Wayne didn’t cause any trouble and flew up according to the steps Professor Hooch had taught him.
He valued his life, and all the school’s flying brooms were forty or fifty years old, who knew if they would fall apart.
It was safer to fly low, if anything happened he could react in time.
It was different from what he imagined, riding on it didn’t feel like the wind blowing on his butt and making it hurt, but rather a soft, invisible cushion.
It wasn’t as uncomfortable as it looked.
Because of their age, these brooms weren’t very fast, but flying in the sky, turning freely according to his will, felt pretty good.
Wayne flew for a while without any problems, Professor Hooch relaxed and began guiding the next student.
Gradually, more young wizards appeared in the sky, most of them didn’t fly very high, just leaving the ground.
They weren’t as awesome as they had bragged.
Wayne’s two roommates had never touched a flying broom before, they were two real noobs, they held the broom between their legs and ran back and forth on the ground, pretending they were flying.
Lisa Turpin from Ravenclaw accidentally slipped off her broom, and a few of her already scarce tail feathers fell out.
Wayne became more and more skilled, and gradually his altitude got higher and higher.
From above, he saw a girl smiling at him.
Wayne lowered his altitude and came in front of her.
“Cho, what are you doing here?”
The girl was Cho Chang from Ravenclaw, next to her was another girl, curiously looking at Cho, then at Wayne, with an ambiguous look on her face.
“I don’t have class in the afternoon, so I came for a walk with Marietta.” The girl smiled generously, revealing two cute dimples.
“This is your first flying lesson, right? You seem to have a talent for it, maybe you can join the Quidditch team later.”
“Oh right, I forgot to introduce you.”
She reached out to the girl next to her: “This is Marietta Edgecombe, my good friend.”
Wayne nodded: “Hello, I’m Wayne Lawrence, a first-year Hufflepuff.”
He remembered this name, in the original book, it was Marietta who betrayed Harry and Dumbledore’s Army, informing Umbridge and leading to Dumbledore being expelled later.
From Harry’s and God’s perspective, Marietta’s actions were definitely not righteous, she became a complete traitor.
But if you put yourself in her shoes, what would you do?
Her parents both worked in the Ministry of Magic, Umbridge used this as blackmail, how could an underage girl bear this?
It could only be said that from different perspectives, the attitude towards things is different.
Wayne didn’t have any ill feelings towards her.
“I know you, the little genius of first year.” Marietta said with a smile: “Professor Flitwick said that the Sorting Hat must have gone wrong, such a clever little wizard should be in Ravenclaw.”
Wayne was speechless: “According to Professor Flitwick, then Percy Weasley, Cedric, even Granger should all go to Ravenclaw, then other professors will surely find trouble with him.”
The three of them laughed.
Then he looked at Cho: “The Quidditch selection should have started, how is it going? Did you make it?”
Speaking of Quidditch, Cho immediately became much more excited.
“I did! I was chosen as Ravenclaw’s Seeker, and I’m the starting player!”
“Congratulations then, next time you meet Hufflepuff, go easy on us.”
Cho smiled gently: “No way, I’m going to catch the Golden Snitch.”
The two of them chatted for a few more words, because they were still in class, Wayne couldn’t just slack off like this and leave.
“Stop looking, he’s gone.” Cho’s eyes were still on the boy’s back, Marietta teased: “Okay, the coolest guy in first year, you hooked him up so fast, tell me, how did you two meet.”
Cho glared at her friend, how could she talk like that.
But in her mind, she flashed back to the first time they met, when Wayne did magic without a wand.
“Wayne, who is that? So pretty.” Toby and Norman put down their brooms and came closer.
Many girls nearby were eavesdropping.
“What’s it to you, go train, don’t think you’re two chickens.”
The two of them slumped their heads.
They seemed to have no flying talent at all, even their brooms were picked up by themselves.
Professor Hooch tried a few times, but just shook her head and told them to go play by themselves.
Wayne ignored these two live-wire roommates and continued to ride his broom and enjoy the wind.
...
“What? Malfoy wants to duel you?”
In the Gryffindor common room, Ron looked at Harry in astonishment.
“Keep your voice down.” Harry quickly looked around, seeing that no one was paying attention to them, he breathed a sigh of relief.
“What does a wizard duel look like?” Harry asked nervously, “He also asked me to bring a second, what’s that all about?”
“Second, huh.” Ron stuffed a Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Bean into his mouth, his face wrinkled.
Damn it, it’s carrot flavor.
“If you or Malfoy fall, the second has to take over, until one side is completely incapacitated.”
“I guess Malfoy’s second will either be Crabbe or Goyle.”
Harry was getting a little scared, he quickly asked: “Ron, will you be my second?”
“Of course, I’ve been wanting to teach Malfoy a lesson for a long time.” Ron also got excited.
“Neither of us know many spells, we can only make each other bleed a little, we’ll have to rely on fists in the end.”
“So that’s it...”
The two of them discussed their strategy, Ron had more strength than Harry, so Harry would be responsible for holding Malfoy down while Ron would beat him up.
Crabbe and Goyle wouldn’t be a problem for now, this was a technique Harry learned from Dudley, when fighting, you hold one down and beat him to a pulp.
“When are you guys going to duel?” Ron finally asked.
“Next Friday, in the trophy room on the second floor.”
Both of them had to stay in detention for the next few days, so the time had to be delayed, but Harry thought it wasn’t bad, he could learn some magic during this week.
“That’s so cool, it’s at night.”
Ron excitedly rubbed his hands, he could not only beat up Malfoy, but also wander around the castle at night.
He had wanted to do this for a long time.
Neither of them noticed that Hermione, who was buried in her homework, had heard the whole conversation, she pursed her lips.