Firebolt

As long as Professor McGonagall wrote to Quality Quidditch Supplies and explained the reason, I didn't think the shop would deliberately conceal anything.

If the Firebolt really had been Sirius Black's Christmas present to Potter, he certainly couldn't have strolled into Quality Quidditch Supplies to buy it. He could only have ordered it from the shop by post.

Under normal circumstances, as long as the Firebolt had not passed through anyone else's hands and had been sent directly to Potter by Quality Quidditch Supplies, there should basically have been no other problems with it.

Remembering Albert's suggestion, Hermione quickened her pace toward Professor McGonagall's office on the second floor of the castle.

"Is something the matter, Miss Granger?"

Professor McGonagall opened the door and looked rather surprised to see Hermione standing outside.

"It's like this..."

Hermione quickly told Professor McGonagall about Albert's suggestion.

"You make a very good point. I'll find time to visit Quality Quidditch Supplies in a few days. If things are as you say, it will save us a great deal of trouble." Professor McGonagall approved of Hermione's proposal. For the purchase of something as expensive as a Firebolt, Quality Quidditch Supplies would certainly have records.

Not long ago, Wood had come by as well.

Professor McGonagall could actually understand everyone's longing for that Firebolt, their hope that it would bring victory to the Gryffindor team, but she could not gamble with Potter's life.

Once Professor McGonagall acknowledged her opinion, Hermione felt her heartbeat quicken, and her mood brightened as well.

After bidding Professor McGonagall farewell, Hermione turned and left.

The castle corridors were long and cold.

As Hermione strolled down the corridor, she recalled Albert's earlier reassurance and could not help sighing softly.

She knew Harry and Ron's personalities very well and had never expected them