"A group of drunks and rice bags!"
Under the angry gaze of more than twenty Gryffindors, Lester left slowly, but no one dared to make a move.
After Lester left, Ron complained that his nose was not his nose and his eyes were not his eyes: "What were you afraid of just now?"
"Are we afraid?" Seamus was not happy, and responded unceremoniously: "Didn't you say you want us to warn Lester? What were you doing just now?"
The others were also whispering, pointing at Ron and Harry, their words full of disdain.
They weren't Harry, and they weren't going to get used to Ron's problems at all.
Ron's face was livid with anger, and he turned his head and ran away. Harry hesitated for a moment, but also chased after him.
While running, Harry couldn't help complaining: "Ron is really reckless. He has offended Lester now, and he has to take broomstick lessons in the afternoon. He will definitely be targeted by Lester and the others."
Although Harry complained about Ron's behavior, Harry resolutely chased after him.
. . . . . . . . .
In the afternoon, the breeze blew across the treetops, and the leaves swayed slightly.
Near the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts, a group of excited young wizards gathered.
Malfoy danced in the crowd and talked about his flying experience.
"I was only 8 years old, and I flew into the sky on my dad's broomstick, and I even almost hit a Muggle helicopter at the end."
As soon as this remark came out, there was a burst of exclamation in the Slytherin.
The people of Gryffindor were not to be outdone, and Ron talked eloquently, saying that he was riding his brother Charlie's broken broom and almost crashed into a hang glider.
It's a pity that Ron has lost his popularity, and most people are noncommittal about it.
In front of each student, there was a broom neatly placed. It was either shedding hair or had barbs on the handle. It was obviously a piece of junk with an unknown number of hands.
The flying instructor was Ms. Hooch, who had short gray hair and yellow eyes like a hawk's.
"Sorry, students, I'm a bit late!" Mrs. Hooch complained very tiredly: "Now a group of highly skilled snitches suddenly appeared in the magic world, and the people in the Ministry of Magic are going crazy."
A hint of imperceptible embarrassment flashed across Lester's face.
Snitch? I vaguely remember that Hafiz seemed to tell me that the Azkaban Academy of Magic and Magic offered the outrageous subject of snitch class.
"I don't know how the Academy of Azkaban is doing. You can ask for leave and go back and have a look at Christmas."
Lester touched his waist, remembering the glorious years when he first came to the magic world.
At that time, he was still a good boy who was pure and kind, but unfortunately, he was still spoiled by those damned prisoners.
"Okay, I may have said too much." Mrs. Hooch stopped the topic and said, "Now everyone stands in front of a broomstick and puts their hands on it"
"Say, get up!"
Everyone said in unison: "Get up!"
Lester did as he put his hand on the broom and said softly, "Get up!"
Although it was the first time he came into contact with a broomstick, the broomstick jumped into Lester's hands with great dignity.
Holding the broomstick in his hand, Lester had a wonderful feeling in his heart that he could fly on it!
Similarly, Harry, who has outstanding talent, also grabbed the broom at once.
Ms. Hooch then corrected everyone on their broomsticks, and in passing criticized Malfoy for his incorrect grip.
Malfoy muttered a few words, but was forced to change his grip.
"Hold on to your broomsticks now, boys, I'll whistle and you'll fly," Ms. Hooch said. "Shoot your feet off the ground, and push hard!"
"Listen to my whistle, three, two,."
Before he finished speaking, the nervous Neville flew out ahead of time for fear of being left on the ground.
"Come back, child" Ms. Huo Qi shouted anxiously: "Relax, fly in parallel direction, don't fly upwards"
It's a pity that Neville, who was already in the sky, couldn't hear Ms. Hooch's cry at all. He felt like a panicked ostrich, buried his head in the broom, and trembled with fear.
"Damn it, is Neville really a waste?" Lester had already prepared in his heart, but he still couldn't help but curse secretly.
Riding an old broomstick, Lester kicked his feet like a sharp arrow and rushed towards Neville.
No way, in order to split Dumbledore's power, I can't just watch Neville lose all face.
"What are you going to do? Come back quickly!" Ms. Huo Qi was anxious like ants on a hot pot, circling on the ground again and again.
Although it was his first flight, Lester still couldn't help but want to complain when he looked at Mrs. Hooch who was still standing on the ground and yelling.
The high-altitude air brushed against Lester's cheeks, his flowing black hair was swaying in the wind, and the gorgeous black robe was whistling behind him.
He heard the shouts of the young wizards on the ground, Malfoy telling him to come down quickly, and Mrs. Hooch's angry growls.
Lester didn't care, he was just a flying professor, he took a deep breath, Lester was too high on the broom, soaring into the sky.
With 100 points of magic power, and the blessing of the Dark Lord's staff and Doran's Ring, Lester is not panicking at all.
Even if he fell from a height of one thousand meters, he could use the Levitation Charm to land himself safely.
Riding the broom under his crotch, Lester felt that he was omnipotent now, flying recklessly in the air.
Of course, he didn't forget the business, which was to save poor Neville.
At this moment, Neville's broomstick had reached its limit, and the branches of the broom were trembling wildly.
Neville was lying on the broom, looking at the distant ground, whimpering in despair, his rosy round face turned pale with fright.
The next moment, the broken broom under Neville's crotch finally reached its limit and successfully disintegrated above the sky.
"Ahhh!!!"
Neville was like a helpless toad, flailing its teeth and claws and falling wildly downward.
"Neville is going to fall!"
"What's going on, why doesn't Lester in Slytherin go to save Neville?"
"Mrs. Hooch, hurry up and think of a way. Neville Longbottom is the only child of their family."
Ron said anxiously to Mrs. Hooch.
"The only child of the Longbottom family?!" Madam Hooch's complexion changed, and she turned pale with fright when she saw Neville falling so fast.
Damn it, the only child of the Longbottom family, why didn't you fucking say it earlier! ! !
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