On Thursday afternoon, in the History of Magic classroom on the second floor, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw second-year students were listening "carefully...... Or catch up on sleep.

Professor Binns's voice was dry and dry, without a trace of fluctuation or vocal lines, and was the best hypnotic weapon.

One day after Halloween last school year, Li Fei led a team to free the ghosts of the Death Eaters who had been imprisoned in the sewers of Hogwarts, including one of the main sources of our Headmaster's Little Vault, the great Professor Binns.

For a period of time after that, Professor Binns in the class would occasionally suddenly shake his body, stop his voice like a repeater without fluctuation, and invite Li Fei to answer questions by name.

The questions asked by Professor Binns are basically the content of the notes in this class, and as long as Li Fei is not distracted, getting points is as smooth as eating and drinking.

But the crux of the matter is that Professor Binns seems to be stuck, he begins to frequently name Li Fei to answer questions in other colleges that do not have Li Fei's classes, and even in courses in other grades, and then naturally no one pays attention, but Professor Binns still insists on adding five points to Hufflepuff.

In this regard, Li Fei said, we don't earn unclean money, and we don't add unclean points!

When the situation was not completely fermented, Li Fei led a group of Hufflepuff students, in the name of the founder Hufflepuff, to follow a fair and honest attitude, and resolutely asked the principal to "cancel the score" in Professor Sprout's blood-dripping expression.

Since then, it is unknown what Dumbledore has done to Professor Binns's ghost, but our ghost classroom is back to normal.

On a sunny September afternoon, the students began to feel sleepy in the afternoon.

Li Fei deliberately chose a position close to the window, and he could see a group of small black dots jumping around in the lawn area far away along the window.

The ring on the index finger of his left hand flickered faintly, and Li Fei wiped his fingers in front of his eyes out of thin air, and the group of small black dots in the distance who were taking flying lessons were suddenly pulled closer and magnified, and appeared in front of Li Fei's eyes with a clarity of almost 4K.

casually clicked on the left ear again, so that Li Fei completely achieved the perfect "heart and two purposes".

Effect: The right eye looks at the blackboard, the right ear listens to the lecture, and the right hand writes the pen; His left eye looked at the flying lesson on the playground, and his left ear could still hear the sound of their chatter and taunting each other, and he put his left hand on the window to feel the breeze blowing through his hand.

It was a very pleasant feeling.

It was a clear, breezy day, and the grass rose and fell beneath their feet as Harry and Ron walked briskly down the sloping grass toward a flat lawn across the field.

On the other side of the lawn, in the distance, the Forbidden Forest, a tall figure was standing in front of the door of the hut and looking out into the distance.

Whether Hagrid could see him or not, Harry struggled to wave his arms at Hagrid's hut.

The Slytherin students were already there, and twenty broomsticks were lined up on the ground.

Harry had heard Fred and Joe say that the broomsticks in Hogwarts were almost all old and obsolete, and some were said to shiver when you flew too high, as if they were afraid of heights, and some would always tilt slightly to the left.

"Really, it's really a matter of brooms, we will never tell the fact that Li Fei is afraid of heights." —The Weasley twins swear by their promises.

She's coming, she's coming, Mrs. Hodge is coming.

She had short gray hair and two yellow eyes, as sharp as an eagle's eyes.

"Time is pressing, what are you all waiting for?" Madame Hooch said in a loud voice, her tone extremely stern, "Do as I say!" Everyone stands next to a broomstick!

Fast! Fast! Fast! We need to hurry. ”

Harry glanced down at the broomstick beside him, it was tattered and old, and it was so dirty that some of its branches poked out in all directions, messy like Harry's enchanted black hair.

It is estimated that Uncle Filch, the porter, will not be willing to use this broom to clean up.

"From now on, if I say one step, you will do one step," Madame Hooch's sharp yellow glasses scanned the audience like an eagle, "and if anyone dares to disobey the command, I will make this your last flying lesson at Hogwarts." ”

"In the future, whether you're planning to join the Academy's Quidditch team or want to get a license to buy a broomstick from the Ministry of Magic, everyone will look at your bio and find that your flying lessons are marked as 'failing' and will be rejected."

Looking around at everyone, even if they were as proud as Malfoy, they didn't want to touch Mrs. Hodge's brow at the moment, and they all lowered their heads and remained silent.

"Again, safety is no small matter, don't do things I didn't ask for.

Even if you are trembling because of nervousness, let me honestly hold back, do you understand? ”

Harry swallowed, he had never imagined that the instructor of the flying lesson would be so strict.

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

Be sure to be firm in tone and confident in your voice. ”

"Get up!" Everyone shouted.

Harry's broom jumped into his hand at once, but there were only a handful of obedient brooms like this.

Hermione. Granger's broom just rolled on the ground, perfectly avoiding all the special situations described in the book, while Chubby Dun Neville's broom didn't move at all.

Li Fei is qualified to suspect that the broom is very likely to be the one that the little fat man Bruce was assigned before.

can be assigned to two little fat men in a row, this broom is really inspirational.

Harry thought to himself that perhaps the broom had its own unique spirituality, and could see the deep timidity of the user.

Unlike Bruce Wayne, who yearns for the blue sky, Neville, who is also a little fat man, has a slightly trembling voice at the moment, which is no more obvious that he wants to stand firmly on the ground.

Mrs. Hodge then showed them how to mount a broomstick without slipping off their heads.

She walked back and forth in the line, correcting the students' hand grips, and Harry and Ron couldn't help but be secretly happy when they heard her criticize Malfoy for not doing things right.

"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, lean forward slightly, and then fall vertically back to the ground."

No one is allowed to take off early, or I'll kick you out of my class!"

Attention to all!! Listen to my whistles...... Three...... 2. ......"

However, Neville was so nervous that he would be left on the ground by the broomstick, so he kicked hard and flew up before the whistle could touch Mrs. Hooch's lips.

In sports, this method is called "pressing the gun", and of course, if the pressure gun fails, it becomes a "rush".

"Come back, kid! Come back soon!! ”

Madame Hooch shouted, but Neville went straight up, like a vial-shaken bottle of champagne that had been violently uncorked......

It's like trying to find a toilet in an industrial area full of cameras, but after holding back for a few kilometers, I suddenly ran into a strong man who was slapped on the shoulder by an acquaintance......

Bursts of green smoke from some unspeakable parts...... In fact, Neville's broom is overwhelmed and on the verge of getting out of control...... Twelve-foot ...... Twenty feet, Neville flew higher and higher.

Harry saw his frightened, pale face looking at the ground that was speeding away below, and saw him gasping for air with his mouth wide open, as if he was about to lose consciousness.

Suddenly, I heard Mrs. Huo Qi shouting, "Son, come back quickly!" Neville only had time to shout "I'll be back!" And he had disappeared from the eyes of the people.

After a long time, Neville actually flew back, specifically since Li Fei's broomstick flew farther and farther away last year, Mrs. Hodge asked Professor Flitwick to apply the [Auto-Return Charm] to most of the broomsticks in order to avoid causing another accident.

At this time, Neville was completely unconscious, and after hearing everyone's exclamations, he was completely relieved, slipped off the side of the broomstick, and then fell completely ...... "bang".

With this thud, Neville lay face down in the grass on the ground, curled up in pain, cold sweat dripping.

It's a pity that the [Auto-Return Charm] that Flitwick applied on the broom completely failed, and the broomstick continued to rise higher and higher, and then rushed directly towards the direction of the Forbidden Forest like a rocket, and then disappeared completely.

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

"It's the second year," Harry heard her growl in a low voice, almost a small cry in her voice, "It's the same with Lefei, it's the same with this kid, why does it have to be a safety accident in the first flight lesson of the year?" ”

Madame Hodge slapped herself on the head hard, turned her head and smiled reluctantly at the other little wizards: "Don't worry, it's not life-threatening, it's just that my wrist is broken." ”

The students exclaimed, their wrists were broken, is this still "just"?

"Okay, kid, don't worry, you'll be fine, work hard, let me help you up."

She turned to the rest of the class and said, "Now, I'm going to take this child to the school doctor's office, and none of you are allowed to move!"

Put all the broomsticks back in their place!!

Otherwise, you'll be kicked out of Hogwarts before you have time to say 'Quidditch'! ”

With that, Mrs. Hodge put her arm around Neville and whispered, "Dear child, let's go." ”

With tears on his face, Nacheng grabbed his wrist and limped away with Mrs. Hooch.

No sooner had they gone than Malfoy burst out laughing.

"Do you see that face, that stupid big man?" The other Slytherin students chimed in.

"Shut up, Malfoy." Parvati Patil snapped.

"Hey, you're going to protect that longbottom?" Pansy Parkinson said, always subconsciously echoing Malfoy, "I didn't expect you to like chubby little tear packs, Patil." ”

"Look, what did I find?" Malfoy said, rushing over to grab something on the grass, "It was given to him by the grandmother of the big fool Longbottom." ”

He held up the memory ball, which glistened in the sunlight.

"Bring it, Malfoy." Harry whispered, his expression becoming a little tougher.

Everyone stopped talking and watched.

Malfoy grinned evilly.

"I'd like to put it somewhere for Longbottom to pick up, like ...... I put him on a tree...... What do you think? ”

"No way!" Hermione Granger shouted, "Mrs. Hooch told us not to move...... Malfoy, your actions will cause trouble for all of us. ”

"Trouble? Just that old woman, what trouble can she cause us?

Flying lessons don't even let people fly? And even intimidate us with expulsion? My dad is a school trustee, and I don't think anyone would dare to fire me. ”

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

Malfoy's previous words may not have been exactly bragging, but it seems that Malfoy is indeed flying quite well - if only one does not consider that Mrs. Hooch had previously criticized Malfoy's actions as worthless.

Malfoy hovered parallel to the treetop of an oak tree, cried out, "Come here, Potter!" ”

Harry grabbed his broomstick.

"Harry, you must not cause trouble!" Hermione stopped directly in front of Harry this time, "Malfoy...... Maybe the family will be strong, but you can't, Harry, we're just ordinary people. ”

Ron then argued, "Harry is different, he's the legendary savior......"

Harry ignored their arguments, and in the face of Malfoy's provocation, the blood in his brain rattled into his eardrums.

He mounted his broomstick and kicked the ground so hard that he rose so fast that the air whizzed through his hair, and his robes fluttered behind him!!

Harry's heart was in a sudden rush of ecstasy, realizing that he had discovered a skill that he could teach without a teacher.

Flying, it's so easy, so wonderful.

He lifted the broomstick a little more so that he could fly higher.

In the distance, Harry heard the screams and pantings of girls on the ground, as well as Ron shouts of admiration.

Harry jerked his broomstick around and stared at Malfoy in the air, apparently surprised that Malfoy had never imagined anyone with such a talent for flying.

"Bring it," Harry shouted, "or I'll knock you off the broom." ”

"Oh, really?" Malfoy said, wanting to sneer, but the look on his face betrayed his nervousness.

Harry seemed to know what to do, and he leaned forward and grabbed the broom with both hands, and in an instant, the broom shot at Malfoy like a javelin.

Malfoy barely dodged, and Harry jerked back and grabbed the broomstick firmly.

In the history of magic class, Li Fei by the window blinked, a little envious of Harry's innate talent for flying.

"Hey, God is really unfair, the drought dies, the flood dies."

After sighing casually, Li Fei raised his head again and looked at the sky in the distance again: "Watching [Harry Potter flying on a broomstick] live, it's really sorry that I can't give you a beat." ”

ps: 02/24, Xiaomi was originally scheduled to hold a press conference in Ukraine today, but due to force majeure factors............

I haven't finished a project yet, and Ukraine is gone?

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