"Why?" It took a long time for Snape to ask the question

Dumbledore pushed his eyes and said to Snape with a calm face: "You know, the enemy has always been in the shadows, there is an old saying in Huaxia, it is easy to dodge the open gun and difficult to defend against the dark arrow, it is better to let him take the initiative to come out, we can get rid of him more effectively"

"But you shouldn't involve Nick Merlor, it makes it dangerous"

In the face of Snape's questioning, Dumbledore sighed: "Nick has also lived for a long time, he has taken many things lightly, and his tone is always infinitely worried about it as it is better to leave early"

"That's not supposed to let him into the school, there are so many kids here"

"The children are not his target, his target is Severus, the Philosopher's Stone, if you have to worry, keep an eye on him, don't let him make too much noise, and if there is anything you can do to the north for help"

"North? The descendant of the Northern Family? ”

Dumbledore nodded: "Yes, the heir of the northern family, the power of the northern family is very strong, according to the records of the headmaster's secret books, the fifth sage of the north kicked Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin with one kick, and they didn't have time to use their face magic."

"I don't believe it"

"When you become the headmaster, you will know, this secret is protected by magic, I can't tell you a lot of details, I can only tell you that she can help you, don't deal with me I'm old, why can't you be nice to Harry, it's still the same as the one who doesn't want to enter, it will make him misunderstand"

The flesh on Snape's face twitched for a moment, as if he was struggling internally, and finally turned around and said "I'll take care of my own business" and walked away.

After Snape left, only Dumbledore and Fawkes were left in the headmaster's room, and a group of magically shielded portraits, Dumbledore teased Fawkes: "Fawkes, you feel the fluctuation of your tail feathers, don't you?"

"Chirp..."

"Yes, just like the man back then, he has extraordinary talent and ambition, and he is eager to express his desires, but their choices are still a little different, and the atmosphere of Gryffindor may bring about change."

"Chirp..."

Fox flew to Dumbledore's shoulder and pecked Dumbledore's ear, "Chirp..."

"Do you want to play with the dragon of the north?"

Fox tilted his head in thought, then shook his head, "Chirp..."

"If you don't want to go, forget it, there is more time for the two of you to meet sooner or later, as long as you don't fight"

"Wow," Fawkes flew back to his cage unhappy

Dumbledore smiled, put his eyes on and began to read, his memory is not very good when he is older, but he still likes to eat sweets, Dumbledore pinched a cockroach and piled it up and threw it into his mouth, making Fawkes and a group of portraits look disgusted.

The days passed slowly, and soon it was time for the first flying lesson, and wizard families would more or less use some children's versions of small brooms for their children when they were children, this kind of thing is a small magic toy, which does not need the magic power of children, and they have a safe and stable speed and a very low flight altitude from the ground, but the broom needs more than that.

It's a refusal to sit on a broomstick.,There's no two seats for this thing.,Okay.,Okay.

So in the first flying lesson, North decisively squatted in the corner of the wall with a turnip in his mouth, watching the Gryffindor lion cubs clash with the baby snakes. At half-past three that afternoon, Harry, Ron, and the other Gryffindor students, along with the Intruder, hurried down the steps to the field in front of the door to prepare for their first flying lesson. It was a clear, breezy day, and the grass waved slightly under their feet as they walked briskly down the sloping grass toward a flat lawn across the field. On the other side of the lawn was the forest, and in the distance the dark trees swayed in the wind.

The Slytherin students were already there, and twenty broomsticks were neatly laid out on the ground. Harry had heard Fred and Jorca Weasley complain about the broomsticks at school, some of which would shiver when you flew too high, and others that would always tilt slightly to the left.

Their teacher, Mrs. Hodge, came. She has short gray hair and two yellow eyes, like the eyes of an eagle.

"Okay, what are you all waiting for?" She snapped, "Everybody stands next to a broomstick. Hurry, hurry, hurry. ”

Harry glanced down at his broomstick, which was worn and old, with branches poking out in all directions.

"Stretch out your right hand and put it over the broomstick," called Mrs. Hooch in front, "and say, 'Get up!'"

"Get up!" Everyone shouted.

Harry's broomsticks jumped into his hands at once, but there were only a handful of such obedient brooms. Hermione. Granger's broom just rolled on the ground, and Neville's broom didn't move at all. Harry thought to himself, maybe a broomstick, like a horse, can see the timidity in you. Neville's voice trembled slightly, a clear indication that he wanted to be on the ground.

In the eyes of the north, the performance of the intruders is also good, and the broom can be firmly in their hands, how can this kind of talent also be the benefit of the magic elite traverser?

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 heard her criticize Malfoy for not doing things right. I couldn't help but be secretly happy.

"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-"

However, Neville was too nervous to be left on the ground, so he kicked hard and flew up without waiting for the whistle to touch Mrs. Hooch's lips.

"Come back, kid!" Mrs. Hodge shouted, but Neville went straight up like a cork spewing out of a bottle—twelve—twenty feet. Harry saw his frightened, pale face looking at the ground that was speeding away below, and saw him slide off the side of the broomstick with his mouth wide open, and then—thud—a fall, a thud, 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.

The North knew it must have hurt now, and despite a moment of panic, Neville was taken away by Mrs. Hodge, leaving behind a group of babies.

A sharp-eyed Malfoy walked over to the edge of the grass and picked up Neville's memory orb.

To be continued