Chapter 154

Although he didn't want to join Quidditch, but~ he wanted to play with a broomstick!

This was a man's dream.

Although more men's dream was to step on a flying sword in the sky.

But this was also infinitely close to his dream!

To play with the broomstick, Darren followed Harry to the pitch for an afternoon.

No tasks were triggered, and he could only play for a while after Harry finally finished training.

Not to mention being urged by Ron, he also had to listen to Wood's words not to fly too high.

It made him depressed.

If he had known, he wouldn't have gone; if he stayed in the common room, he might have triggered a task!

Tasks were much more important than broomsticks.

A miscalculation, a miscalculation!

After dark.

Darren dragged his feet back to Slytherin House.

There weren't many people in the common room.

It seemed they had all gone to sleep.

Darren sighed with regret; he had originally thought about returning to the common room to see if he could trigger a task.

As it turned out, there was none.

Darren, who had been busy all day but got nothing, could only return to his dormitory with a heartache.

Vowing to brush out a task with a good reward tomorrow.

What is the difference between a person without dreams and a salted fish?

In the blink of an eye, it was the next day.

Darren slowly followed Cassandra and the others to the Slytherin table.

Because he played too late the day before, he felt he needed to go back and catch up on sleep.

Unfortunately, Slytherins had to eat together.

Depressing.

Cassandra looked at his listless expression and wanted to say something, but in the end, she didn't say anything and lowered her head to eat her own food.

Darren didn't notice her expression at all.

He was eating; only after being full would he have the strength to go out and brush tasks, right?

"Oh my god!"

"Whose is this?"

"Too terrifying!"

"Has Hogwarts gone crazy today?"

Darren was eating when he suddenly heard a burst of exclamation from the Ravenclaw table next to him.

Of course, the voices from other houses were even louder.

He hurriedly raised his head and saw at least dozens of broomsticks being carried by owls, flying in from outside the Hogwarts Great Hall.

"Whose are these?"

Darren opened his eyes wide in shock.

After Harry Potter got a broomstick yesterday, had everyone gone crazy?

Had they all bought broomsticks?

Sure enough, people are animals of comparison.

He curled his lip.

However, for the sake of his persona, he regained his composure.

The money in his vault could buy dozens; would he envy this?

It was just that he remembered there was no such scene in the original work?

Could it be that the author didn't write it?

Darren muttered in his heart, and just as he was thinking about buying one secretly, he saw a broomstick flying towards him.

He looked at Harry in Gryffindor.

Harry smiled and nodded; clearly, this was bought for him by Harry.

Darren excitedly tore open the package.

Inside was a beautiful broomstick, exactly the same as Harry's.

There was a note on it.

It must have been written to him by Harry.

Why bother?

Just so close, he could have just said it directly; did he need to write a note?

Could it be some words of soul-searching?

Darren opened the note curiously, and then saw it written in elegant handwriting: Hope you can be a little happier.

Becky Greengrass.

Huh?

Sent to the wrong person?

Darren looked at Becky and saw Senior Sister Becky raising a glass of juice to signal him.

This...

Was it really bought by Senior Sister Becky?

Then what about the one Harry bought?

Darren looked up blankly and found that there were hundreds of owls hovering above his head.

Because there was no place to land, they could only fly above Darren's head.

However, they were very orderly, holding broomsticks and waiting for Darren to open the packages.

After Darren finished reading Senior Sister Becky's note, the other owls threw down the broomsticks they were holding.

Darren opened one and looked.

Inside the Nimbus 2000, there was still a note: You are like a little angel, don't be sad.

Hermione Granger.

Eh?

Is Hermione's family that rich?

Fine, Hermione's family is definitely not poor.

He looked at Hermione and found Hermione blushing, using a book to cover her face.

Darren had to open another broomstick.

There was only a document on this one.

"Regarding Darren Potter being allowed to use a broomstick as an exception."

Who is this?

Darren looked towards the teachers' table and saw Snape's indifferent face. Fine, if Snape didn't apply for him, how could he get the document?

He kept opening them until he finished eating.

Only then did Darren finish looking at these broomsticks.

A total of thirty-two broomsticks.

The color and style were all the same.

Slytherin House alone bought twenty-seven.

The remaining five, one was bought by Snape, one by Harry, one by Professor Flitwick, and one by Hermione.

The last one didn't have a name, so he just had it returned.

God, when did he become so popular?

After thanking everyone who bought him a broomstick one by one, he returned all the broomsticks, leaving only Harry's.

It was just that his heart was bleeding a little.

It was so expensive! ===== CHAPTER 156 =====