"Oh my god, why do I have to go to flying lessons with those Slythrins?" Looking at the notice on the wall of Gryffindor's lounge, Ron and the other little lions wailed.
It was the same for the Slythrins. They were all talking about Quidditch enthusiastically. Malfoy was an exception. He was only interested in flying. He was not interested in the activities in the wizarding world. When Narcissa was not at home, he almost had enough fun, so he was not excited at all.
"Why don't you tell us about your experience?" Pan Xi was curious.
"There's nothing to say." Malfoy shook his head.
"Boring." Pan Xi pouted. She was obviously not satisfied with this answer.
"Draco is going to tell us about his adventures on a broomstick!" Pan Xi suddenly shouted.
Instantly, a large group of Slythrin students gathered around. Slythrins worshipped the strong. Malfoy, who had earned many points for Slythrin a few days before school started, was naturally a strong person in the hearts of these little snakes. He was also from a famous pure-blood family. Naturally, they were very interested in Malfoy's experience, especially when it involved flying broomsticks.
"Uh …" Malfoy pretended to be thinking, and was racking his brains to come up with a slightly more reasonable story. Then, he glared at Pan Xi.
Pan Xi even gave him a cunning smile.
"In the forbidden area of my house …" Malfoy began his story lesson.
Malfoy, who was deeply influenced by web novels in his previous life, easily came up with a reasonable story, which made the little snakes gasp in amazement.
After the story ended, Pan Xi even asked secretly, "Should I go there to play the next time I go to your house?"
Malfoy said expressionlessly, "I made it up just now."
Pan Xi's face fell. "Then you make it sound like it's true."
"I haven't settled the score with you yet. Who do you think asked me to make it up? "
"I suddenly remembered that I haven't finished Professor Mag's homework." Pan Xi found an excuse to sneak away.
"Wait."
"Oh." Pan Xi lowered her head slowly, and made an expression that said, "I know I'm wrong, and you can punish me however you want."
"Little witch." Malfoy knew it was an act, but he could only give up.
"Eat more sweets to shut your mouth. Don't talk so much next time." Malfoy took out a few packets of sweets with gorgeous packaging. It was stuffed into Pansy's hand.
It had to be said that Narcissa was very diligent in sending Malfoy snacks.
Pansy stared at Malcolm.
"Don't misunderstand. You can understand that I'm trying to bribe you. Besides, I can't finish all the candies by myself," Malfoy explained.
"You don't mean what you say. Seeing how sincere you are, I'll be merciful and accept it." However, Pan Xi's sparkling eyes had already betrayed her. Clearly, there were more than one person who didn't mean what they said.
Never underestimate the lethality of sweets to girls.
Soon, it was the afternoon that all the students were looking forward to. It was time for the flying lesson! The weather was good today. It was sunny but not hot. Occasionally, there would be a breeze blowing. The Gryffindor students hurried down the steps and walked towards the flat lawn opposite the field. The grass waved under their feet. Beyond the lawn was the forest, and in the distance the dark trees were swaying in the wind.
The Slytherin students were already there, and twenty brooms were neatly arranged on the ground.
Their teacher, Madam Huo Qi, had arrived. She had short gray hair, and her eyes were yellow, like the eyes of an eagle.
"Alright, what are you waiting for?" she said sternly. "Everyone stand next to a broom. Hurry, hurry, hurry up. "
Malfoy looked at the broom under his feet and shook his head.
Some branches poked out of the broom, and some dust clung to the handle.
"It's easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality," Malfoy thought.
"Put your right hand on the broom handle," Madam Huo Qi shouted from the front. "Then say, 'Get up!'"
"Get up!" Everyone shouted. Malfoy also pretended to do as he was told. For someone who was already very familiar with it, doing this kind of exercise was a kind of torture. Hence, Malfoy could only choose to slack off.
Madam Huo Qi showed them how to ride the broom without sliding off their heads. She walked up and down the line, correcting the way their hands were held.
Harry and Ron, like the other students, were still following Madam Huo Qi's orders.
Hermione was a little uncomfortable. She had just been talking about Quidditch's Trace, but she did not seem to be very good at sports.
As for Neville, he was trembling all over, and beads of sweat hung on his face. Judging from the weather, it could only be seen that he was very nervous.
"Well, when I whistle, all of you kick your legs off the ground. Kick hard," Madam Huo Qi said. "Hold the broom steady, go up a few feet, lean forward slightly, and fall straight back to the ground. Listen to my whistle — three — two — "
But Neville was too nervous. He did not want to be laughed at again. People with low self-esteem were always eager to prove themselves. He did not wait for the whistle to touch Madam Huo Qi's lips. He kicked hard and flew up.
"Oh, poor little fat man," Malfoy thought sympathetically.
"Come back, boy!" Madam Huo Qi shouted.
But it was obvious that Neville could not control his broom. As if he had been given a boost, Neville flew higher and higher. He seemed to recall an unpleasant childhood experience — being accidentally thrown from a tall building. Neville's face was even paler. He felt that his strength was being drained.
He held on to the broom tightly, but it was useless. His strength was gradually draining from his body. Eventually, the contact area between his hand and the broom became smaller and smaller until it completely fell off.
It seemed that a tragedy was about to happen.
"Feugadim Leviosa. Hagadim Leviosa. "Malfoy whispered a spell to Neville, who was in the air. Only Pansy, who was behind him, heard it.
"Oh, look." Neville, who should have been falling quickly, seemed to have encountered some resistance. He did not fall as fast as expected.
"Thank God." Madam Huo Qi quickly ran to the lawn where Neville had landed. She checked his injuries.
"A miracle!" Madam Huo Qi exclaimed. Neville was barely injured. "But I still have to take you to the hospital for a check-up." Madam Huo Qi carried Neville to the hospital. Although he was not injured, Neville's legs were weak from fear.
"No! My memory ball, and my broom! "Neville seemed to remember something and suddenly shouted.
"The memory ball is flying over!" Malfoy had already seen the things that had fallen on the grass, so he used a flying spell.
"I think it's best to put these things in the dormitory during flying lessons." Malfoy handed the memory ball to Neville.
"Thank, thank you." Neville did not know what to say.
"As for the broom, I think our Savior has already gone to get it for you."
Malfoy glanced to the side as he spoke.
"" No! "cried Hermione. Harry ignored her. The sound of blood made his eardrums ring. He mounted the broom at once, and with a powerful kick he rose up, the air whistling through his hair, and his robe fluttering behind him.
Neville's broom was floating in the direction of the forbidden forest.
Harry felt so free. He was riding with the wind, as if nothing in the world could restrain him. To hell with Snape and his homework. Faster, faster! He was getting closer and closer to the broom. Until he could touch it.
Harry reached out his hand. Just a try! He held the old broom tightly.
The Gryffindor students cheered. Only Hermione was a little unhappy. She was obviously still holding a grudge against him for breaking the rules. As for the Slythrin students, they were even more unhappy because their opponent was in the limelight.
Then, Harry controlled the broom and landed safely on the grass. A bunch of little lions gathered around to watch their hero.
Harry was very proud. He had finally found where his talent lay. When he grabbed the broom and flew up, it was as if it was a part of his body and he could do whatever he wanted. What a pleasant exercise.
"Harry Potter!" His heart suddenly sank. Professor McGonagall's words made him fall from the clouds.
"I've been at Hogwarts for so many years — never —"
Professor McGonagall was so shocked that she could not speak. Her glasses were flashing with anger. "— How dare you — You'll break your neck —"
"It's not his fault, Professor —"
"Shut up, Miss Pettier —"
"He was helping Neville get the broom back, Professor." Even Hermione, who had spoken up to stop them, explained.
"Say no more."
Professor McGonagall strode towards the castle, and Harry followed behind mechanically.
"Will I be expelled?" Harry's heart was in agony. He wanted to explain, but he did not know where to start.
"History is always similar." Malfoy watched Professor McGonagall take Harry away silently. If nothing went wrong, Gryffindor would soon have another youngest ball seeker.
"Do you think Savior will be expelled?" Pansy tugged at Malfoy's robe.
"I don't think so," Malfoy whispered as he turned back.
"That's so boring," Pansy mumbled. "Oh, right. What spell did you chant just now? You didn't even use your wand."
"It's just a levitation spell."
"You're actually helping a Gryffindor?"
"I'm just taking this opportunity to practice a wandless spell."
"You think I'll believe that?"
"Then how do you want me to explain?" Malfoy stared at Pansy.
Pansy was about to ask when he remembered that he had "accepted" a lot of candies. He had taken advantage of others. "If you don't want to say it, then don't say it." Pansy turned her head away, as if Malfoy had angered her.
I can't say that I liked him the most when I was reading in my previous life, Malfoy thought.
Everyone wanted to be like Harry, but they might only be Neville. Who did not have a hero's dream when they were young? Since he had the ability, Malfoy was still willing to give some help to this honest little fatty. In Harry's
previous life, Neville's final counterattack had inspired him even more than Harry.
After all, most people might have been as ordinary as Neville, or even worse.