Chapter 104 A World Where only Eagle Sauce Is Injured Appears

After Halloween, the heat of Rolf killing Peter did not disappear, but it became more and more intense as time went by.

The main reason came from the hype of the Ministry of Magic.

When Fudge was interviewed, two out of three sentences were about Rolf, half of which mentioned Dumbledore, and the remaining half praised his own wise leadership.

If I didn't know, I would have thought that Rolf and Fudge had worked together to catch Peter, and he knew how to take advantage of the opportunity.

The Daily Prophet also reported on Rolf all day long. After all, he was a favorite of traffic, and readers liked to read news about him.

If Dumbledore hadn't stopped them, the group of Western reporters who ran fast would have rushed into Hogwarts to interview him.

The students were also eagerly discussing how Rolf killed Peter, and everyone seemed to know some exciting secrets.

But in fact, Rolf kept his mouth shut and never leaked anything.

It's not that he was hiding it and deliberately whetting everyone's appetite, but this matter was strange, especially the mysterious patron saint... It's really hard to reveal the details to the public.

The most excited one was Professor Trelawney. In the first class after Halloween, she couldn't wait to announce to the students that the "dead lion" she predicted... was Peter Pettigrew!

When Justin questioned that she was talking about Professor McGonagall, Professor Trelawney claimed that she was just reminding Minerva to be careful of Peter.

Although Professor Trelawney was suspected of quibbling, the dead lion she predicted did appear.

Regardless of whether it was a coincidence or not, she got a group of loyal believers anyway, and purified and crystallized them.

Hannah and Susan were typical crystals. They often went to Professor Trelawney's small building to cook in their spare time.

When they came back, they would have a kind of inexplicable sense of superiority on their faces, as if they had known something that others didn't know.

Rolf was deceived into a pyramid scheme in his previous life. Every time he finished brainwashing, he thought he had mastered the code of wealth, and he looked at others with the same expression.

As mid-November approached, the weather became colder, and Hogwarts was gray every day. Ice floes appeared on the Black Lake, and frosted leaves were whispering in the ears of students.

Peter's fever finally dropped slowly like the temperature, and the little wizards all set their sights on the upcoming Quidditch game.

As the first team to prepare for this season, the Gryffindor Quidditch team is the favorite to win the championship this year, aiming at the Quidditch Cup.

This year is really aiming, not a fantasy moment like in previous years.

The reason is simple. Sirius has just upgraded their entire team to the latest version of the Nimbus 2010.

In comparison, except for Rolf, the best broom of the Hufflepuff team is Cedric's Nimbus 1700, and some people are even using old antiques like the Comet 260...

Even if the Nimbus company squeezes toothpaste every year, it has squeezed out several generations of absolute generation gap!

Sirius was so rich that he even replaced the turf of the Quidditch field with the special turf for the World Cup. It was said that if you fell on it, there would be magic cushioning to reduce injuries.

Professor McGonagall felt the charm of krypton gold for the first time. It seems that having a rich and generous outstanding housemate is not a bad thing.

Since even the broom and the turf have been replaced, there is no reason not to win the championship now, right?

Professor McGonagall talked with Wood in the office for half an hour and gave him a death order, asking him to lead the team to win the championship this year.

Wood got excited and swore on the spot that if he didn't win the championship this school year, all Gryffindor Quidditch players would be single for life.

This oath was not to be said to be vicious. Anyway, when Wood and Harry mentioned this matter, he almost had three legs broken, sending him to physical singleness in advance.

Gryffindor's replacement of Nimbus 2010 is indeed a big deal, but it is not the most surprising thing.

Two days before the Quidditch match, students were having lunch in the hall when they saw hundreds of long-eared owls flying into the hall.

All the students looked up and saw the owls flying in two lines, carrying two long and thin packages, heading for the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables respectively.

Rolf was drinking cream of chestnut soup when the owls circled down and dropped the packages in front of him, knocking the hot crispy bread and eel pie to the floor.

Rolf frowned, picked up the package, gently tore open the wrapping paper, revealing a beautiful, glittering flying broom.

Macmillan was eating bacon and almost popped his eyes out when he saw the broom.

"Running Gorgon! Is that a Firebolt?! I must be dreaming!"

"It must be a Firebolt... I've seen it in the window of Diagon Alley." Justin swallowed his saliva and said, "Such a beautiful broom, with graceful lines... I can't remember it wrong!"

It was indeed a Firebolt, the handle was made of ash wood, the whole was streamlined, and it was extremely exquisite. At one end of the broom, there was a hand-carved golden registration number... 7!

In other words, it was the seventh Firebolt produced in the world.

"Rolf, did you buy this?" Justin's voice was trembling.

Last time in Diagon Alley, he asked the clerk about the price of the Firebolt... That was a number of Galleons he would never dare to think of in his life.

Justin always thought that Rolf's family was poor and just an ordinary family, otherwise how could they open a Celia Magical Animal Shop in Hogwarts to make a little money?

Now it seems... It's really hidden.

"I didn't buy it." Rolf shook his head and said, "This is a gift from Sirius."

"Professor Black..." Justin looked up at the position of the faculty with envy. He was really a wealthy person.

"Can I touch it?" McMillan asked expectantly.

"Of course." Luo Fu nodded.

McMillan wiped his palms, but felt there were still oil stains on them, so he hurried to the bathroom to wash his hands.

When he came back, he found that the entire Hufflepuff table students had gathered around him, surrounding Rove.

Everyone stood beside him, admiring the Firebolt up close. Just sitting there, it exuded a strong smell of galleons.

Not only Rolf, but Harry, Sirius's godson, also received a Firebolt.

Malfoy was sitting at the Slytherin table. When he saw this scene, he almost went crazy with jealousy.

Although his family could afford a Firebolt, his father was obviously not willing to spend so much money to buy a useless "toy" for his son.

After all, a Firebolt is more expensive than all the Nimbus 2001s in the Slytherin team put together.

Draco, who had always prided himself on being rich, was suppressed financially for the first time.

The most confused ones were the Ravenclaw eaglets.

Gryffindor has Nimbus 2010; Slytherin has Nimbus 2001; even Hufflepuff has a Firebolt.

They are all taking the krypton gold route, but Ravenclaw has nothing but a pile of rags!

Only the injured world of Eagle Sauce appears.

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