Originally, there were no roads in the world, but when there were more people walking, they became roads. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the same way, there were no big holes in the world, but the author, phew, Alan dug and dug and dug

Although the word fetish obscurity is about to be used to rot, there is no doubt that no matter how strong Alan is, he will not be able to turn the tattered thing a few hours ago into an artifact that adds 13 - even if Duang's stunt is added.

The magic above was temporary, and Alan didn't make it to cool Harry - he wasn't Dumbledore, so why should he be a good babysitter?

Just as Harry was in the middle of his flight, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Originally, this tattered broom was docile like a cat, but now the cat suddenly turned its face, and then gave him a paw in an instant.

Instead of listening to Harry's control, it began to roll desperately.

"Allen, Allen, what's wrong with it?" shouted Harry, gripping the broom tightly in his hand, trying to keep it under control.

However, Alan didn't help him, but walked towards the rest room in the corner - if Harry wasn't in a hurry to try to control the broom, maybe he could see that every time Alan took a step, a small lotus flower would bloom in the direction where his toes fell, of course, this was not Allen's immortal cultivation, but a use of Zyra's ability.

As he was about to arrive, Alan turned around and smiled at Harry with what seemed to him a demonic smile: "Now that this class has begun, keep it up, I believe in you!"

In Harry's desperation, Alan slipped into the partitioned room - which meant that Harry had to deal with the mad broom himself.

It wasn't a pleasant thing, especially after Harry had experienced it last year.

It flew high and low, making sharp turns and stops every now and then, making Harry's attempts to manipulate it completely come to naught.

In the midst of the tumbling, Harry had a brilliant idea - he couldn't help but shout out for his wit.

Presumably to prevent him from getting hurt, Alan deliberately turned the ground into mud, and while soaking his entire body in muddy water is not a pleasant option, it is clearly a better option than letting himself ride a roller coaster in the air.

So, in the chaos of the broom's track, Harry successfully predicted a low point in the broom's flight, Harry resolutely grasped the broom's hand and the strength of the broom's leg loosened, and used all his strength on his back - he was ready to land on his back so that the muddy water would not pour directly into his nose and mouth.

The idea is good, and the preparation is very delicate - alas, such an operation does not exist.

After all, there are times when the Tao is one foot tall and the devil is one foot taller.

How could Alan not take into account such a simple act of letting go?

As Harry tried to let go of the broom, he felt a strong suction force from the broom itself, which kept him tightly bound to the broom - the same spell that was banned during the game to hold the body and the broom together, to prevent some players from using it to engage in deliberately aggressive collisions with others.

However, it wasn't the spell on the broom that made Harry desperate, but rather that his attempt to let go seemed to activate other magic on the broom, and the broom not only flew through the air, but as if to fulfill the passenger's desire to make contact with the ground, it passed straight through the muddy water.

It wasn't a simple slip through the muddy water, but the entire broom flew through the muddy water or sneaked for a full seven or eight seconds before it flew again.

This made Harry up there embarrassed - when he reappeared, he was exactly the same as the chicken he had been dropping all the time, or he was a little worse than the chicken - after all, the chicken didn't keep dripping dirty muddy water.

And this behavior happened more than a dozen times before it returned to the original flying mode.

Only then did Alan get up and leave the ice-separated hut.

After taking a few steps, he seemed to think of something, turned his head and waved his wand, and the igloo, which had been able to see the situation outside, was immediately hung with a layer of dark blue light that completely obscured the view.

As Alan returned to the center of the ground, a large plant rose in the middle of the mire, quickly weaving into a green, resilient web.

"Smack!"

Alan snapped his fingers, and with this sound fell, the broomstick, which was still flying in the air, flew towards the place where Alan was standing like an arrow from the string.

After letting the tormented Harry fall from himself, the broomstick, which had undergone intense movement, immediately fell apart and became a part of the ground after losing the magical support of Ellen.

Harry struggled to get up from the green carpet, then quickly got down on one knee and vomited frantically towards the ground - the torture had caused him to lose control of his body as a Quidditch player.

Harry steadied himself with a puff of clear water vomited out - but his trembling legs revealed that his physical strength had been drained to the bottom line in the torture he had just had.

Alan took out his wand and waved his hand, and the vomit disappeared immediately, and he said lightly to Harry, "The lesson is over, Harry, don't you want to say something?"

"Alan, you big bastard!! !! vomit" Harry cursed with almost all his strength, and then it caused him to vomit again.

But Alan wasn't angry, he knocked on the ground, and the two chairs were quickly knitted.

After gesturing Harry to sit down, Alan sat down on another chair himself.

"I thought you'd be doing much worse - like rushing up and punching me?"

This offer was proved by Harry's body that he accepted, and instead of choosing a stool, he simply flashed his fist.

Unfortunately, with the sound of a fist hitting his flesh, Harry fell to the ground again.

"I'm sorry, I didn't say I wouldn't fight back. Alan smiled sheepishly, yes, the one who hit him was knocked to the ground by him.

"By the way, didn't you think of why there was such a course?"

[Tell me not to touch unfamiliar flying machines?] Harry was not stupid, and instantly thought of the thrilling trip he flew to school.

。。。。。。

The stupid kid is hopeless - Alan looks disgusted.

"No, I just wanted to tell you - don't just die without you being sure about it!" Alan snapped his fingers and slammed his fingers on Harry's head, who had just sat down in his chair.

With a pain in Harry's head, all the stains on his body disappeared.

"Alright, let's go, we have one more spell to master today. ”

A green path appeared under Allen's feet leading to the igloo in the corner, and Harry rubbed his sore head and followed closely.