My name is Neville Longbottom, and I'm a little guy who lives at Hogwarts, and I never thought I would be taken away.

Here's the thing: This afternoon at 3:00:00 p.m., we Gryffindor had our bi-weekly flying lessons, and I came out of the castle with trepidation, and for this reason I listened to Miss Granger about the morning's flight instructions.

I had never ridden a broomstick in my life because my grandmother never let me get close to it.

I think what she said makes sense, even if I have both feet on the ground, I can still cause endless accidents, let alone fly in the sky.

Merlin bless, don't have an accident this time......

…… But the devil knows why the prayer Merlin will come out of Murphy (Murphy's Law: abbreviated as what to fear).

"All right, as soon as I whistle, you kick your legs off the ground, and kick hard......"

I finally summoned the broomstick, and managed to make it honest, until Mrs. Hodge whistled and it stayed quietly under my crotch, and—

I flew ahead of schedule......

“？？？ Yes? ”

"Come back, kid!"

"Oh-"

"No !!"

I was stunned when I looked at the buildings on the ground that had become smaller, I suddenly woke up when I saw the surprised expressions of my classmates, I started to react when I watched Mrs. Hooch yell, and I started to shout when I watched the broom go crazy......

Then it occurred to me that Uncle Algie had pushed me down the docks of the Black Lagoon and nearly drowned me; When I was eight years old, I was thrown down and had a magical riot, so I got my Riffo......

Am I having a grudge against Feitian?! Why do you have to find floating in the air every time something happens?

I began to try to control the broom, but it didn't work, and the broom shook involuntarily as if someone had controlled it.

Spinning, jumping...... I closed my eyes......

Hey? How is the control weakened?

I pounced in surprise and clung to the broomstick, even as it frantically thrust up and down.

However, with my luck, how can I not get lucky?

"Click!"

The broom actually broke! I fell out of mid-air!

You've fought hard to get rid of me, man!

"Bang" fell, "boom" and I lay face down in the grass on the ground, huddled in pain.

"My wrist is broken," I heard Mrs. Hooch whisper, "all right, son, it's all right, you get up." ”

She turned to the other students in the class and said, "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 the Hogwarts gates before you can say a Quidditch. Let's go, dear. ”

……

"Oh, little one......"

Ricardo stood in front of the window and watched as the so-called martyr rode his wand straight up, like a cork spewing out of a bottle.

Twelve, fifteen, twenty feet...... His frightened, pale face stared at the ground that was speeding away below, his mouth wide open and panting, about to slide off the side of his broomstick.

"Yuga Dim Leviosa!"

Ricardo took out his wand and uttered the incantation clearly and quickly.

The air flow agitated, and it struck the body of the martyr quickly and pretentiously, and yet—

Why did he hold the broom instead?

It's like going to save someone, you work hard to get the hostage out of the kidnapper's arms, and that person hugs the kidnapper tightly.

…… Ricardo: Forget it, I'm tired.

However, he suddenly frowned, surprised to feel something.

It was a killing intent that instantly pointed at the heavenly boy, and Ricardo, who had experienced countless battles with dark wizards, naturally knew that it was a sign of the release of black magic.

Aha?

This killing intent was very subtle, and if it weren't for the powerful spiritual power, if it weren't for years of actual combat experience, Ricardo wouldn't have been able to feel its existence.

So what's going on?

"Armor protection!"

Without thinking about it for a moment, Ricardo raised his hand and shot the colorless armor at the little boy.

This was the quickest way to unsolve the spell, and he believed that Hogwarts would not dare to throw the three unforgivables, and that most dark magic spells could be solved with this one, or weakened.

Sure enough, a spell shot at the boy, canceling out his spell.

"Armor protection!"

"Stop!"

In the blink of an eye, the spells were staggered, and Ricardo and the unknown man fought several spells in the air, but because they were silent, not many people found out.

And for the sake of concealment, their spells are not necessarily very powerful.

After a while, the black spell stopped, and as Ricardo pondered its origin, the Flying Boy's broom shook like crazy, more violently than before.

Chanting magic?

This is a relatively remote category, cursing opponents by chanting, and it looks powerful, but it is actually far worse than interfering with a wand.

Ricardo recalled the solution, and it was clear that this curse was a contest of mental and magical power, and as long as one side stopped, it lost the contest.

I haven't been afraid of anyone more than spirit!

He immediately recited a spell to remove the curse attached to the broomstick.

It all happened in the blink of an eye, and by the time Professor McGonagall came down the stairs, they had already begun to face off.

Suddenly! The curse was withdrawn in less than a quarter of a second, and a blast spell slammed into the broomstick!

It was originally an antiquity, and the broom that had experienced the two positions of the Spell vs. Wave Intermediate and the Curse Duel Intermediate, how could it withstand the test of this wave of impact spells? In an instant, the broom broke, the boy fell to the ground, his wrist broke, and Ricardo only had time to release the buffer!

Depend on!

Don't play like this!

Ricardo's brows were tied in knots, he never thought that someone would make a move in public!

This is Hogwarts!

This is right under Dumbledore's nose!

Someone would dare to cast a black magic spell on a student!

Without even thinking about it, Ricardo knew who was fighting him in the air, and he quickly rushed out of the office and rang the doorbell for Chino's office.

The door opened, and Chino walked out with a satisfied smile.

"Quirinas Chino!" Ricardo roared under his breath, "Are you crazy to cast a spell on a first-year?" ”

"His parents bothered me a lot," Chino stopped stammering, "I just wanted to punish that idiot." ”

"You'd better not hurt the students in front of me!" Ricardo glared at Chino, "I know a lot of things that I can tell the other professors and even make them public!" ”

"You dare!"

"Then don't touch my bottom line!" Ricardo pointed his wand at Chino, "I'm not going to let any student get hurt in front of me!" ”

"Remember, Chino, we all know why I didn't report you, but if you really endanger the students, I'll kill you if I give up this position!"

……

"How does it feel to have power, Chino?"

"Too ...... Fantastic, host ......"

"Alright, now that you're familiar with these spells, let's find a way to interfere with our savior, preferably, just let him die, anyway, the broomstick accident is not a special case, is it? Hahaha......"