Chapter 221

But in fact, there was no need to wait until next Monday. On Friday, during the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Professor Lupin had already returned and continued to teach them.

Although his face was still a little pale, his teaching level was still the same.

What made all the students ecstatic was that Lupin did not ask them to hand in the paper assigned by Snape, and he also made it clear that they did not need to write the paper anymore.

The little lions cheered on the spot, and Seamus waved his wand directly, making his half-written paper fly up, and then exploded in mid-air. The other little wizards thought Seamus did it on purpose, so they tore the parchment into pieces and threw it into the sky like fireworks, celebrating joyfully.

Ron looked at them with pity, thinking to himself: They are still too young!

He carefully put away his unfinished paper. In fact, he had not finished it, but he was not in a hurry because there was still plenty of time.

After witnessing Dumbledore’s moves on the Quidditch field and the emotions he felt from Hermione when he taught her the Patronus Charm, he was finally able to accurately grasp the direction of progress.

Every day, he could clearly feel that his will and emotional strength were constantly advancing.

This progress, which was visible to the naked eye as before, made him very happy.

However, he was only one step away from success, a critical step, and his Patronus would be reborn and completely transformed into a magical creature, thus allowing his will and emotions to undergo a qualitative change.

But it was like the download progress bar reached 99.9%, but suddenly the network was disconnected. The critical 0.1%, no matter how hard he tried, he could not break through.

This was the same as when he was learning to cook with Peng Yingzong before. Sometimes a dish would bother him for a long time. It was obviously the same steps as Peng Yingzong, but he couldn’t make it taste like his.

In this regard, Peng Yingzong just explained that he didn’t find the feeling.

In Chinese cooking, feeling is very important.

The heat and seasoning are all based on feeling.

According to Harry’s experience, you must not be impatient at this time, and you must be steady.

Ron’s situation was the same as Hermione’s. Under Harry’s careful teaching, they were already very proficient in the Patronus Charm, but they were also short of the finishing touch and could not formally condense their own Patronus.

Harry had observed their situation and thought that their will and mental strength were not strong enough.

This kind of thing needed to be practiced by oneself, and he could not provide more help. This was how practice was, the master could only lead the way, and practice still depended on oneself.

But what made Harry a little irritated was that recently when he used the Marauder’s Map to check the castle or used the perspective atmosphere to check Hogsmeade, he did not find Black’s whereabouts.

Where on earth did this guy escape to?

This kind of murderer has been caught, and he is just waiting for him to fall into the trap, which is really irritating.

Until December, the first winter snow fell. On

Saturday morning, Harry and his friends were having breakfast in the Great Hall. Led by Salir, a few owls flew over with a long and thin package and threw it in front of Harry.

Salier pecked Harry’s hand gently, then flew back to the owl dormitory with a group of her little brothers to enjoy the meal.

“”It looks like a flying broomstick, huh?” Ron said, looking at the long package.

Harry took out his wand without saying a word, and spells to detect evil spells and curses surged out like a tide. He carefully examined the package that suddenly appeared.

In the wizarding world, there are endless ways to kill people. When facing a package of unknown origin, no matter how careful you are, it is not too much.

The information fed back by various detection spells confirmed that the package was safe for the time being.

So he leaned the long package against the table and gently placed it on the ground. (To read the exciting novel, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

Then, Harry continued to eat.

After the three of them finished their meal, Harry returned to the Gryffindor lounge, waved his wand, and unwrapped the package.

In an instant, a flying broom with smooth and beautiful lines appeared in front of him.

“Oh my god, it’s a Firebolt! A special broom for national competitions!” Ron’s eyes widened in surprise and he couldn’t help but shout out. His eyes were full of envy and excitement, and his whole body was shaking slightly with excitement.

But at the same time, Ron was even more confused:”Harry, who sent you this Firebolt?”[]

Harry waved his hand and pulled out a card from the package. There was no signature on it, only one sentence: [You deserve it! ]

He said expressionlessly:”Who else?”

“With his status, he’s not afraid of others tracking his address through owls!” Hermione curled her lips and said.

Ron frowned, thought hard for a while, and guessed who it was:”Is it him?”

Harry nodded.

“”But don’t you already have a Nimbus 2001?” Ron asked in confusion, frowning even more.

A flame suddenly ignited in Harry’s hand, burning the card clean. He said coldly:”Oh, maybe it’s because I finally saw my godson and remembered that I never treated my godson well in the past thirteen years, so I made some compensation.”

“Especially this godfather who does things without considering the consequences, or in other words, he does anything without thinking.”

He paused, and a look of sudden enlightenment appeared on his face:”No wonder I couldn’t find him before. It seems that he should have returned to the Black mansion during this period and took out some money to buy this flying broom.” At this point, his eyes flickered slightly. Although this godfather was a bit reckless, it must be said that it was a blessing for my father to have such a good friend.

“Black, I mean, your godfather is really willing to give it away. This is a Firebolt.” Ron stared at the Firebolt on the ground, his eyes full of desire. He loves Quidditch, and now seeing such a top-notch flying broom, his heart is almost hooked.

Harry saw Ron’s thoughts and said,”You can take it and try. I’ve tried it and it’s safe.”

When Ron heard this, he immediately ran over like a wild horse, picked up the Firebolt, and carefully stroked its graceful curve and exquisite shape, his face full of intoxication and satisfaction.

“This is the best broom right now!” Ron said in a very pious tone,”The national team only uses it in professional matches, because it can accelerate to 150 miles per hour in ten seconds. In Hogwarts, it is a crushing existence. Even if all the Slytherins switched to Nimbus 2001, they can’t compare with it.”

He talked incessantly, his eyes never leaving the Firebolt.

But he didn’t notice that at this time, Harry and Hermione were sitting together, looking at the Marauder’s Map that had been spread out on the table.

Brian’s name appeared on the map, right at the Whomping Willow.