When will Hogwarts raise wages?

The plot didn't break down.

In fact, except that after Harry caught the memory ball, he was accidentally thrown into her office by a rampaging broom due to the quality of the school broom.

While chatting with Professor McGonagall in the afternoon, Amertha learned that Harry had been promoted to the Seeker of the Lions Academy team.

After hearing this, Dylan fell silent.

"That broom looks very familiar to me," he said with a frown.

"What?" Amosha was confused.

"Do you still remember that in the sixth grade, Brut finally figured out that he wanted to inherit his family's broom making workshop?"

"Remember, during that time, he spent a lot of time on this broom," Amosha said in surprise, "Why are you bringing this up?"

"Once he had a conflict with the team of your college. He picked up his wand and started fighting. The professor arrested him and put him in solitary confinement. He also had a broom he used for his experiments with him."

"so what."

"After that time, he lost the broom, but it was a failure and he didn't take it to heart."

"Uh, you mean the one Harry used today..."

Dylan nodded heavily, "I guess he thought it was a school broom and put it in the broom shed."

Uh……

The two were speechless.

That night, two uninvited guests appeared near the broom shed at Hogwarts.

"Have you found it?" Amosha stood guard at the door.

"Wait, right now."

Dylan held up his glowing wand and searched among dozens of brooms.

"If I had known I would have taken off the broom this morning, it would have been too much trouble." He complained softly.

Five minutes later, Dylan successfully slipped out with the broom. Amosha quickly put away her wand and followed him, turning her head from time to time for fear of being discovered.

The operation went extremely smoothly.

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The next day, Amosha woke up late as expected.

There were not that many people eating breakfast in the auditorium.

She yawned loudly and decisively made herself a cup of coffee.

"Morning!" An energetic voice came from behind her.

"Morning." She replied weakly.

Dylan sat down next to her, took the coffee pot from her hand, and poured himself a cup.

"Brut and I have an appointment to meet in Hogsmeade this afternoon, are you going?" He took advantage of the stall where he stood up to get the bread and bent towards Amotha, asking her in a low voice.

Amosha looked up at him in surprise, but unfortunately they were backlit and she couldn't see his expression.

"Brut just came back from growing flowers. It is said that he found a kind of wood in Yunnan that can improve the performance of brooms. He came to me and asked me, a flower grower, for my opinion."

"Okay." Amosha took a bite of bread and answered vaguely.

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Afternoon, sunny, no classes.

Amosha and Dylan appeared on time in the private room on the second floor of the Three Broomsticks Bar, where Brut Olerton was already waiting.

"Hey, guys!" Brut whistled.

Dylan slapped him on the head and threw a broom to him with a straight face.

"What is this?" Brut caught the broom in a hurry.

"The one you lost in sixth grade was found in the school broom shed. Merlin, yesterday a student used it and almost ended up in the school hospital." Amertha walked in with three bottles of butterbeer and placed it heavily on the on the table.

"It's okay, oh, thank you for the butterbeer, Amertha." He took a sip with a smile and placed a long and slender package on the table.

"This is my new work!"

Dylan opened the package, and a broom suddenly appeared in front of them.

Even a layman like Amosha who doesn't know much about brooms will be amazed when he sees this broom.

The broom is streamlined, and the wood has been polished to look extremely exquisite. The broom's twigs have obviously been strictly selected, making the entire broom's streamlined design even more perfect.

"How's it going?" Brut looked at them proudly as they gathered around the broom.

"This is our latest product that has swept the company, and it is expected to be officially launched in the year after next!"

"What's your name? Sweep 666?" Dylan asked casually, holding the broom.

"Haha, this is my first work, I named it Fire!"

puff--

Amosha, who was drinking butterbeer, suddenly coughed violently.

Dylan's hand shook and he almost lost his grip on the broom.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Brut looked at the strange behavior of the two people and was very puzzled.

"It's okay..." Dylan replied with a complicated expression, put down the broom, turned around and patted Amosha on the back who was still coughing.

This episode was quickly forgotten by Brut. All afternoon, Brut was excitedly thinking about the future of Fire.

Amotha ordered three more bottles of butterbeer, and while listening to their conversation, she admired this broom that would become famous in the wizarding world in the future.

Time passed quickly, today it was Amosha's turn for the night patrol, and she had to return to Hogwarts at five o'clock.

"Aren't you going to take this opportunity to ride it?" Brut winked at Amosha.

Amosha's heart was moved, so the three of them happily left the bar and found an open space outside Hogsmeade.

As the former captain of the Snake Yard Quidditch team, Dylan's flying skills are naturally second to none. He couldn't wait to take the broom and prepare to fall into the arms of the sky.

As expected of the legendary fire fighter, Dylan rode very happily and felt extremely refreshed.

Amosha raised her head and looked at Dylan in the sky.

He was flying so fast that Amosha could only see a blurry figure hurtling across the sky.

Dylan flew freely and quickly landed on the broomstick.

"This broom is really good!"

"That's not true! Amosha also comes for a round?"

Amotha was quite hesitant. As a Gryffindor, of course she loved the feeling of flying, but Molly strictly prohibited her from riding a broomstick except for flying lessons - it might be because she was born prematurely. He has been suffering from various illnesses since childhood.

However, Amosha firmly believes that she must have some golden finger or powerful magic power to make up for this shortcoming. Unfortunately, she has not found it so far.

"It's okay, you are already twenty years old, I will fly with you." Dylan clearly knew her concerns and encouraged her.

Amosha's heart was moved, and she immediately stepped onto the broom and grabbed Dylan's robe tightly.

"Are you ready?" Dylan asked. Before Amosha could answer, he kicked off his legs and flew up to the sky on the broomstick.

Amotha exclaimed and hugged Dylan's waist.

"It's so cool!" Amosha cheered behind Dylan after getting used to the slight feeling of weightlessness.

"Would you like to try something more exciting?" Dylan shouted, then he held the broom handle with one hand and made a 360-degree dive, making Amotha scream even harder.

Amosha really liked the feeling of flying, but she still stayed awake - if she didn't return to the castle, she would miss the night patrol.

"Come down quickly, it will be five o'clock soon." She urged Dylan.

Dylan sighed and landed obediently. Brut was already waiting for them.

The three of them said goodbye briefly. Dylan and Amosha watched Brut disapparate and disappear before turning around and leaving.