Chapter 162 The Destined Conflict

Mrs. Hooch was in a panic on the ground, and the image of Grandma Neville killing the Death Eaters with the Killing Curse kept appearing in her mind.

28 Pure blood family, Dumbledore's confidants, descendants of battle heroes, the only heir of the Longbottom family.

The buffs on tm Neville's body will be fully stacked.

If something really happened to Neville in his class, then well, his job must be gone.

Not only that, but she also had to face the mad revenge of Grandma Neville.

With so many witnesses here, it was easy to know that after Neville's accident, he didn't take it seriously at all, and he didn't even bother to get on the broom.

After all, I thought Neville was a Muggle-born when he saw Neville's submissiveness. Who knew that he was the only blood of the Longbottom family.

"No, I'm finished!" Mrs. Huo Qi's complexion was ashen, and she had already thought of her own tragic ending in the future.

"Wingardim Leviosa"

At this moment, Leicester's loud voice came from the sky.

Under the mighty power of the Dark Lord's staff and the blessing of Dolan's Ring, Neville actually stopped falling and was frozen in midair.

Lester held a wand, and the broomstick under his crotch rushed towards Neville like lightning.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Lester made a quick move the moment he approached Neville, pulling Neville onto his broom.

"Lego Cowhide!!!"

The Slytherins below were beating gongs and drums, shouting awesome.

The Gryffindor students also sweated secretly, staring at Lester.

Mrs. Hooch heard the excited shouts of the students, and looked up to see the rescued Neville, and a trace of blood returned to her face.

"Thank you, Lester!"

Neville said gratefully: "You are my friend forever."

As he said that, Neville twisted his buttocks, because he was now being held in Lester's arms, so he felt a little uncomfortable.

There was a kind smile on the corner of Lester's mouth, and he said lightly: "It's okay, but can you stop moving your butt, I feel that this broom will not be able to support it anymore."

Holding Neville in his arms, the old broom was already overweight and overloaded.

Under Lester's crotch, the broom creaked, and Lester and Neville on it swayed wildly.

"Lester, can you stop shaking? I'm a little scared!" Neville said timidly, looking down at the ground.

Lester pondered for a moment, then said: "Is it possible, I mean is there a possibility, that this broom is shaking?"

Neville: "???"

If the broom was alive, Lester might have heard his wail.

Leicester is in good shape, and there is no problem riding on this old broom, but with Neville, who is a little overweight, it will be difficult.

"Hold me, I'm going to speed up!"

After giving an order, Lester pressed down suddenly, and the broom shot down like a sharp arrow.

The bitter wind blew across Lester's cheeks, making Lester's eyes hard to open.

Neville was so frightened that he screamed in Lester's arms.

Reluctantly, Lester took time out at the critical moment and gave Neville two big ears to make him quieter.

Sure enough, after eating the ear scraper, Neville became much quieter, and Leicester could concentrate on landing.

Clutching on to the worn-out broom, Lester counted silently as he watched the ground getting closer and closer.

"3,2,1~~jump!"

Holding Neville in his arms, Lester jumped off the broom suddenly, and at the same time, threw the Levitation Charm at his feet for free.

In this way, under the gaze of everyone, Lester slowly fell from the sky like a god descending from the sky.

The emerald green robe made a shrill sound, her flowing black hair fluttered in the wind, her resolute eyes, and her handsome face with sharp edges and corners.

If it wasn't for holding Neville in her arms, many little witches would fall in love with Lester right away.

As soon as she reached the ground, Mrs. Hooch quickly ran over and gave Lester a grateful look.

"Help your classmates from danger, Slytherin plus 50 points!"

All the students present opened their mouths in surprise, 50 points!

But when they thought of the danger just now, they took it for granted.

"Lester, you're so handsome!" Malfoy approached with a playful smile and said, "I'm sure, if you go to play Quidditch, you will definitely be able to join the national team."

Jedi also praised without hesitation: "Brother Lai is hanging, let alone joining the national team, even being the captain of the national team is more than enough."

Not far away, Mrs. Hooch pulled Neville, who was still in shock, to ask his health.

"Neville, how do you feel? Are you scared?" Mrs. Hooch was very nervous.

Neville shook his head and said, "Professor, I'm fine now, but I have a headache."

Mrs. Huo Qi's heart tightened, and she hurriedly said: "There may be sequelae, but don't worry, I will take you to the infirmary for a checkup now."

At the same time, Mrs. Hooch greeted Lester and went to the school infirmary together.

Both of them had just gone through a violent flight, so they really should go to the infirmary for a checkup.

Lester didn't want to go, but under the strong request of Mrs. Hooch, he was forced to go.

. . . . . .

After Mrs. Hooch left with Lester and Neville, the little snakes of Slytherin and the little lions of Gryffindor looked at each other.

"What is this?"

Suddenly, Malfoy's eyes lit up, and he picked up a crystal ball from the ground. It was the memory ball that Grandma Neville had just given to Neville today.

After fiddling with it a few times, Malfoy lost interest when he saw that the crystal ball would only glow, and prepared to ask the owner.

At this moment, Ron scolded: "Malfoy, put down Neville's memory ball!"

Malfoy's hands froze, clutching the memory ball tightly, and changed his focus.

"If you have one, come and get it yourself!"

With anger in his eyes, Ron rushed over directly.

He had humiliated himself in front of the entire Gryffindor first year this morning, and now he was furious.

Malfoy grinned, and threw the memory ball to Jedi who was ready.

The other Slytherin students also formed a small circle in a tacit understanding, allowing the memory ball to be passed continuously in the air.

"Enough, Malfoy"

Seeing Ron being teased, Harry couldn't stand it any longer, and scolded, "Give back the memory ball!"

Malfoy turned a deaf ear to it, and passed Neville's memory ball even faster, sarcastically saying, "You can come and grab it like Ron, dog walking game, walking two dogs is more interesting!"

"What are you doing!" Ron was furious after being sneaked away. Didn't he just be walked like a dog?

The angry Ron came to his senses, and immediately raised his fist and rushed towards Malfoy.

Malfoy didn't panic at all, grabbed the memory ball, stepped on the broomstick, stared at his feet, and quickly left the ground.