HP Dawn Night

Almost a week later, there was a notice posted in the Slytherin common room that we had our first flying lessons with Gryffindors on Thursday.

Almost every student from a wizarding family has played on a broomstick.Draco complained loudly and tirelessly every day that the school didn't let first year students play the house Quidditch team, and he told many stories, but it always ended with him narrowly dodging a Muggle helicopter.

Of course he wasn't the only one doing this.Listening to Nott's tone, it seems that his childhood was playing with broomsticks in the manor.Montague babbled on and on to anyone who would listen about the story of him chasing an owl on a broomstick.

Even Blaise smiles calmly when asked: "Oh, I've been flying on a toy broomstick since I was a year old."

Pansy should be one of the few people who has no interest in flying at all.

"Flying is a disaster," she said over breakfast on Thursday, grumbling as she spread butter on her bread, "but I don't want to embarrass myself in front of Gryffindors."

She yawned as she spoke.

In order to avoid any accidents during the flight class, Pansy deliberately stayed up all night and read "The Origin of Quidditch", hoping to use theoretical knowledge to help him stay on the broom well.

When the postman arrived, Draco received, as usual, a bag of exquisite candy.To my surprise, I saw Bethany's voice.It landed among a pile of jam jars and brought me a note:

"Friday night is your first extracurricular tutoring, come to my office before seven o'clock."

I turned the note over and wrote my reply, and let Bethany take it.

"The godfather is going to give you tutoring?" Draco asked, wiping his fingers with a napkin.

"Yeah, first time tomorrow night." I absently accept the sandwich Pansy hands me, with some bacon in it.

"Professor Snape cares about you," Blaise said suddenly.

I froze. "Ah... oh yes. I mean, of course."

Blaise still had a faint smile, lowered his head and cut open an fried egg.

"Look over there, what good things did Longbottom receive?" Draco dropped the napkin, stood up and walked towards the long Gryffindor table.

"Come back, Draco." By the time I tried to stop him, he was already heading there, with Crabbe and Goyle following him.

When Draco passed Longbottom, he reached out and snatched the memory ball. Potter and Weasley jumped up like cats on their tails. No doubt, they were all looking forward to a fight with Draco. .However, Professor McGonagall was always able to find out when something went wrong, and she appeared in the blink of an eye.

Don't know what they said, obviously Draco didn't have a good time.He tossed the memory request back on the table sullenly, and hurried back to the long Slytherin table, Crabbe and Goyle following awkwardly behind him.

"Longbottom, who doesn't know good and bad." He said sullenly, sarcasm Longbottom bitterly, "I bet he won't stay on the broom for more than a minute."

"Compared to Weasley, Longbottom is simply a good boy." I looked coldly at Weasley in the distance, who was talking loudly about how he escaped a hang glider on his brother's broom.

"Useless braggadocio, if you ask me, his stories are probably made up." Pansy obviously didn't like Weasley, because Weasley always told people that Draco's stories were all in the boast.

"I think this afternoon will prove who is bragging." Blaise said calmly.

At three o'clock that afternoon, I, Pansy, Draco, Blaise, and the rest of the Slytherin first years hurried down the sloping meadow to another level meadow.On the other side of the lawn is the Forbidden Forest, and the deep forest looks equally unfathomable during the day.

It was a clear, breezy day.There are some broomsticks on the ground, they look old and broken, and some branches are poking out in all directions.

"My house broom is ten thousand times better than these," Draco complained loudly.He wasn't alone in doing this, and virtually none of the students were happy with the brooms.

"Be happy, if you enter the school team next year, Uncle Lucius will definitely buy you a newest broom." I comforted.

At this time, Gryffindor students also came one after another.The flying teacher was Mrs. Hooch, who had short gray hair and yellow eyes like eagles.

"Well, what are you all waiting for?" she said grimly. "Everyone stand by a broomstick. Quick, quick, hurry up."

I picked up a broom that looked good as fast as I could, with Draco and Pansy standing to my left and right.

"Put your right hand over the broomstick," cried Mrs. Hooch, "and say, 'Get up!'"

"Get up!" everyone shouted.

My broom immediately jumped into my hand, and I was proud to find that there were only a few such obedient brooms.Pansy's broom barely twitched, the Gryffindor side wasn't much better, and I could see that Longbottom's broom wasn't moving at all.

"Be firm in your voice," I said to Pansy.Her voice trembled slightly, and it was obvious that she just wanted to stay on the ground.

"Get up!" Pansy tried again, and this time the broom jumped into her hands, not quite as quickly, but it was a remarkable improvement.

"Thanks," she said to me.

Mrs Hooch then showed us how to get on the broom without slipping off our heads.She walked up and down the line, correcting the handshake.For some reason, she kept criticizing Draco for doing something wrong, and Potter and Weasley looked relieved in the Gryffindor line.

"Enough is enough," Draco whispered.

"You'll be happy when you fly," I said.

"Now, as soon as I whistle, you kick your legs off the ground and kick hard," said Mrs. Hooch, "hold the broom steady, rise a few feet, then lean forward slightly, and fall straight back to the ground. Listen to my whistle—three—two—"

Longbottom was so nervous, the poor boy seemed to fear being thrown to the ground by himself.Before the whistle sounded, he kicked hard and flew up.

"Come back, boy!" cried Mrs. Hooch.But Longbottom went straight up. His terrified, pale face looked at the rapidly receding ground below. He had already risen to a height of twenty feet. The current situation was beyond Longbottom's control.

"Oh my God!" Pansy gasped. Almost all the students looked up at Longbottom's situation, and Gryffindor was the most anxious.

"He needs a warding charm—" the girl named Hermione shrieked.But it was too late, Longbottom panted with his mouth open, slid off the side of the broom, and—

There was a crash, a heavy impact, and Longbottom lay face down in the grass on the ground, he was groaning in pain, the broomstick was still rising, slowly drifting towards the direction of the Forbidden Forest, and then disappeared.

"Broken wrist," whispered Mrs. Hooch, her face as pale as Longbottom's. "There, son. It's all right. Get up."

"I'm taking the kids to the hospital, and none of you are allowed to move! Put the broomsticks back where they belong, or you'll be kicked out of Hogwarts before you can even say 'quidditch'. Come on , dear," she said to the class, and left with Longbottom on her arm.There were a few strings of tear stains on his round face, and he limped while clutching his wrist.

They had just gone out of hearing, and Draco couldn't wait to laugh: "Did you see his face? That stupid big man."

The other Slytherins chimed in.

"Shut up, Malfoy," said Parvati Patil sharply.

"Ha, protecting Longbottom?" Pansy said in a strange voice, "I didn't expect you to like chubby little tearbags, Patil."

Patil blushed, and the Gryffindor student looked at Pansy angrily.

"Look!" Draco suddenly rushed over to pick up something on the grass, "It was given to him by that stupid Longbottom's grandma."

He held up the memory ball, which gleamed in the sun.

"Here, Malfoy," Potter whispered.Everyone stopped talking and watched.The influence of the savior should not be underestimated.

Draco didn't take Potter seriously at all: "I want to put it somewhere for Longbottom to pick it up - in a tree - how about that?"

I think Harry Potter is Draco's natural enemy. As soon as he meets the Boy Who Lived, Draco's IQ drops to zero.

"Bring it here!" Potter yelled.

"Draco!" I whispered at the same time.But Draco had hopped on his broom and took off, obviously he wasn't bragging, he was flying terrifically.Weasley's face slowly turned red, and the Gryffindor student was watching Draco nervously.

"Come and get it, Potter!" he shouted defiantly at Potter, hovering at a height parallel to the top of a tree.

Potter grabbed his broom.

"No!" cried the girl, Hermione, "Mrs Hooch told us not to move - you're going to get us all in trouble."

But no one paid any attention to him.Potter kicked off the ground and rose up. It has to be said that Potter seems to be quite talented in flying. After experiencing the wobble during the take-off stage, he quickly stabilized the broom.Ron Weasley yelled admiringly between the screams and gasps of the Gryffindor girls, and Potter spun his broom sharply towards Draco, who looked taken aback.

"Bring it here," cried Potter, "or I'll knock you off the broom."

"Oh, is it?" Draco's face was a little nervous.

Potter drove the broom toward Draco like a bullet, Draco dodged it quickly, and Potter braked just in time to turn back.Several Gryffindors clapped excitedly and jumped up and down.

"You don't have Crabbe and Goyle escorting you here, Malfoy," Potter called.

Draco obviously noticed this too.

"Here, see if you can catch it!" He yelled, threw the glass ball high into the air, and then quickly landed on the ground.

"Draco!" The Slytherins surrounded him as soon as he landed.

"You're not worried that I'm going to break my neck," Draco told me, his gray eyes gleaming with pleasure, "Potter's gone."

At this moment, Potter had already caught the glass ball and gently fell on the grass.

"You threw it at Professor McGonagall's office window on purpose." Blaise said after the crowd dispersed a little.

Draco's expression said it all.

Several yells of injustice erupted from Gryffindor.Professor McGonagall strode towards the castle, and the Potter six followed helplessly.

"Will he be fired?" Pansy asked, smoothing his hair.

"who knows."

The Slytherin students headed by Draco sneered at Gryffindor, and Ron Weasley impulsively pulled out his wand:

"Want to eat a jinx, Malfoy?"

I coughed behind Draco's back, "Mr. Weasley, you'll be hit by a hundred jinxes first."

Millicent Burst looked at my hands in horror. She must have remembered the scene in my dorm with Daphne Greengrass.It's a pity that Miss Greengrass is still in the infirmary, and Madam Pomfrey said that she will have to stay at least two more days.

Pansy sneered cooperatively, the Slytherins didn't take Ron Weasley seriously at all.He pursed his lips and wanted to say a spell, but was stopped:

"Let me go! Hermione—Hermione Granger, let me go!"

"Dumplings," whispered a few Slytherins.

"It's a pity I didn't have the chance to see the power of Ron Weasley." I followed everyone to the castle, where Weasley was still arguing with Granger.

"Ha - the savior!" Draco walked into the dining room and saw Potter at a glance.

"Merlin! Draco, don't be so childish." I sighed and followed Draco, and Crabbe and Goyle were stunned when they saw me approaching, "You two go to dinner." Wave them away.The two of them leaped happily to the table, and Pansy watched me from afar with concern, and I smiled at her.

"One last meal, Potter? When will you take the train back to the Muggles?"

"Now that you're back on the ground, you're more courageous." Facing Draco's provocation, Potter just said coldly, "But where's your little friend?"

Draco paused visibly, then turned quickly—

"Vio!" He looked at me in surprise, then said angrily, "When did you come here? Go find Pansy."

"This is in front of Gryffindor." I whispered to remind him to pay attention to his manners.No way, Draco had no choice but to turn back resignedly, and said to Potter: "I am willing to fight you alone anytime, tonight if you have no objection. Ignore the duel between the two. Use only the wand - no contact. What? Huh? I guess you haven't heard of wizard duels, have you?"

"Of course he's heard of it." Weasley turned around suddenly, "I'm his assistant, who is your assistant?——she?" He pointed at me, and I sneered:

"Of course, Mr Weasley."

Draco had no choice but to follow my lead. "It's midnight, how about that? We'll meet you in the trophy room, where the doors are never locked."

Then he walked away with me.

"You shouldn't have sneaked here, Vio," he scolded me.

"You're not worried that I'll cry because of Weasley, are you?" I sat down next to Pansy and happily took food from my plate.

"No." Draco said slowly, "I think the Godfather might be upset about it."