With some effort, Tom squeezed his way through the crowd and came to Hermione's table. At this time, she was putting the piles of textbooks, arithmetic and divination charts, rune dictionaries and other things piled up on the table into her school bag.

"I've finished my final inspection." Hermione put away a dense notebook. "That quill is very easy to use. It saves a lot of effort just because it doesn't need to be dipped in ink."

"Thank you, there's no need to do this." Tom helped Hermione clean up the table. He felt a little guilty, because Hermione also got rid of his share.

"Keep improving." Hermione didn't seem to care at all.

"I lent Cho Chang my broom so I could not go to team games."

"Oh?" Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"In this way, in the second half of the semester, I can concentrate on my studies and homework." Tom said with confidence.

"I believe it." Hermione's expression said it all. She stuffed everything into her schoolbag and left with the schoolbag in her arms.

When Tom came to the auditorium the next day, he noticed that the atmosphere seemed a little strange: the students from the other three colleges seemed to be staring at him, and it was not until Harry came in that he attracted some attention.

When Tom finished his meal and was about to leave the auditorium, Marcus Flint, the captain of the Slytherin team, blocked him with folded arms, and several other Slytherin team members followed him, Surrounded Tom.

"Yordell, I heard you have a Firebolt?" Marcus said carelessly, "The Firebolt is such that the broom should belong to the sky and the field, and should not be stuffed in a corner to collect dust. My Meaning, since you're not going to ride it, you might as well lend us the broomstick, Slytherin."

For a moment Tom thought there was something wrong with Marcus's head. Can this kind of thing be said in public? And why should I lend you the broom? Is it because you look like a troll?

"Of course, I won't borrow your broom for nothing." Marcus was not too stupid, knowing that such a thing still requires a sufficient price and sincerity, "We are willing to exchange Nimbus 2001, and you also How do you feel about getting a handsome reward—fifty Galleons for one semester?"

In Marcus's view, he has shown great sincerity: Nimbus 2001 is a broom only inferior to the Firebolt, and fifty Galleons is a huge sum of money. There is no need to worry about the cost of books for a few years-unless there is another Lockhart-style professor.

In order to show his sincerity, he also took out a leather bag from his arms, which was filled with tinkling golden Galleons.

"Sorry, I've already decided to lend the broom to our academy's Seeker. I'm not short of money." Tom shook his head.

Marcus' face suddenly became ugly, "I think you should think about it—"

He hadn't finished his harsh words when Tom slammed Montague out of the way next to him. Montague was caught off guard and staggered by Tom, which also caused a gap in the siege net against Tom. Tom squeezed straight through the opening, drawing his wand at the same time.

"My broom, I have the right to decide who to give it to." Tom said lightly, and at the same time put his wand on the throat of Marcus who wanted to come over.

"Didn't your parents teach you to keep social distance?" Several blue sparks popped out from the tip of Tom's stick, igniting the beard stubble on Marcus' chin, and there was a burnt smell Son.

"You!" Marcus swallowed, and wanted to say something more, but was interrupted again.

"Marcus, you don't hurry up to train, what are you doing here?" Wood's voice came from behind Marcus. He brought Fred and George closer.

Seeing someone approaching, Tom also hung down his wand, but he didn't put away the wand, but maintained a state where he could raise his hand to cast a spell at any time.

The three people approaching did not see Tom's small movements because of Marcus' cover. Fred said loudly to George: "No way? Don't the Slytherin team have Firebolts yet? Don't the Slytherins claim to be rich? Why don't they even have a Firebolt?"

Although he was talking to George, as long as he was not stupid, he would understand who he was talking about.

Marcus' breathing became short of breath, and Fred's words seemed to poke his sore foot, and a surge of hot blood rushed into his brain.

At this time Wood was also answering: "I don't want to hide anything, our team's Harry got a Firebolt, and it is said that Ravenclaw also got a... If I were you, I would increase the amount of training , so as not to cry out on the pitch—especially your Seeker, he really needs more practice."

Marcus found it difficult to control his emotions. Even if they are in trouble now, there is a high probability that they will receive a curse with their face, but Marcus doesn't care about this. He would rather take a spell and teach this group of people a lesson. Just when he was about to lose control, he saw Richie of the Ravenclaw team approaching with several players.

This is undoubtedly a great cooling agent, and he calmed down immediately.

"Hmph. We don't bother you to worry about our team's training." He walked away quickly, bypassing Tom.

"We need to get closer to our players." Wood said to Rich with a smile. When Wood walked in, he stretched out his fist and bumped Wood.

"What did Marcus ask you for?" Richie looked at Tom with concern.

Tom shrugged and told Rich what Marcus was planning.

"Despicable!" Rich cursed angrily after hearing this, "But don't worry, our college is not vegetarian!" After cursing, he still didn't forget to appease Tom.

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"Malfoy~lightnovelpub.net~ Can't you really get a Firebolt?" After walking away, Marcus asked Malfoy who followed him. He'd spoken to Malfoy this morning and knew that Malfoy's father wasn't interested in buying a broom. That's why he came up with Tom's idea. After hitting a wall with Tom just now, Marcus felt that Draco had great potential here: Malfoy's family is so rich, it shouldn't be difficult to buy a Firebolt with a little more money, right?

Malfoy took a deep breath, "I just talked to my dad before and got seven Nimbus 2001s."

What he meant was that he had already asked for it once, and there was almost no possibility of success if he asked for the Firebolt again. His father loved him, but not endlessly.

It did, however, upset Malfoy to think that Potter had a better broom than himself.

"I'll send Dad a letter, but don't expect too much," Malfoy said coldly.

"Great, I'm waiting for your good news."

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