LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 37
"What are you thinking about?" Draco asked when he saw Thorne suddenly fall silent.
"Nothing, some past events."
"You are only eleven years old, what past events do you have?" Draco complained speechlessly.
"How about I find a research institute to lock you up? Then you will know what past events I am talking about?" Thorne threatened Draco in a very tasteless way.
"Uh... I seem to know what past events you are talking about." Draco suddenly trembled.
The two of them played for a while, and Harry in the sky slowly stopped trembling, until he finally completely recovered the right to operate the broom, and then competed with Slytherin for the Golden Snitch.
"What kind of ultimate waste is Flint! Flint's broom has been out of order for so long and he hasn't found the Golden Snitch yet! It has been delayed until now! What kind of fair competition is he playing?" Draco cursed angrily, and this anger reached its peak when Harry successfully caught the Golden Snitch.
"F******" Draco finally broke his defense, stood up and angrily beat the guardrail in front of him.
"Flint, that idiot! The ultimate idiot! How dare he!" This Quidditch Cup ended with Draco cursing.
"That idiot! So stupid that it's hard to understand! It makes me... I..."
Draco kept cursing until Christmas Eve, cursing while packing his luggage to go home.
"Okay, okay, it's just a Quidditch Cup, what's the big deal?" Thorne, who was reading a book leisurely on the bed, complained.
"As for... very much, and you really don't want to go back with me? Are you going back to Black House? Mom said there is only one old elf left there." Draco asked.
"I don't plan to go back to Black House either. Dumbledore asked me to help him do something." Thorne said.
"What is it?"
"He asked me to keep it a secret."
"Okay." Draco stuck out his tongue and said.
"Uh-huh... Let's go, I'll take you to Hogsmeade." Thorne sat up from the bed and said to Draco who had packed his luggage.
"Thank you. Where did Goyle and Crabbe go?" Draco waved his wand and let his luggage float behind him.
"Maybe they've been waiting for you on the train. Let's go." Thorne patted Draco on the shoulder and they walked out of Hogwarts Castle and headed towards Hogsmeade Station.
After sending Draco to the train, Thorne didn't know what was going on. He always felt like he had forgotten something.
"Hey..." Just then a cold voice suddenly came from behind him.
"What's wrong?" Thorne turned his head in surprise and found Hermione holding a large package and looking at him dimly.
"Uh..." Thorne was a little hesitant.
"What's the matter? Finally found out what you forgot?" Hermione said scornfully.
"Uh... why don't you use the levitation spell?" Thorne said.
"... I forgot." Hermione blushed and quickly took out her wand and cast a levitation spell on her suitcase.
"Well... remember to write to me during the holidays, and I will write to you, too, at the same address as last time." Hermione thought for a moment and said again.
"Well... I may not be in Hogwarts during the holidays." Thorne explained.
"Is that so... OK... I hope you are not lying to me." Hermione's face suddenly darkened, and she said coldly.
"Definitely not this time. If I can solve the problem in advance, I will write to you, how about that?" Thorne said.
"I hope so." Hermione felt better and was about to get on the train. After thinking about it, she got off the train and gave Thorne a big hug.
"What should I say in this situation?" Thorne asked.
"Just keep silent." Hermione let go of Thorne and got on the train.
"What did I forget... Oh, I have to go find Dumbledore." Thorne reacted suddenly and walked towards Hogwarts.
When they arrived at the Great Hall, the house elves had already prepared a sumptuous dinner for the young wizards who stayed at school, but not as much as usual. Thorne casually took two breads from the Slytherin table and walked towards the principal's office while eating.
After pushing the door and entering the principal's office, he saw Dumbledore quietly eating a cup of ice cream.
"............ some?" Dumbledore asked.
"... Forget it, didn't you ask me to deliver a letter to your lover, the letter and the means of transportation." Thorne said.
"Oh, take these things." Dumbledore took out a small black satchel and took out a lot of things from it, a letter, two coins, one red and one blue, and a mercury-likeCloak, and a flying broom.
"I won't talk about this letter, give it to Gettler." Dumbledore first took out the letter separately and put it on the table.
"Hmm."
"And these two coins, they are the door keys I made, the red one goes out, the blue one returns, just inject the magic into them." Dumbledore picked up the two coins and shook them in front of Thorne.
"Hmm."
"The invisibility cloak, although not as good as the Deathly Hallows, it will be more convenient for you to ride a flying broom." Dumbledore pointed to the mercury-like cloak and said.
"I understand."
"And this, the flying broom, Arclight Y9000P, most people can't buy it, it is much stronger than the light wheel, and it is much more stable." Finally, Dumbledore emphasized the introduction of the black flying broom.
But...
"Y9000P, this model... is quite familiar." Thorne murmured.
"Don't worry about the model. When are you going?" Dumbledore asked.
"Go to my vault and get some money first... By the way, someone told me before that young wizards can't use magic outside the school during the holidays?" Thorne asked.
"The traces on your wand have been destroyed by your flesh and blood magic for many times. Just use it with confidence." Dumbledore explained.
"That's good." Thorne put the letter and the door key into the bag, straddled himself, and then put on the invisibility cloak. After riding on the broom, he took out the wand and waved it. A large French window in the principal's office opened.
"Aren't you going to use the fireplace this time?" Dumbledore asked.
"Have you seen Muggle movies? There is a category called road movies." Thorne said.
"What do you mean?" Dumbledore asked.
"I mean... sometimes you have to learn to enjoy the process of rushing, especially when you drive yourself." Thorne took a deep breath and rushed out on the broom.