Noah said goodbye to the principal he bumped into unexpectedly and turned into another corridor.
He didn't expect to meet Dumbledore... The moment Noah saw Dumbledore, he almost thought he was coming for him.
But that shouldn’t be the case, right?
When he turned the corner, he looked back thoughtfully at the corridor. Principal Dumbledore had already joined Professor McGonagall, and the two were talking about something.
Without hesitation, Noah turned into the corridor and arrived at the library.
He probably thinks too much. Instead of thinking about these things, he might as well think about his homework.
…
"Minerva." Dumbledore greeted Professor McGonagall with a smile.
"Principal Dumbledore." McGonagall didn't expect to meet the principal here, and was very surprised. "Shouldn't you have gone to the Ministry of Magic today?"
"Just got back." Dumbledore said with a smile.
"Is there something wrong with the Ministry of Magic?" McGonagall didn't understand why the principal came to see her first when he came back.
Generally speaking, shouldn't the principal be eating dessert or deserting in his office?
"No, it's all boring stuff," Dumbledore mumbled the lemon drops. "You know, Minister Bagno will be leaving next year."
The Ministry of Magic has begun to form cliques a year in advance.
This happens every time a minister leaves office, and as the "strongest wizard" Dumbledore is also the target of many people's wooing.
Therefore, after the meeting, he will inevitably be attracted by various people overtly or covertly.
Even though Dumbledore would not participate in these every year, he would still come and try to win over him every year.
The wrinkles on Professor McGonagall's brow have deepened a lot. She doesn't like the twists and turns of the Ministry of Magic.
"What about today's meeting?"
"Still boring." Now Dumbledore also frowned.
"Well, actually I'm here to meet the kid." Dumbledore finally told the truth.
"That kid..." Professor McGonagall was stunned, "You mean, Lannister?"
Dumbledore nodded: "As you said, he is a good boy."
Professor McGonagall's frown deepened: "Mr. Principal!"
The professor obviously did not agree with the principal's tentative behavior.
"Sorry, Minerva, I'm just a little worried."
After all, there was a Slytherin "genius" before, but that genius eventually went astray, and it is still one of the things he regrets most.
Professor McGonagall fell silent upon hearing this: "Lannister is a good boy and will not be the next one."
"I hope so too."
…
Noah is still unaware of the conversation between the two school bosses. He is now very speechless as he watches Mrs. Pince kicking out several Gryffindors.
Two of them were the Weasley twins.
These guys made a lot of noise in the library, which directly angered the library administrator.
I don’t know what book I’m reading.
But this has little to do with Noah, he has already started to complete his homework.
In order to practice magic spells, he had not done a lot of homework and planned to finish it all at once this afternoon.
Just as he expected, the library was a very quiet place for him, at least no unnecessary eyes would fall on him all the time.
Most of the people here are looking down at books, and it is so quiet that there is almost no noise except the sound of turning pages and writing.
Well, thank Madame Pince for her totalitarianism.
During the two days of the weekend, except for Saturday morning, Noah spent the rest of the time in the library.
Even Eve couldn't find an excuse to take him out, but was dragged by Noah to do homework for a day in the library.
In the end, all the first-year Slytherins spent time in the library doing homework.
…
On the new Monday, the Slytherins had their first flying lesson.
Their class was held in an open space next to the Forbidden Forest, and Hufflepuff was in class with them.
Fourteen broomsticks have been placed in this clearing. Ms. Hooch, who has short gray hair, is already waiting in the clearing. She arranged the brooms in two rows, with Slytherin on one side and Hufflepuff on the other. His own is located in the center of the two teams.
The little wizards stood up consciously and looked at Mrs. Pince expectantly.
"Okay, don't look at me like this. Are you ready?" Ms. Huo Qi liked the eyes of the little wizards very much, just like she liked Quidditch. She also liked that every little wizard looked forward to flying. Sky's eyes.
But this did not diminish her severity at all: "Stand next to the broom now, hurry! Hurry!"
All the little wizards quickly stood up straight.
Although the broom on the ground has been damaged a lot, and some branches are even sticking out, and it looks like it has been used for a long time, the little wizards still enjoy it.
"Put your right hand over the broom. Then shout, 'Get up!'"
"Get up!" each little wizard shouted.
Some brooms jumped up immediately and were firmly grasped by the little wizards, while others... just turned over, and some even didn't move at all.
Noah: “…”
Yes, Noah's broom was turned over.
Perhaps his disgusted expression betrayed his emotions, but the rather old broom didn't bother to pay attention to him.
Very well, brooms also have tempers.
Fortunately, most people's brooms were similar to his, and only four brooms flew obediently.
Noah looked up and saw, well, four students from Montaigne and Warrington, as well as Cedric from Hufflepuff and another Hufflepuff whom Noah didn't recognize, grabbed the broom.
Seeing that Noah failed to wake up the broom immediately, Warrington and Montague were stunned for a moment, and then looked at Noah in surprise.
Noah understood that expression instantly—there’s something you’re not good at!
Well, Noah had never played with a broom before.
He looked at the broom-like shape on the ground, and there was a hint of threat in his gray eyes: "Get up."
This time the broom behaved itself. It flew into Noah's hand obediently and was firmly grasped by him.
After about five minutes, everyone grabbed their brooms.
Ms. Huo Qi began to show them how to ride on the broom without falling off. She walked around each person and corrected their grip one by one, but someone like Montague who woke up the broom so skillfully was obviously very fond of flying broomsticks. Familiar, having flown in the sky even before school, hardly needs much correction.
After correcting her grip, she said loudly: "Now, when I whistle, you kick your legs off the ground and push hard! You need to hold the broom steady, rise a few feet, and then lean forward slightly, vertically. Fall back to the ground.”
"Now, listen to my whistle!"
Everyone was on their broomsticks and ready to fly.
