Chapter Twenty-Five: Flying Lessons

Taking advantage of the lunch break, Brie lay on the bed and took the notes and read them, some of the spells in it were useful, and some of them were lost or not universal.

And with the blessing of natural magic, these spells will burst out with stronger power, and now Brie's strength has been greatly improved, and the magic power in his body is still increasing.

"Some of the older Slytherins aren't my opponents anymore, but the little snakes love nothing more than to shoot in the dark, and who knows if they have a backhand...... But if you provoke me again, I don't care about the harmony of the academy, fists are the rules. ”

After a break, Brie waved his wand and cast a time manifestation, and seeing that it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon, Brie was ready to go downstairs to class, flying has always been a dream of human beings, and wizards are inevitably obsessed, but riding on a broom is too stupid, and it is said that the flying magic carpet is strictly forbidden by the Ministry of Magic, and I don't know why, is it for the Quidditch game?

Can't imagine a group of wizards flying around in the sky on broomsticks, chasing after them, doesn't their butts hurt?

Brie had no interest in Quidditch at all, and didn't even think there was any point in flying like this, but who made flying a compulsory course in the first year, and if he failed a lesson at the end of the semester, he would have to repeat the grade, and he didn't want to wait for Ms. Hodge on the lawn with a group of first-year imps with brooms in the second year.

Especially one guy who is still bragging about his Quidditch skills, standing shoulder to shoulder with Muggle planes.

When did Malfoy become so naΓ―ve?

Today's Quidditch class is with Gryffindor, and maybe that's why.

Brie glanced at the Gryffindor cubs, saw Harry and Ron's skeptical expressions at Malfoy's self-aggrandizement, and heard some discussion.

Of course, the jealousy in Ron's tone couldn't be ignored, and Harry looked nervous, as if Harry had been performing ...... in every class for the past week Not so unsatisfactory.

It's nothing, but who made him an immortal boy, a savior, who doesn't have enough strength to support fame, sometimes fame doesn't mean everything...

Brie's eyes changed.

"It seems that who said this... Snape? Snape was reminding Harry Potter that Brie thought he must be crazy, that he was the greasy bat that kept getting Harry Potter in trouble.

Throwing the strange thoughts out of her mind, Brie happened to hear Hermione muttering about the flight essentials on the side, and the girl was about to walk to the snake pile.

"Hermione?"

"Oh, Brie, I mean what's wrong?"

Looking at Hermione's nervous look, Brie chuckled and said, "It's just a lesson, even if you're not good at it, it's nothing, there is a saying in the East that no one is perfect, and sometimes flaws seem more real and more loved." ”

"Ah......?" Hermione looked at Brie, then thought, "I heard Brie that you slept from class to class in the history of magic, are you talking about such a person who is perfect... It seems that it is true that the flawed are more loved, and I heard the Ravenclaw who was in class with you Slytherin that day in the library say that you were so cute at the time, and they all wanted to pinch your fleshy little face. ”

"They?"

"Well, Ravenclaw has always been a lot of girls, and besides, what boy would want to pinch a boy's face if he has nothing to do?"

Hermione seemed to have calmed down, maybe she thought that the good Brie Ode had shortcomings, then maybe she ...... You can rely on studying harder to surpass Brie!

This made her see the light of day, no way, it was really Brie who was too strong in the rest of the class, and she was all hit to the point that she had no confidence.

"Hehe, well, it's good to be happy ladies, and I don't think I'm going to have a good time in today's flying lesson, it's not that I don't like flying, it's just broomsticks, you know, they're used to sweep floors in the Muggle world."

"Well, no one is perfect, Brie, don't be discouraged."

Brie watched Hermione grinning to the root of her ears, showing her front teeth, and saying comforting words, a little helpless, this girl didn't hide her happiness.

He didn't think that Hermione had already begun to look forward to flying lessons for a while.

She completely forgot about the lack of confidence just now, and her favorability for broomstick flight, which she thought was dangerous, grew.

Soon all the little wizards were standing in the field of flying lessons, where dozens of broomsticks were divided into two rows.

Naturally, Slytherin and Gryffindor looked at each other tacitly, and there was deep hostility in the eyes of both sides.

"These brooms are worse than the stairwell." Brie's face was full of disgust, and Millicent, the only one who dared to stand next to him, used her tall body to block the attention of the rest of the little snakes, and she whispered to Brie.

"I'm sorry, I was watched by them, they knew about my family, my sister was married to a Muggle wizard, and after talking to you in Potions class that day, they found out about me......"

"It's alright, Millicent, it's all over." Cloth smiled, but his heart was extremely cold, Brie didn't need to explain, it was all over anyway, not to mention that he didn't take Millicent to heart, as long as he wasn't an enemy, but he wouldn't be a friend.

"But you better not come near me lately, learning to be a Slytherin is what you should do." There is no strength, so you can only follow the rules of the strong, which is something that a little snake should learn, and Brie has jumped out of the rule circle of the seniors, and he doesn't want to participate in it anymore, he just wants to learn, not intrigue.

Millicent didn't speak, she wasn't stupid, but she was still sad, just an 11-year-old girl, maybe she dared to risk her to warn Brie at the time, and it wouldn't give her no reason to go near Brie again.

"Okay, what are you waiting for?"

Lady Hodge arrived, a neat lady with short hair, dressed in a comfortable and convenient robe.

The eyes are as sharp as eagles.

With her arrival, the crowd quickly organized into order.

"Very good, stand in two rows and don't move, put the broom down, this is not in order, I will teach you from the very basics..."

"Hmph." Malfoy threw the broom on the ground, as if it were not him who had been in high spirits just now, and it was he who disliked the broomsticks that were wrapped around the branches.

"Alright, stretch out your right hand, now on top of the broomstick, stand up straight, don't bend over!"

Ms. Hodge swept everyone's face before she continued, "Then say, 'Get up,' and trust your broom!" ”

"Get up!" Everyone began experimenting, with Malfoy and Harry immediately getting the broom up, and some of the little wizards who had played with the broom were also successful.

Strangely, Hermione was the third, and she was a little slower than Malfoy and Harry.

Hermione looked at Brie and looked up haughtily.

Brie turned his head and did not look at her, but shouted into his broom on the ground, "Get up! ”

The broom rolled twice on the ground before it flew slowly, as if angry.

What are you angry about?!

Looking at the tattered broom in his hand, Brie resisted the idea of throwing it away, he didn't know what kind of capital anger this broom had, but this should also be an alchemy product, right?

Brie, who was interested, wanted to take it apart and take a look.

But looking at the way it trembled and was about to fall apart, I temporarily stopped thinking about it, at least the blatant destruction of public property will deduct credits, and even deduct money, I heard that this thing is not cheap.

"Okay, now let's start teaching the gesture of holding a broom... Those who didn't pick up their brooms squatted down and picked them up. ”

With Ms. Hodge's teaching, Brie soon learned how to fly in the sky with a broomstick.

"I don't like this kind of flying anymore." Brie rode the broom under his crotch and sighed when he felt the diaphragm, but Malfoy, who was not far away, was trained for his own way of holding a broom, which didn't make Brie any happier.

"Now, listen to me, and when I count to three, you kick your legs hard!"

"One, two..."

"Ahh With a panicked cry, a figure flew up to the sky on a broomstick.

"Come back, kid!"

It's Neville Longbottom next to Hermione!

He didn't care about Ms. Hodge at all, she was too bold.

"Ah!!h

Well, watching Neville toss and turn in the sky with a pale face, constantly crashing into the castle, rising higher and higher, Brie understands that it's like a broom getting out of control, what a fool!

After thinking about it, Brie pulled out his wand and aimed it at Neville.

Could it be that Miss Hooch is a Squib who doesn't use magic, but scurries around with Neville's broomstick!

At that moment, Neville could no longer hold on to his broom and fell from the air.

"Whoosh!"

"Ahh

"Hang the Admiralty upside down!" Brie's spell struck Neville instantly, and he was hung upside down in mid-air just as he was about to touch the ground.

Neville was startled by the sudden flip, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

Brie did it on purpose, this kid should have a better memory, don't expect him to use the levitation charm to save Neville safely, Brie and Neville are not familiar with each other, compared to the head breaking the blood flow, this is already a good result, he is just...

"Oh, Merlin." Ms. Hooch trotted over to Neville, only to realize that Neville was hanging upside down just as she was about to speak.

"Admiralty landed." Neville was thrown again, but the distance didn't hurt him.

"Okay, you have to thank this gentleman, then ......" Miss Hooch looked at Brie's clothes, and said, "Add 10 points to Slytherin, now I have to take him to the school hospital, you all don't ......mess around here." ”

As if she had seen a tall boy not far away, Ms. Hooch shouted, "Mr. Oliver Wood, please do me a favor and watch these guys so that they are only allowed to fly low." ”

With that, he walked towards the castle with a sobbing Neville.