Seeing that little Fleken made a move, Morgan was also a little anxious, although he had always believed in little Fracken's ability, but this was still a kitten, and he had never fought at all.

As soon as little Fracken attacked the purple turban Ron, Morgan pressed his glasses and said to Harry, "I forgot something in the dorm, I'll go back and get it, and if I'm late, please take a leave of absence for me." ”

With that, Morgan hurried out.

Looking at Morgan's anxious look, Harry really thought that Morgan had forgotten to bring his things, so he nodded, ready to help Morgan ask for one.

At this time, George and Fred also came back from suppressing the stupid brother, and when they saw the background of Morgan's dissipation, they asked there.

"What did Morgan do?"

"He said he had something he forgot in the dorm room, went back and got it, and said that if he was late, let me help him ask for a leave."

George and Fred glanced at each other, and there was a look of excitement in their eyes, this is going to make trouble, how can they not call themselves to do something.

George winked at Fred, who immediately understood, and he crouched down holding his stomach, "Oops, I ate something bad, no, my stomach is upset." ”

"Fred, what's wrong with you, don't scare me." George hurriedly helped Fred, "Quick, I'll send you to the medical wing." ”

With that, George helped Fred and walked away quickly.

After George and the others were gone, the suppressed Ron walked out, his face covered with sugar by George and Fred, especially his eyes.

Ron tore the sugar liquid from his eyelids and said, "George, you're waiting, huh, Harry, what about them?" ”

"Morgan went back to the dorm, Fred had a stomachache, and George helped him to the medical wing."

"What kind of stomach pain, they must have run away, don't run if they have the ability, see if I don't beat them all down."

Ron's clamour, George and Fred couldn't have heard it.

The two of them raced towards the Gryffindor common room.

However, Gryffindor's common room is located on the eighth floor of Gryffindor Tower, and their location is relatively far from there, so it takes a long time to walk from the fireplace outside Hogwarts on the normal road.

The two can only run to get along.

And Morgan, who left one step earlier, was not so troublesome.

During this time, Morgan conducted a lot of research in addition to the Golden Flyer drone.

When he rushed to the dormitory, Morgan had already taken out his new work from his backpack, something that looked like a box.

When the box was opened, it was filled with strips of wood that had been split into three pieces and what looked like balls of cloth.

Morgan ran and put the sticks together, then wrapped the cloth-like stuff around the stick.

In this way, a simple broomstick was made.

This is the method that Morgan learned from the book "Making the Broomstick Fly", which explains how the first broomsticks were made.

At that time, the broomstick did not have so many functions and means, and only had the ability to fly.

But the production is also quite simple, and ordinary witches and witches can make their own.

It's not like the current broomsticks at all, each one is a specially selected branch, and there is a special magic treatment, so that it can fly.

Morgan used the oldest way to make such a simple flying broomstick, and the requirements are actually not high, that is, to make the broom fly.

This is a loophole in the Hogwarts school rules, which prohibit first-year students from bringing broomsticks, but there is absolutely no first-year student who is not allowed to make their own.

As for speed, don't worry about this, generally speaking, first-year students can't make that kind of high-speed broomstick.

As for Morgan, it was an exception to the exception, and after he had put together a simple broomstick, he rolled over and rode up, rushing out of the hallway and heading out the window.

As Morgan flew like this, Filch, the administrator, came out of nowhere, waving his hand and shouting loudly, "Don't ride a broomstick in the hallway." ”

"This isn't a broomstick, this is ...... Mop, right, flying mop. ”

Morgan didn't reply to that, and flew out of the window.

As he flew forward, more and more Golden Flyer-type drones gathered around him.

Morgan has a total of only twenty-four fighter planes, half of which have been sent to the dormitory just now, and now the remaining half of the fighters and attack planes are mainly flying, and a large number of scout planes have begun to explore various routes for Morgan.

Three transport planes followed Morgan, and as soon as he had a problem with the broomstick, the three transport planes would immediately rush up, using their own transport capacity to ensure that Morgan would not fall off the broomstick.

With the escort of the Golden Flyer drone, Morgan easily flew to the eighth floor of the Gryffindor Building.

He found a balcony and dropped it, placing his simple broomstick on the balcony and pulling out his wand.

At this time, three more transport planes flew from nearby, and under these three transport planes hung wooden boxes about one meter long.

As the transporter fell, Morgan pointed his wand at the three wooden chests, which opened and poured out a large number of armor parts.

This is not the armor that Morgan drew from the last big turntable, but something he made himself by learning to construct the body and disassembling the armor he got last time.

Although this thing does not have its own intelligence and super combat power like the armor and statues in Hogwarts Castle, this thing can only be combined by itself and make a few movements.

But that's enough for Morgan, who needs a meat shield to stand in the way of the front.

As for whether it can be made into that kind of intelligent armor in the future, Morgan is not worried at all.

He had already dismantled about 700 pairs of wizard chess, and he already knew why the pieces of wizard chess were wise, and now it was an experiment.

After assembling the armor with his wand, Morgan opened the door and rushed out with the armor and the Golden Flyer-type drone.

At this time, the painting of the fat lady was removed, and Ron, who was holding his head in both hands, rushed out of it, followed by six fighter jet-type Golden Flyer drones.

Seeing this situation, Morgan couldn't help but sigh, just now he was only concerned about flying, and didn't pay attention to the situation in the dormitory, how did this purple turban Ron escape, little Fletcen is fine.