Quidditch's charm obviously doesn't stop at Slytherin.

On Thursday morning, there were many more people in the auditorium, besides the students who were immersed in eating, talking and boasting to each other just like the Slytherin of last night.

This includes, but is not limited to, catching up with a Muggle fighter on a broomstick, and flying into space to dodge a missile......

Lin An ate beef sauce roll pasta this morning, she shrunk everything she ate and put it in her bag, and her mood was already as good as the New Year early in the morning.

Now with all this talk, Hogwarts is instantly better.

"Draco," she teased the little dragon beside her, "why didn't you say yesterday that you flew into space to stop the missile?" ”

If that is the case, then you only need to buy a flying broomstick, which can replace the land-based mid-course anti-missile interception.

Well, the end of science will be theology through and through.

Draco's gray-blue eyes looked at her, but he didn't speak.

Slytherin, however, seemed as noble and reserved as ever this morning, as if he were not interested in the subject of the laity.

But Lin An knew that they had already boasted about it last night, and now that they were outside, they naturally looked more "noble".

Just then, an owl flapped its fan onto Gryffindor's table and dropped a package.

This is Neville's owl, and the package contains a large glass ball that seems to be filled with white smoke...... Again, the students screamed and gathered around.

Neville looked nervous.

His face flushed, and in the face of the sudden attention, he stammered, "This is ...... It's a memory ball, and my grandmother knows I always have no memory. It'll tell you if there's something you've forgotten to do, and voila, you squeeze it tightly, like this, if it turns red, oh-" [original]

His face suddenly lengthened, as the memory ball suddenly glowed red.

But at this moment, he couldn't remember what he had forgotten.

"Do you want it?" Draco sat aside, lazily staring at the woods over there.

Lin An shook his head: "No." After all, this thing can't specifically remind me that I forgot what I haven't done, and it's not as effective as a memo. ”

Instead of calling it a memory ball, it should be called an anxiety ball.

Look, Neville was on the verge of crying.

Draco looked over, "That's the Longbottom family's kid, but at one point he was suspected of being a Squib - you had a fight with Harry Potter last time because of him, right?" ”

Lin An couldn't cry or laugh: "It's not because of him, and there is no quarrel, it's just that both of us have mistakes." ”

"And we've made an appointment to talk about it at the Quidditch pitch on Friday afternoon."

As for why I chose Friday afternoon, because school ends early that day and there are no classes on Saturday.

The Quidditch pitch is empty, and if they talk about something personal, they won't be heard.

Draco's face was visibly reluctant.

He seemed to want to say something, but finally shut his mouth fiercely.

At half past three in the afternoon, the Gryffindor and Slytherin students were already eager to get to the school's grass.

It was their first flying lesson, and it happened to be a rare sunny day with a light breeze.

The grass was flat, the green blades of grass waving slightly at their feet, and on the other side of the lawn was the forbidden forest, and the black trees in the distance swayed in the wind. [Original]

Twenty broomsticks have been neatly placed on the ground to ensure that every student has one.

That's right, this is also what makes Lin An sigh, the number of students in the entire Hogwarts is not even comparable to a district kindergarten.

There were nine students in this Slytherin class.

Gryffindor had a slight advantage, but only eleven.

That is, the total number of new students in the entire grade does not exceed fifty.

Such a large castle is simply a tyrannical thing.

……

[Twenty brooms written in the original book, one for each person.] I've just watched it several times and to be honest, I'm stunned. ］