Taking classes at Hogwarts has gradually become the only joy of vio's life. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Her popularity in Slytherin is still not very good, but Todraco's blessing, few of her classmates will take the initiative to offend her.

In her free time, she would go to the library, where she could usually find Hermione.

Unfortunately, in his first year, Slytherin's only Potions class was with Gryffindor, so Vio didn't have much time to see Harry and Ron except for the occasional meeting in the auditorium at dinner.

In Snape's class, everyone often had to endure Snape's scolding while scrambling to add things to their cauldrons, recording the smell of potions and the properties of gases.

Fortunately, every Friday night is astronomy, and Slytherin students are allowed to go up to the castle to observe the trajectory of the stars and learn the names of each star they can observe. Vio is interested in astronomy.

After a few weeks of such a busy day, it is late autumn in the UK.

That afternoon, the weather was clear, with the occasional puffy cloud passing across the clear blue sky. Vio sees a notice in the Slytherin common room that Slytherin is going to fly lessons with Gryffindor.

That said—she had more time to see her friends. This was a pleasant surprise for VIO.

At half-past three in the afternoon, she changed into the sports coat requested by her flying teacher, Lady Hodge, and walked down the steps to the field in front of the door, on a flat lawn opposite, where the rest of the Slytherin were already waiting.

Vio walked towards them, a breeze blew, the grass under his feet slightly waved, and at the end of the lawn, there was a black forest, and from a distance, a few trees on the edge swayed in the wind, like an old friend beckoning.

Twenty brooms were already on the floor, and she looked around attentively, and Hermione threw a knowing smile at her.

Soon Mrs. Hodge arrived, and she had short boyish hair, dark gray, like a thick layer of frost. But her yellow eyes were more divine, like the eyes of an eagle.

"Alright, now, it's time for class. She gestured succinctly and forcefully, "Everyone stands next to a broomstick." Hurry, hurry, hurry. ”

Vio lowered his head to look at his flying broomstick, the handle of which was wrapped in brass and coded, and the number dents were smoothed out to a certain extent, and it seemed to have a long history. She heard Mrs. Hodge shout in front of her: "Stretch out your right hand, put it over the broom handle, and say, 'Get up!'"

"Get up!" shouted everyone present.

Vio slowed down a beat and didn't move. Draco next to her was already showing Crabbe and Goyle the broomstick he had jumped up to, and Harry's broom jumped into his hand as soon as possible.

Hermione, however, was not so lucky, her broom was rolling around on the ground, and she just wouldn't get up. The Gryffindor kid next to her, Neville, seemed to be having a hard time, having just been teased by his grandmother's owl in the morning with a memory ball, and now he couldn't call his broomstick.

Mrs. Hodge seemed to have anticipated this situation, and did not care whether or not they called the broomstick, but went on to demonstrate how to ride the broomstick without sliding off her head. She walked up and down the line, correcting their grip hand by hand.

Unexpectedly, Draco was criticized for saying that his gestures had been wrong, and his face turned even whiter with anger, and Vio watched with amusement. You know, ever since he learned that he was going to take flying lessons, he often trumpeted how good his flying skills were in the common room.

Mrs. Hodge looked at it for a while, clapped her hands and motioned for everyone to stop and look at her, "Okay, as soon as I whistle, you can kick the ground hard and get off the ground." Be forceful. Hold the broom steady, rise a few feet, then lean forward slightly, drop vertically back to the ground, and begin—one-two-three-"

Vio clutches on to her broom, wondering if she'll fall off it, when Neville solves the problem for her. He was too nervous, for fear that he would fall behind, so he kicked hard and rushed into the sky before Mrs. Huo Qi blew the whistle.

"Come back, child!" cried out Mrs. Hooch, but Neville's face turned white with horror, and it was hard to tell if Mrs. Hodge's voice had left any impression on his mind.

He rode the broomstick like champagne and soared into the sky—twelve-foot—twenty-foot, and it didn't last long, when he slid limply off one side of the broomstick and fell to the ground with a "thud" like a bomb.

Mrs. Hooch rushed over and saw Neville lying on the ground huddled in a ball. She bent down to look down at Neville, her face as pale as his. "Broken wrist. It's okay, kid, can you still stand up?"

She turned to the other students in the class and said, "I'm going to take this child to the hospital, you all stay where you are, no one is allowed to move, put all the broomsticks on the ground, or you'll be kicked out of Hogwarts before you see Quidditch!"

With that, she helped Neville, who was limping, to leave.