The most anticipated flight lesson for the students began.

Professor Rolanda Hodge was the teacher who taught them the lesson, and although the teaching tools were much behind the latest broomsticks, the freshmen were still in high spirits.

They can't wait to fly into the sky, and perhaps it will be a rare experience to shuttle between the white clouds.

Dozens of broomsticks are neatly arranged on the ground, but they are so old that even the branches on the tail are scattered, and some of the brooms in the upper grades will shiver when you fly too high, and some will always tilt slightly to the left.

In short, it's just a lot of faults.

However, the new Gryffindors were still excited, as this was their first time flying into the sky.

Mrs. Hodge came, with short gray hair and yellow eyes, like the eyes of an eagle. Presumably, such a teacher can make their flight safer.

"It's time for class, boys!" Mrs. Hodge stood in the middle, and she said sharply, "What are you waiting for, I know your family is itching. Everyone stood next to a broomstick. Hurry, hurry, hurry. ”

Sephiroth stood next to a broomstick, unsure if he would succeed in waiting, because he didn't have much interest in flying, so even though he was from a pure-blood family, he had never flown a broomstick.

Moreover, he must not want to fly into the sky on this broomstick that seems to be ready to disintegrate in the sky at any moment.

If these brooms had been replaced with Muggle planes, their maintainers would not have allowed such an old and dilapidated plane to take off.

Unfortunately, the wizards of Hogwarts don't care about safety or anything like that.

In fact, there is a professor who escorts these students, and even if they do fall off the broom, nothing can go wrong.

"Stretch out your right hand and place it over the broom handle." Mrs. Hooch shouted from the front, "and said: 'Get up!' ’”

"Get up!" Everyone shouted.

Sephiroth's broom rolled a little, but it didn't jump directly into his hand, he wasn't discouraged, he didn't care about talents like broomsticks, even if he didn't ride a broomstick all the time, he had a lot of ways to fly into the sky.

Mrs. Hodge then showed them how to mount a broomstick without slipping off their heads. She walked up and down the line, correcting their hand grips. Harry and Ron couldn't help but be secretly happy when they heard her criticize Malfoy for not doing things right.

Sephiroth couldn't help but shake his head, seeing how hard you usually blow, you really thought how well Draco flew, but you didn't even master the correct posture?

"All right, 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 - ! ”

Sephiroth kept an eye on Neville's look, but as nervous as he looked, he didn't rush to the skies like in the books.

Rather, Neville didn't want to fly into the sky at all if he could, and he would fly first because of nervousness, which was a strange story in itself. Seeing that his feet are trembling now, whether he can fly for a while is something to consider.

Looks like you need to help him.

Sephiroth rolled his eyes, secretly condensed his magic and erected a needle behind Neville's ass, and thrust it into Neville's end.

"Ahh Neville screamed before he could burst out of his throat because his tense body was suddenly stimulated, and his foot kicked violently and flew up.

"Come back, kid!" Mrs. Hooch shouted, but Neville went straight up like a cork squirting out of a bottle—twelve feet—twenty feet. Sephiroth's eyes were good, and he could clearly see his frightened, pale face looking at the ground that was speeding away below, and he saw him panting with his mouth wide open, sliding off the side of his broomstick, and then 'thud' and falling, with a violent impact, and Neville lay face down in the grass on the ground, huddled into a ball. His broomstick was still rising higher and higher, and then began to float slowly in the direction of the Forbidden Forest, disappearing.

Startled, Mrs. Hooch rushed over to check, and she bent down to look down at Neville's injuries, her face as pale as Neville's.

"Broken wrist." Sephiroth heard her whisper, "All right, child. It's okay, you get up. ”

She turned to the other students in the class and said, "I'll take this child to the hospital, and none of you are allowed to move!" Put the broomstick back in its place, or you'll be kicked out of the Hogwarts gates before you can say 'Quidditch'. Let's go, dear. ”

Neville had tears on his face, grabbed his wrists, and limped away with Mrs. Hooch. Mrs. Hodge put her arm around him.

"Look at that tear bag, look pitiful and stupid!"

As soon as they were gone, they couldn't hear when Malfoy let out a loud noise.

"Shut up, Malfoy." Parvati Patil snapped.

"Ho, protecting Longbottom?" Pansy Parkinson said that as Draco's fiancée, it was natural for her to support her fiancé. "I didn't expect you to like chubby little tear packs, Petyer."

"Look!" Malfoy said, rushing over to grab something on the grass, "It was given to him by the grandmother of the big fool Longbottom." ”

He held up the memory ball, which glistened in the sunlight.

Draco didn't know what Sephiroth was doing, but he knew what he was supposed to do at this time. Now that the professor is gone, isn't it the best opportunity?

"Bring it, Malfoy." Harry whispered. Everyone stopped talking and watched.

Draco grinned wickedly, and the impulsive savior had taken the bait.

"How about I put it somewhere, for Longbottom to pick it up and put it on a tree?"

"Bring it!" Harry shouted, but Malfoy had already jumped on his broomstick and taken off. His previous words were not bragging—he did fly well—he hovered parallel to the treetops of an oak tree, and cried out loudly; "Come and get it, Potter!"

Be angry, and then weep bitterly when you regret rejecting Slytherin's friendship!

Draco groaned inwardly as he winked at Sephiroth, no words to communicate, but he knew his friend would understand what he meant.

Harry got his wish, grabbing his broomstick and heading after Draco.

"No way!" Hermione Granger shouted, "Lady Hooch told us not to move, you're going to get us all in trouble." ”

Harry ignored her, the flames of anger burning his sanity. He mounted his broomstick and kicked the ground so hard that he ascended, the air whirring through his hair, his robes fluttering behind him. There was a sudden rush of ecstasy in his heart, realizing that he had discovered a skill that he could teach himself, so easy, so wonderful. He lifted the broomstick a little more, allowing it to fly higher. He heard the screams and pants of girls coming from her face, and Ron shouted in admiration.

He jerked the broom around and pointed it at Draco in the air, who looked taken aback, he didn't expect Harry to be able to control it so smoothly when he first came into contact with the broomstick.

It seems that Harry has some talent for this, but I can't lose. Draco said to himself in his heart.

"Bring it," Harry shouted, "or I'll knock you off the broom." ”

"Oh, is it? It's all about your three-legged cat's ability. Malfoy said.

He sneered, but with a nervous look on his face to seduce Harry.

Come on! Speed up, and fall here!

Draco turned his broom around and began to spspeed up, shouting at Harry, "Do you want it?" Come after me! ”

"Fence me off."

While everyone's attention was being drawn to it, Sephiroth lowered his voice and whispered to the people around him.

The surrounding Slytherins suddenly understood, and silently isolated the others from Sephiroth.

The show is about to begin!

As Draco expected, Harry wouldn't show his timidity in front of him, and would hold on even if he gritted his teeth. This was exactly what Draco wanted.

As the two of them continued to accelerate, they seemed to turn into two black shadows and entangled back and forth in the air.

Almost, if you continue like this, you may put yourself in it.

Dracomer calculated that the professor should be back soon, and it was time to pull out. Moreover, Harry's talent also made him secretly frightened, and it was only after a long time that he became familiar with the performance of the broomstick, and his skills rose rapidly, almost posing a threat to him.

"Here, see if you can catch it!" Draco let out a yell, throwing the orb high into the air before quickly landing on the ground.

"[Illusion Slate]!"

Under the cover of the people around him, Sephiroth aimed his wand at Harry Potter as he swooped down from the sky and whispered quietly.

Apparently no one around them had noticed this, and they were covering their mouths in concern as they watched Harry as he raced towards the orb, first as it rose and then swooped down against the ground.

Almost a vertical dive at an angle of more than 75 degrees......

Such a difficult maneuver is too dangerous for a freshman who has just come into contact with the broomstick.

An careless ...... No, even if you are careful, there is a great chance of breaking his neck.

By this time, Draco had returned to the ground, and he had abandoned his broomstick and stood in the middle of the Slytherin freshmen.

Harry held out his hand, one of his hands holding the broomstick, and the other aimed at the falling orb of memory.

Just as he was about to touch the memory ball, suddenly his upper body rose back high and came out of the broomstick. The broom vanished from under his crotch in an instant, and Harry tumbled into the lawn, crushing a lot of grass along the way, and Zuihou slipped into a lawn and wailed.

When he fell from the sky as if he had hit something, the students present could hardly bear to look at it anymore and stopped looking at it. Hermione screamed even more, closing her eyes tightly, not daring to look at the bloody scene that followed.

It wasn't until they heard him moan that Hermione and Ron rushed at him in a frenzy.

In order to avoid being detected by the [Flashback Pre-Spell] that it was his own hands and feet, Sephiroth immediately threw a few [Quick Recovery] to himself after that, so that even Dumbledore was helpless.

As for the [Regent's Thoughts], this kind of magic is a constructing soul body, and the Emperor has forbidden it in their minds from the beginning, so no one wants to peep into their thoughts.

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