"Ouch!" Hermione fell firmly to the ground.

"I didn't expect it to recognize its owner." She smiled self-deprecatingly, "I have never had the talent to fly."

"I'll teach you slowly when I get back to school." Tom took the Firebolt back. At this time, he also noticed that He Ma in the kitchen seemed to be interested in flying broomsticks.

So he stretched his neck and shouted: "Auntie, my friend gave me a broomstick, do you want to come and play?"

Before He Ma could answer, there was an excited shout from upstairs: "Okay!"

Mr. Granger rushed to the first floor with a vigor that didn't match his age, staring at the broomstick in Tom's hand.

"Is this really a broomstick? I mean, can it take people into the sky like in the novel?" Mr. Granger looked like a happy child.

"Of course! Do you want to try?" Tom handed the Firebolt over.

Mr. Granger took over the broomstick as if he had found a treasure, and gently stroked the slender handle of the Firebolt. With that technique, it was as if what he was stroking was not the broom, but his wife's tender skin.

Apparently, Mr. Granger can't resist the allure of the broomstick - it's a tool that can conquer the skies like a bird!

"The name of this broom is the Firebolt..." Tom was giving Mr. Granger a popular science on the various performance parameters of the Firebolt. The chat between the two sides became more and more speculative, and soon progressed to the test drive session.

Mr. Granger rode on the broom cautiously. He thought that he would fly off in a second, or hit the table with a bang, but in the end nothing happened. Caught between its legs, it was as motionless as an ordinary broom.

Mr. Granger: ?

"Do I need some formula? Should I say 'drive', or open the door with sesame?"

Hermione on the other side couldn't stand it anymore, and interrupted to pour cold water on the two of them: "All modern broomsticks can block the use of Muggles... non-magical people.

Because the wizards choose the broom as a flying tool in order to take advantage of the concealment of the broom. The most commonly used flying tools must be unobtrusive and easy to hide. A broom that is easy to carry, cheap and can be kept at home is the ideal choice.

But what's the point if any Muggle can fly around on a broomstick? So in the hands of non-magical people, the broom is just an ordinary broom. "

Hermione's long speech made Mr. Granger fall silent. He really felt the gap between the magic world and the non-magic world.

The last time I felt this way was when my daughter entered platform 9? Hermione managed to get into the wall, but he was kept out by the cold brick wall. He could not enter until someone helped him, and watched his daughter go away.

Mr. Granger's mood became depressed. He returned the broom to Tom and forced a smile: "It seems that Hermione's 'chocobo' gene is inherited from me!"

After the broom returned to Tom's hands, it showed its magical side again: even if Tom let go of it, it didn't fall to the ground, but quietly suspended in mid-air, waiting for the owner to ride.

"Okay, you two hurry up and do your homework, and we won't bother you - did you leave the broom upstairs?"

The Grangers left the kitchen, only Tom Hermione and their cat Crookshanks were left in the huge kitchen.

The little guy just came back after being woken from his sleep by an owl and jumped off the table. It snorted and panted heavily, and lay down on the table, forming a big yellow ball.

"Wait, there are other things in the package." When Tom was packing the broom wrapping paper, Hermione had sharp eyes and found that there was actually a small bag next to the broom wrapping.

Hermione removed the bag, turned it to the front and glanced at the label on it, showing a surprised expression: "Cat food?"

The bag was only the size of a palm, wrapped in kraft paper, and it was the same color as the packaging of the Firebolt. On the front of the bag, there is a picture of cats eating happily, and there is a sentence attached: "There is a kind of hunger, it is grandma who thinks you are hungry, Pat cat food, give your cat the feeling of returning to grandma's house"

This line of words is really shining.

Tom, Hermione: …

This is a bag of magic cat food, because the cat on the package is eating, because the slogan is blinking and changing colors.

There is also a small card attached to the bag.

[Gift to the cutest kitten in the world. By: Padfoot】

"This is a gift from Sirius to Crookshanks." Tom picked up the bag and weighed it, probably less than a catty.

Crookshanks, who was sleeping in a ball, raised his head suddenly.

The cat seems to have heard something extraordinary? Crookshanks flicked his tail, his eyes fixed on the bag in the hands of the black fur breeder.

"Meow (submit it quickly, I can't wait)!"

The black-haired breeder obediently opened the bag, and a tempting fragrance wafted from inside.

vomit! Tom tried to smell it, and a strong fishy smell hit his face. The bag was full of ball-shaped things, which looked terrible.

At this moment, Tom felt his sleeve being pulled twice by something. He lowered his head and saw Crookshanks staring at him with big watery eyes.

"You want to eat this?"

"Meow meow!" Maomao nodded.

"No problem." Tom poured out a few balls, Crookshanks swiftly pounced on them, swallowed them, and then looked at him eagerly.

Tom wanted to pour again, but Hermione stopped him. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

"No matter how delicious the food is, you must be in moderation," Hermione said, looking at Crookshanks' increasingly rounded body, "I don't want my Crookshanks to look like the big orange next door."

"Indeed." Tom agreed with Hermione and sealed the opening of the cat food bag. Crookshanks looked anxious, kept rubbing his head against Tom's hand, and kept meowing, hoping that the **** shovel officer could give him some more cat food. However, Hermione was staring at him from the sidelines. Between Hermione and Crookshanks, Tom decisively chose Hermione, and ruthlessly put away the cat food bag.

No way, who made you just a cat?

Crookshanks meowed angrily, jumped off the table, and walked away on catwalks.

One day, black and brown must look good! Crookshanks thought angrily.

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Today is the story of Josephine Flint, the Thirteenth Minister for Magic. The minister was a member of the Flint family, one of the twenty-eight pure-blood families. Marcus, the captain of the Slytherin team, belongs to the Flint family.