"Bring it, Malfoy." Rig stood up and looked directly at Malfoy.

Everyone stopped talking and watched.

Harry and Ron stood behind Rig and signaled.

The other Gryffindor wizards stood in a half-circle around Rig, glaring at Malfoy.

Vaguely, Rig already had the appearance of the leader of the first-year Gryffindor students.

Malfoy grinned evilly.

Probably imitating his father.

But his immature face makes this expression less intimidating, but a little funny.

"I'd like to put it somewhere and let Longbottom pick it up. How about putting it on a tree? ”

"Bring it!" Harry finally couldn't help but shout.

But Malfoy had already jumped on his broomstick and taken off.

His previous words were not bragging, he did fly well, the liftoff was smooth, and the speed was fast.

Of course, being able to dodge Muggle planes is an exaggeration.

Malfoy's pale blonde hair fluttered in the air.

He hovered at a height parallel to the treetop of an oak tree and shouted.

"Come and get it, Potter!"

Harry grabbed his broomstick, which jumped obediently into his hand.

"No way!" Hermione Granger shouted, "Madame Hooch told us not to move—you could be expelled!" ”

Hearing this, Harry hesitated.

The time he spent at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was the happiest time of his life.

Rig pulled Harry, "Go, Mrs. Hooch can't expel the students." If Professor McGonagall comes, I'll explain. ”

Rig is sure of that.

Under the leadership of the current Headmaster, Dumbledore, this is no longer the Hogwarts that used to be arbitrarily expelled and corporal punishment of students in history.

What's more, this is the savior Harry Potter who resolutely intervened in order to help his companions.

How in keeping with the spirit of Gryffindor.

Harry nodded in trust.

How much Professor McGonagall liked Rigger was known to every student who had taken Transfiguration.

Even if they meet on the road, Professor McGonagall's serious face will rarely be smiling.

Harry's heart was pounding nervously, blood rattling his eardrums.

He got on his broomstick and kicked the ground hard.

So Harry went up, the air whirring through his hair, his robes fluttering behind him—a sudden rush of ecstasy in his heart, realizing that he had discovered a skill he could teach himself—so easy, so wonderful.

Harry lifted the broomstick a little more, allowing it to fly higher.

He heard the screams and pants of girls on the ground, and heard Ron's shouts of admiration.

There is also Rig's dispatch for the little wizard, two to inform Madame Hooch at the school hospital, and two to find Professor McGonagall's voice.

Rig arranged while teaching the little wizard the words to inform.

Hermione nodded her head as she listened, repeating it.

Ron's legs went a little weak when he heard that he was going to see Professor McGonagall.

His Transfiguration wasn't good, and he was so scared of Professor McGonagall.

But Rig had arranged everything, and he had long been accustomed to following the arrangements of Rig, the smartest among them.

So Ron walked back and forth.

Hermione wordlessly pulled up his sleeve and ran, "Don't look, we need to get to the professor quickly." ”

Remembering that Harry was still in the sky, Hermione was too worried about something that would happen to her classmates.

That height......

Thinking of this, Hermione ran faster, and there were words in her mouth for fear of remembering it wrong.

Harry jerked his broomstick around and pointed it at Malfoy in the air.

Malfoy looked taken aback.

"Bring it," Harry shouted, "or I'll knock you off the broomstick." ”

"Oh, really?" Malfoy said.

He wanted to laugh, but the expression on his face was nervous.

This one is damn broken, how Quidditch also plays well.

This came as a big surprise to Malfoy.

Harry seemed to be born knowing what to do.

He leaned forward and gripped the broom with both hands, and it shot at Malfoy like a javelin.

Malfoy barely dodged.

Harry jerked back and grabbed the broomstick steadily.

A few people below are clapping.

But more people were turned around by the regiment under Rig's command, looking for materials everywhere.

Harry and Malfoy flew too high, and Rig couldn't remember if Harry was injured this time, so he had to prepare with both hands.

Halfway through the preparations, Rig heard the sound of his Transfiguration and Flotation upgrades, but he didn't have time to care.

As soon as he looked up, he could see Harry and Malfoy confronting each other in mid-air.

Rig was busy turning the Gryffindor scarf, the pullover sweater and coat in his hand into a rectangular carpet one by one, and then floating in the air layer by layer.

Seeing this scene, the young wizards of Slytherin House talked a lot.

Be amazed by Rig's magical prowess and worry about Malfoy and the Savior in the air.

They weren't sure about Malfoy's Quidditch skills, not to mention that Harry Potter was riding a broomstick for the first time.

If either of these two people falls, they will both be miserable.

Thinking of this, Pansy Parkinson pulled off his scarf and took a few more of his friends'.

As soon as the green and silver Slytherin scarf appeared in front of the busy Rig's eyes, Rig looked up in surprise.

Pansy squeezed an inaudible thank you from between her teeth and ran away.

Back in the Slytherin ranks, she still had a gloomy face.

The friends looked at each other, and no one dared to tease Pansy's tiger whiskers at this time.

So, the Slytherin side slowly fell silent.

"There's no Crab and Goyle here to protect you, Malfoy." Harry shouted.

Malfoy seems to have had the same idea.

"Here, see if you can catch it!" With a yell, he threw the orb high into the air before quickly landing towards the ground.

At this point, Rig's carpet phalanx was finally erected.

Malfoy looked down in surprise at the carpet phalanx above the lawn.

Damn, when was this erected and where did the carpet come from!

Rig kept adjusting his breathing and steadily outputting his mana.

Four or five layers of fluffy irregular carpets fluttered up and down in the air - Rig really didn't have the magic or time to change the shape of those rugs, he just had to use them.

Harry saw the orb rise into the sky in slow motion, and then began to fall.

He leaned forward and pointed his broomstick downward.

Malfoy gritted his teeth, looking at the carpet and knowing that he wouldn't be able to get the results he wanted today.

In the blink of an eye, Harry sped down and chased the orb.

The wind whistled in his ears, mingled with the screams of the little wizard below, and he reached out and caught the orb two feet above the ground.

Then he slowed down and slammed headlong into the Gryffindor-colored carpet, landing smoothly with the carpet, Harry holding the memory ball firmly in his palm.

"Harry Potter!"

Professor McGonagall was finally overdue.

Behind her were Ron, who was waving excitedly to the others, and Hermione, who was smiling.