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Harry had thought that Dadri was annoying enough, but who would have thought that after meeting Jago Malf, it turned out that this guy was even more annoying than Dadry. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The first-year Greenington students only had pharmacy classes with the Schlindlin students, so there wasn't much chance of a head-on confrontation with Malf.

At least until you see the notice pinned to the Greenington common room.

The announcement made everyone hate it: flight training classes would begin on Thursday, which meant that Greenington students would have classes with Slindlin.

"It's that again!" Harry pouted, "That's exactly what I want, it's just that sitting on a big broom in front of Malf makes me feel a bit like a fool." ”

Harry wanted to learn fast diss faster than anyone else.

"I don't know if you're going to look like a fool when you sit up," Wu Mo said, "but, as far as I know, Malf has always been proud of his fast dis, and I bet he's definitely bragging about himself again now." ”

Malf was indeed talking about his upcoming flight training lesson.

He complained loudly that the first-year imps were not qualified to join the House Flight Training Team, and he told it for a long time, and of course he did not forget to put gold in his face, and he blew the story of how he escaped from the helicopter with fast dis.

In fact, Malf was not the only one who boasted of his flying experience, and Seamus Fanny went around telling people that he had roamed over the fields on a broom when he was a child.

Ron also babbled on about how often he used Charlie's old broom to glide around.

Almost every kid from the Witchcraft family talks about Fast Dis.

Ron had already had a debate with his dorm mate, Dean Thomas, about football.

Ron really can't figure out what's so exciting about a football game, more than two dozen people, a ball, and not allowed to fly, how boring!

Ron even tried to persuade Dean to leave the Ham football team.

As for Wu Mo, he doesn't feel very good about this kind of flying broomstick, and he always feels stupid to ride on it, like an old witch in a movie.

He has wings to fly and doesn't need such a thing.

Nivelle hadn't ever sat on a broom once since he was so old, because his grandmother never allowed him to go near any of them.

Wu Mo thinks that Grandma Neville's decision is extremely wise, everyone knows it, Neville is a person who will have a lot of accidents when he walks on the ground, who dares to let him go to heaven?

Hermione was just as nervous as Neville.

Because this kind of practical work is not easier than memorizing knowledge from books, and she has never flown before.

At breakfast on Thursday, Hermione decided to pass on the flying skills she had learned from a book called Fast Dis to her classmates.

Her decision annoyed everyone to death.

Neville listened so intently that he didn't spare a word.

He wished it would help him sit firmly on his broomstick.

At this point the owl postman arrived, and Hermione's tirade had to be interrupted, much to everyone's relief.

Harry hadn't received anything else since he received Hagley's letter.

Malf noticed this right away.

His owl often whispered packets of candy to him from home, and every time he was in a state of vigour, he would pour them onto the table.

Neville's owl brought him a small package from his grandmother.

Neville excitedly opened it and saw that it was a marbled glass ball filled with mysterious white smoke.

"Ah, it's the Ball of Memory!" Neville excitedly announced, "Grandma knows I love to forget things, so she gave me this!" If I forget something, this ball will remind me. Look, just hold on to it tightly if it turns red."

He was taken aback as the memory ball suddenly glowed a dazzling red: "You forgot to do something!" ”

Neville wondered desperately, what had he forgotten to do?

At this time, Jegao Marff happened to pass by their table and snatched the memory ball in his hand.

Harry and Ron jumped up immediately, they had already wanted to beat up Malve, but Professor McConaughey was faster than the two of them, and suddenly appeared.

"What happened?"

"Malf snatched my memory ball!"

Malf made a strange gesture and threw the ball back on the table.

"You can't even look at it!" He threw down such a sentence and swaggered away.

Two of his best friends, Cleber and Goyle, also hurried to follow.

To be honest, Wu Mo really doesn't like a kid like Malf, if he has the opportunity, he really wants to beat this guy hard, so that this guy understands not to be so arrogant.

At half past three in the afternoon, Wu Mo, Harry, Ron, and the rest of the students were excited or bored to prepare for their first flight training lesson.

They ran down the stairs and across the meadows to the outside of the Forbidden Forest.

Today's weather is really good, clear and refreshing, the green grass on the grass is slightly rippling, gently brushing their ankles, making people feel very comfortable.

Not far away, the trees in the Forbidden Forest were also swaying in the wind.

Schlindlin's students have already arrived.

Twenty large brooms were neatly placed on the ground.

Harry had heard Fred and George Wesley complain about the poor quality of the big brooms in the school.

They say that some brooms will tremble when you fly high in the air, and some brooms will always go to the left.

At this time, their teacher, Mrs. Husch, came.

She has short gray hair.

Her yellow eyes were as sharp as an eagle's eyes.

"Hey, what are you doing standing there in a daze?" She exclaimed, "Stand by the broom for me!" Hurry, hurry! ”

Wu Mo looked down at his broom.

It's so old, and there are many branches sticking out, and this is the first time he's seen such an ugly broom.

However, in order to complete the task, he can only endure it temporarily, and besides, he has no money, even if he wants to buy a broom for himself, it seems unlikely.

"Stretch your right hand over the broom," said Mrs. Husch, standing at the front of the procession, and then cried out, "Get up!" ”

"Get up!" Everyone shouted in unison.

Wu Mo and Harry's broomsticks jumped into their hands immediately.

Other students are not as handy as they are.

Hermione Grenzo's broom just rolled on the ground, and Neville's broom didn't move.

Probably riding a broom is similar to riding a horse, if you are afraid first, the horse will not accept you to ride, and the same is true for brooms, Wu Mo has never ridden a horse, but he has heard people talk about it.

Neville muttered under his breath that he would rather walk on the ground on his feet than fly in the sky on a broomstick.

Mrs. Husch gave a demonstration of how to ride a broom and taught them how not to slide down because they could not sit on the broom.

To be continued.