Chapter 142 Vehicle Killer and Password

Hermione is a smart girl, so she knew the seriousness of this matter, so she told Professor McGonagall.

It's just uncomfortable being misunderstood.

Because of this incident, the two friends were angry.

She ran out, intending at first to go to the library, but as she walked, she saw Crookshanks.

Crookshanks ran with a twist and a twist of his hips, and Tom pulled his ears back, running hard on his short legs.

The relationship between the two little guys made her very envious, and she didn't want to go to the library anymore, so she ran after the two little guys.

The two little legs are short, but they run very fast.

Hermione, panting after her, entered the Quidditch pitch.

She saw John, who was frowning at a tightly wrapped gift box.

Hermione didn't suspect him, went over curiously, and asked, "John, what are you doing here?"

John wasn't a Quidditch player, so she was surprised.

The Quidditch pitch was rarely quiet during the Christmas season.

In the empty stadium, John was worrying about his new purchases.

Hearing the sound, he turned his head to look, and an idea came to his mind.

Gao Xing waved and said, "Hermione, you came just in time, try it for me."

Hermione was taken aback, and immediately saw John tear open the packaging of the gift box, and a brand new Firebolt appeared in front of him.

She was stunned, but she was sure she read it right.

The Firebolt, down to the packaging, was exactly the same as the one Harry had received this morning.

The shiny broom handle, with the gold registration number on it, and the streamlined broom tail made of birch twigs, look pleasing to the eye.

This is simply a work of art.

John picked it up with one hand, and the Firebolt trembled slightly in his hand. After it was released, it hung in mid-air. This height was just right for riding on it.

"Firebolt? Where did you get it?" Hermione was startled. She worried that John, like Harry, didn't know who sent the gift.

John was taken aback when he heard the words, and said strangely, "Of course I bought it."

I didn't buy it, is there anyone else to give it to me?

He had a strange expression, and when he looked at the Firebolt, he felt a little pain in his flesh, this thing is too expensive.

It cost a full 5000 Galleons, which can be said to make John... well, still very distressed.

Although the family is big and the business is big, John still has to maintain personal connections every month, and daily communication and gift giving are also essential.

Alchemy is another huge expense, along with buying books and paying salaries.

Apart from these, the money that John can get is only a few thousand Galleons per day.

"My daily income."

He ordered this before Christmas, when he tried to buy a Firebolt for fun, but injured his hand.

It's also good now, it can be used to test the speed of the meteor shoes.

Flying broomsticks are like buying a sports car in the Muggle world. Even if you don't drive it, you will buy it and watch it.

He thinks it has a certain collection value, and he can give it to him when he meets a Quidditch player in the future.

It was a Firebolt, and for Wood, John thought he could ride himself on his head for a month.

After buying it back, John had another problem.

There is a problem with his right hand now, it is still difficult to control the Firebolt, if he falls off, it will not be fun.

He handed the Firebolt to Hermione with pain all over his face, and under Hermione's confused eyes, John said, "Help me fly around to see the speed, my hand is hurt."

Hermione was stunned again, John was so rich that he even bought a Firebolt.

Although she didn't know the price, Hermione knew that this thing would definitely not be cheap, otherwise Harry wouldn't just dare to look at it through the glass.

Such an expensive thing, John, who was born in a Muggle family, could afford it.

She felt that the world was crazy or she was crazy.

Seeing so many changes in her expression, John thought she was afraid to fly.

Thinking about it carefully, the Firebolt claims to be the fastest flying broomstick, but ordinary people really can't control it.

"Looking for Heinrich? I don't seem to have seen him use a broomstick."

John frowned and thought, thinking about it, either go find Harry himself, or go and catch Malfoy back.

"If you fly around, I can do it too." Hermione reacted, looked at John nervously, and asked, "Which hand of yours is injured?"

John held up his right hand, which shook like Parkinson's.

He smiled wryly and said, "Something went wrong when I was studying magic, and it won't get better for a while, but it's not a big problem."

He said it so lightly that Hermione couldn't help but worry.

In the end, John told her that he would be cured within two months at most, and she was relieved.

Riding awkwardly on the Firebolt, Hermione was tense.

It was impossible to say that she wasn't nervous, and her flying lessons were nothing compared to Harry's.

If John hadn't been watching, she would have flinched.

At the same time, a strange thought came to her mind, what would Harry and Ron look like if they knew how to use the Firebolt?

Thinking about it, I will definitely jump up with envy.

Closing her eyes and kicking her feet, Hermione went all out.

The Firebolt rushed out like an arrow leaving the string.

"what--!"

Hermione screamed, so fast that her vision blurred.

A door frame appeared in front of her eyes, and she screamed and pulled it hard, sending the Firebolt flying upwards.

Seeing that she couldn't control it, John jumped up after rushing a certain distance with the wind under his feet.

Wings sprout from the side of the shoe.

Hermione flew ahead, and John chased after.

At the same time, John calculated the speed and accelerated 10 miles in 150 seconds, which is indeed the fastest broom in the world.

The wings on the side of the shoe became bigger and swung quickly. John also accelerated, chasing after the rocket crossbow.

The distance gradually narrowed, and John saw the ball frame appearing in front of Hermione. Without any hesitation, he used the shatter spell to smash the ball frame.

The ball frame shattered into slag a second ago, the slag didn't fall off, and Hermione's face was directly smeared.

Fortunately, there were only debris left, otherwise Hermione would have been cremated if it hit it at this speed.

"accelerate."

Accelerating again, the patterns on John's shoe lights up, and his speed soars, pulling out a trail of airplane clouds behind Hermione.

He reached out and grabbed Hermione's back collar, and shouted, "Let go!"

Hermione clings to the Firebolt like a sloth, and John's hair is black.

I had to use more force, and said loudly, "Hermione, let go!"

Hermione finally heard it. She saw John, and she didn't care why John was by her side.

Trust made her let go without hesitation, and the Firebolt flew out from under her body, and Hermione was held by John's collar like a kitten.

After losing control, the Firebolt flew not far away and began to fall. John raised his right hand.

The magic power passed through his right hand, making his right hand tremble even more, and he groaned.

The object magic is activated.

The falling Firebolt was caught, and finally landed softly on the ground.

John also carried Hermione down. The wings of the meteor shoes seemed to be tired, and they flapped their wings every now and then.

After landing, Hermione's weak feet touched the ground, she didn't fall down, and said guiltily; "I'm sorry, John, I thought..."

"It's fine." John also wiped off his cold sweat, and never dared to let Hermione use the Firebolt again, it was like a vehicle killer.

But at least it was a result of the measurement. In the acceleration mode of the meteor shoes, it can be leveled with the Firebolt.

There is also a super-acceleration mode, which John didn't dare to use, because that mode consumes too much, and can consume one-fifth of the magic crystal at a time.

The magic crystal that John put on the meteor shoes is enough to come five times.

After this incident, Hermione's depressed mood improved a lot.

After realizing it, she yelled, and John picked out his ears, not knowing what she was surprised at first.

"Firebolt!"

Hermione ran towards the place where the Firebolt fell, and Harry and Ron were very angry just by asking Professor McGonagall to take the Firebolt for inspection.

She couldn't imagine how angry she would be if John's Firebolt failed.

Worryingly ran to the Firebolt, the Firebolt that made Harry so obsessed was lying there quietly.

There isn't even a scratch on it, it's almost like new, although it is.

After calming down, Hermione also realized that something was wrong, how did John fly by her side, and the Firebolt, why was there nothing wrong?

She looked at John, who was holding Crookshanks by his hind legs.

Seeing this scene, Hermione pressed various questions.

I thought that John had always been mysterious, and I shouldn't interfere too much.

Thinking that Ron didn't like Crookshanks and she was busy with Buckbeak's case recently, she asked, "John, can you help take care of Crookshanks?"

Taking care of Crookshanks?

Of course you can.

John grabbed Crookshanks and mentioned it as if he had just mentioned Hermione.

He scratched Crookshanks' belly and said with a smile, "Of course."

Hermione was overjoyed when she heard that, thinking that Crookshanks was unwilling to leave the Gryffindor lounge, she said again: "Then I'll write you the Gryffindor password."

John burst into laughter, it was a white cat.

Hermione writes the password to John.

It's called taking care of them, but it's just picking them up every day and sending them back.

Sleeping in the Gryffindor common room.

After returning, Hermione saw that Ron was still angry.

Harry's anger had almost subsided. When he saw Hermione coming back, he followed up and asked, "Hermione, what's wrong with your hair?"

Flying around in Quidditch, Hermione's fluffy hair fell back, looking like an afro.

She reacted and rushed back to the bedroom, looking at herself in the mirror.

She immediately thought of John holding back his smile, clenching his silver teeth like an angry lion.

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