On Thursday mornings, the auditorium was bustling.

The discussion of Quidditch trumps all other topics.

"It's damning," Harry said in frustration, "to fall to Malfoy on a broomstick." ”

"It's not certain that you're going to look foreign. "I know Malfoy always brags that he played Quidditch really well, but I bet he's just talking big." ”

Malfoy spent his days boasting about flying, complaining loudly that first-year students were not eligible to play on the House Quidditch team, and telling many long, boastful stories, which always ended with him narrowly dodging a Muggle helicopter.

Gawain really didn't understand how he managed to make his way through the unstable troposphere in stormy weather without being sent down to Faraday by a bolt of lightning.

But he's not alone.

Even Ron, who was willing to listen, would talk about one time when he was riding Charlie's broken broom and almost crashed into a hang glider.

In the afternoon, after Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class, the Gryffindor cubs walked out of the auditorium and walked towards the flight practice grounds.

Frankly, today is a good day to fly.

The weather was sunny and there was a light breeze, and as they walked briskly down the slightly sloping grass towards the lawn that was the field, the grass waved slightly under their feet, a little itchy, but very comfortable.

The Black Forbidden Forest is on the other side of the lawn.

They walked to the clearing where they were learning to fly, and the Slytherin students had apparently already arrived. They stood there neatly.

It's serious, as if it's about to have a fight.

"Hurry up! What are you waiting for! Everyone's pick a broom and stand next to it!" shouted Mrs. Hodge, who was in charge of teaching the flying lessons, helping everyone to get their feet in place.

She was in her forties, with short gray hair and yellow eyes as sharp as an eagle, and she looked very lean.

"Stretch out your right hand and put it over the broomstick," she shouted as she stood in front of everyone, "and said, 'Get up!'" The broom at her feet suddenly jumped up obediently and fell into her hand.

Gawain looked at her seventy-percent new comet, and then at the god-ghost model at his feet, and didn't even know if it could be considered a broomstick.

"Get up. ”

He didn't have much confidence to say.

Just as he imagined.

The broom rolled listlessly on the ground.

"Snort, Muggle. ”

There was a chuckle from the Slytherin, and Gawain looked at him fiercely, and the man shut. He remembered that the dark-skinned boy seemed to have the surname "Brace".

Gawain wasn't alone, though.

Even he's already good performers.

—at least his broom flicked a few times, not like Hermione's—and even though her face was red, it was like a stone, stinky and hard.

You shout, you can shout, if you move, I will lose.

While Mrs. Hooch was directing Slytherin, Gawain moved closer to Hermione and used her to block Malfoy's sneaky glances.

He crouched down and clamped the broom tightly with his right hand.

The broom shook vigorously in his hand.

“Khronos。 ”

Gao Wen exhaled the spell quietly, speeding up the time in his body by three percent, and suddenly his hand strength increased a lot.

He raised the broom in front of himself and commanded:

"Obey, or I'll break you. ”

"Gawain, you can't do that!

Hermione frowned in dissatisfaction, but before she could finish her sentence, she noticed that the broom had become surprisingly well-behaved, and it was obediently attached to Gawain's palm.

"You see, they're all like this, they're just bullying the weak and fearing the hard. Gawain gestured with his hands, and at the same time quietly withdrew the inherent acceleration.

It had only been a few seconds before he felt a sense of exhaustion welling up, as if he had just run a few kilometers.

A minute later.

Naturally, the broom in Hermione's hand became honest as well. Although her strength is not that great, it is clear that there are two of them, a total of four hands.

She stood on tiptoe and looked at the plaza with a relieved expression, and even Harry and Ron felt confident.

- Because since just now, Mrs. Hodge has been accusing Malfoy of holding the broom in the wrong way.

"Nervous like an orangutan clutching corn. ”

Ron whispered to Mrs. Hooch.

"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-"

But Neville seemed too worried that he would be left behind, so he ran ahead of time. He kicked the ground hard, almost vertically into the sky!

"Oops!"

Gawain soon realizes that Neville's broom is completely out of control.

It's going straight up.

He looked at Mrs. Hooch, only to find her shouting "Come back, child!" in a panic, and threw her broom on the ground without taking out her wand.

The excess was like a vegetable salad at a hearty Christmas dinner party – everyone knew it was there, but no one thought it would be of any use.

Neville flew faster and faster in the sky.

At least twelve feet tall.

The handle of his broom tilts forward, and at any moment it can crash into the tower or wing of the castle, breaking his head and bleeding.

"The spell can't reach it!"

Gawain made a judgment in an instant, stepped on the broom in his hand, and took off with a fierce kick. But his tattered broom was slow, not to mention catching up with Neville, and it was difficult to even fly in a straight line.

"Damn," Gawain cursed fiercely.

A very bold idea came to his mind.

- He needs to fly.

Without the help of a broom, fly quickly.

Gawain pulled out his left leg and slammed his kneeling on one leg instead of riding on a broomstick, taking out his wand with his right hand and pointing at him.

“Arresto Momentum！”

“Khronos Double Accel！”

Then he stomped on the handle of the broomstick and jumped up with great speed, his wand pointing downwards.

“Expulso！”

“Expulso！”

“Expulso！”

Gao Wen concentrated and continued to release the spell of "Flying Sand and Stones" under him, adjusting his direction and quickly approaching Neville.

This spell was discovered in the library and emitted a blue flame that caused an almost explosive effect on the target.

Corresponding to the power, it is extremely difficult!

Gawain had practiced many times, and now he was only able to achieve the same level of effect as a desk or chair.

But now, in just a few seconds, the time in Gao Wen's body is in a state of twice the speed!

The mysterious spell brought him not only an innate acceleration that allowed him to squeeze his body's potential to a greater extent, bursting out with power that was close to, or even beyond the limits of his body, but also that he was able to use the time he could perceive the outside world for twice as long!

This is not a simple multiplier, but an exponential increase with more possibilities and higher limits.

Under the extremely sensitive perception, the blood surges in the body, the roar echoes between the eardrums, and the body temperature soars rapidly.

He feels like he can do anything!

Another flash of blue fire flashed, and he was only two or three feet away from Neville.

It's the distance that the spell can reach.

"Arresto Momentum!"

The silver aura, as he had hoped, hit Neville, stopping him in mid-air as he was about to be thrown off by the broom. Gawain, on the other hand, tore off his cloak and pointed his wand at "Akus!".

Even if the spell is inaccurate.

Even if his metamorphosis is not skilful.

But now he can definitely do it.

He had to do it!

Gawain racked his brains to imagine in his mind.

A rope.

To reduce the pressure, it is black, the material is cloth, the length is six feet as long as possible, and there is nothing in the grain, decoration, etc.

It seemed that the next moment he had completed his imagination, a cloud of light bloomed at the tip of his wand, and the cloak in his hand had turned into a rope.

"Go!"

He threw it out with all his might, slammed it over Neville, and tugged hard in his direction, then pointed his wand behind him in reverse.

“Expulso！”

In a tired and uncontrollable moment to close his eyelids, he shouted the last spell with difficulty.

Momentum took Gawain, along with Neville, who was floating towards him, and slammed it into the nearby platform.

"It's good that someone has a cushion. ”

With a last thought, he fainted.

When Gawain woke up again, he was already in bed.

The back of the bed is slightly raised, and the snow-white sheets and mattresses are very clean, with the aroma of sunlight and the faint smell of laundry detergent.

Only this time he was no stranger.

This is the school hospital, there is no doubt about it.

But the man waiting at his bedside was not the gentle Madam Pomfrey, but Dumbledore in a silver wizard's robe. He was sitting against the bed next to him, holding a small jar in his hand.

This time, Gawain really couldn't understand the principal's taste.

- There are a lot of cockroaches in the jar, the kind that moves.

"Oh, Gawain, you're awake. Dumbledore's beard shook, "Would you like to try it?" this is Duke Honey's new product, and they sent me some first. ”

He handed the jar to Gawain.

PS: Sorry for the pacing issue in the previous chapter. Some book friends reacted too bluntly, and I do feel the same way, because I think too much about wiring, and I will modify it as quickly as possible.