Ancient Warlocks at Hogwarts

Early the next morning, Harry pulled Andre out of the infirmary. He was very excited today. Although he didn't know Sirius well enough, this child who had lacked father's love since he was a child thought that he actually had As a godfather, I couldn't help but be happy.

After all, judging from the information obtained from Andre, Sirius went after Pettigrew to avenge his parents.

In the end, because of his guilt, he entered Azkaban without any excuse. No matter how you look at it, he is a very emotional person.

Besides, nothing could be worse than his aunt and uncle.

"Don't be so impatient, Harry, Sirius won't come to school until at least the afternoon." Sitting on the long Gryffindor table, Andre said while stuffing Yorkshire pudding into his mouth.

In the past few days, all he had been eating in the infirmary was sick meals with less oil and less salt, and his mouth almost turned pale.

"Yes, and Professor Dumbledore also said that Sirius will take over as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor next semester, if nothing else goes wrong." Hermione interjected from the side.

"Really!?" Harry said in surprise: "To be honest, I'm really fed up with Quirrell's Defense Against the Dark Arts class. He doesn't even allow us to use wands."

"Of course it's true," said Ron, who was sitting opposite Andre: "Qi Luo is already dead, so we can't stop offering this course in the second grade, right? And I heard George and the others say that the school's Defense Against the Dark Arts professors always have various accidents every year, which means they have never seen anyone who can teach this course for two consecutive years."

Upon hearing the news, Harry seemed a little worried again, but his thoughts were soon interrupted by the arrival of several owls.

It was a long and narrow package, tightly wrapped in oil paper. It looked somewhat similar to the Nimbus 2000 that Harry received last time.

Just as Harry was wondering who this package belonged to, the owls stopped in front of him.

When Andre saw this scene, he always felt that it looked familiar, but the problem is that the Firebolt has not been released yet. Even the next generation product of Nimbus Company will not be released until the second half of the year. The Nimbus 2000 in Harry's hand is already The best broomstick on the market.

But this gift must have come from Sirius. Apart from him, Andre couldn't think of anyone else who would give Harry a gift at this unseasonable time.

"Open it quickly and take a look." Ron urged curiously.

Harry had no choice but to lift the oil paper from the package, revealing a beautiful broom made of ebony wood.

There was also a card placed on it. Harry picked it up and read out softly:

'This broom is my prototype, I call it the Firebolt.It was originally planned to be officially launched next year, but a friend came to me specifically. At his strong request, I sold this sample to him. I hope you can use it well. If there are any flaws during use, , please be sure to write to me and I will make further modifications. ——Randolph Badmore. '

There is also some text written on the back of the card, which is an introduction to the specific parameters of the Firebolt.

Harry and Ron couldn't help but exclaimed when they saw that it said that this broom could increase its speed from standstill to 150 miles per hour in ten seconds.

The two of them are loyal Quidditch enthusiasts who like to study the performance of various broomsticks. They know the most important parameters of a competition broom very well.

It is precisely because of this that they understand the excellence of this Firebolt.

But Andre had no idea that Sirius had just been released from prison yesterday and went to the Firebolt maker to get a sample for Harry.

It seems that he really treats Harry as his own son. If Andre remembers correctly, this broom will not be launched until next year. Even then, the price will be comparable to that of a Muggle car. A top-notch sports car, not to mention the current prototype, who knows how many Galleons Sirius spent on it.

After receiving this broom, Harry and Ron didn't even want to eat breakfast. They hurriedly took Andre and Hermione to the Quidditch field to try to see if the Firebolt really had the card. It's so awesome as mentioned above.

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"Do you think Harry will recognize me as his godfather? I have to go to Hogwarts in the afternoon." Sirius asked nervously as he and Hagrid were drinking at the Hog's Head Bar in Hogsmeade. .

Yesterday he was acquitted by the Wizengamot in court. On the contrary, Peter Pettigrew was imprisoned in Azkaban.

Although Sirius once showed his madness in wanting to kill Pettigrew in court, Dumbledore was able to persuade him with Harry's presence in the end.

As for the Firebolt this morning, it was true that he went to Randolph's house last night and paid a huge price to get it out.

Dumbledore had told him the news about this broom.

Hagrid was holding a large glass of beer. The special wine glass was as big as a human head. He smiled heartily and said: "Don't worry, Sirius, Harry is a good boy. I get along very well with him. I believe he will not I will hate you. But to be honest, if it wasn’t for Andre, I really can’t believe that you would have been wrongfully accused. When you were arrested, you didn’t say a word about Pettigrew.”

"At that time, all I could think about was the tragic death of James and Lily. At that time, I thought Pettigrew was dead, but I didn't expect that he turned into a mouse and hid in Arthur's house for 11 years." Sirius said with some regret: "I originally thought that I deserved to be imprisoned in Azkaban, because I asked James to change the secret keeper to Pettigrew, but I didn't expect that this ended up killing them. And I didn't go through it at all when I was imprisoned. No one asked me about my words during the trial. As soon as they caught me, they couldn't wait to hand me over to the dementors, as if they were afraid that I would use a black magic spell on them."

"It's all over, it's all over. We should move on. Harry needs you too. You can't even imagine how bad his aunt and uncle are." Hagrid patted his shoulder comfortingly.

However, Sirius, who had endured the torture of dementors all year round, no longer had the strong physique he once had, and he was so thin that he couldn't help but shrink down.

"I know, James told me about his Muggle relatives. If Harry agrees, I will take him to live with me this summer. You know, the Black family still has an old house. When I have it, I'll go back and tidy it up when I'm free, and it will be habitable after all." Speaking of Harry, Sirius finally seemed to have some hope on his face.