While everyone was still stunned, Zhang Qiu and Hermione felt a gust of wind blowing around them, and Zhang Feng just flew into the sky with a vertical flying broomstick.

Just looking at Neville's helpless appearance, Zhang Feng was in a hurry, so he flew up with a vertical flying broomstick. When he really flew, it may be because he learned the skills of a warrior monk to improve his balance ability, Zhang Feng completely lost his fear of heights, but felt that he fell in love with flying, but his flying posture was slightly strange.

Zhang Feng flew towards Neville with the broomstick, and the broomstick remained upright throughout the flight, which made people feel a little disobedient.

"Neville, hold on to the broom, I'm here to save you!" Zhang Feng shouted to Neville as he approached Neville.

Hearing Zhang Feng's voice, Neville seemed to be infused with strength and courage, and hugged his broomstick tightly.

Zhang Feng came to Neville's side, not rashly moving Neville and his broom, afraid of upsetting Neville's fragile balance. He thought for a moment, reached directly above Neville's broom, and shouted "Get up." With a thud, Neville's broom, like Zhang Feng's broom, suddenly stood upright, and of course it also straightened up with Neville.

Zhang Feng carefully controlled himself and Neville's broomsticks, and slowly lowered them straight, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw this scene, and then applauded.

"I'll take Neville to the school hospital now, you're free to move, but you can't use the broomstick anymore. Mrs. Hodge also walked over with a feeling of trepidation, and pulled Neville, who was still immersed in the thrill she had just hauled, to take him to the school hospital to have a look.

After Mrs. Hodge left, the scene became lively again. The freshmen were in groups discussing what had just happened.

"Brother, I looked very nervous when I saw you before, but you flew very well just now! It's just that your posture is so ugly!" Zhang Qiu quipped.

"Don't care about the posture, just say that my brother just flew well!" Zhang Feng had just overcome his fear of heights for two lifetimes, and when he relaxed, he became a stinky fart.

"The wind flies very well, I just don't know how I fly, I haven't flew, and the broom has been used for a long time to get into my hand. Hermione smiled and congratulated Zhang Feng, and then became worried about her future flying lessons.

"Don't worry, I've found that the more confident a person is, the faster the broom will go, and you have to have absolute confidence in yourself controlling the broomstick. Zhang Feng couldn't help but pass on his experience to Hermione.

"You change your strange flying posture first!" Zhang Qiu was a little unhappy with Zhang Feng's constant boasting in front of Hermione, and he felt that his brother was going to be taken away by others, and he couldn't help but hit Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng suddenly had nothing to say, so he could only be silent.

At this time, Malfoy, with his two doglegs, seemed to have found something in the grass, and bent down, picked it up, and looked at it, and was amused: "Look! That fool at Longbottom has lost the memory ball, and I think I should let him fly up to the sky to find it, and it should be very interesting." With that, Malfoy took the memory ball, mounted his broomstick, and flew up. Looking at his flying posture, it looks like he has practiced it himself at home.

"Malfoy, you bad bastard, you should give Neville's stuff back. When Harry Potter saw this, he flew into the sky with his broomstick.

The students watched the two of them fly up and commotion, which attracted the attention of Zhang Feng, who was still in embarrassment by his sister.

Zhang Feng picked up his flying broom and flew into the sky, this time he still maintained that strange posture, but he flew more smoothly.

Seeing Zhang Feng and Harry flying towards him, Malfoy was also a little panicked, and his mouth squirted out some venom without words: "Potter, you broom star, your parents were killed by you, don't come near me." And you, Feng Zhang, you mudblood, don't deserve to go against me at all, hurry down. “

After listening to this passage, Zhang Feng and Harry's speed couldn't help but speed up by three points, and they were pointed at their noses and scolded, I don't know what Harry thinks, but Zhang Feng is holding back the fire in his belly.

It may be that Zhang Feng's strange flying posture makes his air resistance less, and within 2 minutes, Malfoy was chased by Zhang Feng to the front. Zhang Feng still stretched out his hand and put it on top of Malfoy, and then shouted "Get up", and sure enough, Malfoy's broom also stood up sharply.

Malfoy was defenseless, and the handle of his broom hit him directly in the face, and a red mark suddenly appeared on his face. The memory ball in his hand also took off his hand and flew into the distance. Seeing this, Harry knew that this place could be handed over to Zhang Feng, so he flew towards the memory ball, which he wanted to catch up with and return to Neville.

Thankfully, Malfoy's feet were still hooked to the broomsticks, otherwise he would have been flying off the distance like Neville's memory ball. But his current state is not very good, his legs hooked to the already upright broomstick, and his entire upper body hangs upside down in the sky.

"What did you just call me?" Zhang Feng asked, taking control of Malfoy's broomstick, flipping it up and down.

"Zhang, you spare me! I just got confused, I'm sorry, I don't dare anymore!Wow~~" Malfoy was directly frightened by Zhang Feng's cry, crying and begging for mercy.

Zhang Feng thought that this was just a child's prank, so he dissipated his anger and slowly controlled the flying broomsticks of the two to fall down. It's just that Malfoy landed on the ground with his face first after he fell, and when his two doglegs helped him up, he was soft and pale, and it was estimated that he would not be playing with broomsticks for the rest of his life.