But the next second, Kyle suddenly saw Professor McGonagall just walking out of the Gryffindor common room.

There is nothing strange about this. Professor McGonagall is the head of Gryffindor, so of course she would be here.

But Kyle noticed that she was holding a beautiful broom.

The streamlined ash wood handle and the slightly raised birch branch at the end all indicate its identity...

The fastest broom in the world, the Firebolt.

Professor McGonagall looked beaming, with an undisguised smile on her face.

"Good afternoon, Professor McGonagall." Kyle said, and Kanna beside him also greeted.

"Good afternoon..." Professor McGonagall nodded and asked with a smile, "Have you seen Potter? I have good news to tell him."

"No." Kyle said, "We were just practicing the Patronus Charm in the empty classroom and didn't notice what was happening outside."

"Oh, so how's the progress?" Professor McGonagall looked at Connor.

She had heard from some Hufflepuff students that the jellyfish Patronus at the last Quidditch game was summoned by Kyle, so she naturally didn't bother asking him.

"Almost there." Kanna said, and took out her wand.

"Expect God to Guard!"

A fist-sized ball of silver light flew out of the wand and began to dance around Connor.

"Oh, you have too high expectations of yourself." Professor McGonagall said in surprise, "For a fourteen-year-old student, being able to summon a rudimentary Patronus is a remarkable achievement.

Also, you can’t just look at Kyle and think he’s not doing well, that’s not accurate.”

Professor McGonagall seemed to be in a really good mood. Not only did she fully affirm Connor, she even made a little joke to comfort her.

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself. The Patronus Charm won't appear in the exam, and you won't need it for the time being..."

Professor McGonagall said, "Professor Dumbledore has already resolved everything. Unless they find Sirius Black, the Dementors will never take the initiative to step into the castle again."

Kanna nodded.

After Professor McGonagall left, she turned to Kyle and whispered, "It looks like we're going to have a tough battle next week."

"Yeah." Kyle scratched his hair.

Professor McGonagall showed up in the Gryffindor common room with a Firebolt, looking for Harry, apparently to return the broom to him.

After all, given Professor McGonagall's obsession with the Quidditch Cup, she wouldn't be so happy if there really was something wrong with the broom.

The two quickly returned to the common room and told the others about it.

The originally noisy crowd suddenly became quiet, just like Snape's Potions classroom.

Especially Cedric and the team members...

Although they had guessed this result a long time ago, they were still a little at a loss when the news was confirmed.

So Cedric dragged Kyle to the court for extra practice.

The other members also returned to the dormitory and picked up their own flying brooms.

It was too cold outside, and the biting cold wind seemed to penetrate into every corner of the body. In such weather, even the training maniac Wood didn't want to stay outside.

But Hufflepuff has the warm-up badges provided by Kyle, so there is no need to worry about this problem at all.

From the afternoon until almost evening, the Gryffindor team also arrived.

Now that many people knew about the Firebolt, Wood had no plans to hide it any longer.

They did not fight for the right to use the stadium, but simply occupied a spot at the very edge and used stones instead of the Golden Snitch for training.

Harry riding on the Firebolt looked like a gust of wind. No matter how tricky the angle of the stone thrown by Wood was, it would be caught by Harry in the next second.

Even when several players threw from different directions, no stone could reach the ground.

Gradually, the Hufflepuff team members lost interest in training and always glanced to the side subconsciously.

In the end, Cedric simply ended the training early.

Kyle carried his broom and walked out of the dark court side by side with Cedric.

The atmosphere was a bit depressing.

They had only heard about the speed of the Firebolt before, but after seeing it with their own eyes this time, they felt that their hope of winning was even slimmer.

"It's okay..." Cedric tried to liven up the atmosphere, "Stones are different from the Golden Snitch. To be honest, even without the Firebolt, I can still accomplish what Potter did just now... If you don't believe me, we can find a place to try.

If I miss one, I'll treat you all to some Honeydukes candy, take your pick."

"Of course we believe you, Captain." Mikel suddenly laughed twice, "We just... were hungry, so we didn't want to talk."

"Yes, that's it..."

"Yeah, my stomach has been growling since a while ago..."

"I heard there's pudding today. I really want to have dinner soon..."

The previous gloomy atmosphere seemed to disappear all of a sudden, and everyone walked into the castle talking and laughing.

The hall was as lively as ever, and by the time they had landed their brooms, the Gryffindors had already arrived.

The Firebolt was placed in the middle of the dining table with the brand facing up, and many people were standing around looking at it and congratulating Harry on getting such an excellent broom to replace the Nimbus.

But Malfoy seemed a little unhappy.

When Kyle walked into the hall, he just saw him approaching Harry with his two followers.

"This broom has a lot of special features, doesn't it?" He said with a malicious gleam in his eyes. "It's a pity that it doesn't come with a parachute, in case you get too close to a Dementor."

Crabbe and Goyle chuckled.

Harry ignored him and just talked to Fred next to him, which made Malfoy's face turn ugly.

Kyle was watching from the side and suddenly found it a little funny.

It had been a long time since the last time Harry was accidentally rescued by Malfoy.

Kyle thought Malfoy would use this incident to ridicule Harry, but he didn't. He seemed to regard saving Harry as a shame and didn't mention it at all.

This time he came over just to mock Harry for being afraid of Dementors.

Seeing that the other party ignored him, Malfoy snorted coldly, narrowed his gray eyes, and strode away.

But when he passed by Kyle, he still shouted in a loud voice: "I think you should invent a kind of anti-fall robe. Gryffindor will definitely raise money to buy a set for their seeker..."

Then without waiting for Kyle to answer, he walked over to the rest of the Slytherin team.

They put their heads together, as if asking Malfoy whether the broom was a real Firebolt.

(End of this chapter)