"I don't know, Professor Snape hasn't given me a notice of confinement yet." Harry said with some trepidation.

Hermione gave him a blank look, "If you were so scared now, you shouldn't have been so impulsive earlier." ”

"I'm not impulsive." Harry said.

Hermione took her hands off Quidditch Traces: "Anyway, it's not worth it. It's nothing more than me being scolded by them, and this is the case where you won.

I can't even imagine what it would be like if you were bullied by Slytherin's team. ”

"No, you don't understand, Hermione!" Harry said.

"Mr. Jones, you see him saying that again!" Hermione was very angry, Harry was not in the same house as her, and he couldn't be involved in the house or anything, and Harry didn't want to escape the punishment after breaking the school rules.

This also makes this girl who is only eleven years old and has a tendon in her brain always don't know how to argue.

But she also felt in her heart that Harry didn't need to fight over such a trivial matter.

If you get hurt, thank you!

Mu En came to his senses at this time, spread his hands and said helplessly: "I don't make an evaluation." ”

It's been five days since he left Newmongaard, and today is Thursday of the second week.

Grindelwald was undoubtedly half-insane, and no matter how sensible and elegant he used to be, he studied all kinds of desires bred by the dark arts, and finally dragged him into the abyss during his forty-six years of imprisonment.

He felt that Grindelwald was like a stumbling man in the turbulent current, who could only hold on to the life-saving straw on the shore.

As for who was the straw that saved his life... It's not easy for him to ask, and it's hard to say...

Anyway, since that departure, Mu En hasn't looked for him again.

"Then again." Mu En glanced at the time: "It's time for the afternoon class, are you ready?" ”

"Ready, Captain!" Harry said, standing up.

Hermione hurriedly picked up the Quidditch Tracing book again, and said something in her mouth: "Lift the broomstick head up, press down... Left and right..."

Harry didn't care: "Don't worry, flying is the easiest, you can't jump from a high altitude, and then let the broom pick it up, one at a time." ”

Then he met Hermione's eyes.

"Captain, we're leaving!" Harry had to speak.

"Go ahead!" Mu En waved his hand and quickly kicked the two children out of the office.

But after a while, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

I saw half of the older children pushing open the door: "Sir, I just saw two classmates going out from here, is this the reading room?" ”

……

……

At half past three in the afternoon, Slytherin and Gryffindor's first-year students hurried down the steps to the field in front of the door.

Today, it's their first flying lesson. The green lawn swayed slightly at their feet, and on the other side of the lawn was the forest, and the canopies of the trees danced in the wind.

The instructor for the flight lesson was Mrs. Hooch, with short gray hair and two golden eyes, like an eagle.

She whistled, focusing the young wizards' attention on herself.

"Okay, still stunned to do something, everyone stands on a broomstick."

Slytherin and Gryffindor face each other in two columns, each with a broomstick next to them.

Harry looked down, his heart hanging in the air. The broom looked worn and old, and had many burrs, and Harry was afraid that they would stab him in his hand.

"Stretch out your right hand and place it over the broom handle." Mrs. Hooch shouted in front, "And said, 'Get up!'"

"Get up." Harry shouted, and the broom leaped into his hand.

The broom next to Hermione, across from him, just rolled in the ground.

Lady Hooch then began to explain them in detail, and after waiting for a while, the brooms were finally in their hands.

Just as he was about to take off, the round-faced boy from Gryffindor kicked out before Mrs. Hodge could blow the whistle.

"Come back!" Mrs. Huoqi's face changed suddenly. But the boy had already climbed up.

Listening to the screams beside him, Harry remembered that the boy's name was Neville.

He'd heard Potions class before, but he had forgotten it, but the wand in his hand was ready.

"Hermione, keep an eye on it, as soon as he falls, let's cast the levitation charm." Harry said.

He sighed in his heart, a little crying without tears, don't joke friend, I haven't flown for a long time, do you want to mess up such a hobby?

So he had to make sure that there were no problems, but this classmate looked like he had big shoulders and a round waist, and he was afraid that he couldn't handle this already good weight and gravitational acceleration alone!

"Huh?!" Hermione hadn't reacted yet.

Harry didn't look at Hermione, but hummed and continued to stare at Neville, he could see the frightened, pale face.

He gasped for breath, and his hand gradually lost strength due to panic, and he slipped off the broom.

Now is the time!

"Yuga Dim Leviosa!" Harry flicked his wand.

Neville's fall slowed down. Similarly, because of the slowdown, Hermione's spell followed closely, hitting accurately.

"Yuga Dim Leviosa!"

Neville was able to land smoothly.

"OMG!" Mrs. Hooch hurriedly walked over and helped Neville up: "Child, it's okay. ”

"No, no, no, it's okay!"

Mrs. Hodge's heart tightened, is this okay?!

Don't scare your child.

She turned to the rest of the class and said, "I'll take this child to the infirmary, 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. ”

However, Mrs. Hodge had not gone far with Neville when someone burst out laughing.

"Do you see that face, that stupid big man?"

The other Slytherin students laughed as well.

"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, Patil. ”

"Look!" Malfoy said, rushing over to grab something on the grass floor, "It's something that the big fool Longbottom's grandmother brought to him." ”

Harry glanced at him, "If laughing at others gives you some satisfaction in your barren hearts, then laugh at me." ”

He walked over to Malfoy, grabbed Neville's memory orb, and snatched it over.

"Count me in."

"Potter!" Malfoy was furious again, and he pointed at Harry, gritting his teeth and saying, "Let's have a game." ”

"Than what?" Harry didn't understand.

"It's like a broomstick!" Malfoy roared, he had plenty of flying experience, and he felt that he could play Potter out of nowhere.

"Forget it." Harry shook his head, "It's the only thing you can brag about in front of me, and if I accidentally crush it again, I'll be worried about your mental condition."

And I just want to wait for Mrs. Hodge to come back, and then fly safely, that's all. ”

Harry handed the orb to the boy who looked like Neville had a good relationship with him, named Seamus.

"Thank you." Seamus hurriedly took the ball.

"You're welcome."

"You don't look like a Slytherin." The two Gryffindor boys laughed.

"Nope." Harry shook his head and smiled, "I just think I'm a bit like Slytherin-House. ”