Chapter 610： Turn over and don't recognize the cat

Remember [New] for a second,! On Wednesday morning, Hogwarts professors and students ate breakfast as usual in the Great Hall.

Instead of focusing on the food as usual, Kefei Xu ate his breakfast absent-mindedly while stretching his neck from time to time and looking out.

As the first owl to deliver the letter flew into the auditorium, Fisch simply put down the knife and fork in his hand and looked expectantly at the owls that kept flying in from outside.

The strange state of Mao Mao naturally attracted the attention of others, and everyone subconsciously followed him and looked out.

After a while, four owls flew in with a long package hanging.

"Have I seen this scene not long ago?" Ron was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and asked Harry.

And Angelina Johnson, who has become the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, is excited.

"Fish is planning to join the Quidditch team?!"

Even the professors at the teacher's long table cast their gazes curiously, and Dumbledore whispered in Professor McGonagall's ear: "If Fish also participates in the competition, then this year's Quidditch Cup should be There is no suspense anymore."

Professor McGonagall said strangely: "But... Fish didn't tell me about it? Johnson didn't come to report to me..."

The four owls flew over Fisch's head, and then gently placed the package in front of him...

Hermione couldn't help twitching the corners of her mouth when she saw the "Daily Prophet" in her hand that was almost thrown into the soup by an owl.

"Minerva~"

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Cat Mao didn't even open the package, and jumped to the teacher's desk with the broom in his hand, and handed it over.

"Happy birthday meow!"

"For me?" Professor McGonagall was surprised and delighted.

Of course, she didn't forget that today was her birthday. Instead, she was looking forward to the birthday party that Fei Xu prepared for her tonight, but she did not expect Fei Xu to give her a broom.

Professor McGonagall couldn't restrain the joy in her heart and smiled there, and said in a complaining tone: "Why buy such an expensive thing? I don't ride a broom very much now."

Even though she said so, she was not slow at all, and she quickly opened the package.

"Fire, Firebolt!"

Not far away, Ms. Hooch was the first to exclaim.

The students below all stood up with a bang, craned their necks and looked at the broomstick in Professor McGonagall's hand.

Although it has been two years, the Firebolt is still the most perfect broom for competitions, and it is also a special broom for all kinds of official Quidditch games, and it is the first choice for any Quidditch player!

It represents the highest level of craftsmanship of the flying broom at present. Its handle is made of ash wood, which is streamlined and exquisite. It is treated with a polishing agent as hard as diamond and has a hand-engraved registration number. are all unique.

Every twig at the rear is screened to perfect its streamlined shape, guaranteeing its unparalleled balance and precision.

The handle can be selected from smooth polished ebony, birch or hazel according to personal preference. Fish personally prefers the birch handle with the strongest impulse, but after considering Professor McGonagall's situation, he chose to operate more. Sensitive hazel wood handle.

The iron parts made by the goblins enhance the stability and strength of the Firebolt in bad weather conditions, especially the pedals with anti-slip function, which are especially important for Quidditch players.

At the long table in Gryffindor, Ron was so envious that tears fell. He suddenly felt that the Nimbus 2000 that his brothers bought for him was not so fragrant.

"George, Fred, and Angelina are all graduating next year... My grades in flying class are not bad, so I should be able to be selected." Ginny said quietly, and went back and forth between the twins and Ron. Glancing.

And the three people she was staring at, all pretended not to hear, whistling and carefully studying the decoration above the auditorium.

Professor McGonagall fondled the broom like a work of art in his hand. After a while, he asked in surprise, "Where did you get so much money from?"

Two years later, the Firebolt, whose performance is still the best on the market, is naturally unlikely to drop in price, and it is still so touching.

"It's the prize money from that competition last semester!"

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Mao Mao raised his head proudly and said, "When Fish gave Minerva's birthday for the first time, it was like giving you this broomstick, but it's a pity that the money is not enough, meow, and I need to help George and Fred sell things I've been saving for a long time...fortunately, that competition was held, meow!"

This time, Professor McGonagall was so moved that she excitedly embraced the cat in her arms, held his head, and kissed him fiercely several times on the cheek.

After the kiss, she complained happily again: "This is too wasteful, I don't ride a broom much anymore..."

"Then you can hang it in the room," said Feixu, who still had no idea about money, "anyway, this broom looks pretty."

And Ms. Huo Qi, who was in charge of teaching the students flying lessons, came over at some point, and said with a shy face, "Or you can lend me a ride for a few days."

Professor McGonagall gave her a sideways glance, and then blocked her eyes coveting his broomstick with his body. The meaning of refusal was very obvious.

Dumbledore was poking at the fried eggs on the plate with his fork dejectedly. It was so difficult for him to ask for a birthday present. In order to send the Firebolt to Professor McGonagall, Fish worked for the twins for Wes, and participated in the top three. Tournament to win prizes...

If I had known, I would never have given Fish to Professor McGonagall to raise him!

Under the envious gazes of the professors, after Professor McGonagall happily ended today's breakfast, he returned to his office with the Firebolt in full swing, and, as Fisher suggested, found a conspicuous place to give it to him. hang up...

On the one hand, she doesn't ride a broom very much now, on the other hand, she doesn't want to ride too much. If she accidentally scratches or breaks it, it will be very distressing.

After staring happily at the Firebolt on the wall for a while, Professor McGonagall left the office and ran to teach the students.

And Fish, as usual, basically slept through today's class. After dinner, he still went to Professor McGonagall's office to write homework under her supervision.

"Minerva~ Fish can use a shorthand pen, meow?"

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Cat Mao stared at Professor McGonagall pitifully with her big watery eyes.

He wanted to take advantage of Professor McGonagall's good mood today to get back the right to use his homework artifact...

When Ron received Nimbus 2000, he became very talkative for several days in a row, and he didn't even care when people from Slytherin mocked him.

This is part of the reason why Mao Mao gave Professor McGonagall a birthday present in front of all the teachers and students of the school this morning.

As a result, what Fishh did not expect was that Professor McGonagall turned his face and refused to recognize the cat!

Only to hear her categorical refusal: "No!"

"Minerva, you rascal! Fish is starting to hate you again meow!"

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?Recommended ticket??Monthly ticket?

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I bought some snacks... Then I didn't notice that it has a buy one get one free event, and I sent a big box today...

I'll leave it to the children of relatives until June 1st.