Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

What Dumbledore regretted was that he did not say.

But Su Er could probably guess a little bit, and it was probably because of his own love. To be honest, Su Er couldn't help but want to tell that thing when he was in the principal's office just now.

In the end, Suer held back. Arianna still wanted to wait, so just wait.

A good night's sleep.

The next day, the weekend, Soul was blocked by Hermione wandering at the door of the Hufflepuff lounge early in the morning. Because she didn't know what happened next, her curiosity tortured her all night.

On the way to the Great Hall, Soul briefly told Hermione the ending.

"So, Black will be our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor next semester? Together with Professor Lupin?" Hermione said in surprise.

"Yes." Soul nodded, "I'm afraid you don't know, right? Black is Harry's godfather."

"Godfather?" Hermione's eyes widened.

"Shhh, don't tell Harry yet, give him a surprise." Suer smirked, "He must have been frightened yesterday, right?"

"Thought his godfather was going to kill him."

"I was really scared." Hermione nodded, "Actually, the one who is most scared is Ron. He was sad in the dormitory all night yesterday. I heard that... he thought that his Scabbers died heroically to save him."

However, Hermione was slapped in the face the next moment. Ron was describing last night's bizarre experience at the Gryffindor table with great excitement.

"If you mean that he is sad now." Soul raised his eyebrows at Hermione.

"I think highly of him. I thought he would be sad for at least a few days because of Scabbers, who he has raised for a long time." Hermione rolled her eyes speechlessly, pursed her lips and blew the hair scattered on her forehead.

"Scabbers is a good pet. When he was in our house, he was a well-behaved mouse. He would eat whatever he was given." Ron said with a grin, "I didn't expect that just last night..."

"When Blake was holding a shiny knife and wanted to stab me, Scabbers rushed forward."

"It's really touching." Ron wiped his eyes pretentiously, "It saved my life. I think Black was probably hungry and wanted to eat me. Scabbers heroically gave his life to protect me."

"It is indeed a Gryffindor, er, Gryffindor mouse. In the face of danger, he has the courage to protect the people he cherishes."

"I have to write a letter to tell my family that Banban is our family's great hero."

I hope you won’t be ashamed of what you said today after learning in the past two days that Banban is actually an Animagus and a shameful betrayer.

Soul reluctantly picked up a piece of bread, spread it with Hermione's favorite jam, and handed it to her.

Hermione took the bread, smiled sweetly, and pointed to Harry, who looked stunned.

"Do we really want to hide this from Harry?"

"The surprise is only when it suddenly appears at the end." Suer spread a piece of bread on himself, put some fried bacon on it, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Anyway, I estimate there will be news in the Daily Prophet next Monday, within two days."

"That's true, then just keep it a secret." Hermione narrowed her eyes.

"I'm more curious about what Ron will do when he knows the truth." Su Er chuckled softly, which was considered a bad joke.

The owls came in through the small hole above the auditorium with letters as usual, and a few of them were particularly eye-catching. They grabbed a long package with their talons and circled several times above the auditorium, seemingly looking for a target.

Finally, they threw the package under their paws in front of Harry, who was in a daze.

"Bang~" The milk on the table was knocked over, and a few drops splashed over.

Seeing this, Ron stopped bragging. His curiosity prompted him to immediately move over, while Harry had already begun to look through the package with a look of surprise on his face.

"No name." Suer heard him mutter.

Immediately afterwards, Ron said something unknown, and Harry began to open the package.

The entire auditorium echoed with Ron's inspiring scream.

"This is... Firebolt!!!"

"Harry, someone gave you a Firebolt!!!"

Ron's scream was like a switch, attracting the attention of most of the little wizards in the auditorium, and they rushed over.

Harry got a Firebolt, just like an ordinary person suddenly winning a lottery and getting a sports car.

He was also very happy. He was still sad that his nimbus had turned into a pile of fragments. Unexpectedly, the next moment he received a Firebolt that he had seen in Diagon Alley during the summer vacation.

"These are Firebolts. The Irish International Club has just spent a huge sum of money to place an order for a few. Rounding it all off, you are also someone who can compete in international competitions."

Well rounded up, I have 100 yuan, rounded up I am also a billionaire?

Ron continued to bluster, "I can already see you riding the Firebolt to finish the game, Harry, my God, I never dreamed I could touch it."

Because of the crowd, Soul and Hermione were forced to squeeze into the corner of the table.

"Firebolt?" Hermione asked in surprise, "Who could have given it to me?"

"Needless to say." Soul had already guessed, "He must be Harry's godfather."

"Black? Is he so rich?" Hermione remembered seeing the last word about the introduction of this broom in Diagon Alley - the price is negotiable. She knew without asking that this broom must be worth a lot of money.

Since Hermione already knew that Black was an unlucky scapegoat, she naturally did not disturb Harry's nature, suspecting that it was a broom that had been cursed by Black.

"Yes, very rich." Su Er nodded. "Next, the Ravenclaw game will be difficult. Harry's flying speed is definitely the best in the game."

Oliver Wood, captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, quickly received the news and rushed into the Great Hall. He squeezed through the crowd with joy and quickly picked Harry up from the crowd.

Yes, it was a hug, because Wood's body was almost twice as big as Harry's, and Harry's presence around him was like the difference between a little girl and a rough guy.

There's no doubt that Wood couldn't wait for Harry to take flight on his Firebolt.

Ron also followed with excitement on his face. It was obvious that he really wanted to touch this top-notch broom that he couldn't afford even if he sold it, and fly around on it for a few times.

The auditorium was suddenly more than half empty, and most of the young wizards who were having breakfast in the auditorium also followed. There was no way, Quidditch was too popular in the wizarding world, and broomsticks were also their focus.

"What are you going to do today?" Hermione finished her breakfast and asked Soul with a tilted head.

"I made an appointment with Professor Flitwick and I'll go find him soon." Soul wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin and found a piece of purple jam on the corner of the little girl's mouth. He naturally reached out and gently wiped the jam. Wipe away.

Hermione shrank back unaccustomedly and blushed.

"I...I went to the library."

ps: Set up a stall to earn extra money,

Updated today, tomorrow’s update will be a little later