It was a new week, and Hogwarts was noticeably livelier compared to the first week.
Because right after class on Monday, a notice was posted on the notice board in the Great Hall, announcing the Quidditch player selection and the first-year flying lessons would begin this week.
Regarding flying, all humans instinctively have a longing for the sky.
Ordinary people conquer the sky with airplanes, while wizards rely on flying brooms.
Oh, and flying carpets.
However, this thing has been banned from sale in Europe, and in fact, not many wizards are interested in flying carpets.
Flying carpets are too floaty, and because they are made of fur, they are particularly difficult to care for and become very dirty after a period of use.
Plus, those Middle Easterners cut corners and often had safety issues, so almost no one likes flying carpets.
In short, Quidditch immediately became Hogwarts' number one trending topic.
Wherever you went, you could hear young wizards discussing flying brooms and Quidditch.
"I once rode a broom around a Muggle's helicopter and made a lot of money, you know, that thing with the rotating head."
"The Muggles were all scared at the time, they almost fell out of it."
Malfoy's story had been told several times, each time slightly different, but it always ended with him escaping danger with his superb flying skills.
Other young wizards were not to be outdone, they all used the terminology of Quidditch movements, sounding very knowledgeable.
Those who didn't know better would think they could actually do it.
Even the teachers got into the act. Professor McGonagall had the young wizards turn their pencils into Bludgers in class.
Except for Wayne, no one succeeded. Hermione turned her pencil into a piece of leather, which made the little witch so angry that she snapped her pencil in half after class, but thinking she needed it for the next lesson, she could only fix it with a Repairing Charm.
In Charms class, Professor Flitwick introduced a new spell, the Accelerating Charm.
"Actually, all flying brooms are engraved with fixed Accelerating Charms, the higher the level of the spell, the better the conductivity, and the faster the broom's acceleration."
"As of now, Nimbus company has iterated the basic acceleration an unknown number of times, it is the highest confidential information of their company."
"If anyone can develop a more advanced Accelerating Charm, then maybe you can start a flying broom company yourself."
The words pumped up the young wizards, who waved their wands and yelled, but the snails on the table didn't react in the slightest.
"What have you been up to lately?"
Taking advantage of Professor Flitwick's time to instruct Neville, Hermione secretly poked Wayne in the waist.
These past few days, except for classes, Hermione hadn't seen Wayne, even at lunch, he wasn't on the Hufflepuff table.
The boy yawned, "Getting ready to do business, almost finished."
Hermione looked at him vigilantly, "Doing business? What kind of tricks are you up to again?"
"You'll know when the time comes." Wayne said, casually casting an Accelerating Charm, his snail immediately turned on its turbo engine, overtaking Hermione's snail and reaching the finish line first.
"Want to earn some pocket money?" Wayne raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Of course, I have many books I want to buy." Hermione said helplessly.
"Then help me out in a couple of days, I'll give you 30% of what I earn."
Hermione looked at him suspiciously, "It's not some bad thing that breaks the school rules, is it?"
"Secret, but it doesn't break the school rules."
"Humph, if you won't say, then you won't say." The little witch huffed, and she didn't pay any attention to Wayne for the rest of the class.
But after class, when they left the classroom, Hermione hesitated for a moment and then said,
"Malfoy has been talking bad about you lately."
Wayne was stunned, he waved his hand, "I'm busy, no time to bother with him, you don't have to pay any attention either, let Harry and him bite each other."
"What bite?" Harry also came out of the classroom, he was slightly stunned when he heard his name.
"I told you to bite Malfoy."
"Don't disgust me." Harry showed a look of disgust, "But if I could punch him, I would be very happy."
...
Wayne had known about Malfoy talking behind his back.
Hufflepuff was never short of wizards, they were everywhere, Malfoy didn't speak behind his back either, so naturally, some little badgers heard it and then told Wayne.
After learning the ins and outs of the situation, Wayne just laughed it off.
It's a sign of mediocrity to not be envied. Wayne was more impressive than Hermione, in just a week, he had already become a genius that all the first-year students knew.
Malfoy and his group of pure-bloods naturally couldn't stand it.
They didn't say anything, they just said that Wayne was relying on cramming and previewing to please the professors.
But when it came to Quidditch, a sport they pure-bloods had been exposed to since childhood, Wayne would reveal his true colors.
Just a child's jealousy.
If Wayne had to get angry over something so small, would he even be able to do anything else?
Thursday came in a blink of an eye.
Wayne had no class in the afternoon, he hid in his room making props that he was about to sell, suddenly Toby and Norman barged in, looking like they had juicy gossip.
"Something big happened!"
Wayne cooperated by feigning a listening posture, but he didn't stop working.
"Longbottom broke his wrist."
"Potter and Malfoy had a conflict in flying class, they rode brooms and chased each other in the sky, like glue!"
Is this the right place to use this word?
Wayne twitched his lips and felt sorry for Toby's English level.
Toby continued unabated, "You don't know, Potter is such a good flyer, he toyed with Malfoy, unfortunately, Professor McGonagall saw it, he's going to be in big trouble."
"Maybe not." Wayne casually said, "Maybe the professor saw how well he flew and specially approved Harry to join the Quidditch team, their Seeker graduated last year, didn't they?"
"We're first-year students." Norman reminded him, "First-year students can't join the Quidditch team."
"Actually they can." Wayne put away the parchment and looked at the two of them, "In 1853, Cormac McLaggen joined the school team in his first year."
"Okay, I can't argue with you." Norman was a bit dejected, "Now I'm most worried that tomorrow I will fall on the ground like Longbottom, breaking my wrist is a minor matter, but if I break my neck, I'm done."
"Don't worry." Wayne comforted him and patted his shoulder, "If you really break it, we'll go see you at the infirmary."
Toby looked up in surprise, "If his neck is broken, shouldn't we have a feast?"
Norman: "..."
Can't you just wish me well?
Just as the two were about to sit down and read some more about Quidditch, there was another excited shout from outside the door:
"Come on, come on! Potter and Malfoy are fighting in the Great Hall!"