Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 10: Flight lesson

　　 "Oh my god, why do you have to take flight lessons with those Slytherins." Looking at the notice on the wall of the Gryffindor lounge, Ron and the other lion cubs wailed.

　　 As for the Slytherin side, it's the same, they all talk about Quidditch enthusiastically. The exception is Malfoy. He is only interested in flying. As for the movement of the wizarding world, he doesn't have much cold. When Narcissa was away when he was at home, he was almost over addicted, so he was not excited at all.

　　 "Why don't you tell me about your experience." Pansy was also a little curious.

　　 "Nothing to say." Malfoy shook his head.

　　 "It's boring." Pansy pursed her lips. Obviously very dissatisfied with this answer.

　　 "Draco is going to talk about his broomstick adventure!" Pansy shouted suddenly.

　　 A large number of Slytherin students gathered in an instant. Slytherin admired the strong. For Malfoy, who earned a lot of points for Slytherin a few days before the start of school, he was naturally considered to be in these little snakes The strong come from a well-known pure-blood family. They are naturally very interested in Malfoy's past experiences, especially when it comes to flying broomsticks.

　　 "Uh..." Malfoy pretended to be thinking, searching for a more reasonable story. Then he glared at Pansy fiercely.

　　 Pansy gave him a tricky smile.

　　 "In the forbidden area of ​​our house..." Malfoy began his storytelling.

　　 Malfoy, who was deeply influenced by online novels in his previous life, easily made up a reasonable story, which aroused the amazement of the little snakes.

　　After the story ended, Pansy asked secretly, "Why don’t I go there next time I go to your house?"

　　 Malfoy said blankly: "I made up it just now."

　　 Pansy's face collapsed: "Then what you said is true."

　　 "I haven't asked you to settle the account yet. Who do you think I made up?"

　　 "I suddenly remembered that I haven't finished Professor McGonagall's homework." Pansy found an excuse to slip away.

　　 "Wait."

　　 "Oh." Pansy slowly lowered his head, and made a picture as if I knew I was wrong, you can punish me whatever you want.

　　 "Little witch." Knowing that it was acting, Malfoy could only die.

　　 "Eat more sugar, stop your mouth, and talk less in the future." As he said, Malfoy took out a few packs of gorgeously packed candies. Tucked into Pansy's hands.

　　 I have to say that Narcissa is too diligent in sending snacks to Malfoy.

　　 Pansy stared at Malfoy.

　　 "Don't get me wrong, you can understand that I'm bribing you, and I can't finish the candy by myself." Malfoy explained somewhat far-fetched.

　　 "The duplicity, for your sincerity, I will accept it with mercy." But Pansy's bright eyes have betrayed her, and obviously there is more than one person who is duplicity.

　　 Never underestimate the lethality of sweets on girls.

　　 soon arrived the afternoon that all the students were looking forward to. This is the time for flight lessons! The weather is beautiful. Today’s weather is very good. It is sunny but not hot. The students in Gryffindor hurriedly walked down the steps. When they walked to a flat lawn on the opposite side of the field, the grass slightly rose under their feet. Wavy. On the other side of the lawn is the forest, with dark trees swaying in the wind in the distance.

　　Slytherin students are already there, and twenty flying broomsticks are neatly arranged on the ground.

　　 Their teacher, Mrs. Hooch, is here. She has short gray hair and both eyes are yellow, like those of an eagle.

　　 "Okay, what are you all waiting for?" She said sharply, "Everyone is standing next to a flying broom. Hurry, hurry, hurry up."

　　 Looking at the broom at his feet, Malfoy shook his head.

　　 Some branches poked out from the worn-out broomstick, and some dust adhered to the handle.

　　 "It is easy to change from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to change from luxury to frugality," Malfoy thought.

　　"Extend your right hand and place it above the broomstick," Mrs. Hooch shouted in front, "then say: ‘get up!.’"

　　 "Get up!" everyone shouted. Malfoy also pretended to follow suit. For those who were already very skilled, doing this kind of exercise would be a torture. So Malfoy can only choose to be passive.

　　Mrs. Hooch showed them how to ride the broom without sliding off the head. She walked around in the team, correcting their hand grip.

　　 Harry and Ron, like the other students, are still doing what Mrs. Hooch ordered for the time being.

　　Hermione was a little uncomfortable. She was just talking about "Quidditch" and she seemed to be not that good at sports.

　　 As for Neville's whole body is trembling, with a few beads of sweat hanging on his face, from the weather, it can only show that he is very nervous now.

　　 "Well, as soon as I whistle, you should kick your legs off the ground and kick hard." Madam Hooch said, "Hold the broom firmly, rise a few feet, and then lean forward slightly and fall vertically. Back to the ground. Listen to my whistle——three——two——"

　　 However, Neville is too nervous. He doesn't want to be laughed at by everyone. People with low self-esteem always want to rush to prove themselves. Without waiting for the whistle to touch Madam Hooch's lips, he flew up with a hard kick.

　　 "Oh, poor little fat man." Malfoy thought sympathetically.

　　 "Come back, boy!" Madam Hooch shouted.

　　 But obviously Neville can’t control his broomstick. It’s like adding a booster. Neville is flying higher and higher. He seems to remember his unpleasant childhood experience-being accidentally dropped from a tall building. . Neville's face became paler, he just felt that his strength was about to be hollowed out.

　　 He clung to the broom to no avail, his strength gradually lost from his body, and finally the contact area between his hand and the broom became shorter and shorter, so that it completely fell off.

　　The tragedy seems to be about to happen.

　　"Yugadim Leviosa. Yukadim Leviosa." Malfoy whispered a spell to Neville in the air. Only Pansy behind him heard it.

　　 "Oh, look." Neville, who was supposed to fall quickly, seemed to have received some resistance. The falling speed was not as fast as expected.

　　 "Thank God." Madam Hooch ran quickly to the lawn where Neville landed. Check his injuries.

　　 "Miracle!" Madam Hooch exclaimed. Neville was hardly injured. "But I still want to send you to the hospital for an examination." As Mrs. Hooch walked towards the hospital with her arms around Neville, Neville's calf was already weakened even though she was not injured.

　　 "No! My memory ball, and my broom!" Neville suddenly called out what seemed to be remembered.

　　 "The memory ball is coming!" Malfoy had already seen what was falling on the grass, so he used a flying curse now.

　　 "I think it's better to put these things in the bedroom or something during flight lessons." Malfoy handed the memory ball to Neville.

　　 "Thanks, thank you." Neville has no idea what to say.

　　"As for the broomstick, I think our savior has gone to help you get it."

　　 said, Malfoy glanced at the side.

　　""No!" Hermione yelled, Harry ignored her. The blood hit his eardrums. He immediately mounted the broomstick and kicked the ground hard, so he rose up. , The air blew through his hair, and his robe hulled and fluttered behind him.

　　Naville’s broom is drifting in the direction of the Forbidden Forest.

　　 Harry just thought how free he was, he rides with the wind, as if nothing can restrain him in the world. Go to **** with Snape and those homework. Speed ​​up, speed up! He got closer and closer to the broom. Until it's within reach.

　　 Harry held out his hand. Just tried it! He held the old broom tightly.

　　The Gryffindor students cheered, but Hermione was a little unhappy. Obviously, he still feels bad about his violation of the rules. As for the Slytherin students, they were even more unhappy, because their opponents were so out of the limelight.

　　 Then Harry controlled the broom and landed on the grass safely. A large group of young lions immediately surrounded their heroes.

　　 Harry was very proud. He finally found the place of his talent. When he grabbed the broom and flew into the sky, it seemed that it was part of his body. He could do whatever he wanted. What a pleasant exercise.

　　 "Harry Potter!" His heart sank suddenly. A word from Professor McGonagall made him fall from the clouds.

　　 "I have been at Hogwarts for so many years—never—"

　　Professor McGonagall was so surprised that she couldn't speak, her spectacles shone with an angry light, "--how dare you--you would break your neck--"

　　"It’s not his fault, Professor—"

　　 "Shut up, Miss Pettier--"

　　 "He was to help Neville get the broom back, Professor." Even Hermione, who had just spoken to stop it, explained ~IndoMTL.com~ Needless to say. "

　　Professor McGonagall strode towards the castle, and Harry followed mechanically.

　　 "Will I be fired?" Harry was suffering inwardly, and he didn't know where to start when he wanted to explain.

　　 "History is always similar." Malfoy silently watched McGonagall take Harry away. If not surprisingly, Gryffindor will soon be the youngest seeker.

　　 "Did you say that the savior will be fired?" Pansy tugged at Malfoy's robe.

　　 "I don't think so," Malfoy whispered, turning his head.

　　 "That's really boring." Pansy muttered. "By the way, what spell you just chanted, the magic wand is useless."

　　 "It's just a floating spell."

　　"Are you actually helping a Gryffindor?"

　　 "Take advantage of this opportunity to practice wandless casting."

　　 "Do you think I will believe it?"

　　 "Then what do you want me to do to explain?" Malfoy stared at Pansy.

　　 Pansy just wanted to ask, only then did he remember that he had "bribered" a lot of sweets. Cannibalism. "Don't tell, don't tell." Pansy turned her head to the side, as if Malfoy annoyed her.

　　 "I can't say that when I read a book in my last life, I had the most affection for him." Malfoy thought.

　　Everyone wants to be Harry, but they may just be Neville. Who didn't have a heroic dream when he was a child? Since he has the ability, Malfoy is still willing to give some proper help to this honest little fat man. In his previous life, Neville's last counterattack gave him even more inspiration than Harry.

　　 After all, most people's past may be as ordinary as Neville or even worse~ IndoMTL.com~ Book friends are welcome to visit and read, the latest, fastest and hottest serial works are all on ~IndoMTL.com~Mobile phone Users please go to read.