All the first years were excited about the upcoming flying lesson, and Harry could hear people talking enthusiastically about their flying experiences wherever he went. [] It didn't sound like Hogwarts needed this class at all-it was as if everyone had grown up on broomsticks.
As everyone looked forward to it, Thursday finally arrived. During breakfast, none of the freshmen paid attention to what they were eating. They were busy stuffing food into their mouths and talking non-stop. Hermione kept talking about some of the flying instructions in Quidditch Origins to the annoyance of everyone around her.
Harry fiddled with the fried egg on his plate and looked at the long table, which was splattered with saliva, and lost all taste. Sigh, he really wanted to take out the soy milk and soup dumplings from his bracelet and eat them. These people really didn't know how to eat or sleep. Look at Slytherin…
He turned his eyes to the stillness of the Slytherins, who looked as serious as if they were attending a funeral over breakfast, and suddenly felt that the environment might have affected his appetite even more.
Fortunately, he did not choose Slytherin. He began to rejoice at his wisdom.
His thoughts were interrupted by a flock of owls rushing into the dining room.
Neville had received a package and opened it excitedly to find a Remembrall.
" Oh, it's this..." he explained to Harry, a little embarrassed." It's a Memory Ball. I always lose it. Grandma must be afraid that I'll forget something again, so she sent it to me. You see, as long as you hold it tightly…"
The white smoke in the glass ball suddenly glowed red.
"If so," said Harry, unable to contain his laughter,"does that mean you've forgotten something?”
Neville nodded, looking troubled."But, what did I forget?”
Seeing him thinking hard, Harry knocked his head and said helplessly,"You should ask yourself what you remember.”
The surrounding people were amused.
Everyone realized that after losing the halo of the boy who lived, Harry Potter was only an eleven-year-old child. Moreover, not only did he have excellent grades, but he was also humble and polite. He was also very willing to help his classmates with their studies. So, by the time school had started, Harry was getting along well with his classmates.
The happy atmosphere was immediately broken by a cold snort.
Malfoy passed the Gryffindor table, looked at Neville mockingly, and said,"Little Tears Bun, don't fall off when we fly later.”
Before Neville could speak, Ron said,"Malfoy, I was afraid it was you.”
"Weasley, mind your own business.”
"Ha, I don't care. What do you want?”
……
The pointless dialogue almost escalated into a duel. Professor McGonagall keenly sensed that something was wrong and appeared in time to stop them. The two of them glared at each other, and under Professor McGonagall's stern gaze, they reluctantly apologized to each other.
These little wimps were really playful. They could quarrel so happily over such a small matter. Harry sighed to himself, as if he had forgotten his age. He was just a kid.
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The weather was clear and there was a slight breeze. It was a good day for flying.
Gryffindor and Slytherin were standing in two rows on the flat lawn, their broomsticks neatly arranged on the ground. Ron and Malfoy's eyes met in the air, sparks flying.
Madam Hooch hurried over.
"Alright, what are you guys waiting for?”she snapped."Everyone stand by a broomstick. Hurry, hurry, hurry up."
You're the one who's late. You almost caused a fire, do you know that? thought Harry, curling his lips.
"Hold out your right hand, put it over the broom handle," Madam Hooch called from the front,"and say 'Get up!'”
"Get up!" Harry shouted, and the broom jumped obediently into his hand.
Harry looked around at the others. Hermione's broom rolled on the ground, Neville's didn't move at all, and Ron, whose broom bounced up so hard that it almost hit his head.
Madam Hooch, after giving them a demonstration, walked up and down the line, correcting their grip and sitting.
"Alright, as soon as I whistle, kick your legs off the ground.”said Madam Hooch."Hold the broom steady, rise a few feet, then lean forward slightly and fall straight back to the ground. On my whistle, three-two-"
Neville did not wait for Madam Hooch to finish blowing her whistle before he kicked his leg involuntarily and his broom soared upward.
"Child, come back!" Madam Hooch looked nervously up at Neville, who was soaring higher and higher, and shouted,"Watch out!”
Harry couldn't help but roll his eyes. Neville's mental fortitude was too poor. He had told him to calm down and not be nervous.
Before anyone around him could react, Harry kicked off and dashed forward.
He was almost in tears at being able to fly again. He acted as if he didn't hear the howling wind and the screams below. The broomstick was very obedient and flew wherever he pointed. He seemed to have returned to his previous life, the time when he was free and unrestrained.
Unfortunately, he was in no position to reminisce about the past; Neville was flying high and could fall at any moment.
Harry flew over to Neville and pressed himself close to him, his face white and his hands clutching his broom, his eyes welling up at the sight of Harry, his voice lacerated by the wind."Ha-li-I'm so-scared-"
Harry smiled at him and said,"It's okay, I'm here.”
His voice was soft and gentle, but it was clearly audible and steadily entered Neville's ears. Neville's broomstick stopped darting as he calmed down.
said Harry, smiling as they flew side by side."Let's go down."
Neville breathed a sigh of relief as his emerald eyes flashed with a warm, reassuring light. He calmed down completely, feeling that his performance had been terrible. He blushed and said,"Thank you, Harry.”
The Gryffindor crowd burst into applause as the two landed. The Slytherins tried to hide the excitement and envy in their eyes, but failed. Malfoy was the only one who was looking at Harry darkly, and unusually did not rush up to Neville to taunt him.
Madam Hooch pulled Neville over, checked him up and down, and then breathed a sigh of relief when she was sure he was all right."Neville Longbottom, three points from Gryffindor for disobeying orders.”
Neville's face reddened even more, and he lowered his head in embarrassment."I'm sorry, Professor."
"Of course," said Madam Hooch, beaming at Harry."Harry Potter, ten points to Gryffindor for your excellent flying-by the way, have you really never used a broomstick before?”
"Yes, Professor," said Harry obediently. He was not lying. He had only used a flying sword before.
Madam Hooch said happily,"Oh, really? It seems that the other professors were right. You are indeed a genius. Your father was a very good Quidditch Seeker. I don't think Wood would mind making an exception for you, though first years can't try out for Quidditch. You could be the youngest team player in a century.”
Gryffindor roared, and Ron jumped to his feet first, saying,"Really? Harry, you must join the Gryffindor team! According to George, Wood was having a headache about the Seeker.”
Neville nodded.
Harry felt a bitter taste in his mouth. How had he forgotten? The thought of all the accidents that could happen at the Quidditch Cup, of practice in a storm, of a holiday that could have been spent holed up in the library, almost made him want to refuse, but the Gryffindor's glittering expectant eyes stopped him.
Refuse, reject, reject…I'm not old enough…I still need to hone my flying skills…I'm actually a little afraid of heights. It was just a moment of impulse…
"I see..." he cursed himself inwardly for growing soft-hearted."I'll try at the Quidditch tryouts if Wood agrees.”
Woo... I'm a fool, I'm a fool, I'm an idiot who asked for trouble
Hogwarts 'first flying lesson of the year ended in a lively manner.
Harry, the little hero, was wailing in his heart, feeling that his future was bleak.
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