"Oh my God, why do you have to take flying lessons with those Slytherins. "Looking at the notice on the wall www.biquge.info of the Gryffindor lounge, Ron and the other lion cubs let out a wail.

As for the Slytherins, they were all keen to talk about Quidditch. The exception was Malfoy, who was only interested in flying, and he wasn't much of an interest in the sport of the wizarding world. While Narcissa was at home, he was almost addicted, so he wasn't excited at all.

"Why don't you tell me about your experience. Pansy was also a little curious.

"There's not much to say. Malfoy shook his head.

"It's boring. Pansy pursed her lips. Apparently dissatisfied with this answer.

"Draco is going to tell me about his adventures on a broomstick!" Pansy suddenly shouted.

Suddenly, a large number of Slytherin students gathered around, Slytherin worships the strong, and Malfoy, who earned a lot of points for Slytherin a few days before the start of school, is naturally considered the strong man in the hearts of these little snakes, and comes from a famous pure-blood family. Naturally, they were very interested in what Malfoy had been going through, especially when it came to broomsticks.

"Uhh Then he glared at Pansy fiercely.

Pansy gives him a treacherous smile in return.

"In that forbidden place in our house.." Malfoy began his storytelling.

Malfoy, who was deeply influenced by online novels in his previous life, easily made up a reasonable story, which caused the little snakes to be amazed.

After the story ended, Pansy also secretly asked, "Next time I go to your house, why don't I go there to have fun?"

Malfoy said expressionlessly, "I made it all up just now." ”

Pansy's face fell, "Then you're still telling the truth." ”

"I haven't settled accounts with you yet. Who do you think asked me to make it up?"

"I suddenly remembered Professor McGonagall's assignment, and I haven't finished it yet." Pansy made an excuse to slip away.

"Wait. ”

"Oh. Pansy lowered her head slowly, and made a gesture that I knew was wrong, so you could punish me as you punish.

"Little witch. Knowing that it was acting, Malfoy could only stop fighting.

"Eat more sugar, gag your mouth, and talk less later. As he spoke, Malfoy pulled out a few packets of candy with a gorgeous appearance. Shoved in Pansy's hands.

I have to say that Narcissa sent Malfoy snacks too diligently.

Pansy stared at Malfoy.

"Don't get me wrong, you can understand that I'm bribing you, and I can't finish all this candy alone. Malfoy explained somewhat far-fetched.

"Duplicity, for the sake of your sincerity, I will accept it with great mercy. But Pansy's sparkling eyes had betrayed her, and it was clear that there was more than one duplicitous.

Never underestimate the lethality of sweets for girls.

Soon it was the afternoon that all the students were looking forward to, it was time for flying lessons! The weather was nice, sunny but not hot, and the occasional breeze blew through the Gryffindor students as they hurried down the steps towards a flat lawn across the field, the grass waving slightly beneath their feet. On the other side of the lawn is the forest, and in the distance the black trees sway in the wind.

The Slytherin students were already there, and twenty broomsticks were neatly laid out on the ground.

Their teacher, Mrs. Hodge, came. She has short gray hair and two yellow eyes, like the eyes of an eagle.

"Okay, what are you all waiting for?" She snapped, "Everybody stands next to a broomstick. Hurry, hurry, hurry. ”

Looking at the broomstick at his feet, Malfoy shook his head.

Some branches poked out of the worn-out broom, and some dust clinged to the handle.

"It's easy to go from thrift to luxury, but it's hard to go from luxury to thrift. Malfoy thought to himself.

"Stretch out your right hand and put it over the broomstick," called Mrs. Hooch in front, "and say, 'Get up!.'"

"Get up!" Everyone shouted. Malfoy did the same, and for those who were already very skilled, it would be torture to do such an exercise again. So Malfoy had no choice but to be passive.

Mrs. Hodge showed them how to mount a broomstick without slipping off their heads. She walked up and down the line, correcting their hand grips.

Harry, like Ron and the rest of the students, was doing as he was being able to do Mrs. Hooch's orders for the time being.

Hermione was a little uncomfortable, she didn't seem to be that good at sports when she was still talking about Quidditch Tracing the Origins.

As for Neville's whole body trembling, with a few beads of sweat on his face, judging from the weather, it can only show that he is very nervous now.

"Well, as soon as I whistle, you kick your legs off the ground and kick hard. Mrs. Hodge said, "Hold the broom steady, rise a few feet, and then lean forward slightly and fall vertically back to the ground." Listen to my whistle - three-two-"

However, Neville is too nervous, he doesn't want to be ridiculed by everyone anymore, and people with low self-esteem always want to be eager to prove themselves. He didn't wait for the whistle to touch Mrs. Hodge's lips, and he kicked hard and flew up.

"Oh, poor little fat man. Malfoy thought sympathetically.

"Come back, kid!" Mrs. Hodge shouted.

However, it was clear that Neville could not control his broomstick, and as if he had added a booster, Neville flew higher and higher, and he seemed to remember the unpleasant experience of his childhood when he was unintentionally thrown from a tall building. Neville's face turned pale, and he only felt that his strength was about to be drained.

He clutched at the broom, but to no avail, and the power gradually eroded from his body, and eventually the contact area between his hand and the broom became shorter and shorter, so that it fell off completely.

Tragedy seemed imminent.

"Yuga Dim Leviosa. Yuga Dim Leviosa. Malfoy whispered a spell to Neville in the air. Only Pansy behind her could hear it.

"Oh, look. Neville, who was supposed to fall quickly, seemed to be experiencing some resistance, and the speed of the fall was not as fast as he thought.

"Thank goodness. Mrs. Hodge ran quickly to the lawn where Neville had landed. Check up his injuries.

"Miracle!" Mrs. Hodge exclaimed. Neville was barely hurt. "I'm going to take you to the hospital for a check-up, though. With that, Mrs. Hodge walked to the hospital with Neville in her arms, even though he was not injured, Neville's legs and stomach were already scared and weak.

"No, my memory balls, and my broomsticks!" Neville shouted as if he remembered something.

"Memory orbs flying!" Malfoy had already seen what was falling from the grass, so he now used a flying charm.

"I think it's better to keep these things in your dorm room or something during flying lessons. Malfoy handed Neville the orb of memory.

"Thanks, thanks. Neville didn't know what to say.

"As for the broom, I think our savior has gone to get it for you. ”

As he spoke, Malfoy glanced to the side.

"No!" Hermione shouted, but Harry ignored her. The blood rattled his eardrums. He immediately mounted his broomstick and kicked the ground hard, and he ascended, the air whirring through his hair, and his robes fluttering behind him.

Neville's broom was drifting in the direction of the Forbidden Forest.

Harry only felt how free he was, how free he was to ride with the wind, as if nothing in the world could restrain him. To hell with Snape and the assignments. Accelerate, accelerate! He got closer and closer to the broomstick. Until it's within reach.

Harry held out his hand. He gripped the worn-out broom tightly.

The Gryffindor students cheered, except for Hermione, who was a little sullen. Apparently still resentful of him for breaking the rules. As for the Slytherin students, they were even more unhappy, because their opponents were in the limelight.

Harry then took control of the broomstick and landed safely on the grass. A large group of lion cubs instantly surrounded their heroes.

Harry was proud that he had finally found his talent, and when he grabbed the broomstick and flew into the sky, it seemed like it was part of his body, and he could do whatever he wanted, what a sport it was.

"Harry Potter!" His heart sank suddenly. Professor McGonagall's words sent him tumbling from the clouds.

"I've been at Hogwarts for all these years—never—"

Professor McGonagall was speechless in astonishment, her glasses glinting with anger, "-how dare you- you're going to break your neck-"

"It's not his fault, Professor—"

"Shut up, Miss Petill—"

"He's here to help Neville get the broom back, Professor. Even Hermione, who had just spoken out to stop her, explained.

"Needless to say. ”

Professor McGonagall strode towards the castle, Harry mechanically following.

"Am I going to be expelled?" Harry was tormented in his heart, and he couldn't tell where to start.

"History is always similar. Malfoy watched silently as McGonagall took Harry, and if nothing else, Gryffindor would soon have one more of its youngest Seekers.

"Did you say the Savior would be expelled?" Pansy tugged at Malfoy's robe.

"I don't think so. Malfoy whispered back.

"That's boring. Pansy muttered. "By the way, whatever incantation you just chanted, the wand didn't work. ”

"It's just a levitation charm. ”

"You're actually helping a Gryffindor?"

"Take this opportunity to practice casting spells without a wand. ”

"Do you think I'll believe it?"

"And how do you want me to explain?" Malfoy stared at Pansy.

Pansy just wanted to ask, only to remember that she had "bribed" a lot of candy. Eat people with a soft mouth. "If you don't say it, you don't say it. Pansy turned her head to the side, as if Malfoy had her off.

"I can't say that I had the best impression of him when I read books in my last life. Malfoy thought.

Everybody wants to be Harry, but they might just be Neville. Who didn't have a heroic dream when he was a child? Since he was capable, Malfoy was still willing to give some appropriate help to this honest little fat man. In his previous life, compared to Harry, Neville's last counterattack gave him even more encouragement.

After all, most people's pasts may be as mundane or even worse than Neville's.