Harry was angry, it was the first time he had been so angry, it was unbearable.

Yesterday he had a fight with Malfoy and didn't win.

But the good news he received from Ron eased his anger a little.

Flying lessons are going to start this afternoon.

Flying, at any time, is a dream of human beings, except for those with a fear of heights.

Be sure to behave well in class and beat Malfoy to the next.

Even if he heard Malfoy talk about how good his flying skills were, and how many different kinds of broomsticks he had tried.

But Harry knew that Malfoy was bragging.

In fact, he believed it at first, until Malfoy boasted that he had managed to evade a Muggle helicopter with his superior flying skills during one flight.

Malfoy said he was on top of the helicopter and avoided it with an extremely difficult flight maneuver.

Harry didn't know what that difficult flight maneuver was, but he knew that the top of the helicopter was a propeller, and that if he avoided it, it would be torn into pieces.

No matter how magical the magic is, it can't complete the assembly and restoration of a pile of human fragments.

"Dudley, today's flying lesson is for our two academies to learn together."

While reading a book in the library in the morning, Hermione fidgeted and muttered about it.

"What to do? I wasn't prepared at all. No matter how many books I read, I couldn't learn to fly. ”

Flying, especially riding a broomstick, can only be practiced to produce the truth, and if you want to learn to fly in textbooks, it can only be wishful thinking.

You can't learn it without doing it.

"What if I can't learn?"

Hermione looked frustrated, as if she had seen everyone flying into the air and she couldn't ride a broomstick.

It's a shame.

"I'll stay on the ground with you."

Dudley replied without even thinking about it.

"What if I fall off a broomstick?"

Hermione then asked.

"I'll catch you down there." Dudley patted his chest and said he would be able to catch it.

Hermione:...

Although it sounds warm... But... I always felt that something was wrong.

At half past three in the afternoon, the young wizards of Slytherin and the first year of Gryffindor arrived on time to a lawn outside the castle, looking forward to being able to fly, whether it was a wizarding family or a Muggle-imposed wizard.

Only Dudley yawned boredly, to be honest he was not very interested in flying lessons, which only focused on practice, he was very self-aware, he would definitely not be able to fly, and he was more inclined to fly on his own strength when flying in a tool, and it was a clear, breezy day, this kind of weather was the most suitable for napping.

On the opposite side of the lawn is a continuous stream of black trees, and that location is the border of the Forbidden Forest.

Dozens or hundreds of broomsticks were neatly arranged on the ground, and the little wizards were standing on both sides full of anticipation.

After a while, the teacher, Mrs. Hodge, arrived.

"What are you waiting for?" She said in a loud voice, her tone even more excited than the little wizards: "Everyone stand next to a broomstick, hurry up. ”

"Stretch out your right hand, put it on top of the broomstick, and say, Get up!"

Well, what a simple, crude and unpretentious spell.

"Get up!"

Harry only shouted, and the broom flicked into his hand very obediently, he was the first of all the young wizards present to do so.

Even if the others shouted a few times, the broom only rolled on the ground a few times.

I have to say that Harry really has a talent for riding a broomstick.

Soon, one after another, the brooms of the other little wizards also reacted, and bounced from the ground to their hands.

Of course, there are also people whose brooms don't react much for a long time, such as Hermione's, who rolled a few laps naughtily and didn't move.

As for Dudley... Not surprisingly, Hermione's broom hadn't responded.

For him, a broomstick is just an ordinary broom.

So Dudley took advantage of the teacher's inattention, hooked his foot and lifted it hard, and then held it easily.

Dudley is still quite curious about things like broomsticks, and it can't be used anyway, so it's better to study it.

Thinking so, Dudley took the broom and studied it, the broomstick seemed to be just a rotten stick put together, the middle was bare, in fact, there was an invisible mat on the stick, otherwise flying on a wooden stick for a long time, the buttocks would be a little unbearable, it is said that it was to uphold the image of the wizard riding a broom for a long time, so the mat was invisible again.

Dudley's final assessment was that it was not as good as the magic carpet.

After a while, one after another, young wizards began to ride broomsticks to the sky.

There are only a few still standing on the ground.

That included Hermione and Dudley.

Hermione tried several more times, but the broom was still fluttering in place, so she gave up.

Anyway, flying lessons are not a big subject, even if they are not in the O.W.Ls exam.

Looking at Dudley, who was standing next to her, already studying with a broomstick in her hand, without the slightest hint of 'heaven', Hermione's face flushed slightly.

"Actually, you don't have to stay with me."

It was clear that Hermione had misunderstood, thinking that Dudley's broomstick had been bounced on herself, and that he was doing it for herself.

"Huh? Hmm..."

A scream from the sky interrupted the two of them's thoughts.

Because of the improper operation of the little fat man, Neville caused the flying broom to lose control, and the whole person fell from the sky, fortunately, it was not very high, but his arm was broken, and he was helped by Mrs. Hodge towards the school infirmary.

"What an idiot, that little crying bag."

"Mr. Bottom really fell to the bottom this time."

As Mrs. Hooch saw Neville away, someone whispered.

On the other side, Harry and Malfoy faced each other again, continuing to start the fight that had not ended last night, and I don't know what to say, but the two of them met and went to the sky.

Dudley didn't bother to bother with the two of them anymore, and lately they had quarreled as soon as they met, and he was almost annoyed to death.

"Doesn't that mean the course is over?" Looking at the little wizards who were in a mess and doing their own thing, Dudley thought to himself, pinching his chin.

Although Madame Hooch said that she would be back in a while, she was definitely not in the mood to teach anymore because the young wizard was injured.

Dudley suddenly had a bold idea.

He hadn't been to Hogwarts in a long time.

"Hermione."

Dudley turned to Hermione.

Hermione, who was originally staring at Dudley, didn't expect Dali to suddenly turn her head, her eyes were facing each other, her face began to flush slightly, and she quickly looked away.

"How?"

He replied in a whisper.

"Do you want to go to the Forbidden Forest?"

Dudley whispered in her ear.

“？！”

Hermione was stunned to hear Dudley's proposal, and covered her mouth and whispered.

"Now?"

"Of course, while it's still early, you can still catch up with the meal when you come back."

First, go around the edge of the Forbidden Forest and explore the route to see if there is anything you need.

"But we're still in class."

Hermione refused Dudley's offer, but her inner impulse betrayed her.

'Escape... Skipping class? With Dudley? ’

'So exciting? ’

"I escaped, it's not like I haven't done it."

It wasn't the first time for them, as early as when they were at Oxford Dragon Primary School, Dudley had skipped class with Hermione.