Everyone had letters, even Harry, whose Hedwig flapped her wings between the jam tray and the sugar jar and placed a note on Harry's plate. Harry opened the note.

"Dear Harry (very scribbled):

I know you don't have classes on Friday afternoons, so I wonder if you can come and have tea with me around 3 p.m.? I'd love to know how your first week went. Please let Hedwig hear back to me.

Hagrid"

Harry borrowed a quill from Ron and hurriedly wrote on the back of the note, "Okay, I'll be happy to see you soon." Then let Hedwig fly away.

Charon took the reply letter from his parents from his little black claws, and read it happily, his mother was still the same, making people chatter warmly. The letter was followed by her concern for her father, and the enthusiasm of the whole family came through the letter.

Charon was about to reply, and when he caught a glimpse of Harry writing back, he couldn't help but wonder who wrote to Harry. Could it be that his aunt's family suddenly discovered their conscience?

He poked his head over and asked, "Harry, whose letter?" ”

Harry said excitedly, "Hagrid, you've seen the tall forest ranger who brought us here, and he invited me to his place for tea. ”

Forest farm? It's the Forbidden Forest next to the school. Charon couldn't find a suitable reason to go there, knowing that the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts not only contained magical animals, but also all kinds of elixirs, exotic treasures, and precious minerals, as well as a large number of dead animal corpses as necromantic consumables. Charon's mouth watered just thinking about it.

He hurriedly joined in the fun and said, "Harry, that Hagrid is very interesting, I also want to get to know him, can I go with you?" You ask in the letter. By the way, Hermione, do you want to go with us? ”

Hermione had nothing to do, and everyone was going to follow the crowd. After these days of getting along, Ron's fear of Charon has gradually faded, Harry, Hermione and Charon are together, and he has to get along with him, and after a long time, he often ignores that he is a necromancer of the Shafiq family.

Harry, of course, wanted his friends to be friends too, and he happily wrote back to his request. With what he knew about Hagrid, the other party would have accepted it gladly.

At half past three in the afternoon, the students hurried down the steps to the field in front of the door to prepare for their first flying lesson. It was a clear, breezy day, and the grass waved slightly under their feet as they walked briskly down the sloping grass toward a flat lawn across the field. On the other side of the lawn is the forest, and in the distance the thick green trees sway in the wind.

Twenty broomsticks were neatly laid out on the ground. Charon had heard other students complain about the broomsticks at school, some of which would tremble when you flew too high, and some of which would always tilt slightly to the left. Now it seems that these brooms are really worn and old.

Their teacher, Mrs. Hodge, came. She has short gray hair and two yellow eyes, like the eyes of an eagle.

"Okay, what are you all waiting for?" She snapped, "Everybody stands next to a broomstick. Hurry, hurry, hurry. ”

Charon glanced down at his broomstick, his eyes full of disgust, the thing was worn and old, and some branches were poking out in all directions. It's too far from my own family!

"Stretch out your right hand and put it over the broomstick," called Mrs. Hooch in front, "and say, 'Get up!'"

"Get up!" Everyone shouted.

Charon's broom jumped into his hand at once, but there were only a few such obedient brooms, including Harry's. Hermione. Granger's broom just rolled on the ground, and Neville's broom didn't move at all. Charon was a little surprised, but he didn't expect Harry Potter to be not an ordinary person, he actually had such a talent in this, and he was even more powerful than Hermione.

Mrs. Hodge then showed them how to mount a broomstick without slipping off their heads. She walked up and down the line, correcting their hand grips.

"All right, as soon as I whistle, you kick your legs off the ground and kick hard." Mrs. Hodge said, "Hold the broom steady, rise a few feet, and then lean forward slightly and fall vertically back to the ground." Listen to my whistle - three-two-"

However, Neville was too nervous to be left on the ground, so he kicked hard and flew up without waiting for the whistle to touch Mrs. Hooch's lips.

"Come back, kid!" Mrs. Hodge shouted, but Neville went straight up like a cork spewing out of a bottle—twelve—twenty feet. Charon saw his frightened, pale face looking at the ground that was speeding away below, and saw him slide off the side of his broomstick with his mouth wide open, and then—thud—a thud, a thud, Neville lay face down in the grass on the ground, huddled into a ball. His broomstick was still rising higher and higher, and then began to float slowly in the direction of the Forbidden Forest, disappearing.

Mrs. Hooch bent down at Neville, her face as pale as Neville's.

"Broken wrist." Charon heard her whisper, "All right, child—it's all right, get up." ”

She turned to the other students in the class and said, "I'll take this child to the hospital, and none of you are allowed to move!" Put the broomstick back in its place, or you'll be kicked out of the Hogwarts gates before you can say 'Quidditch'. Let's go, dear. ”

Neville had tears on his face, grabbed his wrists, and limped away with Mrs. Hooch. Mrs. Hodge put her arm around him.

No sooner had they gone than Malfoy burst out laughing.

"Do you see that face, that stupid big man?" The other Slytherin students chimed in.

"Shut up, Malfoy." Parvati Patil snapped.

"Ho, protecting Longbottom?" Pansy Parkinson said she was an ugly-looking Slytherin girl. "I didn't expect you to like chubby little tear packs, Petyer."

"Look!" Malfoy said, rushing over to grab something on the grass, "It was given to him by the grandmother of the big fool Longbottom." ”

He held up the memory ball, which glistened in the sunlight.

"Bring it, Malfoy." Harry whispered. Everyone stopped talking and watched.

Malfoy grinned evilly.

"How about I put it somewhere, and let Longbottom pick it up—put it on a tree?"

"Bring it!" Harry shouted, but Malfoy had already jumped on his broomstick and taken off. His previous words were not bragging—he did fly well—he hovered parallel to the treetops of an oak tree, and cried out loudly; "Come and get it, Potter!"

Harry grabbed his broomstick.

"No way!" Hermione Granger shouted, "Mrs. Hooch told us not to move—you're going to get us all in trouble." ”

Harry ignored her. The blood rattled his eardrums. He mounted his broomstick and kicked the ground so hard that he ascended, the air whirring through his hair, his robes fluttering behind him.

Charon squinted his eyes and looked up at Harry, the bright sunlight lining his figure with gold, "This kid is so impulsive. He thought.

Unfortunately, everyone didn't seem to see it that way, and the screams and pants of the girls could be heard next to them, and Ron could be heard shouting in admiration.

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.

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.

"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.

Harry saw the orb rise into the sky in slow motion, and then began to fall. He leaned forward and pointed his broomstick downward—and in the blink of an eye he swooped down, chasing the orb—the wind whistling in his ears, mingled with the screams of the spectators below, and he reached out and caught the orb a foot above the ground. He straightened the broomstick in time, and then he fell lightly to the grass, holding the memory ball firmly in his palm.

Just as Harry got up triumphantly, a scream was heard in the distance, "Harry Potter!" That was Professor McGonagall's voice!

Charon could see Harry's face turn from red to pale in an instant, including Charon himself, everyone's hearts sank, "Oh no, Harry is going to be miserable!" ”

Harry got up from the ground, shivering.

"I've been at Hogwarts for all these years—never—"

Professor McGonagall was speechless in astonishment, her glasses glinting with anger, "-how dare you- you're going to break your neck-"

As soon as the other little wizards spoke, they were ordered to shut up!

"Alright, Potter, follow me." Professor McGonagall strode towards the castle, Harry mechanically following.

When Harry left, only Malfoy and his henchmen smiled smugly, happily talking about it as a joke.

Everyone was dejected, "Harry won't be expelled, will he?" Ron almost cried.

Charon reassured: "No, let's all write a joint letter together to make things clear, if Harry is punished, I don't think someone who provoked the trouble will not have a good life!" Immediately thinking it was a good idea, Hermione pulled out her letter and began to write.