A Task Suited to Hermione

Quality Quidditch Supplies had closed down weeks ago, before Hogwarts had even let out for the holidays. It had also been one of the first shops in Diagon Alley to shut its doors.

But Fred and George had somehow found and persuaded the owner, forcing him to reopen the shop so they could buy two Nimbus 2001s.

Silvan hesitated for a moment, but he did not take the opportunity to buy one with them.

It was not that he could not afford one—Ollivander's custom wands were now wildly popular in France, and if he gritted his teeth, Silvan could even afford a Firebolt.

It simply was not necessary.

Though his Comet 260 was not particularly fast, it was not a broom in the traditional sense. If necessary, Silvan could cast the Whirlwind Charm while flying, greatly increasing the broom's speed.

At the same time, he could turn himself into a cat to reduce his weight.

That was enough in terms of speed. Besides, this Comet 260 was a creation he had worked so hard to complete, and it gave him a sense of security that no other broom could offer.

As one of the standard alchemical products, the more advanced a flying broom was, the more magical traces it contained within it, and the harder it was to convert into a wand.

An antique like the Comet 260 was just right.

After returning to the wand shop, Silvan picked up today's Daily Prophet and glanced at it.

The front page carried Dumbledore's obituary.

[In Memory of Albus Dumbledore — Elphias Doge]

I first met Albus Dumbledore on the day I entered Hogwarts. I was eleven that year—

"Everyone is eleven when they enter Hogwarts," Silvan muttered softly. Ignoring the front-page article, he continued reading.

On the lower half of the