At about three o'clock in the afternoon, Tiera, Harry and Ron came to the green grass in front of the school, where there were already more than twenty brooms neatly placed on the grass.
When they arrived, the field was already filled with young wizards from Gryffindor and Slytherin. The three of them were the last to arrive because Tiera had the habit of taking a nap every day from 12:30 to 2:30. From one to three o'clock, Tiera would sleep for two hours.
This is not for rest. Tiera's mental strength is enough to sustain him for days and nights without sleeping. This is just his habit. Although his scientific research life in his previous life was busy, it was precisely because of his busyness that he needed to take a nap.
Harry was waiting for Tiera and Ron was waiting for Harry, so the three of them were the last to arrive.
But it seems that before their teacher showed up, they sneaked into the group of little wizards.
Ron was smarter this time, and instead of uttering wild words like he did in the first Transfiguration class, he pulled Harry and Tiera closer to Hermione.
A minute after Harry, Ron and Tiera arrived, the flying teacher, Mrs. Hooch, walked into the green pasture.
Mrs. Hodge has short gray hair and a pair of yellow eyes like an eagle.
"Okay, what are you waiting for?" Mrs. Hodge said vigorously, "Everyone stand next to a broomstick. Quick, quick, quick, hurry up!"
Tiera lowered her head and glanced at his broomstick. It was old and worn, with some branches sticking out here and there. The same was true for others. Freshmen were not allowed to bring their own brooms, otherwise Tiera would be sure that Malfoy will definitely bring his broom that is said to be Nimbus Two Thousand, and then show it off in front of Tiera and Harry.
"Stretch out your right hand and place it on the broom handle," Mrs. Hooch shouted from the front, "and then say: Get up!"
"Get up!" everyone shouted.
Harry's broom immediately jumped into his hand, but only a few brooms were so obedient.
Tiera's broom jumped on the ground, but did not jump to his hand.
Hermione's broom simply rolled on the ground.
And Neville's broom didn't move at all.
Then Mrs. Hooch showed them how to ride on a broom without falling off their heads. She walked around the group correcting their hand grips.
To Tiera's expectation, riding on the broom was not painful, but instead seemed to have a soft force supporting his butt. This made Tiera less disgusted with riding a broom.
After all, when Quidditch was mentioned on a certain website in my previous life, the most discussed topic was whether broomsticks would cause diarrhea.
"Okay, as soon as I whistle, you push your legs off the ground and push hard." Mrs. Hodge said, "Hold the broom steadily, rise a few feet, then lean forward slightly and fall vertically back to the ground. Listen to my whistle, three, two..."
However, Neville was too nervous and was afraid of being left on the ground, so before the whistle touched Mrs. Hooch's lips, he kicked hard and flew up.
"Come back, come back!" shouted Mrs. Hooch, but Neville rose straight up like a cork from a bottle, twelve feet, twenty feet.
"Ah - ah -" Neville, with a pale face, slipped off the broom.
He fell to the grass with a "bang——" and huddled up.
Fortunately, the soil on the grass had just been turned over and was very soft. Although Neville was injured and curled up on the ground moaning, he was still alive.
Mrs. Hooch bent down and picked up Neville, her face as pale as Neville's.
"The wrist is broken." Harry heard her whisper, "Okay, the kids...it's okay. Let's go to the hospital together."
She turned to the rest of the class and said, "I'm sending this kid to the hospital. No one of you is allowed to move! Put the broomstick back where it belongs. Otherwise, you'll be kicked out of Hog before you can even say a word of Quidditch." Watts’ gate!”
"Let's go, poor thing." The last sentence was addressed to Neville.
Then Mrs. Hoch disappeared from the castle gate with Neville in her arms.
As soon as they were out of hearing, Malfoy burst into laughter.
"Have you seen how miserable he is, that stupid big guy?" Other Slytherin students also echoed.
"Shut up, Malfoy," Parvati Patil snapped.
"Huh? Are you protecting Longbottom?" said Pansy Parkinson, an ugly-looking Slytherin girl. "I didn't expect you to like a chubby little tearbag, Patil."
"Look!" Malfoy said, rushing over to grab something on the grass. "That idiot Longbottom's grandmother gave it to him."
He held up the memory ball, which sparkled in the sunlight.
However, Tiera had already walked up with a broom at this time.
The broom is longer and thinner than the book.
But how could Malfoy, who had already suffered a loss once, fall for the same trick again? Before Tiera's broom could reach him, he got on the broom and flew up, causing the little wizard below to exclaim.
It seems that apart from the helicopter part, at least Malfoy can really ride a broom.
"Come and catch me, you nerdy Muggle!" Malfoy shouted in mid-air, staring at Tiera fiercely.
"Bring back Malfoy!" Harry shouted at him.
Malfoy smiled evilly, tossing Neville's memory ball in his hand.
"Come and get it if you want it." Then after seeing Tiera take out her wand, Malfoy flew higher.
Harry grabbed the broom.
"No!" Hermione shouted, "Mrs. Hooch told us not to move, you would cause trouble for all of us."
Harry ignored her. He got on the broomstick and kicked the ground hard, so he rose up, the air blew through his hair, and his robes fluttered behind him, and he soon reached the same height as Malfoy.
James' genetic strength is clearly evident.
This surprised Malfoy.
"Bring it here," Harry shouted, "or I'll knock you off your broom."
"Oh, really?" said Malfoy. He wanted to scoff, but it felt like a toad was stuck in his throat.
Harry seemed to be born knowing what to do. He leaned forward, gripped the broom tightly with both hands, and fired the broom like a javelin toward Malfoy. Malfoy barely dodged.
Harry spun around again, grabbing the broom firmly. Several people below were applauding.
He once again enjoyed the feeling of being in the spotlight.
Only this time, he did it completely and with his own strength.
Harry glanced down at Tiera.
Tiera still had that faint smile on her face, blending in with the crowd and gently applauding Harry with her palms.
For some reason, Harry suddenly felt a little disappointed.
He would rather see an expression of surprise or surprise on Tiera's face.
Instead of the ever-smiling expression.
