On the lawn of the flying lesson, Harry and Malfoy are engaged in a "passionate chase".

Harry, who was trying to ride a broomstick for the first time, unexpectedly discovered his talent, and he had a "commanding" feeling when he took control of the battered broomstick.

It was clear that Harry had only been in contact with flying for the first time, but at this time he let himself go, and for a while Malfoy only felt that Harry Potter was on all sides.

There is no way, Harry is talented, and he will not drop the broom if he flies blindly.

Relaxed, Harry learned all the tricks he had learned from the football games he had peeked at his cousin Dalí.

Obviously, Malfoy at this time became the "ball" that was kicked around.

Li Fei by the window smacked his lips, thinking that Harry's movement speed, if it was placed in the world of fate, the height could be assigned a "ride: b" evaluation.

"Stop it, Malfoy."

Harry Potter rode in front of Malfoy on a broomstick and reached for Malfoy.

"Hand over the Memory Orb and apologize to Neville, I can spare you for now!

Come to think of it, there's no Crabbe and Goyle to protect you here, Malfoy. ”

Harry shouted.

Malfoy seems to have thought the same thing, and the translation is - he coaxed.

"I'll give you something, it's up to you to see if you can catch it!"

Malfoy let out a yell, tossed the ball high into the air, and landed on the ground as if fleeing.

No way, this damn Harry Potter can fly like a convulsion and stop in mid-air, and there are right-angle turns from time to time, and Master Malfoy doesn't dare to accept it.

"I'm not fleeing, I'm just retreating strategically!"

Reassuring himself in his heart, Malfoy's face involuntarily showed the face of a victor.

"I didn't expect Potter, a wooden ball I picked up before class could do so much.

Want to protect that coward? What an idiot.

I really want to see how sad and sad you look when you find out that the thing you have worked so hard to protect is just a wooden ball. ”

Harry saw the ball rise into the sky as if in slow motion, and then began to fall, leaning forward and pointing his broomstick downward.

In the blink of an eye, Harry had sped down, chasing the orb, the wind whistling in Harry's ears, mingled with the screams of the crowd below.

Harry reached out and caught the ball a foot above the ground.

Eh, wood pellet???

Stunned, Harry almost fell to the ground, but he straightened the broomstick in time, then lightly tapped his feet on the grass before taking off again.

Harry was still holding the wooden ball in his palm.

On the ground, Harry's rapid landing frightened Hermione into screaming, and the pitch was so high that everyone around her couldn't help but move away in an instant.

"Don't fly anymore!!"

"Harry's coming back, Lady Hooch is back, we're in trouble!"

The voice may have been a little too strong, and Hermione was dizzy from the lack of oxygen in her brain, and she couldn't help but fall straight forward.

Fortunately, just as Hermione's classmate was about to have a "tragedy" with her face on the ground, a tall, emaciated figure rushed over to support her.

It's not Li Fei.

Readers, you know me, if Li Fei is nearby, he will definitely take pictures to record the classic moment of Hermione falling to the ground.

But with this slightly charming and ambiguous posture, Li Fei has always taken the initiative to take half a step back.

The man who rushed over to hold Hermione, with bright red hair, was none other than Ron Weasley.

Pulling out the head buried deep in Ron's arms, Hermione's face became the same color as Ron's red hair.

"Click."

Li Fei recorded this moment from a long distance with a magical photo, and muttered in his heart that this red face with red hair is really a good pair of cps.

After thanking Ron, Hermione twisted her head to the side, but she couldn't forget the memory of Ron rushing to herself, and the name Hermione had seen on the Chocolate Frog card on the train.

Ron grinned in his acceptance and quickly turned his attention back to Harry, who was flying in the air in the distance.

"Hmph, the purpose of my coming to Hogwarts is to learn the kind of magic that can help me get rid of Fred and George, girls, it's really troublesome." - Ron.

At this time, Harry Potter had already sprinted in front of Malfoy, with a grim face (in Malfoy's eyes, hideous), and the power of the wind pressure brought by the high-speed driving of the broomstick frightened Malfoy into taking off for the second time.

It's a pity that this is a suppression of talent and blood, and Malfoy, who has not undergone systematic training, can only compete with Harry for flying talent.

Malfoy, though also very good, was ...... in front of Harry Eight Tai Punishments.

Finally, Harry managed to catch up with Malfoy's broomstick's "taillight", charged his right hand, and threw the wooden ball in his hand at Malfoy's head!

Malfoy shifted his direction with great speed, and the ball fell into the hood of his cloak.

At the same time, Malfoy held a glass ball in his hand, and there seemed to be a light white mist floating in the middle of the ball.

Malfoy's right hand was raised high, and he was about to fall, but Harry quickly slowed down his speed and persuaded with kind words:

"Stop, Malfoy, calm down!

As long as you hand over what you stole from Neville, it's all good to say! ”

Malfoy sneered, and was about to taunt Harry when a white shadow suddenly burst out from behind him like lightning.

"Wow~" (Wu Na thief, return me ball!) ）

When it was too late, I saw that figure slash in the air four times in a row like lightning, and with each flash of coldness, Malfoy's cloak, school uniform, pants, and broomstick were cut to pieces in turn!

You deserve it, who let you steal my ball, it's still hidden in the hood!

Li Fei shook his head secretly, Huanhuan's "lightning five consecutive slashes" kung fu still couldn't get home.

It only took four slashes to break the strength, but Mr. Ma's "lightning five consecutive whips" could be beaten for an hour without stopping.

After being slashed four times by Huanhuan, Malfoy fell from mid-air in horror with only a pair of underwear left on his body.

At the same time, two small balls, one deep and one shallow, fell from mid-air.

Huanhuan was obviously stunned, two? Is this a buy-one-get-one-free thing?

Then he looked at Malfoy with a puzzled look, this is not a boss, the mob has been shipped?

As the saying goes, cats have nine lives, and this height doesn't need to be cared about at all for Huanhuan, and the little wizard that Huanhuan usually has the most contact with is Li Fei, so he doesn't think that this height will be any danger to Malfoy.

"Harry, save me!" Malfoy let out a terrible scream, and the speed of his fall became faster and faster.

There was a shout of exclamation and a small "yes!" from the lawn. ”

Harry gritted his teeth and caught up with Malfoy at an angle almost perpendicular to the ground, lifting it onto the top of his broomstick, then instantly changing direction sideways, flying at an angle parallel to the ground with all his might, and finally pulled it out!

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Harry finally relaxed, relieved and looked at Malfoy again with a sense of relief.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but gasp.

Malfoy wrapped his limbs around Harry's broomstick, and only the part of his underwear was rubbed to pieces.

If Malfoy is compared to a cow, then the rump, miron, and cucumber strips are basically not sold for a good price at this time.

"Harry Potter!" Grain

Harry's heart sank suddenly, and the sinking sensation was faster than the speed he had just dived in.

Mrs. Hooch and Professor McGonagall were running towards them.

Harry got up from the ground, shivering.

Malfoy still clung to the broomstick and repeated, "It's murder, it's murder, I'm going to get my dad to fire you all!"

Ah, don't touch me, don't touch me, I don't want to leave the broomstick, help, ahh......hhh

Professor McGonagall's face turned pale, and they could see clearly what had just happened in the distance:

Malfoy tried to snatch the toys of the Hogwarts cats, but was upset by the righteous and kind Huanhuan who happened to pass by, and Harry Potter showed Gryffindor's courage and Hogwarts friendship at the critical moment and saved Malfoy.

"I've been at Hogwarts for so many years...... Never met ...... This kind of egregious behavior. ”

Professor McGonagall's lips trembled, her anger and surprise making her almost speechless, her glasses flashing with anger, "Mr. Malfoy...... How dare you...... And you, Mr. Potter, you're going to break your neck! ”

"It's not his fault, Professor ......" x2

Two figures flashed in an instant.

"Shut up, Miss Parkinson......"

Mrs. Hodge stopped Professor McGonagall, a physical education teacher who had been teaching flying lessons for many years, treated her students more harshly and aggressively than the steady vice-principal.

"But Malfoy ......"

"Miss Granger, no one will treat you as a dumb person if you don't speak."

Mrs. Hodge took out the "arena trash talk" that had been treasured for many years, and Hermione immediately shut up, but her little face turned red.

Li Fei seriously suspects that in another parallel world, maybe Mrs. Huo Qi has played in the NBA.

After all, trash talk and foul-making are the most common and mandatory defensive items in the NBA.

Pansy Parkinson glanced sideways at Hermione, who replied.

"Shut up, you goddamn big tooth, Miss Granger the Groundhog."

"How did I hear the dog barking? Oh, this ugly poodle and Parkinson's. ”

Li Fei hurriedly took this shot from a distance again.

Genevieve Gaunt, the little princess of the Gaunt family in the real world, glanced at Emma Watson with a side face, such a precious shot is absolutely rare in the world.

But then again, it's much more fun for girls to tear up than to watch boys fight.

Professor McGonagall calmed her mood: "Mr. Malfoy did not comply with the teacher's class requirements, wantonly stole and plundered other people's property, and almost made a big mistake, and Slytherin deducted 20 points. ”

Malfoy was not happy at the time, and watched the crowd go crazy, and in his mouth, it was Harry's chase and the appearance of the "damn cat" that caused him to encounter such a serious crisis.

"Don't forget, Harry saved your life!" Ron angrily thrust Malfoy's mouth in anger, interrupting all of Malfoy's unconscionable words in his stomach.

Ron was indignant, the Slytherin group was really a farmer and a snake when it came to their way of acting, and they didn't know how to be grateful at all.

Professor McGonagall stared at Malfoy with a stern gaze, "I am not afraid of any threat from power, neither take sides with any student, nor allow other houses to slander Gryffindor. ”

"So rest assured, Mr. Weasley, that's all for the previous topic.

Potter, although you have shown great flying talent and saved the lives of your classmates, you have violated classroom discipline, so you must be punished more severely.

Come with me. ”

Professor McGonagall strode towards the castle, Harry mechanically following.

As he left, Harry keenly felt the smug expressions on the faces of Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, and remembered Professor McGonagall's uprightness, and Harry's heart clenched together, and Harry only knew that there might be a possibility that he would be expelled.

He wanted to say a few words to defend himself, but his voice seemed to be wrong.

Professor McGonagall strode forward, not looking at him, he had to trot to keep up.

It's over, it's completely over.

He has been here for less than a week, but as long as the dean of his house gives an order, I am afraid it will only take less than ten minutes, and he will have to pack up his things and get out.

What would the Dursleys say if they saw Harry suddenly appear at the gate?

The two of them ascended the steps in front of the main door and ascended the marble staircase inside, but Professor McGonagall remained silent.

She unscrewed open doors and strode through the corridors, Harry pitifully following.

Was Professor McGonagall going to take him to Dumbledore? Let the principal handle himself personally?

Harry suddenly remembered Hagrid, who had been expelled but had been allowed to remain at the school as a hunting ground warden, and perhaps he could be an assistant to Hagrid.

It was as if he saw himself carrying Hagrid's pocket, shuffling around the grounds, watching Ron and the others become wizards, and his stomach twisted at the thought of it.

Professor McGonagall stopped outside a classroom, knocked lightly three times, then pushed the door open and stuck her head inside.

"I'm sorry, Professor Flitwick, I may need Wood's help to get Wood out for a while?"

Wood? wood？ Wood?

Professor Flitwick looked at the teaching aids he had used in his lecture and was puzzled, but handed a large basket of sticks into Professor McGonagall's hands.

Harry was frightened, his little head running wildly, as if he remembered the scene where McGonagall was going to order Peeves to whip herself with this thick stick.

Professor McGonagall was so embarrassed that she could only cough lightly, put down a basket of sticks, and whispered, "It's your student, Oliver Wood, and I need to use him for a while." ”

(The English surname "Wood" is spelled as wood, and it also means "wood.") ）

In the Charms classroom, a tall, sturdy fifth-grade boy walked out of the classroom with a blank expression.

God, Wood turned out to be a man, and Harry finally put his mind at ease.

"You two, come with me."

Professor McGonagall said, the three of them striding down the hallway together, and Wood looked at Harry curiously.

"Get in."

Professor McGonagall pointed to a classroom for Harry to let them in, and Peeves was the only one in it, busy writing expletives on the blackboard.

The content is not very vicious, and the wording is only to the extent of "** big fool".

But it's a pity that this ** is Li Fei.

Seeing that everyone suddenly entered the classroom, and had breached their deepest secret, Peeves had a "then I can't keep you" expression on his face, until—Professor McGonagall finally entered the classroom.

"Peeves, get out!" Professor McGonagall yelled very harshly.

Peeves tossed the chalk into the trash with a thud and swore as he sprinted the door shut, and turned to face the boys.

The severity on his face suddenly disappeared, and the frost on his face turned into a spring breeze blowing on the earth.

Professor McGonagall smiled, and smiled very heartily:

"Potter, let me introduce you, this is Oliver Wood.

Good news for you, Wood, I found a Seeker with my own eyes, a very talented Seeker. ”

Near the lawn, Malfoy, who had changed into a new robe, kicked the grass hard, kicking a green lawn into the air, and finally landed on his head without missing anything.

"Bah, that's a bad luck," Malfoy said, "and although Master Ben didn't notice it for a while, and let that Harry take advantage of it, I didn't fly badly.

Seriously, the school should really think about something special to get a gifted first-year like me on the Quidditch team. ”

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