Harry was angry. This was the first time in his life that he had been so angry. It was unbearable.
He and Malfoy had an argument yesterday but didn't win.
However, the good news he received from Ron relieved his anger a little.
Flying lessons will start this afternoon.
Flying, at any time, is something that humans dream of, except those with a fear of heights.
You must perform well in class and compare yourself to Malfoy.
Even if he heard Malfoy talking about how good his flying skills were and how many different types of broomsticks he had tried.
But Harry knew that Malfoy was bragging.
In fact, he believed it to be true at first, until Malfoy boasted that during a flight, he had narrowly avoided a Muggle helicopter with his super high flying skills.
Malfoy said he was on top of the helicopter, using an extremely difficult flying maneuver to avoid it.
Harry didn't know exactly what that extremely difficult flying maneuver was, but he knew that the top of the helicopter was a propeller, and the result of avoiding the top of the helicopter was that it was shattered into countless pieces.
No matter how magical the magic is, it cannot complete the assembly and restoration of a pile of human body fragments.
"Dudley, today's flying lesson is for our two academies to learn together."
While reading in the library in the morning, Hermione was restlessly mumbling.
"What to do? I'm not prepared at all. No matter how many books I read, I can't learn to fly."
Flying, especially riding a broomstick, can only be a matter of practicing the truth. Trying to learn how to fly from a textbook can only be a wishful thinking.
You can't learn it without practicing it.
"What if I can't learn?"
Hermione looked frustrated, as if she had seen everyone flying into the air and she couldn't ride the broom.
So shameful.
"I'll stay on the ground with you."
Dudley replied without thinking.
"What if I fall off the broom?"
Hermione then asked.
"I'll catch you down there." Dudley patted his chest to express that he would definitely catch you.
Hermione:...
Although it sounds very warm...but...something feels wrong.
At 3:30 in the afternoon, the first-year wizards of Slytherin and Gryffindor came to a lawn outside the castle on time. Regarding the matter of being able to fly, whether it was a wizard from a wizarding family or a Muggle-imposed All looking forward to it.
Only Dudley was yawning out of boredom. To be honest, he was not very interested in flying lessons, which only focused on practice. He was very self-aware that he would definitely not be able to fly, and he preferred to rely on tools to fly. Fly under your own power, and it’s a sunny, breezy day, the perfect weather for a nap.
Opposite the lawn are endless black trees, which is the border of the Forbidden Forest.
Dozens or hundreds of broomsticks were neatly arranged on the ground, with expectant little wizards standing on both sides.
After a while, the teacher Mrs. Huo Qi came.
"What are you waiting for?" she said loudly, her tone even more excited than the little wizards: "Everyone stand next to a broomstick and hurry up."
"Put your right hand on top of the broom handle and say, get up!"
Well, it’s such a simple, crude and unpretentious spell.
"stand up!"
Harry only shouted once, and the broom flicked into his hand very obediently. He was the first among all the little wizards present to do so.
Even if the others shouted several times, the brooms would just roll on the ground.
I have to say that Harry is really talented at riding a broomstick.
Soon, one after another other little wizards' brooms also reacted and bounced from the ground to their hands.
Of course, there are also people whose brooms didn't respond much for a long time, such as Hermione, who rolled a few naughty circles and then stopped moving.
As for Dudley... as expected, he was even less responsive than Hermione's broomstick.
To him, the broomstick is just an ordinary broomstick.
So Dudley took advantage of the teacher not paying attention, hooked it with his feet and lifted it hard, and then held it easily.
Dudley was quite curious about flying broomsticks. He couldn't use them anyway, so he might as well study them.
Thinking like this, Dudley took the broom and started studying it. The broomstick seemed to be just a piece of rotten sticks put together, with a bare middle. In fact, the stick had an invisible pad on it, otherwise it would not work for a long time. Flying on a wooden stick will be a bit unbearable for the buttocks. It is said that in order to maintain the long-standing image of wizards riding broomsticks, the cushions were made invisible.
Dudley's final evaluation was that it was not as good as the magic carpet.
After a while, little wizards began to ride their brooms to the sky one after another.
There were only a few people still standing on the ground.
This includes Hermione and Dudley.
Hermione tried several more times, but the broom still just flapping in place, so she gave up.
Anyway, flying lessons are not a big subject. Even the OWLs exam does not include this item.
Hermione's face turned slightly red when she looked at Dudley, who was standing next to her, already holding a broomstick in his hand and studying it without any intention of 'going to heaven'.
"Actually, you don't have to stay with me."
It was obvious that Hermione had misunderstood, thinking that Dudley had flicked the broomstick up on his own, and thought he was doing it for her.
"Uh-huh..."
A scream from the sky interrupted their thoughts.
The little fat Neville lost control of his broomstick due to improper operation, and fell from the sky. Fortunately, he was not very high, but his arm was broken. He was supported by Mrs. Hooch and walked towards the school infirmary.
"What an idiot, that little crybaby."
"Mr. Bottom really hit the bottom this time."
When Mrs. Hooch saw Neville off, someone was talking quietly.
On the other side, Harry and Malfoy faced each other again, and continued the fight they had not finished last night. They didn't know what they said, but in short, the two of them met in the sky.
Dudley couldn't be bothered to talk to them anymore. Recently, they always quarreled whenever they met, and he was almost annoyed to death.
"Doesn't this mean that the class is over?" Dudley thought, squeezing his chin as he looked at the mess of little wizards, each doing his own thing.
Although Mrs. Huo Qi said she would be back soon, she would definitely not be in the mood to teach anymore if the little wizard was injured.
Then Dudley suddenly had a bold idea.
He hasn't done it in so long since he's been at Hogwarts.
"Hermione."
Dudley turned to Hermione.
Hermione, who was originally staring at Dudley, didn't expect that Dudley would suddenly turn her head, their eyes met, her face began to turn slightly red again, and she quickly looked away.
"how?"
He replied quietly.
"Do you want to go to the Forbidden Forest?"
Dudley leaned close to her ear and whispered.
"?!"
Hermione was shocked when she heard Dudley's proposal, covered her mouth and whispered.
"Now?"
"Of course, while it's still early, we can catch up with the meal when we get back."
First, go to the edge of the Forbidden Forest and explore the route to see if there is anything you need.
"But we are still in class now."
Hermione refused Dudley's proposal, but the desire in her heart still betrayed her.
'Stop... skipping class? With Dudley?' '
'So exciting? '
"Escape, it's not like I haven't done it before."
This was not the first time for them. As early as Oxford Dragon Primary School, Dudley had skipped class with Hermione.
