Lind patted the upper of his shoe and smiled with satisfaction. "The craftsmanship is good! Family heirloom. ”

After saying that, he felt in his pocket, and only found a gold Galleon. Malfoy stood up and looked at Linde with an angry expression, just about to say something, when he saw a Gareon shoot at him.

Clang!!

Garon hit him in the head, then bounced off the ground in a circle.

Before he could react, he saw Linde pass him and walk away.

"Stop me." Malfoy lunged at Lind like crazy. Crabbe and Goyle saw Malfoy's movements and tried to help, but as soon as they let go, Harry and Ron held their feet in turn, and they couldn't run.

Neville had just stood up, and he had also run towards Malfoy, trying to stop Malfoy's movements. There were still tears in the corners of his eyes, but he knew very well that Linde was helping him just now, and now it should be the reason why he helped Linde.

"Release! You bastard. Crabbe punched Harry's nosebleed.

Linde heard the sound behind him, and with a flick of his robe, the wand hidden in it landed firmly in his hand.

"Legs stiffen and die!"

Malfoy's legs were suddenly brought together by an invisible force, and his balance was broken in an instant, and his body fell forward.

He hurriedly tried to cover his face with his hands, lest he hand over his first intimate contact to the Hogwarts floor.

However, it was still a step too late.

Bang!

His body slammed into the floor, and when he looked up, all he could see was his nose gurgling with blood and his face flushed.

There was a burst of laughter, with Harry and Ron laughing the loudest, and they finally let go of Crabbe and Goyle's legs.

A couple of Slytherin guys rushed over to pick up Malfoy.

Neville stopped and stared blankly. Apparently this was a result he did not expect.

Linde didn't care about the reactions of the people around her. He glanced at Malfoy, chuckled, and turned away.

"You guy, I'm ...... I'm going to write to tell my dad that you wait, you wait to be expelled. Malfoy clutched his nose, crying in his voice

"Go ahead, go tell your dad that you were beaten up crying by a little Muggle, and see if your dad cleans you up or cleans me up." Linde's voice came out softly.

"You ......" Hearing Linde's words, he really didn't dare to write to his father about it.

"Stop me." Malfoy roared. Shake off the man who was supporting him, and walk to Linde.

Lind turned his head and looked at Malfoy.

He's getting impatient.

Andersen saw Linde's eyes, hurriedly flew to Malfoy's face, and said in a hoarse voice, "Shut up, go back, don't find something to do for yourself."

Go back quickly, don't be unhappy. ”

"Get out of here!" Malfoy slapped Andersen and walked towards Linde with a menacing attitude.

It's hard to persuade damn ghosts with good words.

Andersen saw that Malfoy was so ignorant, and flew back to Linde's shoulder. A deep voice

"Gah—(I'm angry, give him some color and see!) Scold...... ）”

Linde flicked Hans Christian Andersen's head and said helplessly, "It's your business!" What are you pretending to be next to me?! ”

"Quack—(I don't think it's more handsome, hehe.) ）”

Malfoy walked up to Linde and whispered, viciously, "I'm going to duel you!"

Just this evening. ”

"Hehe, yes! You can go anywhere.

But I warn you, when I see you take up your wand, our duel begins. ”

I don't know where the wind blew from there ruffled Linde's long hair, and under Malfoy's vision, Linde stared at him with a mockery on his face.

stared at him a little dazed.

After saying this, Linde turned and left.

After lunch, Linde did not go back to the lounge, but stayed in the hall and read until the afternoon.

Having been familiar with the topography of the castle for so long, it was rare for Hans Christian Andersen to continue to show him the way, but he was still used to carrying it.

Turn left and right, and after a while, they will be on the first floor of Hogwarts, today they are going to have flying lessons, and many young wizards can't wait to run straight to the lawn.

Turning a corner, Lind saw Jane and Hermione walking in front of her, holding hands.

"You did that little spell to blow the wind in the morning!" Hermione asked with a little excitement on her face.

"Huh? Is it? It's not me. But he was a little handsome when his hair was blown up just now! Jane whispered in denial.

"But I thought I saw his hair piercing his eyes."

"Really? Maybe he's holding on! Jane had a see-through look on her face.

"What do you say? Say I'll hear it. Andersen flew between the two little witches.

Then, when the two looked back, they saw that Linde had been following them for an unknown amount of time.

Yes! The two of them let out a scream, and then ran quickly to the lawn outside.

Andersen flew back to Linde's shoulder, looking smug.

"Dare to talk about me behind my back, see if I don't scare you to death." It thought triumphantly.

Linde could only walk out of the castle helplessly.

When you come to the meadow, you can see that there are already many young wizards around a woman with lean short hair, who is Lady Hooch, the teacher of Hogwarts flying lessons.

"Sir, you don't need to bring a book to flying lessons, find a place to put it away." Mrs. Hodge smiled at him.

"Oh, okay, Professor." Linde's attitude towards this kind of class that he was not interested in was average, and he felt that if he had to choose between heaven and sea, he would definitely choose the sea.

He's kind of stepping on the spot. I didn't have much time to read now, so I took the book to Hans Christian Andersen.

Andersen flew, grabbed the book that Linde handed him, and flew to the side of the castle.

In fact, its work is not so tiring, Linde can rest when he goes to class, study, and sleeps.

The main trouble is the need to be on call.

Alas, you can work hard! It sighed, then put the book down and fell asleep on its own.

"Okay, what are you all waiting for?" She snapped, "Everybody stands next to a broomstick. Hurry, hurry, hurry. ”

In a few moments, a small wizard stood beside each of the broomsticks on the ground. The Slytherin and Gryffindor students stood opposite each other, and anyone with a discerning eye could tell that both sides were competing with each other.

Linde glanced at the broom beside him, it was so worn and old, and there were a few burrs out of the handle of the broom, and if he rode this broom to brake suddenly, the burrs would pierce into the flesh......

Linde didn't dare to think about it anymore, so he had to look ahead.

"Stretch out your right hand and put it over the broomstick," Ms. Hodge shouted in front, "and say, 'Get up!'" ’”

"Get up." Linde shouted, and as expected, the broom had no intention of moving at all. At least the other little wizards had rolled their brooms, but he didn't move at all.

Harry's broom jumped into his hand in one fell swoop.

Mrs. Hodge explained to them how to get the broom to jump obediently into her hand.

"First of all, you have to be sure in your heart that you want to ride it, that you want it to fly you.

It's an affirmation of it, and an affirmation of yourself. As long as you do these two things, the broom will be willing to listen to you and fall into your hands. ”

Then, the lawn once again resounded with "Get up!" After Linde shouted again, the broom reluctantly jumped into his hand.

Ms. Hodge then showed them how to ride a broomstick without sliding off their heads. She walked up and down the line, correcting their hand grips.

By the way, Linde also saw Malfoy, whose nose was covered with paper, being corrected by Mrs. Hooch, and Linde had not once or twice heard him boast in the Great Hall that he was a master of broomsticks.