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Chapter 852: Harry's Unhappiness and the Moontrimmer
🕑 Added 2023-08-31 09:45:51 +0000 UTC"Of course, Master Evan. The broom room is on the top floor," said Kreacher.
Evan seemed interested in that broom room, and Harry didn't understand what was going on.
Although he wanted to see it, the uncomfortable feeling in his heart became more and more obvious.
He didn't know how to vent this emotion. He’d been trapped in the Dursleys for a whole month, while other people used his godfather's house to fight Voldemort here, and they refused to tell him anything, as though it had nothing to do with him.
"Evan, you haven't told me what exactly the Order of the Phoenix is..."
Just then, the doorknob in the shape of a serpent of the third bedroom on the third floor quickly turned, and Hermione rushed out.
Ron followed her, and they both threw themselves onto Harry excitedly in a hug that nearly knocked him flat, while Ron’s tiny owl, Pigwidgeon, zoomed excitedly round and round their heads.
"Harry, you’re here! We didn't hear you arrive," said Hermione excitedly. "How are you? Are you alright?"
"Not bad!" Harry replied quietly, in fact he wanted to say he was very bad.
"Yeah, I bet you’ve been furious with us … but we couldn’t tell you anything, Dumbledore made us swear we wouldn’t. He specifically asked Ron and me before the holiday," said Hermione quickly. “You don’t know how worried we were when Evan and I in Egypt heard you’ve been attacked by Dementors; for fear that you might have an accident … and that Ministry hearing … it’s outrageous, I’ve looked it all up, they can’t expel you, they just can’t, it is clearly stipulated in the law..."
"Okay, let him breathe, Hermione," said Evan, putting his arm around Hermione to calm her down.
After knowing that Harry was going to the Ministry hearing, Hermione had been reading through a pile of thick legal books.
Hermione, still beaming, let go of Harry, but before she could say another word there was a soft whooshing sound from the bedroom and something white flew from inside and landed gently on Harry's shoulder.
"Hedwig!"
The snowy owl clicked her beak and nibbled his ear affectionately as Harry stroked her feathers.
"She’s been in a right state," said Ron, beaming at Harry. "She pecked us half to death when she brought your last letters to Evan, Hermione and me, and she kept urging us to reply, look at this..."
He showed Harry the index finger of his right hand, which sported a half-healed but clearly deep cut.
"Sorry about that, but I wanted answers, you know..." said Harry apologetically.
"We wanted to give them to you, mate," said Ron. "But Dumbledore specifically made us..."
"… swear not to tell me,” said Harry. "Yeah, Hermione has already said."
The icy feeling in his heart became more and more obvious. Harry looked at Evan, Ron, and Hermione. Although he’d been yearning to see them for a solid month, he now felt he would rather prefer the three of them to leave him alone.
There was a strained silence in which Harry stroked Hedwig automatically, not looking at either of the others
"Okay, let's not stand here. Kreacher was just about to take me to visit the Blacks’ broom room. There are many treasured broomsticks in it. Who wants to go?" said Evan in a relaxed tone.
Because of the connection between Harry and Voldemort, Dumbledore had made a decision that was in the best interests of the moment, to effectively protect Harry’s safety and at the same time prevent him from contacting anything related to the Order of the Phoenix, or even let him leave the Dursleys.
He considered everything and did the right thing, but ignored Harry's own feelings.
Or he thought about it but thought it was not important. This was Dumbledore's main problem.
The greatest white wizard in the world was not a saint. He’d made many mistakes in his life and was still making new ones.
In his youth, he was a pure careerist, planning to conquer the wizarding world with Grindelwald and obtain the strongest power.
When his sister died because of this, he repented and returned to Hogwarts to become a respected professor. He insisted on fighting Dark magic, treating everyone in the wizarding world fairly and eventually became the headmaster of Hogwarts.
In 1945, when the chaos caused by Grindelwald reached a fierce stage, he came forward under the expectation of the world, defeated the Dark wizard Grindelwald, and successfully imprisoned his former friend in the topmost cell of Nurmengard.
Later, until the rise of Voldemort, Dumbledore did not have greater interests in his mind, but his way had changed. Instead of using violent methods to change the wizarding world like Grindelwald and Voldemort, he used more moderate methods.
Just as Evan had judged before, Dumbledore was now a "strategist", he was not for secular rights, but for the higher purpose that had always existed in his mind, even at the expense of his own life.
Compared with these, Harry's emotions were indeed trivial.
"Let's all go and look at the broomsticks collected by the Blacks,” said Ron hastily.
Under the leadership of Kreacher, they climbed to the attic silently and came to the top of this old house.
The house-elf opened a door and Evan walked in.
He‘d thought he would be in a storage room like a utility room, but it was not like that. There were a lot of shelves on the wall with a broom on top, and there were all kinds of models sealed in glass cabinets, like an exhibition.
Obviously, an ancestor of the Blacks had a hobby of collecting broomsticks.
"Blimey, there are so many broomsticks," said Ron in surprise, looking at everything in front of him in disbelief. "I lived in this house for a month, but no one has ever told me that there was such a room."
Harry also forgot his unhappiness and compared the pictures of the brooms he’d seen in the books with the things in front of him.
He came to a green broom and gently wiped the dust off it.
It was a Moontrimmer, the prototype of the Silver Arrow series.
At the time, this broom was a revolution in broomstick design, and it had a leap in quality.
For a while, these slender brooms with ash handles were in great demand by Quidditch players. Compared with other broomsticks, the main advantage of the Moontrimmer was that it had the ability to fly higher than other brooms and remain controllable.
Quidditch players were clamoring for more Moontrimmers.
At that time, broomsticks were still in the hand-crafted workshop production mode, and the maker of the Moontrimmer was unable to meet the market demand. This led to the appearance of the silver arrow series, which became the true ancestor of Quidditch brooms, and began mass production, becoming the most successful business model in the modern wizarding world.
The hot sale of the Silver Arrow series eventually made the Jewkes family, also an individual manufacturer of broomsticks, rise rapidly and become a prominent wizarding family.
