After Transfiguration class, Harry, as usual, chased after Professor McGonagall, asking questions.
He arrived at the flying lesson location just as the bell rang.
The lesson was held on the vast grassy field in front of the castle.
The weather was beautiful today. The sky was clear and bright, the green grass on the field rippled gently in the breeze, brushing against their ankles, making them feel incredibly comfortable.
All the students were present, standing in neat rows, each with a thick broom at their feet, although they looked rather old and worn.
At this moment, Madam Hooch, the flying teacher, arrived.
She had short gray hair.
Her yellow eyes were sharp like those of a hawk.
"Alright, children, hold out your right hands over the brooms," Madam Hooch said, standing in front of the rows, "and say 'Up!' loudly."
"Up!" everyone shouted in unison.
Harry's broom immediately jumped into his hand.
It was that easy?!
Harry felt like he might have a bit of flying talent after all.
He looked around, oh, it seemed he was the only one who had succeeded.
The broom beneath Ron's feet didn't move at all, and even Hermione's broom only rolled on the ground.
But this thing really wasn't that difficult.
As long as you tried ten or twenty times, the broom would give you some face and lift itself up.
Even Neville succeeded.
Seeing that everyone had gotten their brooms, Madam Hooch demonstrated how to ride a broom, and explained how to stay on it so you wouldn't slide off.
After the demonstration, Madam Hooch had everyone practice on their own, walking around the lines, correcting their posture.
"Now, pay attention to my whistle. When I whistle, you'll give a good push off the ground," Madam Hooch said,
"Hold tight to your broom, try to rise a few feet into the air, then glide forward slowly, and return to the ground. Alright, pay attention, listen to my whistle - three - two -"
But Neville was too nervous. Before Madam Hooch could whistle, he unconsciously pushed off the ground with his feet and flew up, "whoosh!"
"You, boy, get down here!" Madam Hooch yelled.
"Neville!" Hermione also screamed. After all, Neville was one of her few good friends.
And being only 11 years old, she was so scared that she forgot she was a witch and didn't know what to do.
Harry pulled out his wand, a glance, a Slowing Charm accurately cast on the broom beneath Neville. It was a magical object, could be enchanted, and was directly slowed by Harry.
But Neville had flown too fast before, and was already twenty feet in the air!
Neville's face turned pale with fright, his hands trembled, and he slid off the side of the broom!
"Wingardium Leviosa!" Harry cast the Floating Charm, causing Neville's rapidly descending body to slowly descend.
Bang! Neville fell face-down into a pile of grass!
But his broom continued to rise, swaying towards the Forbidden Forest, quickly disappearing from sight.
Madam Hooch bent down to check on Neville. Her face was as white as his.
Damn, this flying lesson was only a couple of classes per semester, but every time there would be an accident.
Madam Hooch felt exhausted.
"It's nothing serious, just a fright," Madam Hooch said thankfully.
"Good job, kid, ten points for Gryffindor," Madam Hooch turned to Harry.
Then she said to the group, "While I take this student to the infirmary, no one is allowed to try flying. Anyone who disobeys will be expelled. Understand? Come on, kid, let's go."
Neville was already crying his eyes out, and he shuffled away with Madam Hooch's help.
As soon as the two were out of sight, Malfoy burst into laughter, "Did you all see that guy's face? Ha ha, what a big idiot!"
The other Slytherins started laughing too.
"Shut up, Malfoy!" Parvati Patil couldn't stand it anymore.
"Ooh, ooh, here comes the defender of the little idiot?" Pansy Parkinson, from Slytherin, said.
"I can't believe it, Parvati, you actually like that crying little fatty."
"Look!" Malfoy suddenly rushed out of the line and picked something up from the grass.
"Isn't this the little idiot's granny's gift?"
The Remembrall glittered in his hand under the sunlight.
"That stupid fool's brain really needs something that old people use!" Malfoy held the Remembrall in his hand, raising his eyebrows at Harry.
"Potter, you want this, your stupid little sidekick's thing?"
"First of all, Neville isn't my sidekick, he's my classmate." Harry stared at him expressionlessly, his emerald eyes devoid of emotion.
"Secondly, I think... Malfoy, you better not touch anything that belongs to Neville."
Malfoy laughed maliciously.
He tossed the Remembrall in his hand, a smirk on his lips, and looked at Harry, saying, "Potter, are you going to use your Boy-Who-Lived fame to bully me? Gryffindors are all reckless, brainless lions, but we are Slytherins, with pure-blood wizarding ancestry, Potter." His Slytherin classmates were filled with pride, looking down their noses at everyone.
"Although I have no intention of playing childish games with you, it's immature, stupid, and a waste of my time."
Malfoy's face turned green when he heard Harry's words. They were all the same age, but Harry treated them like children, making him feel humiliated.
"But," Harry smiled slightly, "They call me the Lion King, you should know what happens when you provoke a lion's pride."
Harry didn't say anything more. A flash of yellow crossed his emerald eyes.
Expert-level Slowing Charm, group slowdown by 50%.
Then a flash of blue, Expert-level Attack Acceleration, group speedup by 50%.
"Be prepared to face the consequences!"
Harry pushed off the ground and rushed towards Malfoy.
Malfoy's face showed panic. He didn't expect Harry to dare to charge at him alone.
He wanted to run back, but felt his body unusually heavy, even turning around was slower than usual.
【What's going on?】Malfoy panicked.
This was not what he had expected.