Chapter 12: Flight lesson

　　 Chapter 12 Flight Lesson
　　 Then with a "bang", he fell heavily to the ground and shrank into a ball. His broom continued to climb until it disappeared in the direction of the Forbidden Forest.
　　 Madam Hooch hurriedly rushed towards Neville, her face turned pale too, she kept accusing herself that she should recover in advance to release a Levitating Charm instead of watching Neville fall to the ground.
　　 "The wrist is broken." Harry heard Madam Hooch let out a sigh of relief, "Neville is all right, it's safe, you get up."
She turned around and said to the other students, "I'm going to send Neville to the infirmary. Before I come back, you should obey and don't move anyone! If anyone makes trouble on purpose, I will drive him out of Hogwarts." Then she turned her head and comforted Neville easily, "Let's go, poor child."
　　 Nawei's face was full of tears, covering his wrists, limping and being helped away by Madam Hooch.
　　 As soon as Mrs. Hooch walked away, Malfoy let out a disgusting laugh.
　　 "That idiot Neville almost fell to death." The people around Malfoy also echoed.
　　 "Shut up, how can you treat your classmates like this." Malfoy's words made Parvati Petir very upset.
　　 "Look!" Malfoy rushed over again and grabbed a glass ball on the grass. "That idiot Neville, forgot what his grandma gave him."
　　 "You are too much, Malfoy." Harry suppressed his anger and whispered.
　　 Malfoy smiled ugly. "Be good again? Potter?"
In class, Malfoy was criticized by Mrs. Hooch for the wrong grip, but the Harry and Hermione that "mudblood" were praised. Malfoy was going crazy. He believed that Harry's eyes were provocative. He is like watching a clown.
　　 In the morning, these two idiots were still worried about the flight lesson. He was ready to show off in the flight lesson and hit Hermione and Harry, who only knew how to study hard. Unexpectedly, in the end, he even lost in his best project. It was all the tattered broomsticks at the school.
　　 When Mrs. Hooch left, he immediately found a way to vent his breath.
　　 "Come here!" Harry yelled, but Malfoy wouldn't stop, called a magic broom, and flew. He is not bragging, his flying is indeed great.
　　 Malfoy hung in the air and shouted at Harry at his feet, "Come on, Potter!"
　　 Harry called his magic broomstick.
　　 "No!" Hermione Granger shouted, "You will be hurt, and Mrs. Hooch told us not to move!"
　　 Harry ignored her. The anger has rushed to his head. He had already mounted the broom and chased it up. The wind blew through his hair and poured into his robe. But it gave him a burst of ecstasy, so easy, so comfortable.
　　 "The broom is like an extension of the body, it can feel your emotions." He easily controlled the broom under his feet, just like controlling his body. He also heard other people's screams and gasps coming from the ground, and Ron cheering for him.
　　 He turned his broomstick to Malfoy, and then threatened, "Bring Neville's memory ball." Harry shouted, "Otherwise you're going to bloom."
　　 "Who do you think you are?" Malfoy said. He wanted to laugh, but his nervousness made his face freeze.
　　 Harry controls the broom just like he controls his own body. In a short time, he is already flexible. He leaned forward, leaned on the magic broom, and hit Malfoy like a sharp arrow.
　　 Malfoy managed to control the broom to escape. Harry turned the broom and pointed it at him again, and the classmate who hated Malfoy had already started to applaud.
　　 "Baby Malfoy, there is no warm embrace between Crabbe and Gore." Harry called. It caused a scream below.
　　 Watching Harry continue charging like a bison, Malfoy also began to be afraid.
　　 "Go to hell, Potter!" Malfoy yelled, throwing the memory ball into the air, and then quickly fled back to the ground, back between Crabbe and Gore.
　　 Harry saw the memory ball fly up in slow motion, and then fell like a fast motion. He bent down and pressed down the magic broom. Accelerating downward and diving, chasing the memory ball, the whistling wind in his ears, the screams of everyone.
　　 "De Marcia" With a roar, Harry caught the memory ball when he was about to get close to the ground. Then he straightened the broomstick in time, and then gently fell back on the lawn.
　　 "Harry Potter!" An angry voice sounded.
　　 His heart was beating violently, faster than when he dived. Professor McGonagall is running towards him. Harry hurriedly got up from the ground.
"How dare you?" Professor McGonagall roared angrily, "Never has happened before! I have been in Watts for so many years, and you will break your neck." Professor McGonagall's voice was also a little trembling. The angry light can be seen in the eyes.
　　 Two students almost lost their lives in one class. One of them was the savior Harry Potter. Professor McGonagall would rather fight the Death Eaters than have such excitement. UU reading www.uukanshu. com "You will have to take flight lessons indoors from now on."
　　 "Take a flight lesson indoors." Hearing this, George couldn't help but shook his head and continued to ask. "What about after this?"
　　 It was time for dinner. Harry first told George what happened in the flight class, and then he was taken off the field by Professor McGonagall. Ron and Hermione also put down their forks at this time, waiting for Harry to talk about what's next.
　　 "I was terrified, I thought I was going to be fired. I still remember the gloating expressions of Malfoy, Crabbe, and Gore." Harry paused and said with lingering fear.
"I was dizzy all the way, and I followed Professor McGonagall around the academy. I made up my mind. After meeting Dumbledore, I must beg him to let me stay in the school, even if it’s for Hai It's okay to be an assistant.
　　 Fortunately, I am much stronger now than before, and I can barely handle Hagrid's bulky pocket. But when Ron and Hermione became wizards, they might not treat me as friends. "Harry recalled the plot, almost crying.
　　 "Hi, it's okay, poor Harry." Hermione patted Harry on the shoulder, comforting poor Harry.
　　 "Fortunately, these bad things did not happen. Professor McGonagall took me to see Oliver Wood and asked me to be a Seeker for Quidditch matches." Harry calmed down and said again.
"It's amazing. The college has never allowed first-year students to participate in Quidditch competitions. You broke the record. You must be the youngest Quidditch college player in many years." Ron replied that he was a Quidditch competition. For his diehard, Quidditch’s rules are clear.
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