It was half past three that afternoon.
After the Charms lesson, their flying lesson will be held on the field in front of the castle gate.
It was a clear, breezy day.
There are a few white clouds shaped like sheep floating in the blue sky.
As they walked quickly down the sloping grass to a flat lawn on the opposite side of the field, the fresh green grass rippled slightly under their feet.
Beyond the lawn is the forest, with dark trees swaying in the wind in the distance.
The Slytherin students were already there, and twenty broomsticks were neatly arranged on the ground.
Bajir saw Draco Malfoy at a glance.
The light golden hair exudes golden light in the sun.
He was a small, shrunken man standing next to Crabbe and Goyle.
He looked at the broom on the ground eagerly, wanting to touch it.
Bagir couldn't help but think of his predecessor, the photo of Narcissa Malfoy he saw in "Wizard Weekly".
Much more beautiful than in the movie!
That tall figure, fair skin, long golden hair, cold face, straight nose, and thin lips that seemed to show ridicule from time to time.
In the photo that can be moved, the nose is raised high, as if smelling something bad, with a arrogant expression.
It was vaguely similar to Draco Malfoy's expression on the train when he extended his hand as if giving alms.
If this face showed such a pitiful expression as Draco's now.
hiss! How about becoming Draco's stepfather after killing Lucius Malfoy?
"Narcissa, you don't want Draco to be an orphan and bullied, right?"
Bajier, who was thinking about major events in his life, still smiled like the wind, showing off his sunny and cheerful temperament as a big boy.
Hermione, who was mumbling something and looking nervously at the broom, relaxed.
In her eyes, Bajir frowned slightly, looking slightly melancholy.
But he is strong and independent, covering everything up with a hearty smile.
The breeze blew his golden hair, and the refreshing breath, like the fresh green grass after the rain, penetrated her nostrils.
For a moment, she even forgot that not far away, their flying teacher—Mrs. Hooch, who had short gray hair and two yellow eyes like an eagle, was looking at her.
She shouted sternly: "That brown-haired girl! What are you still dawdling about!"
"Everyone stand next to a broomstick. Quick, quick, hurry up."
When Bagir was still being beaten, her voice became softer unconsciously.
"Child, come."
She randomly picked out the best broom and walked up to Bagir.
"Here, your broom for this class. Class is about to begin."
Bajir, who was in a good mood, came to his senses.
In his mind, the weak and cold face of Narcissa in a lady's dress was overshadowed by the face of this woman with a boyish face, yellow eagle eyes, and an iron T-shirt.
Bagir resisted the urge to take a step back and took the broom with a normal expression.
He walked between Hermione, who was blushing with shame, and Ron, who was full of jealousy.
Harry looked down at his broomstick. It was old and worn, with some branches sticking out here and there.
I looked at Bagir's again. It was as clean as new, with neat branches forming the tail.
He suddenly understood how Ron felt.
"How come Mrs. Huo Qi is so gentle to you!" Ron muttered softly.
Neville, Seamus, and Dean stood together in disbelief.
Look at the broom in front of you like a dangerous snake.
Bajir looked at Neville.
This second savior.
In collective life, some students with similar interests, similar personalities, or similar life backgrounds often form small groups consciously or unconsciously.
Gryffindor students love to break school rules.
Although there is selection by the sorting hat, it is also a manifestation of the individual being infected by the group.
That's why he hates sorting.
A person's personality cannot be simply divided into four attributes.
A month passed, and their classes formed small groups based on their complementary personalities.
Even if Bajir deliberately pulled him closer.
Neville unknowingly became relatively alienated from them.
Played with Seamus and Dean who lived in the second grade room next door.
The only three girls in the first year of Gryffindor, Hermione, Lavender, and Padma.
The three of them were in the same dormitory, but Lavender and Padma barely paid attention to Hermione.
Instead, he plays with Padma's twin sister, Parvati, who lives in Ravenclaw.
As for himself, he formed a small group with Harry and Ron, and Hermione joined as a pendant.
"It seems that the production of Neville's Echo will be cancelled." Bajir sighed in his heart.
Flying lessons also officially started.
"Put your right hand on top of the broom handle," Mrs. Hooch shouted from the front, "and say, 'Get up!'"
"Get up!" Bajir's broom jumped into his hand obediently.
Harry's too.
To Baljir's expectation, Draco Malfoy's broom was equally obedient.
Beside him, Crabbe and Goyle's broomsticks were motionless.
Same as Neville's.
"It seems that Malfoy's ability to become a Seeker was not entirely due to his father."
Bagir glanced at Ron again.
Ron's broom also jumped into his hand.
He walked up to Neville and whispered: "A broom is like a horse. It can see the timidity in your heart. You have courage, but it is obvious that you would rather stay on the ground than in the sky."
"Thank you, Bagir." Neville nodded.
He closed his eyes and prepared to try again.
However, Mrs. Huo Qi's temper seemed to be very impatient.
She was not willing to give time to other students, including Neville, who had not yet succeeded.
She hurriedly stopped, "Okay, the call for the broom is over."
"Put the broom under your crotch, please."
She yelled at Seamus, whose mother was a witch and whose father was a Muggle, and who had never actually touched a broom.
"Boy! Don't worry, it won't get the egg stuck! The brooms are all under a Cushion Charm."
Bagir, who had also never played with a broom, sat on it, and a comfortable feeling of tolerance enveloped his lower body.
The feeling was erratic, as if touching soft clouds.
The invisible cushion created by magic is indeed incomparable to any filling!
This time he complained directly: "No wonder the broomstick is so popular, it's so...hiss...comfortable!"
"Neville, try it too, it's very comfortable."
Neville sat down tremblingly, motionless.
But as he touched the cushion, his expression relaxed.
Then, Mrs. Hooch corrected their broomstick gestures one by one.
But when Malfoy came, something changed.
Mrs. Hooch's many corrections and criticisms made Malfoy explode.
The negative emotions during this time came flooding out.
"Shut up, old woman! That's how Gwenog Jones, the greatest Seeker, holds his broom!"
Mrs. Huo Qi was not angry at first, but surprised.
"Are you a fan of Holyhead Harpies? But they're an all-female team!"
"Boy, this grip is more suitable for women."
"You don't have breasts that are in the way, so you don't need to hold them like this. Moreover, this will cause all the pressure on the lower body, which is not good for men's gender characteristics."
Ron started laughing wildly.
The same goes for Crabbe.
Mrs. Hooch did not notice Ron, but said sternly to Crabbe: "Don't laugh at your classmates."
She didn't notice that Malfoy's hand had reached his pocket.
"Hot!" Malfoy screamed.
This action was so swift that no one could react.
A beam of light struck Crabbe.
Crabbe stopped laughing.
He screamed loudly and covered his nose with his hands, and ugly boils were popping out of his nose.
"How dare you!" Mrs. Huo Qi was really angry.
She grabbed Draco's ear.
Draco didn't resist, his face was filled with the joy of revenge.
He became proud, and the Slytherins around him had awe in their eyes again.
Especially Gore.
"And you." Mrs. Hooch looked at Crabbe with disgust, "You are also following. When I take this child to Dean Slytherin's office, you are also following. Go to the school doctor's office yourself."
"Everyone of you, no one is allowed to move until I come back! Put the broomstick back where it belongs, otherwise, points will be deducted!"
"By the way, 10 points from Slytherin!"
