"Well, as soon as I whistle, you grab the broomstick and kick your legs back off the ground. Remember, don't push too hard. "Lady Hooch walked back and forth beside the young wizards.

"Hold the broom steady, rise a few feet, lean forward slightly, and then fall vertically back to the ground. Remember? Listen to my whistle - three-"

"Whoosh!"

Before Ms. Hooch could finish her sentence, she saw a sturdy figure riding a broomstick, like a sharp arrow off the string, soaring into the sky.

It turned out that Neville was too nervous for fear of being left on the ground, so he started it ahead of time without waiting for the whistle to blow.

"Oh! Merlin's beard, come back, kid! ”

Miss Hooch shouted at the sight before her, but Neville couldn't hear her anymore and flew straight up like a cork was spewing out of a bottle. Twelve-foot, twenty-foot......

Clark stood on the ground, saw his frightened, frightened face, and knew it was dangerous.

Sure enough, after seeing the ground flying away beneath his feet, Neville's hands and feet went limp, completely forgetting what Miss Hooch had said, and he slipped off the side of the broomstick with his mouth wide open, and then—

"Ahh

"Bang-"

A scream, a dull thump, and the timid girl was already so frightened that she covered her eyes. Neville lay face down on the grass, his hands on his head, curled up in a ball, motionless.

Suddenly, the young wizards noticed that Neville had suddenly moved, and it turned out that there was a thick soft cushion under him, and that he had only survived because it had rained last night, and the soil of the grass was soft enough.

However, his broomstick continued to rise higher and higher, like a wild animal that had finally gained its freedom, drifting in the direction of the Forbidden Forest and disappearing.

Miss Hooch leaned over to look at Neville, her face as pale as Neville's.

"Broken wrist." Clark, who was standing nearby, heard her whisper, "It's alright, kid—it's all right, you get up." ”

She turned to look at the rest of the class.

"I'll take this child to the hospital, and none of you are allowed to move! Put the broomstick back in its place, or you'll be kicked out of Hogwarts before you can say 'Quidditch'! By the way, what a beautiful Transfiguration Charm, Mr. Prewitt, Gryffindor plus 10 points. ”

"Let's go, dear." Her last words were to Neville, and the poor fellow, with tears on his face, clutched his deformed right wrist, limped away with Miss Hooch.

Shortly after they left, Malfoy burst out laughing.

"Do you see his pitiful look, that stupid big man?"

The other Slytherin students chimed in.

"Shut up, Malfoy." Parvati Patil, a first-year Gryffindor student, snapped.

"Yoh? Protecting Longbottom? Pansy Parkinson said that she was a bit arrogant-looking, but a good-looking Slytherin girl, "I didn't expect you to like that chubby little tear pack, Patil." ”

"Nonsense!"

"Look!" 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.

At this point, Clark picked up the cushion that had caught Neville and shook it back into its robes. It was he who had used his robes to perform Transfiguration that kept Neville safe.

Clark actually wanted to use the levitation spell as well, but he had already tried it before, and the levitation spell was not very effective on high-speed moving objects, and the recipient had to not resist, so he switched to the transfiguration charm.

"I advise you to be kind!" Clark put the robe with grass clippings and dirt in his hand, and his tone was not hurried, not a little angry, as if he was just chatting about family things, but it still put a lot of pressure on Malfoy.

As soon as he spoke, everyone stopped talking and looked at Malfoy.

Malfoy's face was blue and white, and his heart should have been at war between heaven and man, but when he saw Clark's indifferent face, somehow, an irrepressible hatred still came out.

"You can't scare me!" Malfoy smirked evilly, "How about I put it somewhere, and let Longbottom pick it up—put it on a tree?" ”

With that, before Clark could make a move, he immediately jumped on his broom and flew up. It doesn't look like Malfoy's previous words were all bragging, at least he really knew how to ride a broomstick.

"Catch me, bastard! You're not much better than me. Malfoy shouted in mid-air, staring at Clark viciously, as it seemed that he was at home, and was not less compared to "other people's children".

Clarke drew his wand, but the vigilant Malfoy flew higher. This made him shake his head helplessly, and slapped Harry on the back, deciding that it was you.

"It's your turn! Harry, go up and knock him down. Clarke's words thrilled Harry, and he immediately grabbed the broomstick.

"No way!" Hermione glared at Clark and shouted at Harry, "Miss Hooch told us to stay out of here, you're going to get us all in trouble." ”

Harry ignored her, and the rush of blood rushed over his head, making his eardrums rattle.

At Clark's instigation, Harry mounted his broomstick and kicked the ground hard, and in an instant he was soaring into the sky.

"Whew~Whew~"

The wind blew through his hair, and his robes fluttered behind him, and it was a wonderful feeling.

Although it was only the first time he had flown into the sky, in the face of the smaller figure under his feet, Harry's heart had no fear, no fear, only joy and peace from the heart.

He remembered the experience of jumping off the roof when he was a child, and his heart suddenly felt a wave of ecstasy, and he realized that he had discovered a talent that he had since he was a child, and he was not afraid of heights!

Harry subconsciously lifted the broomstick a little more to make it fly higher, which made him feel more exciting and enjoyable.

The screams and pantings of the girls could be heard on the ground, and he could hear Ron's shouts of admiration, which he liked very much.

Dragons beget dragons, phoenixes beget phoenixes, and Jaime's son will take off.

Harry jerked the broom around and pointed it at Malfoy in the air, much to his surprise.

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

"Oh, really?" Malfoy scoffed disdainfully, their family was not a poor ghost who couldn't buy a broomstick, and his flight hours were close to 100 hours.

In his opinion, a fool like Harry Potter who has just started to get his hands on it will definitely not be able to fly him.

However, Harry's next performance was a big surprise for Malfoy, who seemed to be born with a knack for what to do.

He leaned forward and gripped the broom tightly with both hands, and it shot at Malfoy like a javelin. Malfoy thought that he could barely float in the air, but he didn't expect him to really rush over, and he didn't have time to react, so he could barely fall to the side, like hiding in an equestrian kick, dodging and dodging.

Harry brushed past him, then turned back sharply, grabbed the broom steadily, and stared at him deadly, the moment of confidence that had given him a few people applauding below.

"There's no Crabbe and Goyle here to protect you, Malfoy." Harry shouted.

Malfoy listened, agreeing with him, but looking at Clarke, who seemed to be laughing at him, he gritted his teeth and chose to retreat strategically, flying in the opposite direction, while Harry leaned over and followed him closely.