"Hagrid!" Harry said, "The day the Gringotts break-in happened to be my birthday, and it's likely that we happened to be there when it happened!" There was no doubt that Hagrid did not dare to look Harry in the eye this time. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 He only snorted, and handed Harry another rock skin cake.

When Lin Yiyan and the three of them walked back to the castle for dinner, their pockets were heavily filled with rock skin cakes, and out of politeness, they were embarrassed to refuse. Harry kept talking about the Gringotts theft on the road, and told Lin Yiyan his analysis.

"Your worries are unnecessary, study hard, don't think about nonsense." Lin Yiyan taught while throwing away the rock skin cake with Ron.

"Yi Yan is right, it's not for you and me to worry about, this damn cake, my teeth are about to fall out." Ron grumbled.

"Won't we be sorry for Hagrid if we do this?" Harry asked as he squeezed out the bread and threw it away.

"Do you eat this as a meal, Merlin is on top, you don't want to pull teeth, do you?" Ron joked.

"Let's go, I'm a little hungry." Lin Yiyan said.

"Don't go so fast, you two wait for me." Harry shouted.

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In the days that followed, Lin Yiyan began to enjoy this rare magical campus life with peace of mind, and with the help of T-X2, Lin Yiyan didn't have to run to the library often, just choose his favorite books to read. Later, during a free time, Lin Yiyan came to Dumbledore's office and asked Professor Dumbledore for a request to borrow any book in the library at any time.

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, but nodded happily in agreement. In this way, Lin Yiyan can borrow any book he wants to read. After all, there are a lot of books that first-year freshmen can't read, and with Dumbledore's nod, everything is much easier. Even if it is the so-called forbidden book area, Lin Yiyan can walk in boldly and confidently.

In this way, Lin Yiyan had a lot of time to do other things, and at the same time, in his free time, Lin Yiyan began a new round of practice of casting spells without fighting and silently. On the other hand, because of Malfoy's existence, Lin Yiyan and Ron had to listen to Harry complain at least a few times a day.

However, since the first-year Gryffindors only took Snape's classes with the Slytherin students, they didn't have too much to endure. At least at first. Then one day, they noticed a notice posted in the Gryffindor common room, and they all sighed when they read it. Flying lessons are going on Thursday - Gryffindor students are going to be in class with Slytherin students.

"It's bad luck," Harry said dejectedly, "and as I expected. Riding a broomstick in front of Malfoy. ”

"Trust me, you're going to do great." Lin Yiyan said cheerfully.

"It's not certain that you're going to look foreign." Ron said sensibly, "I know that Malfoy guy always shows off and says he's a great Quidditch, but I bet he's just talking big." ”

"I really can't see that you would say such intelligent words, I thought you didn't know anything except eating and sleeping." Lin Yiyan said sarcastically.

"You, are you saying I'm a pig?" Ron said with a red face.

"No, we're good friends, how could I say that kind of thing, it's you who want to be crooked." Lin Yiyan said with a look on his face, I definitely didn't mean that.

"He's telling the truth, you eat more than the two of us combined." Harry said appropriately.

"You guys, you don't let people eat, and you don't eat you, what do you feel sorry for?" Ron muttered.

Everyone from the wizarding family talked a lot about Quidditch, and Ron had already had a big fight with his dorm mate, Dean Thomas, over a game of football. Ron didn't understand the excitement of a game like this with only one ball in the whole court and no one could fly. Both Lin and Harry had bumped into Ron poking his hand at Dean's West Ham poster, as if trying to get the players moving.

Neville had never touched a broomstick in his life, because his grandmother never let him get close to it. Lin Yiyan privately felt that his grandmother's approach was very wise, even if Neville honestly stepped on the ground with both feet, he could always cause endless accidents, which was really surprising.

When it comes to flying, Hermione Granger is almost as nervous as Neville. It's a skill you can't read in a book and memorize by heart—it's not like she hasn't tried it, but unfortunately she failed. At breakfast Thursday morning, she choked them by chanting to them some of the flying instructions she had seen from a library of Quidditch origins. Only Neville listened intently to every word she spoke, hoping to hear something useful that would help him sit firmly on his broomstick. Still, when the postman arrives to interrupt Hermione's monologue, the others are very happy.

"Thankfully, I can finally have breakfast with peace of mind." Lin Yiyan sighed while drinking cereal porridge. After hearing this, Hermione glared at Lin Yiyan angrily, if her eyes could kill a person, Lin Yiyan probably wouldn't see the sun tomorrow. (Is it possible?) ）

An owl brought him a small package from Neville's grandmother. Neville excitedly opened it and showed everyone a glass ball the size of a marble, which seemed to be filled with white smoke.

"It's a memory ball!" He explained, "Grandma knows that I always have no memory – she will tell you if there is something I forgot to do. Look, you hold it tightly, like this, if it turns red—oh" He straightened his face as the ball of memory suddenly glowed red, "you just forgot something." ”

"Hold on to it, Neville, watch out for Malfoy." Lin Yiyan wiped his lips with a napkin and said.

"Oh, got it." Neville replied casually and desperately remembered what he had forgotten, just as Draco Malfoy passed by Gryffindor's table and jerked out to snatch Neville's memory orb. It's a pity that due to Lin Yiyan's reminder, Neville grabbed the ball tightly, and the two became in a state of pulling.

Harry and Ron leapt to their feet, and for some reason, they were somewhat hoping to beat Malfoy. However, Professor McGonagall was always more keenly aware of the mess than any other teacher, and she showed up in the blink of an eye.

"What's going on?"

"Malfoy wants to steal my memory ball, Professor."

"Slytherin deducted five points." Professor McGonagall said with a grimace. Malfoy's face was gloomy and he slipped away in a hurry.

At half past three that afternoon, Lin Yiyan and Harry, Ron, and the other Gryffindor students 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 blackened trees swayed in the wind.

The Slytherin students were already there, and there were twenty or so broomsticks neatly placed on the ground. Lin Yiyan had heard the Weasley twins complain to Harry about how bad the broomsticks were at school.

Speaking of which, Lin Yiyan is no stranger to flying, from the anti-gravity shoes at the beginning to the later IS, they are inseparable from flying. In Lin Yiyan's mind, as long as you ride a broom and don't press the balls to ensure the comfort of the balls, there shouldn't be much of a problem.

Just as Lin Yiyan was glancing at the broom beside him, their teacher, Mrs. Huo Qi, came. She has short gray hair and two yellow eyes, like the eyes of an eagle.

"Okay, what are you all grinding about?" She snapped, "Everybody stands next to a broomstick. Hurry, hurry, hurry. Lin Yiyan glanced down at his flying broomstick, it was worn and old, and some branches poked out horizontally.

"Stretch out your right hand and place it above the broomstick," called Madame Hooch in front, "and say, 'Get up!'" ’”

"Get up!" Everyone shouted.

Lin Yiyan could clearly feel that his spiritual power extended downward, connected with the broom, and then flew directly into his hand. Except for Harry, who is as successful as Lin Yiyan, the performance of the others is quite average. Ron's broom was only halfway down and fell, Hermione Granger's broom was just rolling on the ground, and Neville's broom didn't move at all.

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.

"Well, as soon as I whistle, you kick your feet 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. Hooch shouted, but Neville went straight up, like a taut spring popping out at once—twelve—twenty feet. Lin Yiyan vaguely saw his frightened, pale face looking at the ground that was flying away below, and saw him panting with his mouth open, sliding down from the side of the broom, and then-

There was a thud, a thud, 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. Mrs. Hooch bent down to look down at Neville, her face as pale as Neville's. (To be continued.) )