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Unknowingly came to February, the cold weather is still there.The Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw seemed to be getting closer, but Harry still hadn't ordered a new broom.Even though he has been tortured to death by the full schedule recently, Harry still insists on holding Professor McGonagall after every transformation class, asking for news about the Firebolt with a hopeful face, and Ron always Standing behind Harry very cooperatively, staring at Professor McGonagall with his eyes wide open—two cute little boys staring at their big watery eyes with pleading little eyes are better than a little boy doing this Be bigger.

But of course, all this has no effect on the stern Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall was always telling them what other professors had other ideas, and each time Harry worried about the possible 'torture' of his Firebolt.

Until the week of the upcoming match against Ravenclaws, Harry experienced the devastation of the Boggart version of Dementors at Professor Lupin's place one night, and walked back to the lounge unsteadily. So tired that he didn't see Professor McGonagall at all, and the two of them bumped into each other directly on the stairs.

"Watch the way, Potter!"

"I'm sorry, Professor..."

McGonagall knew that Harry was practicing the Patronus Charm at Lupin's. It was not an easy spell to practice. Seeing Harry's pale face, she didn't intend to lecture the poor boy. He brings good news.

"Cheer up, Potter, here, here you are, I think you'll be more refreshed this way." McGonagall stuffed the Firebolt and the arrow in Harry's hand, and he didn't react in a daze. "We've done everything imaginable, as if there was nothing unusual about the broom. But it's very strange. You seem to have a good friend somewhere?"

Holding the broom in his hand, it wasn't until Professor McGonagall finished speaking and left that Harry opened his mouth wide, realizing that Professor McGonagall had just handed him something—his Firebolt. Arrow! !He remembered that he had just heard Professor McGonagall say that there was nothing wrong with the broom! !ah!It looks as beautiful as ever!

Harry suddenly became sober, as if all of a sudden, the confidence that had been shattered in the fake dementor came back, and he ran back to the Gryffindor tower.

Ron saw Harry rushing into the lounge with the Firebolt. He immediately left the potion homework that had been spread out for more than an hour and ran towards Harry, unable to close his mouth.

"Professor McGonagall gave it back to you? That's great! Hey, listen, can I try it tomorrow?"

"Okay, no problem, you can do whatever you want!" Harry quickly agreed, he couldn't be in a good mood now, seeing Hermione sitting in the corner of the lounge, peeking at them through the pile of books, Harry suddenly Thinking he should be more generous, "Look, Ron, I think we should make up with Hermione, she just wants to help."

"Oh, okay." Ron is also in a good mood now, and tomorrow he can ride and see the best broom in the world!What Scabbers, what Crookshanks, those are not a problem!

There was nothing to talk about during the reconciliation process. She walked over coyly and apologized to Hermione, and Hermione reconciled with them along the steps. Anyway, it was not the first time that the two of them, the little boy and Hermione, had quarreled.

"Ah! But the game is going to be this Sunday, Harry, can you arrange a good time for training in the past few days?" Hermione is naturally very concerned about the Quidditch game, even though she hardly talked to Ha during this time. Let them talk, but that doesn't prevent Hermione from finding out that because of the Gryffindor team's training time is too long and too frequent. The full effect of training cannot be exerted.

"No problem, we have a morning slot on Thursday, and it happens that everyone in the team has no classes, so it's time for the queue..." Before Harry could finish speaking, Seamus, their Gryffindor classmate, led Neville into the lounge .

"I actually wrote the password down..." Neville still had tears in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Hermione stepped up to be concerned.

Neville sobbed and said, "Sir Cadogan's password is too complicated...I had to write it on a piece of paper, but I must have left that paper somewhere...He won't let me in ..."

Harry and Ron also comforted Neville. Sir Cadogan, who replaced the Fat Lady at the gate of Gryffindor, really liked some weird passwords and changed them frequently, but Neville's forgetful character was indeed a question.

Harry got the Firebolt. The whole school was a sensation the next morning, and almost everyone was walking around talking about the best broom in the world.

Camille and Sylvia were not included in this 'almost everyone', they were the rare people in the school who didn't care about Quidditch at all.

"Potter will stand there with an idiot smile next time, and I promise to let him carry my load to the castle tomorrow morning!" Camille roared violently and walked into the empty classroom on the fifth floor.

"Forgive the little boy who suddenly got a big gift. I'm actually more curious about who gave it to me. That broom is really, really expensive. I think Principal Dumbledore probably can't afford it, let alone Professor McGonagall. Having said that, the salary of the professor is not bad at all, not to the point where he can get rich. The broom is said to be the goal of every Quidditch national team to dress up—just a goal, it seems that most teams are currently It can only be assembled for one or two star players first, look at how expensive that is!" Sylvia said casually as she sorted the piles of parchment on the table.

"How do you know so much..."

Sylvia sighed, and glanced at Camille sadly, "Do you think Gryffindors are the only ones discussing that broom in the whole school? The fish in the Black Lake are all stuck on the dome, okay... I accidentally looked up yesterday and was shocked. A bunch of strange creatures were stuck on the glass and stared at those chattering Slytherins—— What a shame to throw it into the Black Lake."

Camille smiled silently. Fortunately, she wasn't the only one who was annoyed. "Are you going to the Sunday game?"

"Why should I go? I'm not going to the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw match. Everyone is out of the castle. I can just start repairing some of the protective runes in the auditorium. This repair will probably take two or three God, Professor Samilson and I may both be sleeping in the auditorium."

"Have you figured it out?"

"It's just part of it. If the repair is successful, a new function should be added. If someone outside the school has bad intentions for the teachers and students of the school, the castle will send out a warning, and automatically track the current location of that person and report it to the professors--it's a pity that Sara and I Professor Milson is still trying to solve the problem of activating the automatic defense function of the statues and armor in the castle, otherwise even the professor will not need to be alarmed, and the intruders can be killed by directly dispatching the statues and armor." Sylvia thought It's a pity that you can't shoot the intruder to death in one shot, and Camille shrinks her neck secretly. Her girlfriend is really getting more and more irritable...cough!But she will not be afraid!

"Well, the most regrettable thing is that the 'Death by Designation' function in the protective rune is too damaged. I don't know when it will be repaired. Otherwise, let alone Black, Voldemort walked into the castle. I just thought of it. If you can kill him, things will be much easier now." Sylvia sighed deeply, expressing her pity.

"..." Camille had to admit that he was still a little scared...

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Sunday came quickly, and wizards and wizards flooded the field.

Ravenclaw's Seeker is Qiu Zhang, and the Comet 260 she rides is not enough to look at Harry's Firebolt. Arrow.The game was won easily, but Harry also thought that Cho was a great Seeker. Although her broom was obviously far inferior to his Firebolt, she was a very experienced Seeker, and she interfered a few times. over him.

Besides, Qiu has a good personality. Before the game, she smiled quietly at Harry, without the fierce smell of gunpowder that she usually has with other teams.

But I don't know why Hermione and Qiu don't seem to get along so well. After the first grade, the two of them are just ordinary friends.Although I heard Hermione say that they still chat from time to time, it seems that they are just academic discussions-instead, Hermione and Slytherin's Pansy Parkinson feel very good now.

He didn't understand what's so good about Slytherin people, but of course, he didn't think they were too bad, maybe it was because the first impression Malfoy gave him in the first year really ruined his understanding of Slytherin. Leitlin's overall feeling.Even though Malfoy kept a low profile afterwards, Harry still didn't feel very good - besides, Voldemort also graduated from Slytherin, so this grudge was a bit big.

But anyway, the Gryffindor team finally got their wish today and won a victory!

The lounge was packed, and George and Fred disappeared for 10 minutes, returning with snacks and butterbeer in their arms.

"Where did you get these?" Angelina, a fifth-grade suitor on the team, asked curiously.

"We replenished some stocks in Hogsmeade!" George said happily while distributing the butterbeer he was carrying to others.

"The elves in the kitchen don't mind at all if you store something in their place—even if it's not for food!" Fred blinked mischievously, and threw out the candy in his hand, and the lounge was full of joy.

Well, now that Harry knew where the twins' endless prank toys were kept, it was no wonder why Filch never found anything when he stormed into their room every time.

The Gryffindors' celebration went on for a long time, and finally at one o'clock in the morning, Professor McGonagall, wearing a plaid dressing gown and a hairnet, came to the scene. Even though she still had a smile on her face, she insisted Let everyone hurry to sleep.

Even if he had to wake up early for his first class in a few hours, it still didn't stop Harry from falling asleep in a happy mood.

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The morning ball game was over, and the campus became quiet again at night. In the middle of the night, everyone fell asleep.

At such a peaceful moment, all the professors were suddenly awakened from their dreams - Blake is here!The magic alarm is sounded, and Black is coming through that secret passage! !

Not long ago, McGonagall ordered all the Gryffindors who were celebrating to go back to sleep. She had just returned to the dormitory to lie down, and she was suddenly awakened before she had time to fall asleep.

Having no time to think about her clothes and hairstyle, McGonagall rushed out of the dormitory and ran along the Gryffindor Tower towards the secret passage—Professor Snape arrived first.

"There's no one here, I'm going to Hogsmeade." Without saying a word, Snape simply opened the window in the corridor and jumped down.

"Severus!" McGonagall screamed, leaning on the window and looking down.

Snape's wide black cloak fluttered under the moonlight, and he flew straight towards Hogsmeade village.

"Minerva! How's it going?" Charms professor Flivi arrived panting, followed by Lupine. His face was extremely pale, and he looked as if he might faint at any time due to exhaustion.

"Severus arrived first. There is no sign of Black here. He went to Hogsmeade first. We still don't know whether he is still wandering around the castle or going back to Hogsmeade along the way. Let's share the inspection route. "

"I'll go over there." Lupine was the first to choose the route. "I'm sorry, but the corridor over there is a little shorter. I'm not very comfortable today."

Mag nodded. Tomorrow night will be the full moon night. Lupine should be very uncomfortable now. He can finish his inspection earlier and go back to rest.

Lupine didn't listen to the other professors' patrol arrangements, turned around and left, turned the corner, and after making sure that no one else could see him, Lupine suddenly started to run wildly, panting hard, and took out the bag he borrowed from Harry from his robe. Marauder's map.

Spread out the map, in an empty classroom near the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom not far ahead, the name 'Sirius Black' was definitely parked there.