Harry Potter: Glory of the King

"Unlucky," Harry said frustrated. "Sure enough, I didn't expect it. Riding a flying broomstick to make a fool of yourself in front of Malfoy."

"Whether you will make a fool of yourself is not certain," Ron said. "I know Malfoy always brags that he plays Quidditch very well, but I bet he is just talking big."

Yes, Malfoy talks about flying all day long. He complained loudly that first-year freshmen were not eligible to participate in the college Quidditch team. He also told many long, boastful stories, always ending with him dodge a Muggle helicopter in a thrilling manner. However, he wasn't the only one who said such big talk-listening to Seamus Finnigan's tone, it seemed that most of his childhood was flying around in the wilderness on a flying broomstick. Even Ron, as long as anyone is willing to listen, will say that he once rode Charlie’s broken broomstick and almost hit a hang glider—everyone from the wizard’s family talked about Quidditch endlessly. odd.

Ona didn’t care. The biggest pleasure he had with Hermione and Glory was watching them brag about each other, and then privately complained that if they really hit a helicopter, then Malfoy would most likely become a piece of meat—the power of a propeller. It's not something that the little wizard who doesn't know the spell can resist - even if he learns it, at the current level, it's not far behind.

As for Ron, since Hermione ridiculed that he had encountered a remote-controlled aircraft, how could he have stood in front of them all the way, and never mentioned the glider anymore.

Neville was worried. He said that he had never rode a flying broomstick in his life, because his grandma never let him get close to the flying broomstick. Even Ona thinks his grandmother makes sense. Even if Neville steps on the ground with both feet honestly, he can always cause endless accidents-as long as he doesn’t team up with Ona, he will always Inexplicably hurt yourself or your partner. For example, in the potions class last week, Ona was assigned to Dean Thomas, and Neville burned Seamus's cauldron, and Harry was deducted 1 point for this.

In fact, Hermione herself was very nervous. She borrowed "The Magical Quidditch Ball" from the library, and then spent three days chanting with Glory about the flight instructions recorded in it and waiting for Ona. Everyone was so annoying--except for Neville, he listened intensively to every word she said, eagerly hoping to hear some useful knowledge.

During breakfast on Thursday, Hermione was telling everyone what she had learned again. The arrival of the owls interrupted her speech. Malfoy's house used an owl to bring him big and small bags of things. He opened the package again at the Slytherin table. As expected, it was still candy. With these, he got mixed up in Slytherin. Quite open.

An owl flew in front of Neville and threw him a small package. Neville opened it excitedly and showed everyone a glass ball the size of a big marble, which seemed to be filled with white smoke.

"This is a memory ball!" Neville explained, "Grandma knows that I always have no memory-it will tell you if there is something you forgot to do. Look, you hold it tightly, like this, if It turned red—oh..." Neville's face stretched, because the memory ball was suddenly red and shiny, "...you just forgot something..."

Neville tried desperately to remember what he had forgotten, and at this moment, Malfoy passed by Gryffindor's table and slammed the memory ball out of his hand.

Harry and Ron jumped up, looking like they couldn't wait to go straight up to beat Malfoy, but Professor McGonagall appeared.

"what happened?"

"Malfoy grabbed my memory ball, Professor." Neville said immediately.

With a sullen face, Malfoy quickly threw the memory ball back on the table: "Wait and see." He hurried away after speaking, with Crabbe and Gore following close behind.

Ona glanced at him and didn't say anything. Professor McGonagall saw the matter calm down and left too—she still had classes in the morning—that was the first-year course.

As for what he forgot, Ona reminded Neville to hand in McGonagall's homework today, and he said with a pale face-he forgot!

At 3:30, Gryffindor’s first-year freshmen hurried down the steps to the field in front of the door, ready to take their first flying lesson. It was a sunny and breezy day. When they walked down the sloping grass to a flat lawn on the opposite side of the field, the grass slightly waved under their feet. Over the lawn is the forbidden forest, with dark trees swaying in the wind in the distance.

The Slytherin students were already there—because their Defence Against the Dark Arts was an earlier period, so now they were waiting there in time, with twenty flying broomsticks neatly laid out on the ground.

Fred and George once complained about the flying broomsticks in the school in the common room, saying that some broomsticks tremble when you fly too high, and others are always slightly to the left-due to Ona I asked them to purchase items for a weekend, so Ona believed them.

Ms. Hooch is a flight class professor. She has short gray hair and both eyes are yellow, like those of Mahaha.

"Well, what are you all waiting for?" she said sharply, "everyone is standing next to a flying broomstick. Hurry, hurry, hurry up."

Ona glanced at his broomstick, it was worn and old, and everyone else was the same-Slytherin was relatively better, after all, it was first come, first served.

"Extend your right hand and place it above the broomstick," Ms. Hooch yelled in front. "Then say: ‘Get up!’"

"Get up!" everyone shouted.

Ona’s broomstick immediately jumped into his hand, as did Harry, but there were only a few obedient broomsticks like this—such as Ron and Malfoy’s, Hermione’s broomstick just rolled on the ground, Neville’s. The broom didn't move at all. However, Glory's broomstick rose high, and she subconsciously reached down and grabbed it in her hand.

Then, Ms. Hooch didn't care too much. She asked everyone to pick up the broom-whether it was happy or not-and then showed them how to ride the broom without sliding off the head. She walked around in the team, correcting their hand grip.

"Malfoy!" Madam Hooch roared, "No!"

Harry and Ron seemed a little overjoyed. Although they tried to hide, Ona felt that they just kept themselves from laughing.

"Okay, as soon as I blow the whistle, you should kick your legs off the ground and kick it hard." Ms. Huo Qi said, "hold the broom firmly and rise a few feet, then lean forward slightly and fall back to the ground vertically. Listen to my whistle—three—two—"

Then Ona saw Neville not waiting for the whistle to touch Ms. Hooch's lips, so he kicked hard and flew up.

"Come back, boy!" Ms. Hooch yelled, but Neville went straight up, like a cork sprayed out of a bottle-twelve feet-twenty feet. Ona clearly saw his horrified, pale face looking at the fast-going ground below, saw him panting with his mouth wide open, sliding down from the side of the broomstick, and then—

Ona hurriedly stretched out his hand to pat him, aroused his vigor, and eased his falling speed, and then a few consecutive times, finally basically offset the gravitational acceleration when he landed. Although Neville fell on the ground with a bang, Ona felt It should not hurt much. And the poor flying broomstick was still rising higher and higher, and then began to slowly drift towards the forbidden forest, disappearing.

Well, return to the original plot, then speed up the progress, and want to fight trolls.