The teacher who taught the flying lesson was Mrs. Hooch, who had short gray hair and two yellow-orange pupils, like the eyes of an eagle. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Alright, what are you all waiting for?" said Lady Hooch snapped, "everyone stands next to a broomstick. Hurry, hurry, hurry. ”

From this sentence alone, Al could easily tell that Mrs. Hodge was definitely an impatient person.

Al glanced down at his broomstick, which was worn and old, and even had some branches poking out of the air. Kicking the broom with his foot, Al couldn't help but think of his newly purchased Light Wheel 2000, the difference between the two was like two extremes in the sky and on the ground.

"Stretch out your hands and place them above the broomsticks," Lady Hooch shouted in front, "and say, 'Get up.'" ”

Following Madame Hooch's instructions, Al reached over the broomstick, looked at the worn-out broomstick on the ground, and said, "Get up." ”

The broomstick at his feet flew into Al's hand, and the corners of his mouth furled, and then he looked around.

Very few people succeeded in making the broomstick fly in one go, except for Al, Harry, and Malfoy, none of them succeeded, and most of them just made the broom move.

It seems that Malfoy does have a few strokes, if not talent, it can only mean that he must have ridden a broomstick a lot. You must know that letting the broom fly into your hand immediately is not something that ordinary people can simply do.

Hermione's broomstick rolled on the ground a few times, and Neville's broom didn't move.

Looking at Hermione beside her, Al reminded her, "You should be more emotional, and don't be so blunt." ”

Lady Hodge then showed Al how to ride a broomstick without sliding off it, and she walked around the procession, correcting their grips.

"Okay, as soon as I whistle, you kick your legs off the ground on your broomsticks, and remember to push hard. "Hold the broom steady, rise a few meters, then lean forward slightly and fall vertically back to the ground." Listen to me whistle...... Three...... 2. ......"

Neville, however, seemed too nervous, and fearing that he would be left on the ground, kicked hard and flew up on his broomstick without waiting for Mrs. Hooch's whistle to blow.

"Come back, boy!" cried out Mrs. Hooch, but Neville's broom seemed to be out of his control, and it rose straight up like a cork from a bottle.

From a few meters, to a dozen meters, and finally to twenty meters, Al saw Neville's face turn whiter and paler, looking in horror at the distant ground below, and his mouth kept screaming in fear.

Eventually, Neville was so frightened that he slipped off one end of the broomstick and fell to the ground with a thud.

This time, Neville really fell hard.

However, it was a good thing that there was a soft lawn under their feet, otherwise it would have cost Neville his life.

Neville lay face down on the grass, huddled in a ball, groaning in pain as his broomstick flew straight into the Forbidden Forest on the other side of the lawn, uncontrollable, and vanished in an instant.

Mrs. Hooch bent down to look down at Neville, her face as pale as Neville's.

"His wrist is broken. Al heard Mrs. Hooch mutter, "All right, child...... It's okay, you get up. ”

Madame Hooch helped Neville to his feet, and then said to the others, "I'll take this child to the hospital, and none of you are allowed to move around!" Put all the broomsticks back in their place, or you'll be kicked out of Hogwarts before you can say 'Quidditch'!"

Neville had tears on his face, gritted his teeth and grabbed his wrist, limping away with Mrs. Hooch.

As soon as Mrs. Hodge left, Malfoy burst out laughing, his smile both arrogant and sarcastic.

"Do you see that big stupid face, it's ridiculous!"

Malfoy mimicked Neville's embarrassment when he fell, his exaggerated expressions and movements that made several Slytherin students around him laugh.

Watching Malfoy and them teasing Neville as if no one was around, Al couldn't take it anymore, he stared at Malfoy's face and said in a deep voice, "Shut up, Malfoy!"

A Gryffindor girl named Petil also screamed, "Malfoy, put away your shameful appearance!"

Before Malfoy could speak, a girl who had been hanging out with him all the time suddenly said, "Ho, Patil, you're protecting Longbottom?

Patil's face turned red, and she shouted angrily, "Parkinson!

Because Slytherin House only recruits pure-blood wizards, the students of Slytherin House are all above the top, thinking that the students of their own house are the best, and they look down on the students of other houses at all.

Malfoy sneered at the crowd, and then he suddenly noticed something on the ground, walked over and took a ball in his hand.

"Look, it's the memory ball that Grandma Longbottom, the big fool, sent him. Malfoy held Neville's orb of memory aloft in the air, and the orb glistened in the sunlight.

"Bring the memory ball, Malfoy!"

Al wanted to go to Malfoy's hand to snatch the memory ball back, but he didn't expect to take a step before he was stopped by Hermione.

"Al, don't do that! Have you forgotten what Madame Hooch said?"

Malfoy said with a grim smile, "What can you do if I don't take it?"

At this time, Harry Potter stood up, he looked at Malfoy, and whispered, "Malfoy, you take it." ”

If you ask Harry Potter which student he hates the most in the Hogwarts school, Malfoy must have made the list, and he was the only one to make it.

Malfoy was against Harry Potter at every turn, something that was well known throughout Hogwarts, and at this moment, seeing these two people facing each other again, everyone fell silent.

Malfoy grinned evilly, and said, "Why do you want to give it to you? I want to put it in a place for Longbottom to pick up, like on a tree, how about it?"

"Bring it!" Harry shouted, but Malfoy had already mounted his broomstick and taken off.

Malfoy flew to the canopy of a tall tree and gestured to place the memory ball on the top of the tree. Looking at Harry's face, Malfoy exclaimed, "Come and get it, Potter!"