Neville's grandmother still knows her grandson very well, and since she can agree to send this [murder weapon] to Neville at school, it means that she believes Neville will not use this thing to do anything out of bounds and out of line.

This is an old woman's trust in her grandson, who has been brought up by her own hands.

At half past three in the afternoon, Neville and the other Gryffindor students hurried down the steps to the field in front of the door to prepare for their first flying lesson.

It was a clear, breezy day, and the grass waved slightly under their feet as they walked briskly down the sloping grass toward a flat lawn across the field, and on the other side of the lawn was the forest, and the trees in the distance swayed in the wind.

The Slytherin students were already waiting for class there, and the only thing needed for such a lesson was the twenty broomsticks neatly laid out on the floor.

Some of the students' expressions changed, as the Gryffindor twins had complained about the broomsticks at school during meals, saying that some brooms would tremble when you flew too high, and others that were always slightly tilted to the left.

There are always more or less faults, after all, the youngest of these broomsticks is much bigger than these freshmen.

[I hope to choose a more obedient broom.] 】

This is the thought of many students, there is not much time for them to choose, the teacher of the flying lesson, Mrs. Hodge came over when she saw that everyone had arrived, and said sharply: "Okay, what are you all waiting for? Everyone stood next to a broomstick. Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

Lady Hooch had short gray hair, and her eyes were yellow and as sharp as an eagle's eyes, and anyone who saw her for the first time would be afraid.

After picking a handful, Neville stood up, looking down at the broomstick on the ground that was relatively intact, but the grip looked like a broomstick that had been broken and re-glued with glue, and he didn't know if his luck was good or bad.

[Well, hopefully this is the worst of the worst, so that Harry and the others are much safer.] 】

Neville thought silently as he poked his head out to see how his friends' broomsticks were, Mrs. Hodge glared at him, then walked between the two rows of students standing facing each other, and shouted, "Stretch out your right hand and place it above the broomstick." ”

Everyone did so, and then waited for Madame Hodge's next instructions.

"Say aloud, 'Get up!'"

"Get up!"

Everyone shouted loudly, but the effect was not the same:

Harry's broom jumped into his hand at once, but there were only a few such obedient brooms, Hermione's broom just rolled on the ground, Ron's broom leaped violently and twitched his nose, and Neville's broom lay motionless on the ground as if he had hoped, as dead as he had hoped.

"Humph!"

Neville heard a cold snort and looked up to see Malfoy diagonally across from him, broomstick in hand, looking at Neville with defiant and disdainful expression.

"Hmm. ”

Neville furrowed his eyebrows slightly, he was bored with Draco's show-off, but he was still upset that he was being despised like this. It was not convenient for him to speak, so he took advantage of the opportunity of Mrs. Huo Qi's back to him, raised his right hand, clenched his fist, and used a slight force.

"Crackle, crackle. ”

The face of the person who was showing off suddenly changed, and he listened to the crisp sound of the joints that were still fresh in his memory, and for a moment, he remembered the fear of being once dominated by Neville, and the humiliation of running away.

Unlike someone, whose face was flushed, Neville lowered his hand and continued to call the broomstick as before, but the broom might have really broken and didn't react at all.

However, this step is not necessary, after all, wizards do not throw broomsticks on the ground while holding them in their hands, and then reach out and stupidly shout "get up". Since you can't get the broomstick to fly in your hand by itself, you have to bend down with some effort.

Most importantly, O.W.Ls (the ordinary wizard level exam) does not let the broomstick lying on the ground fly into his hands, but only tests nine subjects: astronomy, protection of magical biology, charms, transfiguration, defense against the dark arts, divination, herbology, history of magic, and potions.

Mrs. Hodge did not give extra points to the students who let the broomsticks fly in her hands, and after making sure that the students knew what to do in the first step, she showed the students how to ride the broomstick without slipping off their heads. She walked up and down the line, correcting their hand grips, much to Neville's amusement when Mrs. Hooch criticized Malfoy for not doing things right.

Neville mounted his broomstick, and his movements were standard, exactly like Madame Hooch's demonstration.

"Okay, as soon as I whistle, you kick your legs off the ground and kick hard!"

Scratching his head, Neville looked at his broomstick, which looked like it was no different from a normal broomstick, wondering if it could fly.

"Hold the broom steady, rise a few feet, and lean forward slightly, falling vertically back to the ground. Listen to my whistle -- two, three, ......"

"Phew!"

In fact, Neville flew up without waiting for Mrs. Hooch's whistle to blow, which may be a bit inappropriate to describe it, but the truth is this:

Neville's knees were slightly bent, and only the forefoot was on the ground, and he kicked the ground so hard that a pair of inch-deep footprints were imprinted on the ground, and he leaped to his feet, a full ten feet high.

Strictly speaking, Neville only jumped ten feet high on his own bounce, like a rocket, and the broomstick under his ass didn't move, proving that Neville wasn't flying.

So, Neville fell back like a shot put, and when he hit the ground, he rolled on the grass to relieve his strength, and then stood up like no one else. Neville flapped his hands on his clothes with dirt and blades of grass, and suddenly he felt a dark cloud envelop him, and he looked up.

It wasn't a dark cloud, it was just that Mrs. Hooch was blocking the sunlight that was shining on Neville, and her face was very bad at this time, and Neville's stern expression reminded Neville of Professor McGonagall, staring straight at him like eagles, making Neville feel a little uncomfortable.

"Didn't you hear what I said?"

Mrs. Hodge's voice became a little sharp, as shrill as her whistle, and she reprimanded him very unceremoniously: "If you violate the rules again next time, I will kick you out of the flying lesson!"

Scratching his head innocently, Neville looked down at his broomstick and whispered, "My broomstick seems to be broken." ”

"What did you say?"

Mrs. Hodge lowered her head to look at Neville's broomstick, only to see that half of the broom's handle had been broken, and the remaining half was still tenaciously attached. Strangely, the fracture is not glued, but a new section, and there are a few shallow finger grip marks near the fracture.

Taking the broomstick from Neville's hand and examining it, Mrs. Hooch's face seemed to deteriorate.

"Come with me, I'll get you a broomstick. ”

"Oh. ”

Nothing was said along the way, but upon returning with a new broomstick, Neville found that Harry was missing. Confused, Neville approached Ron, who first glared at Malfoy before worriedly saying to Neville:

"Professor McGonagall was here just now, and she took Harry with her. ”

"What?!"