10 Flying Class

   "Oh my god, why did the flight class have to be with the group of Slytherins." Looking at the notice on the wall of the Gryffindor lounge, Ron and the other lions all burst into wailing.

   As far as Slytherin is concerned, they all talk about Quidditch enthusiastically. With the exception of Malfoy, he was only interested in flying, and as for the sport of the wizarding world, he did not catch a cold. While Naxisha was away at home, he was almost too addicted, so he was not excited at all now.

   "Why don't you talk about your experience." Pansy was also curious.

   "Nothing to say." Malfoy shook his head.

   "Boring." Pan Xi pursed his lips. Obviously very dissatisfied with this answer.

   "Draco wants to talk about his adventure on a broomstick!" Pansy shouted suddenly.

All of a sudden, a lot of Slytherin students came around. Slytherin worshipped the strong. For Malfoy, who earned a lot of points for Slytherin a few days before the start of the school, he was naturally regarded as the strong in the hearts of these little snakes. Also from the famous pure blood family. They are naturally very interested in Malfoy's previous experience, especially when it comes to flying broomsticks.

   "Uh..." Malfoy pretended to be thinking, and was searching for a slightly more reasonable story. Then he gave Pansy a hard look.

  Pansi also gave him a grumpy smile.

   "In the forbidden area of ​​our house..." Malfoy began his lecture.

   Malfoy, who was deeply influenced by online novels in his previous life, easily compiled a reasonable story, which attracted the little snakes to marvel.

  After the story, Pansy secretly asked secretly, "Will I go to your house next time or play there?"

   Malfoy said blankly: "I just composed it just now."

   Pansy's face collapsed: "Then you are still talking like real ones."

   "I haven't asked you to settle the account yet. Who thought you made it for me?"

   "I suddenly remembered that Professor McGonagall's homework was not finished yet." Pansy made an excuse to slip away.

"and many more."

   "Oh." Pansy lowered her head slowly, and made a picture that I knew was wrong. Just punish me.

   "Little witch." Malfoy, who knew he was acting, could only stand still.

   "Eat more sugar, block your mouth, and say less in the future." As Malfoy took out a few packages of gorgeously packed candy. Stuck in Pansy's hands.

   had to say that Narcissa was too diligent to send Malfoy snacks.

   Pansy stared at Malfoy.

   "Don't get me wrong, you can understand that I'm bribing you, and I can't eat all the sugar alone." Malfoy explained in a far-fetched way.

   "It's a heartfelt thing, I'll accept it with compassion for your sincerity." However, Pan Xiliang's eyes have betrayed her. Obviously, there are more than one person with a heartfelt heart.

   Never underestimate the lethality of sweets for girls.

   Soon it was the afternoon that all the students were looking forward to. This is the time for flight lessons! It's a good day. The weather today is very good. It's sunny and not hot. Occasionally a breeze blows Gryffindor students hurried down the stairs and when walking towards a flat lawn across the field, the grass rose slightly under their feet With waves. On the other side of the lawn is the forest, and the trees in the distance sway in the wind.

Slytherin students are already there, and there are twenty flying brooms neatly arranged on the ground.

   Their teacher Mrs. Huo Qi is here. She has short gray hair and yellow eyes, like the eyes of an eagle.

   "Okay, what are you guys waiting for?" She snapped. "Everyone stands beside a flying broom. Quick, quick, hurry up."

   Looking at the broom under his feet, Malfoy shook his head.

  Broken and shabby old brooms have some sticks protruding out, and some dust sticks to the handle.

   "From frugality to extravagance is easy, from extravagance to frugality is difficult." Malfoy thought.

   "Extend your right hand and place it over the broomstick," Mrs. Huo Qi shouted in front, "Then say:'Get up!'"

   "Get up!" everyone shouted. Malfoy also pretended to follow suit. For those who are already very skilled, it would be a torture to do such exercises. So Malfoy can only choose passive downtime.

  Ms. Huo Qi showed them how to ride a broom without sliding off the head. She walked around the team, correcting their hand grip.

  Harry and Ron, like other students, are still doing quite well according to Mrs. Huo Qi's orders.

  Hermione is a little uncomfortable. She just still holds a special lecture on "Quiditch Traceability". She seems to be not so good at sports.

  As for Neville's whole body trembling, a few sweat beads hung on his face. From the weather, it only shows that he is very nervous now.

"Okay, as soon as I whistle, you kick your legs off the ground and push hard." Mrs. Huo Qi said, "Hold the broom steady, rise a few feet, then lean forward slightly and fall back to the ground vertically. Listen to my whistle-three-two -"

  However, Neville was too nervous. He didn't want to be laughed at by others anymore. People with low self-esteem always wanted to prove themselves. He didn't wait for the whistle to touch Mrs. Huo Qi's lips, he kicked hard and flew up.

   "Oh, poor little fat man." Malfoy thought sympathetically.

   "Come back, boy!" Mrs. Huo Qi shouted.

   But it was clear that Neville couldn't control his broom. Like the addition of a booster, the higher and higher Neville flew, he seemed to remember his unhappy childhood experience-he was accidentally dropped from a high building. Neville's face was even paler, and he only felt that his strength had been hollowed out.

   He grabbed the broom violently, but to no avail, the power gradually drained from his body, and finally the contact area between his hand and the broom became shorter and shorter, so that it completely fell off.

   The tragedy seems to be imminent.

   "Yu Gadim Leviosa. Yu Gadim Le Viosa." Malfoy chanted the spell softly to Neville in the air. Only Pansy behind him heard.

   "Oh, you see." Neville, who should have fallen quickly, seemed to be experiencing some resistance. The speed of the fall was not as fast as expected.

   "Thank goodness." Madam Huo Qi ran quickly to the lawn where Neville landed. Check his injury.

   "Miracle!" Mrs. Huo Qi exclaimed. Neville hardly hurt. "But I still have to send you to the hospital for a check." Mrs. Huo Qi said, arms around Neville and went to the hospital. Even if there was no injury, Neville's calf was already frightened.

   "No! My memory ball, and my broom!" Neville suddenly shouted at what seemed to remember.

   "Memory ball is flying!" Malfoy had already seen something falling on the grass, so he now used a flying charm.

   "I think it's better to put these things in the dormitory or the like when flying lessons." Malfoy handed the memory ball to Neville.

   "Thank you, thank you." Neville had no idea what to say.

   "As for the broom, I think our savior has already got it for you."

   said Malfoy glanced at the side.

""No!" Hermione shouted loudly, and Harry ignored her. The blood hit his eardrums. He immediately rode on a flying broom and pedaled **** the ground, so he rose up and the air cried He shaved his hair and the robe fluttered behind him.

  Neville's broom is drifting towards the forbidden forest.

   Harry only felt how free he was, he was riding with the wind, as if nothing in the world could restrain him. Snape and those assignments go to hell. Speed ​​up, speed up! He was getting closer and closer to the broom. Until it is within reach.

  Harry extended his hand. Just tried it! He held the worn broom tightly.

  Gryffindor students cheered, only Hermione was a little unhappy. Obviously, he still holds a grudge against him for breaking the rules. As for Slytherin students, they are even more unhappy because their opponents are showing off.

   Then Harry controlled the broom and landed on the grass steadily. A lot of little lions surrounded them in an instant, watching their heroes.

   Harry was very proud. He finally found the place of his talent. When he grabbed the broom and flew to the sky, it seemed that it was a part of his body. He could do whatever he wanted. What a pleasant exercise.

   "Harry Potter!" His heart sank suddenly. Professor McGonagall let him fall from the cloud.

   "I have been at Hogwarts for so many years-never -"

Professor    McGonagall was so surprised that she couldn't speak. Her spectacles flashed an angry light, "--how dare you--you will break your neck--"

   "It's not his fault, Professor—"

   "Shut up, Miss Petil--"

   "He was to help Neville get the broom, Professor." Even Hermione, who had just spoken to stop, explained.

   "Needless to say."

  Professor McGonagall strode towards the castle, and Harry followed mechanically.

   "Will I be fired?" Harry was suffering, and he didn't know where to start when he wanted to explain.

   "History is always similar." Malfoy silently watched McGonagall take Harry away. If nothing else, Griffin would soon be the youngest looking player again.

   "Did you say the Savior would be fired?" Pansy pulled Malfoy's robe.

   "I don't think so." Malfoy turned back and whispered.

   "That's really boring." Pansy muttered. "By the way, what spell you just said, the wand is useless."

   "A floating spell only."

   "Are you actually helping a Griffin?"

   "Take advantage of this opportunity to practice wandless cast."

   "Do you think I will believe it?"

   "So what do you want me to explain?" Malfoy stared at Pansy.

  Pan Xi just wanted to ask, only to remember that he "bridged" a lot of candy. Cannibal soft mouth. "If you don't say it, don't say it." Pansy turned her head to the side, as if Malfoy made her angry.

   "I can't say that I liked him the most when I read in my life." Malfoy thought.

  Everyone wants to be Harry, but they may just be Neville. Who didn't have a hero dream when he was a kid? Now that he is capable, Malfoy is still willing to give some appropriate help to this fat little fat man. In his last life, compared to Harry, Neville's last counterattack gave him even more incentive.

  After all, most people's experience may be as ordinary as Neville or even worse.

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