Firebolt

As long as Professor McGonagall wrote a letter to Quidditch Quality Supplies explaining the reason, I thought they would not deliberately conceal anything.

If the Firebolt really was a christmas gift from Sirius Black to Potter, he certainly could not have swaggered into Quidditch Quality Supplies. He could only have ordered it from the boutique 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 Quidditch Quality Supplies, there would basically be no other problems with it.

Recalling Albert's suggestion, Hermione could not help quickening her pace as she headed for Professor McGonagall's office on the second floor of the castle.

"Is something the matter, Miss Granger?"

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

"It's like this..."

Hermione quickly relayed Albert's suggestion to Professor McGonagall.

"What you said makes sense. I'll find time to visit Quidditch Quality Supplies another day. If things are as you say, it will save us a great deal of trouble." Professor McGonagall approved of Hermione's proposal. For such an expensive item as a Firebolt, Quidditch Quality Supplies would certainly have relevant records.

Not long ago, Wood had come by as well.

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

With Professor McGonagall acknowledging her idea, 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 through the corridor, she recalled Albert's earlier comfort and could not help letting out a soft sigh.

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