Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“I can’t believe it,” Harry said with a dumb voice.

He ripped the long big parcel at the urging of Ron, and then a beautiful, gleaming broomstick rolled onto his bed, and he was so breathless.

Ron dropped the socks in his hand and jumped out of bed to look carefully.

It was Firebolt, exactly the same as Harry was going to see and dream of every day at Diagon Alley.

Harry picked it up and it sparkled.

He could feel it twitching gently, so he let go of it – it was suspended in midair without any support, and the height from the ground was right for him to ride.

His eyes saw a perfectly smooth, streamlined broom from the top golden number of the broomstick.

“Who gave it to you?” Ron whispered.

“Look at the card or something…” Harry asked Ron to tear open the Firebolt’s wrapper.

“Nothing! Oh, who has spent so much money for you?”

“Hey,” Harry said with amazement. “I bet it’s not the Dursleys.”

“I bet Dumbledore,” Ron walked round and round around the magnificent Firebolt and looked carefully from start to finish. “Have he sent you Invisibility Cloak anonymously?”

“But that’s my father,” Harry said. “Dumbledore just gave it to me that’s all… He won’t spend so much money on me. He can’t give students such a heavy thing.”

“So he didn’t say this was what he sent!” Ron said. “Otherwise, a guy like Malfoy would say he was eccentric. Hey, Harry-“

Ron suddenly laughed. “Malfoy! When he saw you riding this broom, he would die! This is a world-class broom, really!”

“I can’t believe it,” Harry muttered, stroking the broom in one hand. “Who is it…”

At this point, Ron lay down on Harry’s bed, and he couldn’t breathe when he thought of what Malfoy would look like.

“Oh, yes! There is a parcel.” Harry came back to his senses and bent down to pick up the humble little parcel.

“Hey… owl food?” Harry seemed surprised when he saw Firebolt. “And it’s a gift from Marx, why?”

“Oh, let me know, there seems to be a small parcel there…”

Ron got up from Harry’s bed and walked to his bed.

With the sound of tearing the wrapping paper, it was followed by Ron’s weird snoring.

“Is Marx planning to have a pet food tasting party this year?” he wondered. “A small bottle per person, Marx seems to be getting stingy…”

“Oh – there’s a small card, I’m oh–” Ron suddenly said, “Well… this is Marx’s own work, saying that the nutritional value is very high, can make my Scabbers healthier?”

Ron pulled the Scabbers out of his pocket.

Harry found that the previously obese Scabbers were now skinny and only skinny, and he was surprised and unhappy – the Scabbers’ hair seemed to fall off in pieces.

“It seems that Marx always knows what I need.” Ron felt a little touched. “Nobody noticed that Scabbers was in a bad state recently, but he noticed it.”

He poured a few reddish brown rat food from the small slap in the bottle that Marx gave him, and put it in front of the Scabbers.

Scabbers went to smell it and looked a little hesitant.

“Come on, my friend is specially made for you, nutritious!” Ron rushed to his mouth and urged him. “It should make you fat.”

Scabbers’s head shrank and it found that Ron wouldn’t let it go if he didn’t eat it, so he had to stretch his neck and eat a few.

With a slap in the face, Scabbers found that he couldn’t stop himself – what exactly did this thing do? too delicious!

That kind of fragrant and crisp, it seems to be vaguely with a little barbecue flavor, it is like…

“It’s like…” Harry picked up a smell, then threw it into his mouth and chewed it. “Fried peanuts! Uncle Vernon had ordered it in the Chinese restaurant. It was this scent! But he only Eat to Dudley.”

“Hey! Don’t eat with Scabbers!” Ron was a little didn’t know whether to cry or laugh.

“…but, I said, this is too delicious…why?” Harry stared wide-eyed. “I think I still want to eat, give me a little more!”

“You don’t have it there! Take it with your Hedwig -” Ron didn’t feel good.

“What are you talking about?”

Hermione walked in from the door, and she was wearing pajamas with Crookshanks. Crookshanks looked terrible and had a ring of wire around his neck.

“Don’t bring it here!” Ron said, hurriedly stuffing Scabbers back into his pocket. But Hermione didn’t listen to him. She put Crookshanks on Seamus’s empty bed and opened her mouth and looked at the Firebolt.

“Oh, Harry! Who gave this to you?”

“I don’t know,” Harry said. “This gift has no cards or anything.”

To the great surprise of Harry, she was neither excited nor curious to hear this sentence. Instead, her face stretched and she bit her lip.

“What’s the matter with you?” Ron asked.

“I don’t know,” Hermione said slowly. “But it’s a bit strange, isn’t it? I mean, this should be a pretty good broom, isn’t it?”

“This is the best broomstick, Hermione,” Ron said.

“That must be very expensive…”

“It’s probably more expensive than all the Broomsticks of the Slytherin team!” Ron said happily.

“Hey… who will give Harry such valuable things, and don’t tell him who?” Hermione asked.

“Who cares about this?” Ron said impatiently. “Listen, Harry, can I ride it? Can’t I?”

“I don’t think anyone can ride it right now!” Hermione screamed.

Harry and Ron looked at her with amazement.

“What do you think Harry is going to do with it – sweeping the floor?” Ron said.

But before Hermione had time to answer, Crookshanks jumped out of the Seamus bed and headed straight to Ron’s chest.

“Put it – it – from – here – go out!” Ron shouted in his pocket.

But he hadn’t had time to hold it, Crookshanks’ claws had ripped Ron’s dressing gown, and Scabbers managed to run away from Ron’s shoulder.

Ron grabbed the tail of Scabbers and kicked Crookshanks but didn’t kick. He kicked the box at Harry’s foot and kicked the box.

Ron jumped on his own leg in the same place and screamed.

The hair of Crookshanks suddenly stood up, and the room was full of pointed, faint screams.

“You might as well take the cat away, Hermione.” Ron furiously said, sitting on Harry’s bed and licking his toes.

Hermione licked her mouth, then picked up Crookshanks and walked out of the room slowly. Crookshanks’s yellow eyes still stared at Ron.

At this point, Scabbers huddled in Ron’s palm.

“It doesn’t look great, isn’t it?” Harry hesitated.

“It’s over-stressed!” Ron said. “If that stupid big ball doesn’t mess with it, it’s okay!”

But Harry remembered that the woman in the magical creature park said that rat could only live for three years… He couldn’t help but think that Scabbers might be nearing the end of its life.

Although Ron has been complaining that Scabbers are both annoying and useless, Harry can be sure that if Scabbers die, Ron will be very upset.

“Marx said that the rat food can make Scabbers healthier, he must know.” Harry couldn’t help but think so.

That morning, in the common room of Gryffindor, the Christmas atmosphere was definitely weak.

Hermione locked Crookshanks in the Dormitory, but was extremely angry that Ron wanted to kick it; Ron was so angry that Crookshanks wanted to eat Scabbers.

Harry gave up the effort to reconcile the two of them and went to see his Firebolt with one heart and one mind – he had brought Firebolt to the common room.

For some reason, this also made Hermione unhappy.

She didn’t say anything, but she had been gloomy looking at the Firebolt as if it had offended her cat.

And just as Ron and Hermione were sulking, Marx was flying in the sky…

“xiu !”

Marx passed by at low altitude and screamed in the face of the Ernie trio, causing them to scream.

“Oh – great!” Ernie Loudly shouted, “Come on, come again!”

And next to him, the two little girls were all applauded and they were all red, and they looked very excited.

But after Marx circled in the air, he fell down and stopped at them.

“It doesn’t make sense to fly alone. Don’t you come together?” Marx said.

“But we can’t fly well!” Ernie said, “it’s better to see you Accio more energetic.”

“Let’s take a break!” Marx said, and fell to the ground. “It’s time for lunch, isn’t it? You haven’t introduced me to this new friend yet!”

“Ha! This is my good friend Rina with Rina – Reira Shafiq, we have known since childhood.” Ernie shrugged.

“Uh huh,” Reira laughed at hehe. “Eni and I said you – many times!”

“I just said that many times, but you still remember the wrong name?” Ernie couldn’t help it.

“Oh – I am not very good at remembering people -“

“Don’t worry about her, Marx,” Ernie said with a smile. “She is always so frustrated, don’t care…”

“Nothing, just be careful, don’t bump yourself and fall.” Marx also hooked his mouth and pretended to be laughing.

“Hey, don’t laugh, you laugh very awkward!” Reira suddenly said, “It looks a bit gloomy Sen.”

“Oh, is it?” Marx touched his face.

It seems that I have to hurry up, and this state is really not conducive to the progress of the plan.