Chapter 359: Winning the Firebolt for the Competition

The auditorium was as lively as usual in the early morning. The sun shone through the high windows onto the golden dinner plates, and the air was filled with the aroma of pumpkin pie and bacon and eggs.

"I told you, last night I dreamed that after I became a Hogwarts Knight, I danced with Fleur..."

"Wake up, Harry, she's not even looking at you."

Harry was stuffing a large piece of toast into his mouth, Draco was cutting a boiled egg gracefully, and Amanda was flipping through her spells notebook while drinking pumpkin juice. Suddenly -

"Hurrah!"

Three rows of owls flew in from the high windows, flew over the long table, and circled above the auditorium, causing a burst of exclamations.

"Look! Those owls—are those packages?"

“What a long box!”

"Is it a broom? It looks like...?"

"Is it the Firebolt?"

As soon as Amanta raised her head, she heard three dull falling sounds of "thump", "thump" and "thump". Three exquisite and luxurious long boxes fell in front of them. The outer shells were even carved with gold and silver patterns and inlaid with small gems. Even the packaging was luxurious.

"This..." Harry opened his mouth wide, "Is this for us?"

Draco stared at the box for a long time, and stammered: "This packaging... It's definitely a broom, I recognize it. Amanta, this can't be..."

"A gift." Amanta put down the pumpkin juice and said calmly, as if she was talking about the weather. "This is for you. I'll also have one for the competition."

"Is this true?!" Harry tore open his box, his eyes suddenly lit up, "Firebolt?! Amanta, are you crazy? This is, this is--"

"Top-grade racing broom," Draco answered. He had already opened his box and was holding the sleek ash broom in his hands. His voice was filled with shock. "Firebolt. It accelerates to a hundred and fifty miles in ten seconds... Even the professional players in the World Cup use it. The Irish team uses it... How did you get it?"

"It cost a lot of money." Amanta slowly tore open her box. The broom was shiny and the silver Firebolt logo was engraved on the top. "I made a lot of money selling potions. I was originally planning to buy a broom. It just so happens that you need it."

"Are you an angel?" Harry was so moved that his eyes turned red. "This, this is too - I don't know what to say!"

Draco held the broom handle, looking as if he had not recovered from the shock, but the corners of his mouth curled up uncontrollably: "...This is much better than the sweeping series my father gave me before."

"What would happen if Uncle Lucius knew you accepted the Firebolt from Amanta?" Harry asked mischievously.

"Shut up, Harry."

The three of them were chatting and laughing while studying the brooms, and the other students in the auditorium were already stunned.

"Did all three of them...really receive Firebolts?"

"That's too much... I can't even afford a 2,000 yuan Nimbus..."

"Who sent it? Amanta? How much money did she make from potions?"

"By the way, I also want to buy her hair potion..."

"Is this for the Goblet of Fire tournament?"

"Stop talking, I'm dying of envy..."

Not far away at the Gryffindor table, Ron looked at it for a long time while biting his fork. He almost smashed the fried egg with the fork. "Firebolts... three... why do they always have such good luck?"

Dean shook his head slightly. "They have to rely on this broom to play the game. It might be quite stressful."

"Why is there no one sponsoring me? I also want to play in the competition with the Firebolt..." Ron hummed softly.

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The Quidditch field was filled with warm breeze in the afternoon, the sky was high and the clouds were light, and the Firebolts reflected cold light in the sunlight, like magical weapons ready to be used on the battlefield.

"Harry, slow down!" As Amanta dragged the broom out of the box, Harry jumped up, mounted his Firebolt, and flew into the air.

"Great!" Harry turned in the air, the wind blowing his scarf fluttering, "Amanta, you are really an angel! I love this broom!"

"I've long said I wanted a Firebolt," Draco slowly stroked the lines on the broom handle, his mouth showing disdain but his movements careful, "but my dad kept saying it's unsafe. This time I finally got it."

Amanta glanced at him calmly: "That's because you fly too fancy."

"Fancy is an art." Draco raised his eyebrows, but still got on the broom obediently.

Three figures spun into the air.

Amanta flew steadily and gracefully, her green cape fluttering in the wind, complementing the streamlined Firebolt beneath her. When she lowered her head and looked down at the entire scene, she couldn't hide the slight excitement in her eyes.

Harry was like a golden snitch that had been released from a box, flying back and forth excitedly, and trying to cast a Disarming Charm on Draco as he flew. Although Draco was still arguing with Harry, he raised his hand and cast a Shield Charm as he flew, accurately defending against Harry's attack, with an unstoppable look of pride on his face.

Outside the stadium, many students gathered in the stands to watch secretly.

"They're training for a match, right? For the Triwizard Tournament?"

"Firebolt... God, that's not a broom that ordinary people can get."

"That's Merlin, right? She flies so steadily... And Malfoy, he seems pretty good too."

"Potter was flying around in the sky - but it looked so fierce."

"Do you think they can win?"

"Well...it depends on the opponent. Both Durmstrang and Beauxbatons are top students, and they are adults...but they do work hard."

"That's right. According to my recent observations, Merlin has been spending a lot of time in the library recently, and Potter and Malfoy haven't been arguing much."

"They don't really quarrel. I think they are very united."

In the distance, hurried footsteps were heard along the grass.

It was Neville and Cedric, who were panting as they approached the edge of the court, carrying two bulging bags of herbs.

"Amanta!" Neville waved his hand, "We found the dragon smoke grass we talked about last time!"

"And these two herbs," Cedric added with a smile, handing over the cloth bag, "may have a sedative or hypnotic effect, give it a try."

Amanta landed and took the package carefully: "You are so timely, thank you."

"We will try our best to make sure you win the game alive," Cedric teased, but his eyes were serious, "Don't underestimate the dragon."

At this moment, there was another commotion near the stands.

Krum and his three Durmstrang teammates were resting not far away, but his eyes did not linger on the training ground. Instead, he caught a familiar figure in the crowd.

Hermione Granger, standing on the sidelines holding a thick book, seemed to be looking for someone.

Krum rarely showed a gentle smile and raised his hand to greet her: "Hermione."

Hermione was obviously startled, her face flushed a little, and she hesitated when she walked over: "Uh, I want to ask you about the dragon language book you borrowed last time... Have you finished using it?"

"I'm still watching," Krum said in a low voice, "but we can watch it together."

Hermione coughed and nodded slightly.

Harry was about to explode in mid-air. He turned his head and shouted to Amanta while flying backwards: "Did you see the look in their eyes just now?!"

Draco rolled his eyes. "Don't gossip, Harry."

"This isn't gossip, this is - observing tactical weaknesses!"

"When did they become friends?" Draco looked over there, a little puzzled.

"That shows how lethal Hermione is," Harry said seriously, "She is one of the smartest and most studious girls in all of Hogwarts."

"Aren't you now the most gossipy student in Hogwarts?"

“I’m an observation player.”

"Harry Gossip Potter." Draco's tone was venomous.

The laughter mixed with the magic light in the sky, and the three people's flying trajectories were like intersecting meteors. The sunlight sprinkled on the three fire crossbows, and also sprinkled on their rare relaxed smiles.

The next game is coming, but between the wind and the sun, they at least have the joy of passion.