Chapter 313 Who sent the Firebolt? dragon claw in crystal ball

Christmas.

Aaron woke up early in the morning with a pile of gift boxes piled at the foot of the bed.

He dug out Jeans' gift, a crystal ball.

"I knew it." Aaron carefully placed the crystal ball on the table, followed the method taught by Professor Trelawney, and concentrated on divination.

However, after more than ten minutes, he only saw some blurry fragments on the crystal ball.

A goblet with blue-white flames dancing inside, and a white claw in addition.

Aaron shook his head violently, and it took him a while to come back to his senses.

He has been studying divination for less than half a year, and he can barely be considered a fortune teller apprentice. Using a crystal ball to predict the future is still quite energy-consuming for him now.

"That claw looks like..."

Aaron was thoughtful and turned to look at Abe, who was rolling on the bed made of marshmallows. He couldn't help but feel a toothache.

it should be no problem? Although his dragon is a little skinny, it won't cause any trouble.

Aaron comforted himself in his heart without confidence, and then opened the gift from his parents.

Just when he thought it was a postcard, a familiar file bag appeared in front of him, with a few words of gratitude on it:

Guaranteed to be much more detailed than the previous one.

I hope you can choose carefully and don't keep us waiting too long.

Gulu!

Aaron couldn't help swallowing and subconsciously took a few steps back.

What a wonderful Christmas. I actually sent my blind date’s portfolio to him. It must have been specifically to trouble him. It’s not as good as a postcard!

Crunch!

A floor in the corner was opened, and the missing body came out.

"Merry Christmas."

"Stop being sarcastic, this is the worst Christmas I've ever had." Aaron stuffed the portfolio into the gift box speechlessly, preparing to put it in the secret room to gather dust.

"How's the renovation down there?"

"You know, transfiguration is not omnipotent." Missing Body sighed pointedly, "We are not Salazar Slytherin, and the resources we can mobilize are quite limited."

"Change it as much as you can!

But at least the bathroom, bedroom, kitchen, training room, and potion room must be separated. "

"I understand, after all...it's me who lives down there."

Aaron smiled awkwardly, "I'm going to eat first. You can make your own arrangements. Don't forget to practice the magic circle."

Missing body:......

Arriving at the auditorium, a large dining table was placed in the center.

Since many students chose to go home for Christmas, there were only a dozen people eating here, including the principal Dumbledore, the deans of the four houses, the administrator Filch, Harry, Ron, Hermione and two others. A first grader and a fifth grader.

"Gaius, sit down!" Dumbledore smiled.

Aaron sat down at the dining table naturally, and Abe also got a seat and started enjoying a sumptuous breakfast.

"Did you give Harry a Christmas gift?" Ron asked curiously.

"A model broom! I said it before."

"Really?" Ron was a little skeptical, "Harry did receive a magic broomstick this morning, but in addition to the Nimbus 2000 specimen, there was also a world-standard Firebolt.

We have eliminated everyone who can, and now you are the only one left with this ability. "

"If it's really you who gave it to me, just admit it openly. There's nothing to be embarrassed about." Hermione smiled.

"It's really not me." Aaron shook his head. "I feel sorry for the Nimbus 2000, but that doesn't mean I want to give him the best broomstick. That's not how money is spent."

"But who could it be if it wasn't you?" Harry frowned slightly. There was no signature on the broom, and he didn't know the rich man who would spend so much money on him.

"How do I know? Maybe it's Hagrid."

"No way, it absolutely can't be him." Ron said with certainty, "There's no way Hagrid can afford a Firebolt."

"Haha!" Aaron couldn't help but sneered, "How ignorant. Although Hagrid looks a little sloppy, he is definitely a rare rich man in Hogwarts.

Don't forget that he relies on a Forbidden Forest, with unicorn feathers, Acromantula venom, hippogriffs, etc., plus various precious herbs in the Forbidden Forest.

As long as he wants to, he can sell something casually in Diagon Alley, which is comparable to a professor's salary. "

The three of them looked at each other. None of them expected Hagrid to be so rich. He usually didn't even have any decent clothes, and the place he lived in was... hard to describe.

But he turned out to be a rich man hiding beside them, and he really blinded their eyes.

"But even so, it won't be Hagrid." Hermione said after thinking for a moment. "He has been worrying about how to deal with the Dangerous Animals Committee these days and has no time at all."

"Buckbeak?" Aaron raised his eyebrows, "This is taking a little too long!"

"He needs to prepare a strong and sufficient defense. If Buckbeak loses the case, I'm afraid..."

"Understood." Aaron nodded, "So you are running back and forth in the library these days just to help him find some useful cases."

"Yes, but the result is not very good." Harry said regretfully, "There are almost no successful cases in defense of magical beasts."

"I also advise you not to waste your energy. Many people saw Draco's injury. Any defense is pale and powerless in the face of such ironclad evidence."

"But it was Malfoy who took the initiative to provoke." Harry said indignantly.

"I don't deny this.

But it doesn't matter at all. Malfoy's safety is much more important than an unruly magical animal."

"I don't think so." Ron said unhappily.

"But most people think so, and the most important thing is that Lucius Malfoy, who is powerful and rich, thinks so. He won't let Draco get hurt in vain."

Hearing this, the three of them had a touch of disappointment on their faces.

Unless Lucius Malfoy can show mercy, Hagrid's defeat is a foregone conclusion, and Buckbeak will definitely die.

After a brief silence, Hermione turned her eyes to Aaron, "If Gaius is willing to help, Malfoy should change his mind, right?"

After the voice fell, Harry and Ron also looked at him with hope.

"I'm sorry, I may disappoint you." Aaron said bluntly, "Buckbeak and I are not familiar with each other, so there is no reason to save it.

And Draco is my friend. What would he think if I saved the hippogriff that hurt him?"

"So there is no hope?" Harry lowered his head in disappointment.

"Not without hope." Aaron lowered his voice, "Why not just let it go secretly?"

Buckbeak is a hippogriff after all, and even if the Ministry of Magic wants to catch a flying magical animal, it will take a lot of energy and time.

Based on his understanding of Fudge, it is likely that the matter will be resolved.

"Alas!" Hermione shook her head slowly, "The Ministry of Magic will hold Hagrid responsible for poor supervision. Azkaban brought him great fear last year, and going in again will drive him crazy."

"Then there is nothing we can do, unless..."

"Unless what?" Harry asked anxiously.

"Unless Buckbeak was released and Hagrid had nothing to do with him, for example, he suddenly broke free during the escort, or he scratched the executioner and ran away during the execution. In this case, it would be the responsibility of the Ministry of Magic, but it is almost impossible for you to do this with your ability." Harry and the other two looked at each other, and everything was self-explanatory. This idea was a little bad, but it was much better than being helpless. Aaron was speechless when he saw their expressions. But he didn't think of stopping them. If that happened, they would retreat. "By the way, if Hagrid didn't send the Firebolt, who could it be?" "I might know." Hermione bit her lip and looked at Harry and Ron with a complicated look, "I guess it might be Sirius Black." "That's impossible, absolutely impossible." Harry and Ron said in unison. Sirius Black was a wanted criminal. He had no money to buy the Firebolt, not to mention that the Firebolt was given to Harry Potter, his enemy. "That's possible." Hermione said in embarrassment, "He can't enter Hogwarts, but it's not difficult to send a broom. What if he casts a curse?

I suggest that Professor McGonagall take a look first and check it carefully."

"Not really!" Aaron smiled awkwardly, "If Sirius wanted to harm Harry in this way, there was no need to send a flying broom. Just sending some snacks and poison would be the same.

And this is the Firebolt, the most expensive flying broom in the world. Isn't it ridiculous to spend so much money just to make Harry fall during the Quidditch game?"

"You're right." Harry agreed deeply. The Firebolt had been in his hands for less than a few hours and it wasn't even warm yet. He couldn't bear to hand it over.

Hermione also felt that she was a little too worried. She smiled awkwardly and started to eat breakfast.

At this time, the door of the hall suddenly opened and Professor Trelawney walked in. Perhaps to cater to the festive atmosphere, her dress was much brighter than usual.

"Sybill." Dumbledore smiled, "What a pleasant surprise!"

"I was just looking at the crystal ball, and fate led me here. Please forgive me for being late." Professor Trelawney said with a tremor in his voice, "Thirteen people?

My Merlin! When thirteen people eat together, the first one to stand up will definitely be the first to die."

"Including you, that's fourteen, Professor." Aaron said speechlessly. Trelawney's divination skills are impeccable, but it's just a little weird.

Dumbledore waved his wand and conjured a chair next to Aaron, "Please sit down! Sybill."

Trelawney hesitated for a moment and sat down slowly.

"Isn't Professor Lupin here?"

"Professor Lupin is sick and will probably be well in the next semester." Harry said with some concern, "He looks a little weak."

"It's okay." Dumbledore comforted, "Professor Snape will prepare a potion for him."

Snape nodded expressionlessly.

"Professor, I have a question about divination that I want to ask you." Aaron said after struggling for a moment.

"Ask, Mr. Gaius." Trelawney seemed particularly excited, and the others also looked at him with interest.

"I used the crystal ball to divine today, but the future I saw was a strange cup with blue and white flames in it."

"Goblet of Fire?" Dumbledore said unexpectedly, "You actually saw the Goblet of Fire?"

"What is the Goblet of Fire, sir?" Harry asked curiously.

"A powerful magic item." Dumbledore hesitated, "I believe you will know it soon."

"Well..." Professor Trelawney pondered for a moment, "Did you only see the Goblet of Fire?"

"I also saw a paw." Aaron raised Abe's right paw with some embarrassment.

"it?"

Trelawney blinked in confusion, his mouth wide open in disbelief, "I can only say that Mr. Gaius, you have a magical pet, and its role is very important."

Aaron: ...

That's it?

The three Harrys and several professors nodded subconsciously. They had no doubt that Abe was also the most mysterious among the dragons.