After the lesson, Draco was silent for a long time.

After a long time, Lin An asked him with a smile: "What's wrong?" Did you find that I was not as strong as you thought I was, so you regretted making friends with me? ”

"Nope."

Draco glared at her angrily.

He finally put aside the temptation and observation of the nobles, and asked bluntly, "Why are you still so strong in the Muggle world?" ”

"Don't you really know who your parents are?"

"I'm a wanderer, and I live by the bridge. There is no fixed place to live, and there is no food to eat. Lin An said calmly.

"So it doesn't matter who my parents are, my situation already speaks for itself."

"Draco, is it a shame for you to have a Muggle-born friend? So each of you wants to find my bloodline. ”

"I'm not—"

Draco blushed.

But he didn't know how to refute it.

Because in Malfoy's education, it was impossible for a wizard to be friends with someone of Muggle descent unless it was profitable.

But—

He is also only 11 years old this year.

So after blushing, Draco said forcefully, "No, you represent strength in your own right, you don't care about blood. ”

Lin An smiled contentedly, and then touched his hair, which was growing thicker

"Good."

"Hey!" Draco shuddered, and couldn't help but pull her hand off.

That night, Lin An readjusted his plans.

She didn't have her study schedule so tight anymore.

If a wizard can live to be hundreds of years old, or a hundred and fifty years old, or something, she still has more than a hundred years to learn.

Then at school, you don't have to be so nervous - the Dark Lord taught her that physical health is the most important thing.

After all, so far, she has not heard of any magic potions that can treat cervical spondylosis and lumbar spondylosis, and she still needs to exercise.

But soon, Hogwarts' unique physical education class arrived.

A notice was posted in the Slytherin break room: On Thursday, they were going to have flying lessons with Gryffindor students.

The entire lounge was lively, and even if Lin An emphasized concentration during revision, it was difficult for everyone not to get distracted.

Even Draco, after an hour of revision, couldn't help but talk excitedly about his flying experience, complaining that the first-year students were not eligible to play on the House Quidditch team.

He even sighed to Lin An, saying that it was a pity that she could not witness his heroic deeds of "narrowly dodging a Muggle helicopter" during one flight.

But fortunately, Lin An only needed to look at his gray-blue pupils with black eyes, and then smiled seriously:

"Really?"

Draco instantly wilted.

"Oh," he whispered, a little embarrassed and a little self-defeating, "it didn't hit, but I was riding a children's broomstick and saw a Muggle helicopter flying by in the sky." You know," he explained to Lin An:

The Enchanted Manor can block Muggle vision, but wizards can see Muggle action in the sky.

Of course, Lin An was still willing to tolerate his boasting, after all, not only Draco, but the whole of Slytherin was in such a warm mood.

In contrast, a helicopter that dodged a Muggle was one of the more reliable.

As we all know, helicopters are also not that fast.

"Aren't you looking forward to it?" Draco asked her, "That's Quidditch!" ”

Lin An closed the "Magical Quidditch Ball" in his hand.

She had just synthesized all the points of the flight, and it was surprising that there was no traffic law for the broomstick.

Well, it can be seen that this is not a national mode of transportation, at most it is a popular activity for the whole people, similar to racing?

Lin An said bluntly: "Looking forward to it is still the same expectation, I have always wondered, will it be uncomfortable to ride a broomstick?" ”

After all, the broom rod is so thin!

If there is a flying motorcycle or a flying car, it will definitely be more exciting.