"It's such a perfect masterpiece," Harry couldn't help exclaiming, his eyes scanning from the golden serial number at the top of the flying broomstick to the completely smooth, streamlined broom tail.
"Who gave it to you?" Ron whispered.
"I don't know." Harry shrugged.
Ron tore open the Firebolt wrapper.
"Oh, it's your godfather." Ron said with a smile, "Look, it even has Black's signature on it—I know the Black family is one of the pure-blood clans, they're quite wealthy, but a Firebolt is indeed very expensive..."
"It's too valuable..." Harry sighed, "Maybe I should ask Little Sirius to return this broom..."
"No way, Harry." Ron said regretfully, "No refunds after purchase—unless there's a performance issue, but you know that's impossible."
"But it's such a waste of money..." Harry shook his head.
"But it's also his kind intention, Harry." Ron advised, "You wouldn't want to hurt your godfather's good wishes..."
"Hmm."
Harry stroked the broom, now eager to go for a ride—
"However." He suddenly thought of something: "Aha, since I have a new broom, I can give you my Light Wheel 2000, Ron."
Ron seemed to hear something unbelievable and quickly reached out to shake Harry's shoulders: "Is this true? Harry? Is this true?"
He actually felt a bit unworthy of accepting such a valuable item—but a broom, a flying broom...
And it's a Light Wheel 2000...
"Of course it's true." Harry said with a grin, "I can't ride two brooms at once, right?"
Ron was instantly overwhelmed by immense joy and remained speechless for a while. Once he gathered himself, he shook his head and said, "Gosh, I even feel like calling you my godfather..."
Hearing Ron's playful words, Harry couldn't hold back and laughed heartily.
He pulled the box containing the Light Wheel 2000 out from under the bed and pushed it in front of Ron.
"Remember, Ron," Harry patted the box, "This year's Christmas gift, I'm giving it to you early—don't ask me why I didn't give you a gift by Christmas."
"Thank you, Harry." Ron said, deeply moved.
When he went to breakfast, he walked into the hall happily, still holding the Firebolt in his hand.
"Gosh, Potter!" Classmates gathered around, "What—what kind of broom is this?"
"Firebolt." Harry chuckled and suspended the Firebolt beside him.
"Blood Mother Hell!" The Weasley Twins swore in unison in Ron's dialect, "Merlin, it's actually a Firebolt—"
Harry happily showed off his Firebolt, and Vivi wrinkled her nose beside him, inwardly calling him a spendthrift.
But...
If I had known it would make Harry this happy, I would've bought him a Firebolt long ago...
Vivi thought this in her heart.
But then she remembered the empty vault that Gellert had relocated...
A snapping sound came from her hand, and she broke the spoon.
Cassandra, on the other hand, continued eating breakfast without a sound, but she thought of the first time she gave Harry a flying broomstick—
Harry was just as happy then, excitedly showing it off to his friend Gareth and the others...
Thinking of this, Cassandra's expression softened.
When the Christmas holiday comes, I'll go back to my vault and take a look, she thought.
It's also time to give the gift I prepared for Harry, just in time for this Christmas.
Harry didn't look toward the Slytherin side but instead looked up at the staff table.
Little Sirius, who had changed into a new outfit, was sitting at the staff table. He looked slender but still retained his elegant demeanor.
Noticing Harry's gaze, Little Sirius smiled slightly and raised his cup towards Harry.
Harry returned the smile.
When lunchtime came, Harry found Little Sirius and expressed his gratitude.
"It's nothing, Harry." Little Sirius said with a grin, "You're the most outstanding Quidditch player—Back then, I wanted to buy James a good broom, but unfortunately, the Black family's head wasn't me at the time. Now I finally—"
"Finally became the patriarch of the Black family?" Ron asked tentatively.
"Finally outlived them all." Little Sirius said cheerfully, "I even told my mom's portrait about it—she was furious, and her angry curses echoed throughout the Black Family Mansion."
Ron leaned back with respect and awe.
So filial, so filial!
"You should know what the Black folks, those who engrave 'eternally pure' as their family motto, are like." Little Sirius looked at Hermione and said to her, "Miss Granger, right? Moon Face talked about you. He said you're the smartest little witch he's ever met."
"Moon Face?" Hermione asked curiously.
"Oh, Moon Face is his nickname." Little Sirius said without reservation, "We all had nicknames back then, like James was Spearhead, I was Bigfoot, Pete..."
When mentioning Peter, he suddenly stopped speaking.
Everyone sensibly refrained from asking further.
"I heard you got that map?" Little Sirius asked with a smile, "The Marauder's Map—right, I heard you found that traitor using the Marauder's Map."
"Yes." Harry replied, "At first, I thought Peter was a senior student, but it turned out he was Ron's rat—sleeping with him side by side..."
Ron showed a terrified expression, shaking his hands and repeatedly shaking his head.
"Merlin, Harry, don't say it, don't say it..."
"Hahaha." Little Sirius laughed happily, "No one would have thought he would turn into a rat and hide for twelve years—but, did you show the map to Old Snot Spirit?"
"Old Snot Spirit?" Hermione and Ron exchanged glances.
"Oh, it's the nickname James gave Snape." Little Sirius became animated when mentioning James, "He didn't like the nickname, but we didn't care—if you showed him the map, it would insult him, we specifically made it for him—so, any interest in joining me to curb Old Snot Spirit's arrogance?"
(Requesting monthly votes)
(Progress 20000/50000)