complete this move.
In fact, the Prenton's Copy had only appeared once in history.
But now, with the fire crossbow bolt, theoretically speaking, this dreamy Quidditch move could be completed for the first time.
It looked like Harry wanted to continue.
Elwyn felt a headache coming on. He quickly stood up and said that he had to send Hermione back to her room.
Harry nodded helplessly. Just like that, the two of them left the room in a hurry.
There was no one in the dim, narrow corridor on the second floor of the Broken Cauldron. The doors on both sides were tightly shut, and the sounds of revelry could be faintly heard from downstairs.
Elwyn and Hermione walked forward slowly. Neither of them spoke.
The atmosphere was slightly awkward, and the tacit understanding between the two disappeared in an instant.
Speaking of which, this was the first time they were alone together since their kiss under the Christmas tree.
"Hermione." Finally, Elwyn couldn't help but break the silence.
This was a chance for him to try and finish what he had left undone.
"Don't say anything, Elwyn. I know!" Hermione raised her head suddenly and looked at Elwyn. Her face was adorably pink. She said with a serious expression, "I won't reject you, but I hope you can give me some time. Let's pretend that it never happened, okay? "
Looking at Hermione in front of him, Elwyn nodded helplessly. In his heart, he once again blamed the vampire girl named Elaine.
If it wasn't for her pestering him, he would have just caught up with Hermione. Then things wouldn't be as complicated as it was now.
Seeing Elwyn nod, Hermione heaved a sigh of relief. She looked much more relaxed.
"Merry Christmas, Elwyn!" She said softly, "And, goodnight!"
Watching Hermione turn around and walk into her room, the door gently closed. The brass plate hanging on the door shook for a while. Elwyn sighed.
In his heart, he repeatedly told himself that this was the normal development. If Hermione agreed to his confession and let him into her room or something, it was completely a dream.
When Elwyn staggered back to his room, he saw that Harry was still awake. He had washed up and was waiting for him with the crossbow.
It was obvious that he was too excited tonight.
In fact, it wasn't just Harry. Everyone seemed to be the same.
Too many things had happened today. Who knew how many people would lose sleep tonight?
Harry continued to talk about the crossbow and Quidditch. Lying on the bed, Elwyn didn't know how much he had heard.
He could totally imagine that if Ron was here, he would definitely accompany Harry in the room for the whole day, staring at the broom and praising it from all angles. He couldn't do that, but he didn't have to worry about it. According to the plan, they would visit Ron at St. Mungo's Magic Hospital after lunch tomorrow.
Harry could show off his broom again. If everything went smoothly, Sirius could even convince Lady Weasley to let Ron leave the hospital early.
When that time came, he would be free.
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