Grindelwald: This Kid Looks Exactly The Same As I Did Back Then! I'd Say He's More Like Me!(1)

Blake turned over and was about to go back to sleep again.

Wayne and Roger stared at him in disbelief.

"Didn't he hear what we said just now?"

"It's possible!"

"Yes!

This was a flying lesson! "

"We can really fly!"

Roger leaned close to Blake's ear and said loudly.

He wanted to make sure that Blake didn't miss the most important information.

Blake sat up helplessly.

"Look!

I told you he didn't hear the previous words, right? "

Roger said excitedly.

"Yes!

Who wouldn't be interested in flying? "

Wayne said with his eyes closed.

He seemed to be imagining himself flying in the sky.

Blake scratched his head.

Anyway, he couldn't sleep anymore.

He had to get up.

He was going to eat something.

He also sorted out the experimental data hidden in his mind yesterday.

Dabao was lying on his side in his small bed.

He rolled his eyes at Roger, who was too loud.

Then he pulled the small quilt over.

He covered his little head with his hand.

Blake got up and changed his clothes.

He asked as he was busy, "How do you know there's a flying lesson in the afternoon?"

Wayne asked strangely, "Didn't you see it?

It's already announced on the school bulletin board. "

"We can have a flying lesson this afternoon."

"But we're going with Ravenclaw."

"Blake, have you ever flown?"

Roger asked excitedly.

Blake nodded.

He said casually,

"Yes!

Just a few days ago. "

"I turned into an owl."

"Then I flew directly into the depths of the Forbidden Forest."

"I saw unicorns, big spiders, and even snake birds …"

Roger and Wayne looked at Blake as if he was a fool.

"I knew you weren't awake, Blake."

"How can a person turn into an owl and fly?"

"Yes … Are you sure you are not mixing up reality with your dream from last night?"

Blake chuckled.

"Then you can take it as a joke."

How much truth was there?

Was it said in a joking way?

"I rode on a flying broom when I was young."

Roger began to talk about his childhood stories of riding a flying broom.

What do you mean by almost hitting a muggle helicopter?

What flying about the moors all day on a flying broom?

Wayne also bragged about his impressive deeds when he was young.

The more Blake listened, the more familiar it sounded.

Were all these brats bragging about the same thing?

Alright, I'm a brat too.

Moreover, in their eyes.

I seemed to have bragged even more than them just now.

Blake didn't care.

After changing his clothes,

And washing up

He left some food for Dabao, who was lazing in his bed.

Then he left the dormitory.

Roger and Wayne had not gone to breakfast until they were done bragging.

As for Dabao …

Dabao was much more obedient now.

Without Blake's orders.

It was completely incapable of causing trouble.

Therefore, there was nothing wrong with it staying in the dormitory.

Anyway, all it did was sleep all day.

Moreover, there was no need to worry about it not having any food for lunch or dinner.

As long as it sneaked into the common room and acted cute,

Most of the senior sisters would not hesitate to give it food.

When it opened its belly to eat.

I could eat until it vomited…

Blake walked towards the auditorium first.

He was going to have breakfast first.

Then, while he still had time,

He would go to the Room of Requirement to look at the magical plants he had planted.

At eight o 'clock, he would go to the Transformation class.

At this moment.

There were already many young wizards eating breakfast in the auditorium.

Most of them were first-year students.

Because everyone was as excited as Roger and Wayne.

Because they were all looking forward to today's flying lesson.

They all woke up very early.

All kinds of bragging could be heard.

Many people were excited.

And there were also many people who were nervous.

For example, Neville.

And also, Hermione, who was chattering in front of a book called "The Amazing Quidditch Ball".

Hermione was indeed very nervous.

After all, flying was not common.

It was a skill that could not be immediately understood and mastered by just reading books.

Blake greeted her.

Then, he walked towards the long table at Hufflepuff.

But since she was so focused on the Strange Book of Quidditch.

She didn't seem to notice that someone was calling out to her.

At the long table at Hufflepuff.

Cedric was enthusiastically explaining the tricks of flying brooms to his juniors.

Because he had started it last year.

He was the ball-seeker at Hufflepuff during Quidditch games.

It had to be said,

Cedric explained in detail.

Blake listened while eating breakfast.

After listening once, he felt that he had learnt it.

Of course, he couldn't rule out the possibility that only his brain had learnt it.

His body didn't have such a situation.

But …

Anyway, he didn't intend to amaze everyone in the flying lesson.

So he didn't care much.

After all …

It was important to know one's own limits.

He hadn't had any talents or skills related to flying lessons yet.

Although he had flown more than once as a bird.

But in the end, this was still flying on a flying broom.

It was completely different.

Blake still felt that stability was the most important factor.

This was also the reason why he was really listening to Cedric's explanation.

At this moment.

There seemed to be some chaos at Gryffindor's long table.

Blake looked over.

It turned out to be Malfoy.

After Malfoy had suffered at his hands.

Then, he successfully discovered his true enemy.

"Damn it!"

"Doesn't anyone in your family send you anything?"

Harry almost stood up and fought with him.

But he was stopped by someone.

Just like that, Malfoy sat on Slytherin's long table.

Provocatively in front of Harry.

Opening the candy sent by his family.

Harry gritted his teeth in hatred.

Soon after.

Neville received a memory ball from his grandmother.

It was a glass ball the size of a large marble.

It seemed to be filled with white smoke.

Just squeeze it.

Then.

If you have forgotten to do something.

The memory ball would turn red.

At this moment, Neville looked at the shiny red memory ball in his hand with a dumbfounded expression.

"Oh no, what did I forget?"

Then Malfoy went over to pick another fight.

He snatched the memory ball from Neville's hand.

Harry, Ron, and the others immediately stood up.

The two sides confronted each other.

Blake sat at Hufflepuff's long table with a bowl and watched the show.

These two guys loved and hated each other.

Blake had no desire to interfere at all.

At this moment.

Harry actually had the urge to take this opportunity to fight with Malfoy.

Unfortunately, he wasn't as carefree as his father.

Blake guessed.

If it was James Potter.

Maybe Malfoy would already be lying on the ground.

Maybe there would be a fist mark on his face.

However,

The fight didn't happen in the end.

Because Professor McGonagall appeared.

"What's going on?"

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