Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 107: Special fried peanuts

　　 "I can't believe it," Harry said dumbly.

　　 At Ron's urging, he tore open the long large package, and then a beautiful, gleaming flying broom rolled onto his bed, and he was breathless with surprise.

　　 Ron dropped the socks in his hand and jumped off the bed to take a closer look.

　　 It was the Firebolt, exactly the same as the one Harry had been looking at and dreaming of every day when he was in Diagon Alley.

　　 Harry picked it up, and it gleamed.

　　 He could feel it trembling slightly, so he let go-it was hanging in the air without any support, and the height from the ground was just right for him to ride on.

　　 His eyes have been able to see the completely smooth, streamlined broom tip from the golden serial number on the top of the flying broomstick.

　　 "Who gave it to you?" Ron asked quietly.

　　 "Let's see if there is a card or something..." Harry asked Ron to tear open the wrapping paper of the Firebolt.

　　 "Nothing! Hey, who has spent so much money for you?"

　　 "Well," Harry was also surprised, "I bet it's not Dursley's."

　　 "I bet it's Dumbledore," Ron walked around the majestic Firebolt, looking carefully from start to finish, "Didn't he give you the invisibility cloak anonymously?"

　　 "But that's my dad's," Harry said. "Dumbledore just gave it to me... He won't spend so much money on me, he can't give students so expensive Stuff."

　　 "That's why he didn't say it was from him!" Ron said, "Otherwise, a guy like Malfoy would say he was eccentric. Hey, Harry—"

　　Ron burst into laughter, "Malfoy! He will die when he sees you riding this broomstick! This is a world-class broomstick, really!"

　　 "I can't believe it," Harry muttered, stroking the broom with one hand, "Who is it..."

　　At this time, Ron lay down on Harry's bed, and he couldn't breathe out of laughter at the thought of what Malfoy would look like.

　　 "Oh, yes! There is another package." Harry returned to his senses, bent down and picked up the inconspicuous little package.

　　"Uh...Owl food?" Harry seemed more surprised than when he saw Firebolt, "And it was a gift from Maca, why?"

　　 "Oh, speaking of it, I seem to have a small package there too..."

　　Ron got up from Harry's bed and walked to his bed.

　　 There was a sound of tearing the wrapping paper, followed by Ron's surprised whisper.

　　"Is Maca going to a pet food tasting party this year?" He wondered, "Everyone has a small bottle, Maca seems to be getting stingy..."

　　 "Oh-there is a small card, let me see -" Ron said suddenly, "Well... This is made by Maca himself, it is said that it has very high nutritional value and can make my spots healthier. Some?"

　　 Ron took Scab out from his pocket.

　　 Harry discovered that the formerly fat scaly patches are now thin and skinny. He was surprised and unhappy—the scaly hairs seemed to fall off in pieces.

　　 "It seems that Maca always knows what I need." Ron felt a little moved. "No one noticed that Shaban was in bad condition recently, but he did."

　　 He poured a few red-brown rat food out of the palm-sized bottle that Maca gave him, and put them in front of Scabbers.

　　 Scorching a sniff, looking a little hesitant.

　　"Quickly eat, my friend made it for you. It is nutritious!" Ron moved to his mouth and urged, "It should make you fatter."

　　 The patchy head shrank. It found that Ron would not let it go if he didn't eat it, so he craned its neck and took a few pills.

　　 With the biting sound of a babble, Shaban realizes that he can't stop a little bit—what is this thing made of? too delicious!

　　 That kind of fragrant and crispy, it seems to have a faint smell of barbecue, it's like...

　　 "It's like..." Harry picked up a pill and sniffed it, then threw it in his mouth and chewed it up. "Fried peanuts! My dad ordered delivery in a Chinese restaurant, and it’s the fragrance !"

　　 "Hey! Don't eat with Scabbers!" Ron was a little bit dumbfounded.

　　"...But, I said, this is too delicious...why?" Harry stared, "I think I still want to eat, give me some more soon!"

　　 "Didn't you have them too! Snatch it with your Hedwig--" Ron said grumpily.

　　 "What are you two talking about?"

　　 Hermione walked in through the door. She was still wearing her pajamas and carrying Crookshanks. Crookshanks looked bad-tempered, and a wire was tied around his neck.

　　 "Don't bring it here!" Ron said, and hurriedly tucked Scapple back into his pocket. But Hermione didn't listen to him. She put Crookshanks on Seamus's empty bed and looked at the firebolt with her mouth wide open.

　　 "Oh, Harry! Who gave this to you?"

　　 "I don't know," Harry said, "This gift does not have a card or anything."

　　 To Harry's great surprise, she was neither excited nor curious when she heard these words. Instead, her face was stretched and she was biting her lip.

　　 "What's wrong with you?" Ron asked.

　　 "I don't know," Hermione said slowly, "but this is a bit weird, isn't it? I mean, it should be a pretty good broom, isn't it?"

　　 "This is the best broomstick, Hermione." Ron said.

　　"Then it must be expensive..."

　　 "Probably more expensive than all the flying broomsticks of the Slytherin team combined!" Ron said happily.

　　 "Well...who would give Harry such a valuable item without telling him who it was?" Hermione asked.

　　 "Who cares about this?" Ron said impatiently, "Listen, Harry, can I ride for a while? Can I?"

　　 "I don't think anyone can ride it right now!" Hermione shrieked.

　　 Harry and Ron looked at her in surprise.

　　 "What do you think Harry is going to do with it—sweeping the floor?" Ron said.

　　 But before Hermione could answer, Crookshanks jumped off Seamer's bed and went straight to Ron's chest.

　　 "Put—it—from—here—out—out!" Ron immediately hid his pocket and shouted.

　　 But before he could cover it, Crookshanks' paws had already ripped Ron's dressing gown, and Scorched managed to escape from Ron's shoulder.

　　Ron grabbed the splattered tail and kicked Crookshanks, but didn't hit it. He kicked the box at the foot of Harry's bed and knocked the box over.

　　 Ron himself jumped on one leg in place, crying out in pain.

　　 Crookshanks' hair suddenly stood up, and the room was full of sharp, faint calls.

　　 "You might as well take this cat away, Hermione." Ron said furiously, sitting on Harry's bed rubbing his toes.

　　 Hermione pursed her mouth, then picked up Crookshanks and walked out of the room slowly, Crookshanks' yellow eyes still staring at Ron viciously.

　　 At this moment, Scabbers curled up in Ron's palm.

　　 "It doesn't look great, does it?" Harry hesitated.

　　 "It's just over-tension!" Ron said, "If that stupid big ball doesn't mess with it, it will be fine!"

　　 But Harry remembered that the woman in Wonderful Zoo had said that the mouse can only live for three years... He couldn't help but think that Shaban might be approaching the end of its life.

　　 Even though Ron has been complaining that Scapple is annoying and useless, Harry is certain that if Scapple dies, Ron will be very sad.

　　 "Maca said that the rat food can make Scabs healthier, he must know it." Harry couldn't help thinking.

　　 That morning, in the Gryffindor common room, the Christmas atmosphere must have been mild.

　　Hermione locked Crookshanks in the dormitory, but was extremely angry that Ron wanted to kick it; Ron was furious that Crookshanks wanted to eat Scattered.

　　 Harry gave up his efforts to reconcile the two of them, and went to see his Firebolt—he had already brought the Firebolt to the common room.

　　 For some reason, this also made Hermione unhappy.

　　 She didn't say anything, but she kept looking at the firebolt gloomily as if it had offended her cat too.

　　 And just when Ron and Hermione were sulking each, Maca was flying in the sky happily...

　　 "咻!"

　　Maca passed by ~IndoMTL.com~ at low altitude, and quickly rushed in front of the three Ernies, causing them to scream.

　　 "Oh-great!" Ernie shouted, "Come on, do it again!"

　　Beside him, the two little girls were red with clapping and clapping, and they looked very excited.

　　 But after making a circle in mid-air, Maca descended and stopped in front of them.

　　 "It doesn't make sense for me to fly alone, don't you come together?" Maca said.

　　 "But we can't fly well!" Ernie said, "It's better to watch you fly more vigorously."

　　"Then take a rest!" said Maca, and fell to the ground. "It's time for lunch in a while, isn't it? You haven't introduced me to this new friend yet!"

　　 "Ha! This is Layla Shafik, my good friend of Hannah. We have known each other since we were young." Ernie shrugged.

　　 "Uh huh," Layla said with a grin, "Ernie told me about you-many times!"

　　 "I've said it so many times, but don't you still remember the name wrong?" Ernie couldn't help but say.

　　 "Oh-I am not very good at remembering names -"

　　"Leave her alone, Maca," Ernie smiled, "She is always so reckless, don't care..."

　　 "It's okay, just be careful, don't bump yourself." Maca also hooked his mouth, pretending to be smiling.

　　 "Hey, don't laugh, you are very awkward when you smile!" Layla said suddenly, "It looks a little bit gloomy."

　　 "Uh, isn't it?" Maca touched her face.

　　 It seems that I have to hurry up. The current state is really not conducive to the progress of the plan.