At half past three in the afternoon.

After the Charms class, on the grounds in front of the castle gates, their flying lessons will be held here.

It was a sunny, breezy day.

There were several white clouds that looked like sheep floating in the clear blue sky.

As they walked briskly down the sloping grass toward a flat lawn across the field, the grass rippled beneath their feet.

On the other side of the lawn was the forest, and the black trees in the distance swayed in the wind.

The Slytherin students were already there, and twenty broomsticks were neatly laid out on the ground.

Baguill saw Draco Malfoy at a glance.

The pale blonde hair glows golden in the sun.

Skinny, he stood shrunken beside Crabbe and Goyle.

I looked at the broom on the ground and wanted to touch it.

Baguill couldn't help but think of the photo of her predecessor, Narcissa Malfoy, which she saw in Wizarding Weekly.

It's so much prettier than in the movies!

The tall figure, fair skin, long blond hair, cold face, straight nose, thin lips that seemed to show mockery from time to time.

In the movable photo, the nose is raised high, as if it smells something.

It vaguely resembles Draco Malfoy's outstretched hand on the train, as if giving a handout.

If this face had a pitiful expression like Draco was now.

Hiss! Why don't you wait until you kill Lucius Malfoy and become Draco's stepfather?

"Narcissa, you don't want Draco to be bullied as an orphan, do you?"

Bajil, who is thinking about the major events of life, is still smiling like the wind, showing the temperament of a sunny and cheerful big boy.

Hermione, who was nervously looking at the broom, let the words come to her mouth.

In her eyes, Bagir frowned slightly, slightly melancholy.

But he is strong and independent, and he hides everything with a hearty smile.

The breeze ruffled his blonde hair, and the refreshing scent of green grass after a rain smeadow smeared into her nostrils.

For a moment, she even forgot that not far away, their flight instructor, Mrs. Hooch, with short gray hair and two yellow eagle-like eyes, was looking at her.

She shouted, "That brown-haired girl! What are you still rubbing! ”

"Everyone stood next to a broomstick. Hurry, hurry, hurry. ”

By the time Bagir was still holding still, her voice softened again.

"Come, kid."

She picked out the best broom and walked in front of Bajir.

"Here, you broom for this lesson. It's almost time for class. ”

Bagir of YY, a god.

The cold face of Narcissa, who was weak in a lady's dress, was covered in the face of this man, yellow-eyed, iron-like woman.

Resisting the urge to take a step back, Bagir took the broom as usual.

Walked between Hermione, blushing, and Ron, jealous.

Harry glanced down at his broomstick, which was worn and old, with some branches poking out in all directions.

I looked at Bagil's again, clean as new, with neat branches forming the tail.

He suddenly understood Ron's feelings.

"Why is Madame Hodge so gentle with you!" Ron muttered quietly.

Neville and Seamus, Dean they stood together, soulless.

Look at the broom in front of you like a dangerous viper.

Bagill looked at Neville.

This second savior.

In group life, some students with similar interests, similar personalities, or similar life backgrounds often consciously or unconsciously form small groups.

Gryffindor students like to break school rules, and that's just the way it is.

Of course, there is a screening of the sorting cap, but it is also a manifestation of the individual being infected by the group.

That's why he hated the Sorting House.

A person's personality cannot be simply divided into four attributes.

A month has passed, and their classes have also formed small groups according to the complementary adaptation of individual personalities.

Even with Bagill deliberately pulling closer.

Unknowingly, Neville became relatively distant from them.

Playing with Seamus and Dean in the next dorm room and living with the second grade.

The only three girls in Gryffindor's first year, Hermione, Lavender, and Padma.

The three of them shared a dorm room, but Lavender and Padma barely paid much attention to Hermione.

Instead, he played with Parvati, Padma's twin sister in Ravenclaw.

As for himself, he formed a small group with Harry and Ron, and Hermione joined in as a pendant.

"It seems that the production of Neville's Echo is going to be nullified." Bagir sighed inwardly.

Flying lessons have also officially begun.

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

"Get up!" Bagil's broom obediently jumped into his hand.

The same goes for Harry's.

To Bagill's surprise, Draco Malfoy's broomstick was just as obedient.

Next to him, Crabbe and Goyle's brooms didn't move.

Same as Neville's.

"It seems that Malfoy's later success as a Seeker wasn't all because of his father."

Bagill glanced at Ron again.

Ron's broomstick jumped into his hand as well.

He walked over to Neville's side and whispered, "A broomstick, like a horse, can see the timidity in you." You have the courage, but it's clear that you prefer to stay on the ground rather than in the sky. ”

"Thank you, Bagil." Neville nodded.

He closed his eyes, ready to try.

However, Mrs. Hodge seems to be in a hurry.

She was reluctant to give time to other students, including Neville, who had not yet made it.

She hurriedly stopped, "Alright, call for the end of the broom session." ”

"Please put the broom under your crotch."

She yelled at Seamus, whose mother was a witch and his father was a Muggle, and who had not actually touched a broomstick.

"Boy! Don't worry, this won't get stuck in the egg! Brooms all have cushion charms on them. ”

Baguil, who had also never played with a broomstick, sat up, and a sense of comfort and tolerance enveloped his lower body.

It feels erratic, as if touching soft clouds.

The magically created invisible cushion is indeed incomparable to any filler!

This time he complained directly: "No wonder the flying broom is so popular, it's really... Hiss... Comfortable! ”

"Neville, you can try it too, it's very comfortable."

Neville sat up trembling, motionless.

But as he touched the cushion, his expression relaxed.

Then Mrs. Hodge corrected their broom-holding gestures one by one.

But when it came to Malfoy, something changed.

Mrs. Hodge's many corrections and criticisms made Malfoy explode.

Negative emotions poured out during this time.

"Shut up! Old lady! That's how the greatest Seeker, Gwenog Jones, holds a broomstick! ”

Mrs. Hodge was not angry at first, but surprised.

"Are you a fan of the Holyhead Harpys? But it's an all-female team! ”

"Child, this grip is more suitable for women."

"You don't have a boob to the boobs, you don't need to hold it that way. Moreover, this will lead to stress all in the lower body, and it is not good for the male sex characteristic organs. ”

Ron began to laugh maniacally.

The same goes for Crabbe.

Mrs. Hooch didn't notice Ron, but sternly said to Crabbe, "Don't laugh at your classmates. ”

She didn't notice that Malfoy's hand was already in her pocket.

"Hot and spicy!" Malfoy screamed.

The action was so swift that no one reacted.

A pillar of light struck Crabbe.

Crabbe stopped laughing.

Screaming loudly and covering his nose with his hands, ugly boils are emerging from his nose.

"How dare you!" Mrs. Hodge was really angry.

She grabbed Draco's ear.

Draco didn't resist, his face full of vengeance.

He smugned, and awe returned to the Slytherin eyes around him.

Especially Gower.

"And you." Mrs. Hooch looked at Crabbe in disgust, "You follow." When I took this kid to Dean Slytherin's office, you followed. Go to the school doctor's office by yourself. ”

"All of you, no one is allowed to move until I return! Put the broomstick back in its place, otherwise be careful to deduct points! ”

"By the way, Slytherin deducts 10 points!"