Madam Hooch was very angry during the flying lesson that afternoon.
Harry pulled down his baseball cap, knowing that anyone who saw such a messy class would be very angry. He knew that the boys were looking forward to the flying lesson as much as he was, but the training in the morning had made them very tired. Although the content that Madam Hooch was explaining was very interesting, the children were still uninterested. However, Warren and Connor, who had come to join the class, were listening very carefully.
"Okay, now everyone stand in front of your broom," Madam Hooch said sternly. Put your right hand over the broom and say, "Get up!" "Get up," said Mrs. Hooch sternly.
"Get up!" Everyone said in a disorderly manner.
Harry also stretched out his hand and said, "Get up!" Surprisingly, the broom almost jumped into his hand. Harry held the broom and looked at the others around him. He found that only a few brooms had left the ground. Hermione Granger's broom only rolled a few times on the ground, and Ron's broom only jumped up reluctantly after he shouted a few times.
Mrs. Hooch walked up and down the line, explaining to the children how to mount a broom without slipping off their heads, and correcting them to hold it. "Mr. Malfoy," she said, "you can't keep the broom from flying in that way! Super boy, your posture is right, but you're holding the broom, not riding it. "
Madam Hooch directed the children to fly a few feet and then let them stay at this height to practice. She seemed to be very dissatisfied with the state of the students, especially with Drac, who had a gloomy face and awkward posture. "Mr. Malfoy, don't lie down!"
In fact, everyone knew that Drac had not recovered from the morning's training. Harry slowly flew to his side and whispered, "Do you want to take a leave?"
Drac frowned and ignored Harry. After a long time, he whispered, "It's so embarrassing."
What's so embarrassing about it? Harry didn't understand, but he still slowly flew to Drac's side. A few Slytherin boys also tacitly stayed by Malfoy's side.
While Harry and the others were paying close attention to Drac's condition, something happened to Gryffindor. Neville Longbottom seemed to have used too much force. His broom suddenly flew out of the group, completely exceeding the height allowed by Madam Huoch.
"Longbottom, come back!" Madam Huo Qi whistled and watched with a pale face as Neville flew higher and higher on the broom, almost hitting the tower. The children were also shocked.
"Don't move." Madam Hooch took out her wand and paid close attention to Neville. Suddenly, a hand was placed on her shoulder.
"I'll go." It was the angel Warren. He had already prepared his wings.
After Warren realized that he couldn't control the flying broom without magic power, he lost interest in the class. However, he still watched from the side and didn't leave. So, at this moment, he stood up and spread his huge white wings to fly towards Neville.
So beautiful … The children looked up at Warren flying under the clear sky and finally distinguished him from "Juliet."
Soon, Warren caught Neville, who had slipped from the broom, and the broom that had lost control continued to fly in the direction of the forbidden forest and finally disappeared.
Madam Huoch walked towards Warren with a pale face and leaned over to observe Neville. "… Child, are you okay?"
"The little fatty fainted from fright," Warren said with a smile.
"We have to take him to the medical wing," Madam Huoch said. She then turned around and looked at the other children who had already gotten off the brooms. "If you don't want anything to happen to you before you see Quidditch, put the brooms back and don't touch them. Do you understand?" she warned sternly.
Everyone nodded and watched the angel and Madam Huoch escort Neville to the medical room.
"What is Quidditch?" Connor, who still didn't know much about wizard culture, asked.
"It's a ball game of wizards." Ron, who was a Quidditch fan, immediately explained to Connor. He knew the rules of the game like the back of his hand and could even recite the exciting games of famous teams. Many people were holding brooms and listening to him.
"So that's how it is. There's also the Quidditch World Cup." Connor nodded.
Unlike Spiderman and Kid Lightning, Connor was not very active among the foreign students. Most of the Hogwarts students' impression of him was that he was a big man of few words. He was not as cool as Jason Todd. Connor's silence gave him a stubborn and unapproachable temperament.
Seeing that Connor did not seem to be enthusiastic about the favorite game of wizards, a bold Gryffindor asked, "What kind of sports do Muggles play?"
Connor did not seem to hear the other party's provocation. He thought seriously for a moment and replied, "I know football, basketball, table tennis, volleyball, swimming, skateboarding, and so on."
"Yes, Kid Lightning was playing table tennis with Blue Beetle just now!" A little wizard shouted.
Connor nodded. "You can go to the Union Building to exercise when you have time."
Then, the crowd sat on the lawn and listened to Connor explain the Muggles' sports. Connor was not a person who was good at talking. From time to time, he needed the little wizards to fill in the gaps. As they talked, it became an exchange between the Muggles and the pure-blooded students.
Most of the Slytherin students were pure-blooded wizards. They had never heard of these Muggles and tried their best to show that they were not interested. The Gryffindor students looked down on this.
A Slytherin girl, who Harry later learned was called Pansy Parkinson, suddenly pushed Drac and said, "Drac, didn't you once ride a broom to avoid a Muggle plane?"
Obviously, Pansy's original intention was to say that wizards were much smarter than Muggles. As a result, many of the little wizards laughed. Connor also smiled and did not say anything. However, Drac's face turned red, white, and red again. In the end, he angrily glared at Pansy and got up to pick up the broom.
Harry also laughed with everyone, but when he saw Drac get on the broom, he immediately felt that something was wrong. He stood up and asked, "Drac, what are you doing?"
Drac did not look back. He got on the broom and flew up twenty, thirty … feet into the sky. He was really good at flying.
"Drac!" Pansy screamed. "He'll lose points!"
"Don't be silly!" Bryce Zabini pulled Pansy.
Harry and the others looked up at Drac, who was hovering above the training ground. Finally, someone said what was on everyone's mind, "He seems a little unstable."
Yes, although they were far away and could not see Drac's expression clearly, his broom seemed to have begun to sway left and right. The students of the two academies looked at Super Kid in unison, wanting to ask for help from this teenager who looked like an adult.
Connor was stunned for a moment, then he spread out his hands and said, "But I can't fly …"
Harry subconsciously tightened his grip on his broom, then pushed Ron who was beside him and said, "Go and inform the professor!"
Ron watched as Harry flew off the ground and asked loudly, "Which professor should we inform?"
Harry had already flown far away. Hermione pulled Ron back and said, "Professor Mcgonagall, of course!" She then glared at the Slytherin and asked, "What about you guys?"
Zabini immediately pulled Pansy and said, "Let's go and find Professor Snape."
The two groups of people were sent out. Connor asked the rest of the children to stand aside while he stared at the two people in the air, ready to catch them at any time. "Damn it, if only I could fly …"
Harry, who was in the air, felt the strong wind blowing his robe, but his racing heart slowly calmed down. He adjusted his posture and the height of his broom — it was as natural as if he had done it hundreds of times. He closed his mouth to prevent the wind from entering his stomach. At the same time, he heard the students on the ground screaming.
(Quidditch …)
Harry smiled and flew towards Drac, who was struggling to hold on.
Drac's face was pale. When she saw Harry, she was very surprised. "Potter!"
"Can you still hold on to the broom?" Harry shouted.
"Damn broom …" Drac looked like she wanted to curse, but she looked very nervous. "I'm afraid I'm going to fall worse than Longbottom today."
"Unfortunately, no angel is coming to save you." Harry saw Drac's state and quickly thought of a rescue plan. "Drac, don't be nervous." He leaned forward and flew to Drac's side. "I'm going over."
"You're crazy! This is an old broom in Hogwarts! "Drac knew what Harry was going to do and wanted to kick him.
Harry grinned, let go of the broom, and stepped to Drac's side before falling.
"Ah —" Drac felt that she was going to fall — together with the damn savior. But Harry suddenly reached over Drac's arm and held the broom handle. With a push, the two regained their balance.
Drac, who felt that she had narrowly escaped death, gasped and cursed. "Damn you!"
"Hey, I'm saving you!" Harry said helplessly. He was shorter than Drac and could not see the direction. He could only control the broom by instinct. "Sit forward, or I'll fall."
On the ground, the two professors and the stupefied students who had rushed over saw Harry's broom fall and shatter into pieces, followed by a Muggle baseball cap …
When they were about three stories up, the old broom finally grunted and broke. Fortunately, Professor Mcgonagall and Snape, who had arrived in time, had cast a levitation spell. The two of them rolled on the lawn safely.
Connor hurried forward and pulled the two of them up with one hand each.
"Malfoy!" Snape came forward and scolded Drac. "I thought you were at least a little smarter than the little monsters in Gryffindor, but now I find that you don't even have a brain! Of course, I think it's more interesting to ride a broom and break a leg than to stay on the ground, right? "
Drac's face turned even paler. Just when Harry thought that he was going to faint, Drac suddenly whispered, "Professor, I was wrong."
Snape obviously did not intend to let him go. "Slytherin will be deducted five points because of Mr. Malfoy's Gryffindor impulsiveness."
The dean of Gryffindor finally could not help but shout, "Severus!"
Snape came to his senses, frowned and grunted. He continued, "There's still a week's labor penalty. Potter, you'll be with him. "
"Me?" Harry did not expect that he would be involved.
His good friend Ron stood up. "Snape … Professor, Harry rode the broom to save Malfoy, and he did save Malfoy!"
"So what?" Snape glared at Harry. "Idiot!" He then left in a huff.
Professor Mcgonagall's expression was a little inexplicable. She seemed to be dissatisfied with Snape, but also with the students. In the end, she announced that everyone was dismissed. Today's flying class was over.
Ron and the others were still indignant for Harry. "Hey, your dean is too much!"
Slytherin retorted, "Hey, he already deducted five points from us!" This was the first time Snape had done this since he became the dean.
Connor supported Drac and helplessly interrupted, "Where's your infirmary?"
Only then did everyone realize that Drac seemed to need treatment.
In the end, Harry also went to the medical wing to treat his "Mediterranean". During dinner, he brought two pieces of good news.
First, Madam Huo learned the truth about everyone's poor performance in class today. She apologized to everyone and also hoped that everyone would exercise more.
Everyone: Oh …
Second, Drac complained to her father, Lucius Malfoy, about the quality of Hogwarts' teaching equipment. His rich father, who loved his son as much as his life, immediately gave Hogwarts a large sum of money and announced that all practice brooms would be replaced with Nimbus 2000.
Everyone: Hurrah!
Oliver Wood — he was the captain of Gryffindor's Quidditch team. He pulled Harry aside and asked, "Is it for the whole school or just Slytherin?" After getting the answer from the whole school, he almost rushed to the medical wing to recruit Drac Malfoy into Gryffindor's team.
The atmosphere in the dining hall was lively, but the atmosphere in the dean's office was much more serious.
Snape stared at the newly patched sorting hat, a dark storm gathering in his eyes. "You said the sorting hat refused to give Potter a place?"
Dumbledore stroked Fawkes' beautiful feathers and sighed. "The sorting hat said that it would only give Hogwarts students a place."
"You're saying?" Snape's thin lips tightened even more.
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