"My God, why do you have to take flying lessons with those Slytherins." Looking at the notice on the wall of the Gryffindor lounge, Ron and the other lion cubs wailed.
As for the Slytherins, it was similar, they were all keen to talk about Quidditch. With the exception of Malfoy, he was only interested in flying, and he was not very interested in this wizarding sport. He'd been pretty much addicted to Narcissa's absence at home, so he wasn't excited at all now.
"Why don't you talk about your experience." Pan Xi was also a little curious.
"Nothing to say." Malfoy shook his head.
"Boring." Pansy pursed her lips. Obviously very dissatisfied with this answer.
"Draco's going to tell about his broomstick adventures!" Pansy yelled suddenly.
All of a sudden, a large group of Slytherin students surrounded them. Slytherin admired the strong, and Malfoy, who had earned a lot of points for Slytherin a few days before the start of school, was naturally regarded as the strong in the hearts of these little snakes. And from a famous pure-blood family. They were naturally very interested in what Malfoy had been through, especially when it came to broomsticks.
"Uh..." Malfoy pretended to be thinking, trying to figure out how to make up a slightly more reasonable story. Then he gave Pansy a hard look.
Pansy gave him a tricky smile.
"In that forbidden area of our house..." Malfoy began his storytelling.
Malfoy, who was deeply influenced by online novels in his previous life, easily made up a reasonable story, which aroused the amazement of the little snakes.
After the story was over, Pan Xi secretly asked in private: "Next time I go to your house, why don't I go there too?"
Malfoy said blankly: "I made it up just now."
Pansy's face collapsed: "Then what you said is true."
"I haven't settled with you yet. Who do you think told me to make it up?"
"I suddenly remembered that I haven't finished Professor McGonagall's homework." Pansy made an excuse to slip away.
"etc."
"Oh." Pansy lowered her head slowly, making an appearance that I knew I was wrong, so you can punish me casually.
"Little witch." Knowing that he was acting, Malfoy could only silence.
"Eat more candies, shut your mouth, and talk less in the future." Malfoy took out several packs of candies with gorgeous packaging. It's in Pansy's hands.
I have to say that Narcissa was too diligent in sending snacks to Malfoy.
Pansy stared at Malfoy.
"Don't get me wrong, you can understand that I'm bribing you, and I can't finish all these candies by myself." Malfoy explained somewhat far-fetched.
"Duplicity, in view of your sincerity, I will accept it mercifully." But Pan Xi's bright eyes have already betrayed her, obviously there is more than one person who is duplicity.
Never underestimate the lethality of sweets on girls.
Soon came the afternoon that all the students were looking forward to, it was time for flight lessons! The weather is beautiful, today's weather is very good, sunny and not hot, with occasional breeze blowing by. Gryffindor students hurried down the steps, and when they walked to a flat lawn on the opposite side of the field, the grass rose slightly under their feet. with waves. On the other side of the lawn is the forest, and the dark trees in the distance are swaying in the wind.
The Slytherins were already there, and twenty broomsticks were neatly stacked on the ground.
Their teacher Mrs. Hooch came. She had short gray hair, and her eyes were yellow like a hawk's.
"Well, what are you all waiting for?" she snapped. "Everyone stand by a broomstick. Quick, quick, hurry up."
Looking at the broom under his feet, Malfoy shook his head.
There were some branches poking out in all directions on the old and worn-out broom, and some dust was attached to the handle.
"It's easy to go from frugal to extravagant, but hard to go from extravagant to frugal." Malfoy thought to himself.
"Put your right hand over the broom handle," Mrs. Hooch called from the front, "and say, 'Get up!.'"
"Get up!" everyone yelled. Malfoy also pretended to do so. For someone who is already very proficient, it is a kind of torture to do this kind of practice again. So Malfoy can only choose to be passive and sabotage.
Mrs Hooch showed them how to get on the broom without slipping off their heads. She walked up and down the line, correcting their handshakes.
Harry and Ron, like the other students, have been following Mrs. Hooch's orders for the time being.
Hermione was a little uncomfortable. She was still giving a big lecture on "The Origin of Quidditch" just now, and she didn't seem to be that good at sports.
As for Neville's whole body trembling, with a few beads of sweat on his face, judging from the weather, it could only show that he was very nervous now.
"Now, as soon as I whistle, you kick your legs off the ground and kick hard," said Mrs. Hooch, "hold the broom steady, rise a few feet, then lean forward slightly, and fall straight back to the ground. Listen to my whistle—three—two—"
However, Neville was too nervous, he didn't want to be ridiculed by everyone anymore, people with low self-esteem always want to rush to prove themselves. Before the whistle touched Mrs. Hooch's lips, he kicked hard and flew up.
"Oh, poor fat boy," Malfoy thought sympathetically.
"Come back, boy!" cried Mrs. Hooch.
But it was obvious that Neville couldn't control his broom, as if adding a booster, Neville flew higher and higher, and he seemed to recall his unhappy childhood experience - being accidentally dropped from a tall building. Neville's face became even paler, and he only felt that his strength was about to be drained.
He held on to the broom tightly, but it was useless, the strength gradually drained from his body, and finally the contact area between his hand and the broom became shorter and shorter, so that it fell off completely.
Tragedy seemed imminent.
"Wingardim Leviosa. Yugardium Leviosa." Malfoy whispered a spell to Neville in the air. Only Pansy behind him heard.
"Oh, look." Neville, who was supposed to fall quickly, seemed to have encountered some resistance, and the speed of the fall was not as fast as expected.
"Thank goodness." Mrs. Hooch quickly ran to the lawn where Neville landed. Check up his injuries.
"A miracle!" exclaimed Mrs. Hooch. Neville was barely hurt. "But I still have to send you to the hospital for an examination." Madam Hooch walked towards the hospital with her arms around Neville. Even though he was not injured, Neville's calf had already softened from fright.
"No! My memory ball, and my broom!" Neville suddenly yelled as if remembering something.
"Memoryball is coming!" Malfoy had already seen something falling on the grass, so he cast a Flying Charm now.
"I think it's better to put these things in the dormitory or something during flying lessons." Malfoy handed Neville the memory ball.
"Thank you, thank you." Neville didn't know what to say anymore.
"As for the broom, I think our savior has gone to fetch it for you."
Said Malfoy glanced to the side.
"No!" Hermione yelled, and Harry ignored her. The blood slammed into his eardrums. Immediately he mounted his broomstick and kicked the ground hard, and he was up, the air whistling. Razor brushed his hair, his robe flapping behind him.
Neville's broom was drifting towards the Forbidden Forest.
Harry just felt how free he was, how he rode with the wind, as if nothing in the world could hold him back. To hell with Snape and the homework. Speed up, speed up! He was getting closer and closer to the broom. until within reach.
Harry held out his hand. Just tried it out! He held the battered broom tightly.
The Gryffindor students all cheered, only Hermione was a little sullen. Clearly still bitter about his breaking the rules. As for the Slytherin students, they were even more unhappy, because their opponents were showing off.
Then Harry controlled the broom and landed on the grass safely. A large group of lion cubs immediately surrounded the past, watching their hero.
Harry was very proud, he finally found his talent, when he grabbed the broom and flew into the sky, it seemed that it was a part of his body, he could do whatever he wanted, what a joyful exercise it was.
"Harry Potter!" His heart sank suddenly. Professor McGonagall's words made him fall from the clouds.
"All my years at Hogwarts—never—"
Professor McGonagall was literally speechless in astonishment, her spectacles gleaming with anger, "—how dare you—you'll break your neck—"
"It wasn't his fault, Professor—"
"Shut up, Miss Patil—"
"He took the broom back to help Neville, Professor." Even Hermione, who stopped him just now, explained.
"Needless to say."
Professor McGonagall strode towards the castle, Harry following mechanically.
"Will I be fired?" Harry was tormented in his heart, trying to explain but didn't know where to start.
"History is always similar." Malfoy watched McGonagall take Harry away silently. If nothing else happened, Gryffindor would soon have the youngest Seeker again.
"Are you saying the Savior will be fired?" Pansy tugged at Malfoy's robe.
"I don't think so." Malfoy whispered back.
"That's really boring," Pansy muttered. "By the way, the wand didn't work for whatever spell you just cast."
"It's just a floating spell."
"You actually helped a Gryffindor?"
"Take this opportunity to practice casting spells without a stick."
"You think I'll believe it?"
"Then how do you want me to explain it?" Malfoy stared at Pansy.
Just as Pan Xi was about to ask, she remembered that she had "taken bribes" a lot of candies. Cannibalism is soft. "If you don't say it, don't say it." Pansy turned her head to the side, as if Malfoy had pissed her off.
"I can't say that I liked him the most when I was reading in my previous life." Malfoy thought.
Everyone wanted to be Harry, but they might just be Neville. Who didn't have a dream of being a hero when they were young? Since he has the ability, Malfoy is still willing to give some proper help to this simple and honest little fat man. In his previous life, compared to Harry, Neville's last counterattack gave him even more encouragement.
After all, most people's past may have been as ordinary as Neville's or worse.