I Have a Big Problem with My Hogwarts

Chapter 394. 391. Roaring Letter and Firebolt

On Christmas Day, Harry and Ron got up early in the dormitory.

At this time, their beds were already piled up with a lot of presents. Harry and the others didn't even want to go to wash up first, and couldn't wait to start unpacking the gift boxes beside their bed.

"Mother gave me another fur coat with a hood. It's maroon again. See if you got one too."

Harry had it too, Mrs Weasley had given him a scarlet hooded fur coat with a Gryffindor lion woven into the front, a dozen home-baked mince pies, some Christmas Holiday pastries and a box of crunchy peanut slivers.

"Oh no!" Ron exclaimed suddenly.

He found another envelope in the package Mrs Weasley had sent him.

The appearance of that envelope was familiar to both Harry and Ron. After they were found driving Mr. Weasley's flying car to school in the second grade, Mrs. Weasley sent one to Ron.

roar letter.

"It's over, it's over." Ron's face was pale, and his lips trembled. "Mom must be mad at us for not notifying her in advance that we won't be going back this Christmas."

Harry also stayed away from the Howling letter in Ron's hand in fear.

"I think it's more than that, she must know about your attack at Hogwarts by now, even if George, Fred, Percy and Ginny didn't tell her, she must have seen yesterday's newspaper. "

Although both of them were terrified, neither of them had the intention of throwing away the howling letter, because something more terrible would happen that way.

Ron and Harry could only stop opening the presents and open the Howling letter first.

Fortunately, there were only the two of them left in the entire Gryffindor boys' dormitory now, and no one would read their jokes.

Ron opened the envelope, and immediately the letter opened its mouth wide, screaming like a sonic attack.

"I can't believe you have such guts! There was an accident at school, why didn't you tell us the first time! Your dad and I were going crazy when we heard about it! If it wasn't for your Aunt Maggie This year's holidays will come to us, your dad doesn't even think about Christmas, he's going to Hogwarts to pick you up! Signing the not-to-go-home holidays with Harry without our consent! Half a year later I hope you can do a good job of explaining it to us when you get home!!!”

Both Harry and Ron tried their best to cover their ears tightly, but the sound, which was so thin that it seemed to shatter glass, couldn't cover it at all, and it strongly stimulated their eardrums.

The screaming stopped, and the faces of both of them were bloodless. After a long time, they finally came back to their senses.

"You must explain to my mother and me when we go home during the summer vacation, saying that we have reasons for not going back." Ron murmured, "Otherwise she will kill me. They won’t be able to hold their heads up at home.”

Harry said in relief: "Don't worry, I have my own idea of not going back for Christmas. I will fight this matter with you. If Mrs. Weasley wants to punish you, I will be punished with you."

After the two good brothers agreed to face the punishment together, they put the matter behind them.

Even if he was really going to be punished, it would have to be the summer vacation. Maybe by then Mrs. Weasley's anger would have faded away, and everyone could pretend that it didn't happen.

After all, today is Christmas, and it is a day to be happy all day long. Harry continued to unwrap the gift box in front of him.

He removed everything on it, and saw a very conspicuous and slender package underneath.

"What's that?" Ron asked, looking at a pair of maroon socks he had just unpacked in his hand.

"do not know……"

Harry tore open the package and a beautiful, shiny broomstick rolled onto his bed, his eyes widening in surprise.

Ron dropped the sock and jumped off the bed to look at it in disbelief.

"I can't believe it." His voice even became a little hoarse.

It was the Firebolt, exactly like the one Harry had been so obsessed with and dreamed of back in Diagon Alley.

Harry picked it up and it glistened.

He could feel it trembling, so he let go of it. It was suspended in mid-air without any support, and the height from the ground was just right for him to ride on.

His eyes went from the golden serial number on the top of the broomstick to the perfectly smooth, streamlined tip of the broomstick.

"Who gave it to you?" Ron asked quietly.

"There's no card, just this broom in the package," said Harry.

The two had a heated discussion about who would give Harry such an expensive gift.

They suspected it from Dumbledore to Lupine, but they all thought it was impossible.

At this moment, Hermione walked into their bedroom.

"What are you laughing at?"

She was wearing a dressing gown, with Crookshanks, who looked docile, and a pretty ribbon around her neck.

When Ron saw her coming in, he covered his pocket in horror.

"Don't let your cat in! Scabbers has been tortured enough by him before, and I don't want this new mouse that Lynn gave me to suffer like that again."

"But he's not interested in your new mouse, you see, not even your mouse is afraid of him."

What Hermione said was not wrong, the mouse pretending to be Scabbers was not afraid of Crookshanks at all, it poked its head out of Ron's pocket, curiously trying to grab the ribbon around the big yellow cat's neck, but Crookshanks didn't even look at it.

At this time, Hermione also found the broomstick in front of Harry, she asked in surprise.

"Who gave it to you?"

"Don't know," said Harry, "this gift didn't come with a card or anything."

To Harry's great surprise, she was neither excited nor curious to hear that.

Instead, Hermione's face stretched and she bit her lip.

"What's the matter with you?" Ron asked.

"I don't know," said Hermione slowly, "but it's kind of weird, I mean, it's supposed to be a pretty nice broom, isn't it?"

Ron sighed angrily.

"It's the best broomstick ever, Hermione," he said.

"Then it must be expensive..."

"Probably more than all the broomsticks in Slytherin put together," said Ron cheerfully.

"Well, who would give Harry something so expensive without telling him who it was?" asked Hermione.