Chapter 12 Flying Lessons

Then with a "bang", he fell heavily to the ground and shrunk into a ball. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info his broom continued to climb until it disappeared in the direction of the Forbidden Forest.

Mrs. Hooch rushed to Neville, her face turning white with fright, and she kept blaming herself that she should have come to her senses and cast a levitation charm instead of watching Neville fall to the ground.

"Broken wrist. Harry heard Madame Hooch breathe a sigh of relief, "Neville is fine, safe, you can get up." ”

She turned to the other students and said, "I'm going to take Neville to the infirmary, and until I come back, you don't want to move anyone! Then she turned back and comforted Neville easily, "Let's go, poor boy. ”

Neville's face was stained with tears, clutching his wrists, and he limped away as he was helped away by Mrs. Hodge.

No sooner had Mrs. Hodge gone than Malfoy let out a disgusting laugh.

"Neville, that idiot, almost fell to his death. The crowd around Malfoy chimed in.

"Shut up, how can you treat your classmates like this. Malfoy's words made Parvatipetil very unhappy.

"Look!" Malfoy rushed over again, grabbing a glass ball on the grass, "Neville, that idiot, forgot what his grandmother gave him. ”

"You've gone too far, Malfoy. Harry suppressed his anger and whispered.

Malfoy grinned ugly. "Be a good man again?" Potter?"

Malfoy was criticized by Mrs. Hooch for his wrong grip during class, and the damned Harry and Hermione were praised for being "mudbloods", and Malfoy was about to go crazy, believing that Harry was provoking him with the eyes he looked at, like looking at a clown.

In the morning, the two fools were still worried about flying lessons, and he was ready to make a big splash in the flying lessons, and hit Hermione and Harry, who only knew how to study. I didn't expect him to lose in the end on his best project, and he blamed the school for these damn tattered brooms.

As soon as Mrs. Hodge left, he immediately found a way to vent his anger.

"Bring it!" Harry shouted, but Malfoy wouldn't stop, summoning a magic broom and flying. He's not bragging, his flying is really good.

Malfoy hung in the air and shouted at Harry at his feet, "Come up, Potter!"

Harry evoked his magic broomstick.

"No way!" Hermione Granger shouted, "You're going to get hurt, Madame Hooch told us not to move!"

Harry ignored her. Anger had rushed into his head. He had already mounted his broomstick and chased after him. The wind blew through his hair and into his robes. But it made him ecstatic, so easy, so comfortable.

"A broom is like an extension of your body, it can feel your emotions. He easily controlled the broom under his feet, as if he were controlling his own body. He also heard the screams and pantings of other people on the ground, and heard Ron cheering him on.

He turned the broomstick to Malfoy, then threatened, "Bring Neville's memory ball." Harry shouted, "Otherwise, you're going to have your ass bloom." ”

"Who do you think you are?" Malfoy said, trying to laugh, but the nervousness made his face freeze.

Harry controls the broom as if he were his own body, and in a short period of time, he is already nimble. He leaned forward, crouched on his magic broomstick, and slammed it into Malfoy like an arrow.

Malfoy barely managed to control the broomstick and dodge. Harry turned his broom around and pointed it at him again, and his classmates, who hated Malfoy, were already applauding.

"Baby Malfoy, there's no Crabbe and Goyle's warm embrace here. Harry shouted. Caused a scream below.

Watching Harry charge like a bison, Malfoy became scared as well.

"Die, Potter!" Malfoy shouted, tossing the orb of memory into the air, and quickly fled back to the ground, back between Crabbe and Goyle.

Harry saw the orb fly upwards in slow motion, then accelerate and fall like fast motion. He leaned over and pressed down the magic broomstick. Accelerating downward, chasing the memory ball, with the howling wind in his ears and the screams of the crowd.

"Demacia" roared as Harry caught the orb of memory as he was about to get close to the ground. He straightened the broom handle in time before gently falling back on the lawn.

"Harry Potter!" An angry voice rang out.

His heart was beating violently, faster than when he had dived earlier. Professor McGonagall was running towards him. Harry scrambled to his feet from the ground.

"How dare you?", Professor McGonagall yelled angrily, "nothing like this has ever happened! I've been at **** Watts for so many years, you're going to break your neck." Professor McGonagall's voice trembled, and the angry glow could be seen through the eyes of the eye.

Two students almost lost their lives in a class, one of whom was the savior Harry Potter. Professor McGonagall would rather fight the Death Eaters than have such an irritation. "You're going to have to take flying lessons indoors in the future. ”

"Flying lessons indoors. Hearing this, George couldn't help but shake his head and continued to ask. "And after that?"

It was time for dinner, and Harry told George about the flying lesson, and then he was taken off the field by Professor McGonagall. Ron and Hermione also put down their forks at this time, waiting for Harry to talk about the future.

"I was terrified, I thought I was going to be fired. I still remember the gloating expressions of Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle. Harry paused and said with a sigh of relief.

"I was dizzy all the way and followed Professor McGonagall around the house, spinning and turning. I made up my mind that when I met Dumbledore, I would beg him to let me stay in school, even if it was to be Hagrid's assistant.

Thankfully, I'm much stronger now than I used to be, barely able to carry Hagrid's bulky pockets. But when Ron and Hermione become wizards, they probably won't consider me friends. Harry almost burst into tears as he thought back to the scene.

"Hey, it's alright, poor Harry. Hermione patted Harry on the shoulder, comforting poor Harry.

"Thankfully, none of these bad things happened, and Professor McGonagall brought me to Oliver Wood and asked me to be a Seeker for a Quidditch match. Harry calmed down and added.

"It's amazing, the house has always kept first-year students from competing in Quidditch. You've broken the record, and you've been the youngest Quidditch player in many years. Ron replied that he was a die-hard Quidditch fan, and that the rules of Quidditch were clear.