Chapter 153 The Gap between the Magical World and the Non-Magic World
"Ouch!" Hermione fell to the ground solidly.
"I didn't expect it to recognize its owner." She laughed at herself, "I have never had the talent to fly."
"I'll teach you slowly when we get back to school." Tom took the Firebolt back. At this time, he also noticed that He's mother in the kitchen seemed to be interested in flying broomsticks.
So he stretched his neck and shouted: "Auntie, my friend gave me a flying broomstick, do you want to come and play with it?"
Before He's mother had time to answer, an excited shout came from upstairs: "Okay!"
Mr. Granger rushed to the first floor with a vigor that was befitting his age, staring intensely at the broomstick in Tom's hand.
"Is this really a flying broomstick? I mean, can it take people to fly into the sky like in the novel?" Mr. Granger looked like a happy child.
"Of course! Do you want to try it?" Tom handed over the Firebolt.
As if he had found a treasure, Mr. Granger took the broomstick and gently stroked the slender handle of the Firebolt. It was as if he was not touching the broom but the tender skin of his wife.
Apparently, Mr. Granger can't resist the charm of a broomstick - a tool that allows people to conquer the sky like a bird!
"The name of this broom is Firebolt..." Tom explained to Mr. Granger the various performance parameters of the Firebolt. The two sides chatted more and more speculatively, and soon progressed to the test drive stage.
Mr. Granger carefully mounted the broom. He thought that the next second he would fly out or hit the table with a bang, but in the end nothing happened. It was sandwiched between his legs.
It's as motionless as an ordinary broom.
Mr. Granger:?
"Do I need any formula? Should I shout 'drive' or open sesame or something like that?"
Hermione on the other side couldn't stand it any longer and interrupted to pour cold water on the two of them: "All modern broomsticks can block the use of Muggles...non-magical people.
Because wizards choose brooms as flying tools in order to take advantage of the concealment of brooms. The most commonly used flying tools must be inconspicuous and easy to hide. Broomsticks that are easy to carry, cheap and can exist openly at home are the ideal choice.
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But if any Muggle can fly around on a broom, what's the point? So in the hands of non-magical people, a broomstick is just an ordinary broom."
Hermione's tirade made Mr. Granger fall into silence. He truly felt the gap between the magical world and the non-magical world.
The last time he felt this way was when his daughter entered platform 9?. Hermione successfully entered the wall, but he was isolated 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 hand, it showed its magical side again: even if Tom let go of his hand, it did not fall to the ground, but quietly suspended in mid-air, waiting for its owner to ride.
"Okay, you two hurry up and do your homework, and we won't disturb you anymore - have you put the broom upstairs for you?"
The Grangers left the kitchen, the huge kitchen, leaving only Tom, Hermione and their cat Crookshanks.
This little guy was woken up from his sleep by the owl just now, jumped off the table, and came back now. He was snoring and panting, and lay down on the table, forming a big yellow ball.
"Wait a minute, there are other things in the package." When Tom was packing up the broom's wrapping paper, Hermione's sharp eyes discovered that there was actually a small bag next to the broom's packaging.
Hermione took off the bag, turned it to the front and took a look at the label on it, with a surprised look on her face: "Cat food?"
The bag is only the size of a palm, wrapped in kraft paper, and is the same color as the packaging of the Firebolt. On the front of the bag is a picture of a cat feasting, and it also comes with a sentence: "There is a kind of hunger, which is when grandma thinks you are hungry. Pa
Special cat food, giving your cat the feeling of going back to grandma’s house”
This line of writing really shines.
Tom,Hermione:…
This is a bag of magic cat food, because the cat on the bag is eating, and because the line of advertising slogan is flashing 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, it was probably less than a pound.
Crookshanks, who was sleeping in a ball, suddenly raised his head.
The cat seemed to have heard something terrible? Crookshanks' tail swayed and his eyes were fixed on the bag in the hands of the black-haired breeder.
"Meow (Hurry up and present it, I can't wait)!"
The black-haired breeder opened the bag obediently, and an alluring aroma wafted from inside.
Ugh! 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 time, Tom felt his sleeves 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 meow!" Maomao nodded.
"No problem." Tom poured out a few balls, and Crookshanks quickly pounced on them, swallowed them into his mouth, and then looked at him eagerly.
Tom wanted to fall again, but Hermione stopped him.
"No matter how delicious the food is, it must be done 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's point of view and sealed the opening of the cat food bag. Crookshanks looked anxious and kept rubbing his head on Tom's hand, meowing in the hope of shoveling
The cat owner can give it some more cat food. However, Hermione is watching eagerly from the side. Between Hermione and Crookshanks, Tom decisively chooses Hermione and puts away the bag of cat food ruthlessly.
No way, who told you to be just a cat?
Crookshanks meowed angrily, jumped off the table, and walked away with cat steps.
One day, we must make black and brown hair look good! Crookshanks thought angrily.
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Today we are going to introduce the story of Josephina Flint, the thirteenth Minister of Magic. This minister is a member of the Flint family, one of the twenty-eight pure-blood families. She is the captain of the Slytherin team.