Quick question: How do you get closer to a Gryffindor quickly?

Answer: Join him in spitting about the Slytherin students.

There are two houses in Hogwarts that have extremely tense relations, and that is Gryffindor and Slytherin. They are like water and fire, acid and alkali, it is extremely difficult to coexist, and they often quarrel within a few minutes of meeting.

Few Gryffindor students could be worse than taking classes with Slytherin students—if anything, taking Potions classes with them.

When the latest class schedule came out, the first-year students were in mourning because they were going to have flying lessons with Slytherin.

"It's bad luck," Harry said with a look of frustration on his face, "and soon I'll be riding a broomstick in front of Malfoy." ”

Harry had high expectations for the flying lesson, a little more than any other class, but he received such bad news, which was undoubtedly a blow to him.

"It's not certain who will look like a foreigner," Ron began to analyze Harry, "Don't you know about that Malfoy guy?" Always talking big, he says he's a great Quidditch game, but I bet he's just bragging. ”

"But he comes from a wizarding family after all." Harry was still worried.

Ron was smiling happily.

"Harry, the Malfoy family is the only kid on him, and even if he has a broomstick, who is he playing with?" Ron and his brothers are actually very good at flying, and Charlie, Fred and George are the core of Gryffindor Quidditch, which is inseparable from the fact that they used to ride the family's broken broom to Quidditch when they were children.

Compared to the Weasleys, the Malfoy family is very thin, and those branches that have long since separated do not live in Malfoy Manor, so Ron thinks that Draco Malfoy must have no one to play Quidditch with him when he was a child.

Harry fell silent. He was still a little worried, because he hadn't even been on a plane before, let alone flying on a broomstick.

"Don't be nervous, no matter how well he flies, can he still be as strong as me?" Seeing his friend's preoccupied look, Ron simply put his arms around his neck and comforted him: "When I was a child, I rode Charlie's broken broom and dodged a Muggle hang glider!" ”

"But Malfoy said he dodged the helicopter."

"Then next time you tell him that you've dodged the Muggle fighters." Love's voice interrupted the conversation between the two. He knew very well in his heart that this group of young wizards from wizard families were all bragging. Not to mention dodging the plane, they probably haven't even seen what the plane looks like.

Malfoy reckons hard to imagine the amount of air and noise the helicopter could cause, and it would be hard for Love to understand how he had come back alive if he had passed by a helicopter in the air.

"What fighters do Muggles have?" Looking at Ron's appearance, he was obviously tempted, and he was ready to ask a few proper nouns from Love.

"Stuka, it's pretty representative." Love smiled slightly, and gave a very famous model of the aircraft. As for whether Stuka was a fighter jet, Love didn't feel the need to delve into it, he just wanted to hear Ron's story of how he fought Stuka in British airspace as a child.

"Good, Stuka!" Ron's eyes lit up, "Does it have any characteristics?" ”

"Oh, the plane makes a hellish whistling when it dives – that's the sound of the buzzer on the fuselage of the plane."

"Cool!"

Soon, at lunchtime, Love heard Ron's loud voice in the auditorium.

"I didn't even tell you that when I was a kid I rode my brother's broomstick and narrowly avoided a Stuka fighter! You're not there, and it's hard to imagine that the plane was roaring like hell as it flew, but I knew it was just the wind roaring machine on the plane—"

"Are you sure it's the Stuka fighter who passed you by?" Justin Finchrie at the next table couldn't hold back, he almost sniffed out with a smile, and when he had finally calmed down his excitement, he forced a smile and threw a question at Ron.

"Of course." Ron vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he still insisted that the plane was a fake Stuka fighter.

"Snort...... Hahahaha! Justin leaned on the table and laughed.

"What's wrong?" Ron looked dazed, no matter how sluggish he was, he should have realized that something was wrong.

"Well, Ron, Stuka was a German fighter in World War II," Hermione, who sat at the table next to him, helped him clear his mind, "If you were born in the '30s, you might have seen it." ”

Of course, this is why the name of the machine that Love reported to Ron is so famous, if he says an osprey, Rafale or something, maybe it really fools Ron.

Ron:......

The Gryffindor wizards, who had figured out what was going on, laughed out loud in unison.

Ron's whole face was flushed, and even the roots of his ears seemed to be cooked, he looked at Harry, and said to Harry in a half-complaining tone, "Harry, why didn't you tell me!" ”

Harry forced a smile and told Ron that he hadn't thought that much, that Stuka was indeed a very famous plane, but who knew that Ron was going to make up stories about it!

"That's right, it's a characteristic of our Weasley family."

"Our younger brother was born in 1930, and he just looked young."

Fred and George, who reacted, did not hesitate to make fun of their younger brother, and the atmosphere of joy wafted around the Gryffindor House long table, and the tense air of the freshmen room due to the upcoming flying lesson was swept away.

At half past three in the afternoon, Love, Hermione, and the rest of the Gryffindor first-year students hurried out of the castle to get ready for their first flying lesson.

The weather was nice today, clear and cloudless, with only a light breeze. The moment he stepped out of the castle, Love's mood was as good as the weather today. He walked briskly down the sloping grass toward a flat lawn across the field. Across the lawn from the flying lesson is the Forbidden Forest, and the trees in the distance are swaying in the wind.

Hermione looked a little nervous, and she kept talking to Love about some flight instructions she had seen in a library book called Quidditch Origins, hoping to help.

"Reading a manual won't teach you how to drive, and just as a book can't teach you how to ride a broomstick." Love said helplessly.

As he walked to the edge of the lawn, Love noticed that the Slytherin students were already standing and waiting, with twenty broomsticks lined up neatly on the ground.

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The second is more present~

See you tomorrow at 12 o'clock at noon!