The first flying lesson was rather unsmooth, as Lady Hooch had each of the little wizards straddle the broomsticks, wait for her whistle, kick the ground and fly slowly, but Neville flew into the sky with the broom before he could hear the whistle.

Ignoring Lady Hooch's yelling on the ground, Neville just couldn't control the broom and went on a rampage through the sky, even crashing into the castle walls several times.

In a classroom near the window of the castle, it was the second-year students of Sherlock and the others who were reading Flitwick's second-year Charms class, and Flitwick stood on a high chair, instructing the second-year students on the wisdom wand movements of low- and medium-difficulty spells, and the correct pronunciation of spells.

"So the last syllable should be ...... 'a', come and read the 'a' with me!"

“a！”

"Ahh

Flitwick was stunned for a moment, someone was making trouble in his class, and the obviously concise 'a' turned into a series of screams, and Flitwick's eyes swept back and forth over the students, trying to find the troublesome student.

"Okay...... Although I don't know who it is? But it's better not to go on like this, just read along......"

"Ahhhh......h Help me...... Help me! ”

Flitwick was so angry that he nearly broke his own wand.

"Help? Well, whoever it is, I hope that particularly mischievous student had better come forward, or no one will be able to save you if you really have to shout for help later. ”

Flitwick was furious.

Sherlock sighed and asked Professor Flitwick to look outside.

Outside, Neville was still flying around on the broom that seemed to be malfunctioning, and Flitwick was scrambling to the window, muttering, 'Poor boy, poor little one.' ’

However, the distance was too far away, and the broom's speed was too fast, and Flitwick was somewhat powerless about it, and if he had stood still, he could have saved Neville with a spell.

Sherlock took out his wand, there was no way that there was a first-year student outside, flying around with a wand yelling, don't expect this class to be completed quietly, although Sherlock felt that Flitvier had the most boring class at Hogwarts when he was in Charms.

It's not that Flitwick is poorly taught, it's that Sherlock himself has more knowledge and theory of charms than Flitwick.

"Magical Hands!"

Sherlock used a spell of his own making, and Neville, who was still screaming in the sky, immediately felt as if his whole person was being held by a large transparent hand that could not be seen, and even this broom was on a rampage, but it could not break out of the grasp of this invisible hand.

Slowly, Neville was pulled by Sherlock's magical hand and pulled him through the air into Flitwick's classroom.

When he entered the classroom through the window, Neville looked around at the seniors who were a year senior to him, and immediately lowered his head in shame, maybe he was the only freshman who had caused such a big mess in flight lessons for so many years.

"Very good, this is obviously another new spell, Slytheringa ten!"

Flitwick slapped his face in delight, and Neville realized that it was Sherlock who had come to his rescue.

This was the first time Neville had come so close to Sherlock, and as soon as he looked up, he could see the other party's handsome face and that kind of imposing momentum.

"Thank you...... Thank...... Thank...... Thank...... Thank! ”

Neville didn't know if it was because he was afraid, or if it was the first time he was so close to Sherlock and felt excited, the second-year Gryffindor thanked Sherlock for saving Neville, and at the same time moved a chair for Neville to sit down, so as not to always look frightened, the second-year Gryffindor has been taking classes with Sherlock for a year, so naturally he will not be as unbearable as Neville.

On the ground, Mrs. Hodge and the others saw Neville drift to the second-grade classroom, and she immediately thought that someone had rescued Neville, and Mrs. Hodge ordered the first-year freshmen not to move, while she herself hurried to the interior of the castle to find Neville.

Draco scoffed at the way Neville loved flying in the sky.

"Do you see that face, that stupid big man?" The other Slytherin students chimed in.

"Shut up, Malfoy." Parvatipetil snapped.

"Ho, protecting Longbottom?" Pansy Parkinson said she was a Slytherin girl.

"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.

"Bring it, Malfoy." Harry whispered.

Everyone stopped talking and watched.

Malfoy grinned.

"How about I put it somewhere, and let Longbottom pick it up—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!"

Harry grabbed his broomstick.

"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 blood rattled his eardrums. He mounted his broomstick and kicked the ground hard, and he ascended, the air whirring through his hair, his robes fluttering behind him—and he felt 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 Malfoy in the air. Malfoy looked taken aback.

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

"Oh, really?" Malfoy said. He wanted to laugh, but the expression on his face was nervous.

Sherlock, who had just rescued Neville from the sky, turned around and saw Harry and Malfoy riding brooms in the sky, playing with you chasing me and playing......

Sherlock was speechless about this, and Mrs. Hooch, who had come to find Neville, saw this scene from the window, and she was so angry that she screamed that she would punish the two freshmen severely.