Chapter 39
"If you ask me, this is much more dangerous than football."
Adrian looked at the broom lying on the ground with uneasiness.
Obviously, he was not as interested in flying as other children born in wizard families.
Neville had a similar reaction.
His eyes seemed to stare through the broom.
"I have to say, it is true, but who makes us wizards."
Deverot responded in a relaxed tone.
To be honest.
He has no interest in flying.
You can teleport.
Who still uses such a means of transportation?
"Speaking of which, why did you bring a toad to this class?"
Adrian looked at Al on Deverot's shoulder and asked puzzledly.
"Oh, this guy has been indoors for a long time. I'm afraid he will really become a specimen, so I have to take him out for a walk."
At this time.
Madam Hooch walked in front of them.
"Okay, what are you all waiting for?"
She said sternly.
"Everyone stand next to a flying broom. Quick, quick, hurry up."
Deverot turned around and took Al off his shoulder.
Put it on a vacant space farther away.
Then he immediately stood in front of his broom.
Uh.
This broom looked as old as it had been used for twenty years.
Some branches were sticking out in all directions.
"Stretch out your right hand and place it on the top of the broom handle."
Madam Hooch shouted in front of the students.
"Then say: 'Get up!'"
"Get up!"
Everyone shouted.
Deverot did the same.
But his broom only trembled slightly.
After that, there was no reaction at all.
This attracted the ridicule of Malfoy on the side.
"Oh, maybe the French are more suitable for flying carpets, after all, they are all old stubborn people who can't keep up with the times."
"Or the French are born without the gene to ride brooms, so they'd better stay on the ground and don't embarrass Hogwarts."
Deverot frowned slightly.
But he didn't care about Malfoy's ridicule at all.
Because he didn't think he was a Frenchman.
He just felt strange about the reaction of this broom.
He felt that this broom was bargaining with him.
After obtaining the entry of [Genius Wand Maker].
Deverot found that he seemed to be able to communicate with some more spiritual magic props.
But most of the time this kind of communication was very weak.
Or there were fewer living attributes in the magic props.
So Deverot didn't communicate much.
The strongest communication was when he first chose a wand.
But he didn't get this entry at that time.
Later he got it.
But the wand in his hand was too obedient to him.
It almost became a part of his body.
So Deveroy had no place to use this ability.
Today was the first time he used it.
Deveroy felt that the broom was expressing his...fear to him?
It seemed to say that it was afraid of heights.
That's why it didn't want Deveroy to ride it.
Deveroy's mouth twitched slightly.
This flying broom was actually afraid of heights?
It was too outrageous. It was hard to imagine what the previous students had done to it.
So Deveroy began to comfort the broom.
After much persuasion.
The broom obeyed and ran into his hands.
At this time, most people were ready.
Madam Hooch also began to teach everyone how to fly into the sky.
At this time, Deveroy knew that Neville would probably encounter the misfortune of falling off the flying broom.
But he had no way to take care of him at the same time!
Because he felt that his broom was very anxious!
When he held the handle.
He felt it shaking wildly.
Deveraux could only hold him as tightly as possible.
And kept saying some words to comfort the broom.
Deveraux didn't know if it could understand.
But he could only do so much.
At this time, he wanted to hold the wand in his hand.
To add some sense of security.
The right hand gently loosened.
Who knew at this time.
Madam Hooch said.
"Hold the broom firmly, rise a few feet, then lean forward slightly and fall vertically back to the ground. Listen to my whistle - three - two -"
Neville flew straight into the sky.
There was a cry of surprise.
"Come back, child!"
Madam Hooch shouted.
But Neville went straight up.
Move forward.
At this time, Deveraux didn't hold the broom with both hands.
Hearing the shouts of the crowd.
The broom was like a frightened horse.
It shook violently.
It rushed forward suddenly!
Running straight towards the forbidden forest!
And flying at a very low altitude!
When passing over the grass.
Directly splitting a green grass wave to both sides.
At this time, Deveraux felt like he was sitting on a speeding sports car with a brake failure.
He could hit a big tree in the forbidden forest at any time and break his neck and die.
Deveraux rushed into the forbidden forest!
Relying on the tilt of his body.
He barely avoided two huge trees.
He suddenly pulled the wand out from his waist.
"Wingardium Leviosa!"
A force directly lifted Deveraux off the broom.
Then the broom he was riding stabbed straight into a tree.
If Deveraux hadn't cast a spell in time just now.
The future academic star of the magic world.
The potion genius Deveraux would fall here.
Deveraux gently waved his wand.
Finally landed slowly.
Deveraux looked around.
At this time, he was in a dark bush.
There was no living creature around.
He didn't feel any threat for the time being.
Deveraux walked up.
He wanted to try to pull the broom out of the tree.
But it was obvious.
The broom was really scared.
It was almost completely embedded in the trunk.
Deveraux tried his best.
But he couldn't pull it out.
Just when Deveraux was about to give up.
Click! Click! Click!
Footsteps that didn't sound human sounded behind him.
Deveraux turned around immediately.
He held his wand in front of him.
He was ready to cast a spell to defend himself.
Then a creature he had never seen before appeared in front of him.
This creature had the same upper body as a human.
Surprisingly blue eyes and white-gold hair.
Glittering.
His lower body was the light golden body of a silver-maned horse.
Strong and elegant.
Centaur!
"Do you need help?"
Tell the truth.
If you don't look at the lower half of this centaur.
It's simply the most handsome person...er...creature that Devero has seen since he came to this world!
Devero was a little stunned.
Hearing the other party's question.
He turned around and showed the other party the tree trunk where the flying broom was pierced.
"My broom is stuck."
The centaur said nothing.
He walked up directly.
He pulled hard with his strong arms.
The broom was pulled out.
Then he turned around and handed it to Devero.
"It's dangerous here, leave quickly."
With that, the handsome centaur ran quickly into the depths of the forbidden forest.
Ta-ta! Ta-ta! Ta-ta...
Listening to the sound of horse hooves fading away.
Devero looked down at the broom.
There was an obvious big crack on it.
It was probably impossible to fly anymore.
Deveraux tried to use the repair spell to see if he could improve the condition to a certain extent.
But unfortunately.
It was completely cracked.
It was indeed very dangerous in this forbidden forest.
Deveraux immediately ran in the direction of the broom.
Fortunately, he did not go too deep.
He ran out after a while.
He soon returned to the original teaching location.
At this time, Neville had fallen off the broom.
Madam Hooch was about to take him to the school infirmary.
After seeing the condition of Deveraux's broom.
She wanted to take Deveraux with her.
Deveraux politely declined.
After showing his complete physical condition.
Madam Hooch no longer insisted.
After leaving a warning for everyone not to fly around.
She left with Neville who was still sobbing.
So.
The next is the reserved program -
Draco Malfoy!
Harry Potter!
Two dragons playing with a pearl!
