Chapter 46 Flight Lessons
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 46 Flight Lessons
Sure enough, the next battle between Gryffindor and Slytherin was in full swing. (Most of them are below the fifth grade, students who do not have the pressure of academic exams)
Although after the '1991 Food Showdown', the professors at Hogwarts continued to increase the amount of homework after class, frequently giving students closed punishments and severely punishing any students who violated school rules.
But this can't stop the 'undercurrent' surging under Hogwarts at all.
Although it was calm on the surface, there was a messy battle between Gryffindor and Slytherin in the dark all the time.
Every day from senior to junior, from wizard to witch, from class to get out of class, all kinds of tricks, tricks, magic, and even the forbidden trick of throwing dung eggs under one's own feet are frequently used.
A little bit of luck is just a dark loss, which is embarrassing.
If you're unlucky, you'll be caught by Filch or some professor and locked up.
Even after Percy was plotted against by Slytherin several times, (according to Fred told Ron that someone imitated his notes and sent an affectionate 'love letter' to Professor Snape), he was furious, looking for unruly students in the corridor not far from the Slytherin common room every night.
The prefects of the two parties were also dragged into the water.
The younger the grade, the more intense the war, and in the first grade—the two of Harry and Malfoy undoubtedly became the hardest hit areas.
Every night when going to bed, Harry and the others either became panda-eyed, or limped into the dormitory.
Originally, McGuffin was also targeted, but later he simply hid in the dormitory and concentrated on practicing transfiguration. He even got up early to eat, or simply skipped dinner, and ate it from the kitchen elves in the dormitory late at night.
The war here has become a morale war, a battle of positions, and the students of the two colleges, Gryffindor and Slytherin, hold their breath in their hearts and want to overwhelm each other.
Sneak attacks, intrigues, and grotesque taunts continue to happen every time Hogwarts Gryffindor and Slytherin meet.
Among the first-years, the frenzy didn't stop until one day, when they discovered that Gryffindor had posted a notice in the common room for flying lessons.
The war between the first-years of the two colleges was finally at the moment of a truce, and both sides wanted to overwhelm the other by showing off in the flight class.
All of a sudden, every first year from a wizarding family was talking about flying and Quidditch.
Malfoy has also finally shaken off the shadow of the 'three perverts' rumors in ballet skirts and started boasting about his flying skills and his adventures on broomsticks, and of course there will be one or two stupid Muggles and mudbloods asking for trouble behind each story.And these two Muggles looked like MacGuffin or Harry.
In this atmosphere, McGuffin is somewhat different.
Compared with the bragging of Ron and others in Quidditch; Harry's bewilderment; Hermione and Neville's nervousness; he doesn't take it seriously, even a little disdainful.
McGuffin couldn't understand why these people were crazy about flying on a broom with no safety guards.
Facing the cold wind, blowing cold rain, maybe there will be two snots hanging on the face, riding a broom-what's wrong with it?
It is said that cushions were also installed on broomsticks in the [-]th century.
(Can you imagine Harry playing Quidditch on a cushion? - MacGuffin rants.)
It was even worse earlier, relying on the muscles of the thighs of people to hold the broomstick to keep themselves from falling. (This is sour.)
This situation was not so bad until a man named Elio Smes invented the cushion charm in 1820.
If he had to choose, it would be more comfortable than a magic carpet (you can lie down and enjoy delicious food and wine), or standing on a flying sword would be more handsome!
Broomsticks—what a disgrace!
McGuffin vomited frantically in his head, while enduring Hermione Granger's non-stop recitation of some flying instructions he had read in the book "The Origin of Quidditch".
He really doesn't know how to fly on a broomstick, find balls, throw balls, play balls, etc.?
How can it be fun to cast a spell?
How can it be cool to deform and create something?
How can it be cool to make your own wife active again?
Finally, Hermione's speech was interrupted by the arrival of swarms of owl postmen. McGuffin and everyone else gave a sigh of relief, only Neville was very nervous.
One of the owls brought Neville a small package, a fist-sized glass ball that seemed to be filled with white smoke.
This is a memory ball, Neville explained to everyone.
"Hold it tightly, if it turns red, you forgot something?" Neville's face stretched suddenly, because the white mist around the sphere in his hand was glowing red.
When Neville was trying to remember what he had forgotten, Malfoy snatched the memory ball in his hand, followed by the big men from the Slytherin Quidditch team, especially Foutling, who was like a troll, looked at them with an unkind face.
Harry and Ron jumped up, "Malfoy put it down!?"
The Gryffindors in front of the two, including McGuffin, stood up immediately, and the Slytherins over there also gathered here, seeing that the second restaurant war was about to start for some reason that everyone needed.
McGuffin secretly took out his wand, looked around, and remembered——
"What's going on?" Sure enough, Professor McGonagall rushed over when he saw this situation.
"Malfoy snatched Neville's Remembrall."
Malfoy threw the memory ball back on the table, and put down his harsh words with a gloomy face, "Let's wait and see for the flying class."
Under the reprimand of Professor McGonagall, the two parties walked away in a friendly manner.
……
3: 30PM
The venue for the flying lesson is on a flat lawn near the edge of the forest, walking out from the square courtyard.
- Sunny and breezy.
The fragrance of the grass and the warmth of the sun are refreshing.
MacGuffin was lying on the slope of the grass, and the grass floated slightly under the gusts of breeze, making green waves.The leaves of the forest not far away rubbed against each other, and the wind made a rustling sound.
The two parties of Slytherin and Gryffindor are opposite each other like bad boys in Japanese TV dramas, staring at each other like cross-eyed.
Not far from them, the broomsticks were neatly arranged in two rows.
"McGuffin! Mrs. Hooch is here!" Neville stood aside and reminded the MacGuffin nervously with his eyes closed.
He opened his eyes and saw that the round-faced boy nervously looked at the opposite sides on the lawn at the bottom, for fear of being discovered by the teacher.
This reminded him of his 'green' time in his previous life.
Why!Now I'm also the root of 'salty fried dough sticks'.
McGuffin remembered that the next unlucky boy would be too nervous to lift off early, causing him to fall and break his arm.
Forget it, do this little guy a favor?
McGuffin thought for a while, and said to him: "Be careful later, don't go into the sky too quickly."
"Ok?"
Neville
o((⊙﹏⊙))o.
"Don't push up, or you'll break your arm if you fall from the sky..."
It seemed that he had a confused expression on his face, and McGuffin said directly, "Just stay by my side for a while. I'll help you!" He made up his mind to help this poor little guy.
Neville rubbed his head to answer vaguely, then remembered what he was going to say just now, and stammered hurriedly greeted McGuffin, "Hurry up, Mrs. Hooch is here!"
(End of this chapter)
Sure enough, the next battle between Gryffindor and Slytherin was in full swing. (Most of them are below the fifth grade, students who do not have the pressure of academic exams)
Although after the '1991 Food Showdown', the professors at Hogwarts continued to increase the amount of homework after class, frequently giving students closed punishments and severely punishing any students who violated school rules.
But this can't stop the 'undercurrent' surging under Hogwarts at all.
Although it was calm on the surface, there was a messy battle between Gryffindor and Slytherin in the dark all the time.
Every day from senior to junior, from wizard to witch, from class to get out of class, all kinds of tricks, tricks, magic, and even the forbidden trick of throwing dung eggs under one's own feet are frequently used.
A little bit of luck is just a dark loss, which is embarrassing.
If you're unlucky, you'll be caught by Filch or some professor and locked up.
Even after Percy was plotted against by Slytherin several times, (according to Fred told Ron that someone imitated his notes and sent an affectionate 'love letter' to Professor Snape), he was furious, looking for unruly students in the corridor not far from the Slytherin common room every night.
The prefects of the two parties were also dragged into the water.
The younger the grade, the more intense the war, and in the first grade—the two of Harry and Malfoy undoubtedly became the hardest hit areas.
Every night when going to bed, Harry and the others either became panda-eyed, or limped into the dormitory.
Originally, McGuffin was also targeted, but later he simply hid in the dormitory and concentrated on practicing transfiguration. He even got up early to eat, or simply skipped dinner, and ate it from the kitchen elves in the dormitory late at night.
The war here has become a morale war, a battle of positions, and the students of the two colleges, Gryffindor and Slytherin, hold their breath in their hearts and want to overwhelm each other.
Sneak attacks, intrigues, and grotesque taunts continue to happen every time Hogwarts Gryffindor and Slytherin meet.
Among the first-years, the frenzy didn't stop until one day, when they discovered that Gryffindor had posted a notice in the common room for flying lessons.
The war between the first-years of the two colleges was finally at the moment of a truce, and both sides wanted to overwhelm the other by showing off in the flight class.
All of a sudden, every first year from a wizarding family was talking about flying and Quidditch.
Malfoy has also finally shaken off the shadow of the 'three perverts' rumors in ballet skirts and started boasting about his flying skills and his adventures on broomsticks, and of course there will be one or two stupid Muggles and mudbloods asking for trouble behind each story.And these two Muggles looked like MacGuffin or Harry.
In this atmosphere, McGuffin is somewhat different.
Compared with the bragging of Ron and others in Quidditch; Harry's bewilderment; Hermione and Neville's nervousness; he doesn't take it seriously, even a little disdainful.
McGuffin couldn't understand why these people were crazy about flying on a broom with no safety guards.
Facing the cold wind, blowing cold rain, maybe there will be two snots hanging on the face, riding a broom-what's wrong with it?
It is said that cushions were also installed on broomsticks in the [-]th century.
(Can you imagine Harry playing Quidditch on a cushion? - MacGuffin rants.)
It was even worse earlier, relying on the muscles of the thighs of people to hold the broomstick to keep themselves from falling. (This is sour.)
This situation was not so bad until a man named Elio Smes invented the cushion charm in 1820.
If he had to choose, it would be more comfortable than a magic carpet (you can lie down and enjoy delicious food and wine), or standing on a flying sword would be more handsome!
Broomsticks—what a disgrace!
McGuffin vomited frantically in his head, while enduring Hermione Granger's non-stop recitation of some flying instructions he had read in the book "The Origin of Quidditch".
He really doesn't know how to fly on a broomstick, find balls, throw balls, play balls, etc.?
How can it be fun to cast a spell?
How can it be cool to deform and create something?
How can it be cool to make your own wife active again?
Finally, Hermione's speech was interrupted by the arrival of swarms of owl postmen. McGuffin and everyone else gave a sigh of relief, only Neville was very nervous.
One of the owls brought Neville a small package, a fist-sized glass ball that seemed to be filled with white smoke.
This is a memory ball, Neville explained to everyone.
"Hold it tightly, if it turns red, you forgot something?" Neville's face stretched suddenly, because the white mist around the sphere in his hand was glowing red.
When Neville was trying to remember what he had forgotten, Malfoy snatched the memory ball in his hand, followed by the big men from the Slytherin Quidditch team, especially Foutling, who was like a troll, looked at them with an unkind face.
Harry and Ron jumped up, "Malfoy put it down!?"
The Gryffindors in front of the two, including McGuffin, stood up immediately, and the Slytherins over there also gathered here, seeing that the second restaurant war was about to start for some reason that everyone needed.
McGuffin secretly took out his wand, looked around, and remembered——
"What's going on?" Sure enough, Professor McGonagall rushed over when he saw this situation.
"Malfoy snatched Neville's Remembrall."
Malfoy threw the memory ball back on the table, and put down his harsh words with a gloomy face, "Let's wait and see for the flying class."
Under the reprimand of Professor McGonagall, the two parties walked away in a friendly manner.
……
3: 30PM
The venue for the flying lesson is on a flat lawn near the edge of the forest, walking out from the square courtyard.
- Sunny and breezy.
The fragrance of the grass and the warmth of the sun are refreshing.
MacGuffin was lying on the slope of the grass, and the grass floated slightly under the gusts of breeze, making green waves.The leaves of the forest not far away rubbed against each other, and the wind made a rustling sound.
The two parties of Slytherin and Gryffindor are opposite each other like bad boys in Japanese TV dramas, staring at each other like cross-eyed.
Not far from them, the broomsticks were neatly arranged in two rows.
"McGuffin! Mrs. Hooch is here!" Neville stood aside and reminded the MacGuffin nervously with his eyes closed.
He opened his eyes and saw that the round-faced boy nervously looked at the opposite sides on the lawn at the bottom, for fear of being discovered by the teacher.
This reminded him of his 'green' time in his previous life.
Why!Now I'm also the root of 'salty fried dough sticks'.
McGuffin remembered that the next unlucky boy would be too nervous to lift off early, causing him to fall and break his arm.
Forget it, do this little guy a favor?
McGuffin thought for a while, and said to him: "Be careful later, don't go into the sky too quickly."
"Ok?"
Neville
o((⊙﹏⊙))o.
"Don't push up, or you'll break your arm if you fall from the sky..."
It seemed that he had a confused expression on his face, and McGuffin said directly, "Just stay by my side for a while. I'll help you!" He made up his mind to help this poor little guy.
Neville rubbed his head to answer vaguely, then remembered what he was going to say just now, and stammered hurriedly greeted McGuffin, "Hurry up, Mrs. Hooch is here!"
(End of this chapter)
