, wonderful and free of pop-ups! "Your uncle is really handsome."
When Harry passed by the long Gryffindor table on his way to the outside of the castle, he heard a girl say this obsessively.
"He has a pair of purple eyes!" Ron exclaimed, "This is so rare!"
"My uncle is a genius," Neville said with awe and a little pride. "My uncle often said that if I were half as smart as my uncle, he wouldn't have to worry."
"He looks nothing like you," a boy said. "Isn't he married yet? I don't see a ring on his finger."
"I look like my mother." Neville said shyly, "Also, my uncle is indeed not married - my grandma lost her temper many times because of this, but he didn't agree, so my grandma couldn't do anything about him. , because my uncle is the person with the most say in our family."
Harry thought for a while and felt that there was no need to listen to these topics anymore, so he continued to walk out of the hall.
The Slytherin table was glaring at the so-called Ministry of Magic official. When he saw Harry walking out, he threw his fork on the plate, picked up his school bag, stood up and left.
"What's wrong with him?" Pansy, who was enjoying her ice cream dessert, looked up at her friend walking away, "He's just an official from the Ministry of Magic, so what's wrong with him?"
"It's not like you don't know that haters are very annoying," bsie said nonchalantly, "Besides, Xavier is over there. Did you see it? I'm afraid he's going to spread the word 'family ambitions and conspiracy' to that naive W again. ”
"To be honest, I think I worry too much," the black-haired girl said with disapproval, "Is that like that? Except for herbal medicine class, which subject can he get an evaluation above E? Even his uncle No matter how ambitious and conspiratorial he is, he still has to see if his nephew is the right one! So what if that little idiot has some courage and a few words of talk? Even if Harry Xavier is a squib, what if he stands out It won’t be one.”
With constant corrections, even Pansy has learned to forget the surname "R" - otherwise you will see the first-year chief young master indifferently correcting you.
"You are right, my dear," Bsie smiled and nodded, "Even I think that at least Xavier is more charming. Have you seen his emerald green eyes."
"You're always like this, bsie." Pansy rolled her eyes.
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Harry was dying from being nagged to death.
He had never known that this guy who always had a noble demeanor could be so nagging and so scary - Harry swore that from all aspects, what he was doing now was comparable to when he was teaching Ron a lesson.
"harry!"
Whoever told me to come was there. She kept telling Harry, 'You must be careful about that big one,' 'You have to come with me except for class,' and so on. When Harry felt that it was unnecessary, the brown-haired girl caught up with him eagerly.
"Oh no..." he whined and slapped himself on the face, "Good morning, but don't start!"
"No!" After catching up with them, he stopped panting, "You must listen to me - you are going to take flying lessons soon! You must be careful, and you must not be more than three meters above the ground!"
"Why...why?" Harry asked.
"That's why Neville threw himself from the sky to the ground!" he emphasized with worry on his face, "I know you won't be like Ron and others who only focus on bravery and excitement and not safety, right, Harry? "
"Okay, Granger," Harry breathed a sigh of relief and immediately shifted his focus. His gray-blue eyes stared straight at him and he said menacingly, "He doesn't need you to worry about--and, do you think Harry Could he be that fool? I heard that everyone in Harry's ancestors is very talented in flying."
I do not know how? How did you know? Harry looked up helplessly and thought to himself.
In fact, no one has to worry - just as if he will fall hard to the ground, his feathers that can fly without a broom are still safely leaning against Kurt's cross.
"Sorry, as far as I know, one of you needs to go to your classmates to get your notes back, and the other one still has an inch of paper that you haven't written yet?" Harry patted someone on the shoulder and said optimistically, "Isn't it just a flying lesson? Anyway, I don't have one. It’s enough time to be obsessed with sports and enjoy the class, but I will also pay attention to safety, don’t worry.”
He immediately heard what he meant, and immediately turned the fire back, glaring at him and saying, "You're not planning to stop playing Quidditch, are you? If you don't join the Quidditch team in the second grade, you will regret it. Yes, because I will be selected at the beginning of my sophomore year!”
"Quidditch? That's too dangerous!" he almost screamed, "I've seen them practice, it's so... so rude!"
"Shut up, granger!"
"I won't regret it. If you fall, I can still heal your injuries." Harry said in a very brisk tone, "Go ahead and see you at noon."
"harry!!"
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If we talk about flying alone, from a broad definition, Harry has several ways to fly in the sky, and there are two ways of flying in the sky, with and without tools - such as flying their plane, using Use the power of mind to freeze yourself in the air and move, or use the most unreliable method, which is to soar into the sky with the new pair of wings.
And Charles also told Harry another method - controlling the magnetic field.
However, because the last method is too difficult to master and is not suitable for children like Harry, this method is prohibited from being taught by Charles.
——To sum up, for Harry, flying on a broomstick is actually a very strange thing and something that people are not willing to do, because in terms of comfort, flying broomsticks have neither safety belts nor comfort. Wide seats.
"But, this thing, to a certain extent...can it be considered traditional?" Anna frowned in distress at the broom on the ground, "If the wizard didn't ride a broom, I would feel very strange...up, up ? Alas, I encountered the third situation!"
w listed several situations that freshmen can encounter in flying lessons, so that the students can judge the situation. The third situation of anna means that they are not interested in flying and have no talent for flying, so they use the broom Just rolling on the ground'. As for other situations, they are quite complicated. For example, Neville's 'completely repulsed flying and ran away with a broomstick' is the fifth situation, while Ron's 'is quite talented in flying but not suitable for broomsticks. Not very bright is the fourth situation, and people like this who seem to have flying talents in their family history belong to the top situation——
——Just say up (get up) for a moment, any brand of broom can jump into his hand like a pervert meeting a stunning beauty, extremely eager and docile.
As for the hufflepuffs standing opposite them, two of the three were in the third condition, and the remaining one was either fourth or sixth - the broom slowly but steadily jumped into their hands.
"...How did you do that?" A boy from Hufflepuff Academy said to Harry in a dreamlike voice.
Harry was sitting sideways on the floating broomstick, as if he were sitting on a sofa. He shrugged and spread his hands: "I don't know either - maybe, um, you can try it too?"
The boy tried it excitedly.
...The results are of course tragic. Harry was also glared at by the flying class professor, the lady who seemed to have sharp eyes like an eagle. The lady loudly asked him to regulate his flying method, otherwise, he would be sentenced to violating traffic rules if he flew out like this in the future. .
Once all students were stable on their broomsticks, they were allowed to fly at low altitude.
Harry later thought carefully about this incident and after asking many people, he confirmed one thing - the incident happened ten minutes after they were allowed to fly at low altitude, when the flying class professor happened to send a hufflepuff classmate to the infirmary. It happened, and the time was absolutely accurate, and there was no doubt that the person who secretly had bad intentions for him was an obsessive-compulsive disorder.
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It was when he finished writing the penultimate line of the paper that he realized something was wrong - after all, not everyone has good study habits like him, and once he starts writing homework, he won't hear anyone shouting. Speaking of which, he could sense something was wrong because someone in the library gathered around the window and shouted in surprise, which made him unable to continue his homework.
What surprised him even more was that his two followers, Crabbe and Goyle, who usually only knew about food, came over eagerly and said to him: "You have to go and see, we think you need to know this - Xavier's The broom is possessed!"
It was difficult to understand what they meant: "What does it mean - Harry's broom is possessed?"
"It's just that one second he was flying better than anyone else, and the next second, even H (Mrs. Hodge) couldn't catch up with him!"
"...Merlin's rosacea." After being stunned for a second, he realized the seriousness of the matter. He stood up hastily, almost knocking over the ink bottle, and was so anxious that he took the wand and dropped an order. He ran, "Put my things back in the dormitory - if there's an ink stain on the paper, you won't be able to eat sweet pie tonight!"
He rushed out of the heavy bookcases and rushed to a row of windows in the library - that was of no use. A group of people gathered there and within a few seconds decisively decided to abandon this observation point and instead ran to the library. In other places, thanks to the setting up of the flying course venue, as long as it is not too remote, he can find a place to check the situation, even if his understanding of jinxes and curses is only at a theoretical level.
"The corridor... no, it's too low. The empty classroom over there in the Transfiguration class... no, the view there is too narrow." After some deliberation, he selected an empty classroom - it had been abandoned for a long time. He found it accidentally once, but because it was so dusty and no one went in to clean it, he stayed away.
But the window of that classroom should have a panoramic view of the flying lesson venue.
He walked through several stairs and walked straight without looking back. His face was so scary that no one dared to talk to him on the street - after all, Harry was not with him now, so who knew if he would be the one being bullied - Then when he arrived at the classroom, he opened the door and before he could choke him to death with the breath of dust, he heard a familiar, annoying girl's cry:
"Malfoy!" Granger was kneeling by the window, looking back at him and playing decibels, "Why are you here?!"
"I think that's what I'm trying to say, Granger," he wrinkled his nose in disgust and yelled in an extremely bad mood, "Get out of here!"
"Are you here to help Harry?" There were even tears on her face. She almost cried, "Malfoy, you shouldn't lose your temper at me now - Harry is in danger! Someone must have put a curse on him. No one can catch up with his broom, and the professor is not here. If this continues-" She took a deep breath, almost roaring, "He will fall before the professors arrive to rescue him. , maybe break your neck or anywhere, maybe even die!”
"Don't say stupid things there. There are many situations in Quidditch that are much more serious than this." He stepped forward forcefully and pushed her away, "Get out of the way! How can I see if you are blocking me - are you sure he is using the school broom?" ? This speed is faster than a light wheel! My dad said that the brooms in school are all old Silver Arrows, and they are as slow as a turtle crawling on the ground! "
He leaned straight up and looked out the window. It took him a long time to find Harry——This is really a rare thing. Even if many things are just bragging, his eyesight is really good enough to be able to see Harry in three. If he catches the golden snitch within ten minutes, it will take him a long time to find something. You can imagine how fast it flies.
Harry was seen holding the broom tightly, squinting slightly under the fierce strong wind caused by flying. His broom was really just as described, incredibly fast, and definitely not in the direction of the wind, but like a flying star. Like a ball, it drew a large arc in the air, rushing wildly. Several times, he saw that the broom was about to hit the castle wall hard, but Harry worked very hard to control the direction of the broom, always at the critical moment. He lifted himself into the sky again. In this situation, if it weren't for the bad timing and I really wanted to slap him a few times, he dared to say that the skills contained in Harry's first flight were definitely no less than all the skills he had mastered himself, who was already considered a veteran.
And I finally know where the tears came from - this situation is too frightening for girls, whether it is gryffinder or his good friend Pansy, they seem to be concerned about this situation of 'boys riding brooms and running rampant with their lives in danger' Crying and screaming was the only response.
"You came earlier than me and found this location, but all you can do is cry?" He flicked his wand irritably, trying to cast a levitating spell, and shouted in a broken voice: "I did it! I did it!" I tried the floating spell, the spell stopped immediately, and I even tried the freezing spell that Senior Sister Zhang taught me, but they either missed or had no effect! This is definitely not an accident! I don’t know what went wrong, and Don't know who wants to hurt Harry - he's such a nice guy - so now that you're here, you care about him, Malfoy! For God's sake! Do something, Malfoy!"
He was a little dizzy from shouting this series of collapsed words, and he even felt that his ears were buzzing. The problem was that he didn't have time to lose his temper now: "That's enough, shut your mouth - you have to let everyone know that you are Here, right? I can’t believe it, Granger, didn’t you go find the person who secretly cast the curse?”
He waved his wand, pointing the tip of the wand outside, and said with a gloomy face: "Listen, Granger, my father said that there are no more than ten people in the UK who are good at curses. If Harry's broom was cursed from the beginning, who would care? Can you guarantee that he will get the chosen one?"
Nodding, her fluffy hair flew messily with her, "I have read in the book - if the spell wants to achieve this level, the caster must chant the spell for a long time, but I can't find that chant He cursed someone!" She asked a question suddenly, "Malfoy, do you think it was possible that Sirius Bck did this?"
"Considering what you said - he only had the bed curtain torn open with a knife." Deciding to think that he was still half a person who had sincere concern for Harry, he reluctantly explained, "He didn't Wands - prisoners in Azkaban will have their wands broken, and since he couldn't get it before entering Hogwarts, he can't get it here."
Outside, Harry's broom rushed down again and he was so frightened that he hurriedly leaned on the window to check the situation. At this time, their actions were surprisingly consistent, and the window was barely big enough for them to squeeze in.
"This won't work," he concluded, pulling his head back with a pale face, eyes rolling around, and concluding, "Who knows if that damn curser will be able to kill Harry with a crushing curse."
"——Look there!" After searching hard, she found a figure on the observatory of the castle. Her eyes widened, and she quickly pulled the wizard's robe and shouted: "There is a person there! And he has a wand in his hand! He Not any of the Hogwarts professors - he must be hexing Harry!"
As she said that, she raised the wand in her hand and ran out, "I'm going to stop him!"
I almost got angry at what she said.
Who are the people in gryffindor? What kind of place is that that can make people so stupid? !
In order to prevent Harry from finding fault with himself for this later, he stretched out his hand to stop him and said angrily: "What are you doing?! Are you going to serve him as a dish, Granger? It's still class time, the professors have to rush It's very difficult to come here! And the principal has to argue with the damn Ministry of Magic officials today about the damn Dementors! It's useless even if you call for help here! You have to do homework for every subject Where did your IQ go?”
When he said this, he ignored the question of how do you know this at all, but stared at the figure on the observatory - the distance was too far, he really couldn't see clearly, and neither he nor Granger were facing it. It is definitely not possible to rush towards such an unknown person directly. This is not only unsafe, but also inconsistent with the usual code of conduct.
"...I have a way, come with me."
After saying that, he rushed out quickly, followed closely behind him, and asked eagerly: "Where are we going!"
"The Owlhouse, you idiot!" cursed.
They arrived at the owl shed as quickly as possible, where many birds were resting, and soon found their own golden eagle that was brought here under Pansy's name.
With her clever mind, she understood what to do in an instant - they couldn't face that person directly, but the golden eagle could fly up and interfere and escape flexibly. She immediately rummaged for something in her schoolbag, and finally found a bottle, pointed her wand inside, recited a spell, and then bright blue flames erupted from the tip of the wand.
Then she handed him the bottle with a curious look and said: "Use this! If he wants to cast a spell, he can only deal with one first! If he hits the bottle, your bird will interfere with him, and if he deals with it first Your bird, the bottle will most likely shatter on him, releasing flames! That will distract him!"
He took the bottle, nodded hastily, and made a slight crack on the bottle, so that the bottle would be slightly cracked, so that the bottle would break easily after falling.
Then he tied the bottle to a hair rope provided, let the golden eagle hold it carefully, and said: "Hold it firmly and fly there." He opened the window and pointed in the direction of the observatory, "If there is If there is someone, just throw the bottle down! Do you understand?" After saying that, he stared again, "You are responsible for keeping an eye on that person. If he makes any moves, you have to remind me, because I need to keep an eye on my sculptures to prevent them. Unexpected——"
"But, although there is no other way...I'm not saying not to use this method, but let an eagle do this-" He covered his mouth and said unbearably.
"Oh come on, our eagle is smarter than Weasley and Weasley combined!" He said viciously, letting the golden eagle fly, and warned again: "Throw it away and run away - I don't want to change the messenger, do you understand? "
The golden eagle barked at his boy, then grabbed the bottle and flew to the observatory - which was really not far away. Thanks to Merlin, the owlhouse was on the top floor.
After releasing the golden eagle, he squatted down amidst the cooing sounds of the owls in the room. Just like before, he held the edge of the window and watched nervously as the golden eagle approached the observatory. Cold sweat continued on his palms. Even my legs were shaking slightly.
He is not very courageous and has never been very brave, but his mind has always been flexible and he can think of many things that others cannot think of.
This plan is actually very rough and incomplete - if this person is cautious enough, he will shoot down his golden eagle in advance, and if this is a ruthless person, he will even realize that someone is attacking him, and then choose to fight to the death. , or kill and immediately.
Constant twinges of regret - why would he be so reckless as to take matters into his own hands? Why didn't he go to the godfather first? The godfather is better at this than he is, and is also good at resolving curses. Dumbledore will not just watch the savior he finally brought back die young. What's more, W's dean is also a powerful magician. Anyway, any of them are stronger than him. , even though things would get worse before they arrived, what he did was actually insignificant and more likely to be detrimental, and this approach was not slytherin at all.
——But let those go to hell, he has done more than one unslytherin thing for Harry Xavier, so it is not less than this one.
There was a voice in my heart saying this at the same time.
He swallowed, feeling that his heart was about to jump out of his throat. Harry's miserable look kept replaying in front of his eyes - what would happen if Harry really fell? He wasn't killed by the Dark Lord when he was one year old, but who said he wouldn't be thrown to death today?
He felt a wave of irritation - why Harry Xavier? A person who doesn't even acknowledge his own wizard surname, who wants to be a therapist all day long without progress, who is aloof from the world, kind and tolerant and terrifying, what is the use of killing this person, this one of his few friends? ? This guy isn't even British! I even want to rant, and the content is ready-made - why don't you murder? That also saves cauldrons and potions!
"Look!" He tugged at him, "Your bird!"
I saw that the bottle dropped by the golden eagle was shattered by a red light, and the flame was extinguished in an instant. The large raptor did not drop the bottle and ran away, but went up fiercely and used its sharp claws to fight with the body. The man wrapped in a cloak fought. The man seemed not to want to cause any big noise. He kept trying to drive the golden eagle away under the cover of the cloak. Under the reflection of the sun, there was a flash of light on the cuffs. He immediately recorded this detail in his memory. heart.
"Harry's broom has slowed down!" He was lying next to the window and shouted in surprise.
"Come back... Damn it! Why is it disobedient!" I had to stretch out my wand and recite the spell responsible for the connection between pets and owners at the golden eagle, trying to summon it back. At this time, I screamed and pounced. He went over and fell to the ground, and then with a crash, a piece of brick wall seemed to be shot from the window. The incoming spell was hit, and due to the magic of the castle itself, it was unscathed, but the owl shelf hit by the spell fell down with a crash. , it was so big and heavy that it completely crushed the two people to the ground, and a lot of things were brought down and hit them completely.
Before falling down, both of them saw the tail of Harry's broom explode suddenly in mid-air.
"No!!!!" I heard a heartbreaking cry, "harry!!!"
I almost screamed too, but——
"——!!!!!!"
——Before the consciousness disappeared, I don’t know if it was an illusion, but I heard Harry’s voice calling him very loudly.
And the voice was too clear, as if Harry was talking in his head.
harry.
He moved his lips, wanting to say the name.
But in the end, what he did was to develop his gentlemanly demeanor like a ghost. Before he could get up, he pushed the girl out between the lightning and flints - because there was another red light, in the gap between the messy things, and for some reason, the girl who had just gotten up from the ground was The girl's back was ejaculated.
He actually regretted doing this, because if she was not pushed away, she would be a good shield, and if she was pushed away, she would be unlucky. Maybe it was because Harry had been persuading him all day long, maybe it was because Granger had just saved his life by knocking him down and preventing him from being hit by a spell - in any case, he could find a reason for his behavior. .
——Well, now he is even with the annoying granger.
And - don't think that he didn't see anything because of the coma spell! He would make the guy who dared to attack a Malfoy pay the price because he thought wearing a cloak could hide everything! He swears!
I thought so before I fainted.
