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"Go on then," Ron whispered, his voice cracking with excitement. "Pop the latch."

Harry lifted it. It was light as a feather, yet felt as sturdy as an oak. He stepped out into the garden, the gnomes scattering as the Firebolt’s aura swept over the grass. firebolt harry potter buy

"The shopkeeper said it can go from zero to one hundred and fifty miles per hour in ten seconds," Ron breathed, leaning in so close his nose nearly touched the bristles. "And look at the braking charm—it’s got a 'perfect-stop' guarantee." "Go on then," Ron whispered, his voice cracking

Harry clicked the silver fastening. The lid creaked open, revealing a bed of soft, enchanted silk. Nestled within was the . He stepped out into the garden, the gnomes

Ron and Harry hovered over it in the kitchen. For weeks, they had pooled every stray Galleon, including a surprising contribution from Fred and George, who claimed they were "investing in Gryffindor’s aerial superiority."

It was more than a broom; it was a masterpiece of aerodynamic sorcery. The handle, turned from polished ebony, shone with a deep, inner light. Each individual birch twig at the tail had been honed to aerodynamic perfection. But it was the ironwork that drew the eye—the footrests were forged with goblin-silver, etched with a unique registration number that pulsed faintly in the sunlight.