Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Chapter 12 Flight Lessons

Then, with a "bang", he fell heavily to the ground and shrank into a ball. His broom continued to climb until it disappeared in the direction of the forbidden forest.

Mrs. Hooch rushed towards Neville, her face turning pale with fright, and she kept accusing herself that she should have recovered herself earlier to release a floating spell, instead of watching Neville fall to the ground.

"Broken wrist." Harry heard Mrs. Hooch's heavy sigh of relief, "Neville is all right, it's safe, get up."

She turned around and said to the other students, "I'm going to send Neville to the infirmary. Until I come back, you guys are obedient and don't move anyone! If anyone deliberately makes trouble, I'll kick him out of Hogwarts." Then she turned her head and comforted Neville lightly, "Come on, poor boy."

With tears all over his face, Neville clutched his wrists and limped away with the help of Madam Hooch.

Madam Hooch had just gone away when Malfoy let out a disgusting grin.

"That idiot Neville almost killed himself." The people around Malfoy also echoed.

"Shut up, how can you treat your classmates like this." Parvati Patil was very dissatisfied with Malfoy's words.

"Look!" Malfoy rushed over again, grabbing a glass ball on the grass. "That idiot Neville forgot what his grandma gave him."

"You're going too far, Malfoy," Harry whispered, suppressing his anger.

Malfoy grinned ugly. "To be a good man again? Potter?"

During the class, Malfoy was criticized by Mrs. Hooch for his wrong grip, but the "mudblood" of Harry and Hermione was praised. Malfoy was going crazy. He believed that the eyes Harry looked at him were provocative. He looks like a clown.

In the morning, these two idiots were still worrying about flying lessons, but he was ready to make a big splash in flying lessons and hit Hermione and Harry who only knew how to study hard. Unexpectedly, in the end, he even lost in his best project. It's all because of these damn tattered brooms in the school.

As soon as Mrs. Hooch left, he immediately found a way to vent his anger.

"Bring it here!" Harry yelled, but Malfoy didn't stop, summoning a magic broom and flying. He's not bragging, he's flying really well.

Malfoy hung in the air, shouting at Harry, "Come up, Potter!"

Harry evoked his magic broom.

"No!" cried Hermione Granger. "You'll be hurt, and Mrs. Hooch told us not to move!"

Harry ignored her. Anger had come to his head. He was already on his broom and chased after him. The wind blew through his hair and poured into his robes. But it gave him a burst of ecstasy, so easy, so comfortable.

"The broom is like an extension of the body, it can sense your emotions." He easily controlled the broom under his feet, just like he controlled his body. He also heard screams and gasps from the others on the ground, and heard Ron cheering for him.

He turned his broom to Malfoy, then threatened, "Bring Neville's memory ball over here," Harry shouted, "or you're going to blow your ass."

"Who do you think you are?" Malfoy said, trying to laugh, but his face was frozen with tension.

Harry controls the broom like he controls his body. In a short time, he has become flexible. He leaned forward, crouched on the magic broom, and hit Malfoy like an arrow.

Malfoy barely controlled the broom to escape. Harry turned the broom and pointed it at him again, and Malfoy hated classmates were already clapping.

"Baby Malfoy, there is no warm embrace from Crabbe and Goyle here," Harry cried. Causing a shriek from below.

Seeing Harry charging like a bison, Malfoy was starting to get scared too.

"Go to hell, Potter!" Malfoy exclaimed,

Throw the memory ball into the air, then quickly escape back to the ground, back between Crabbe and Goyle.

Harry saw the memory ball fly upwards in slow motion, and then accelerate and fall in fast motion. He crouched down, pressing down on the magic broom. Accelerating and diving down, chasing after the memory ball, the ear is the howling wind, the screams of everyone.

"Demacia" with a roar, Harry caught the memory ball when he was close to the ground. And just in time to straighten the broom handle, and then gently fall back to the lawn.

"Harry Potter!" An angry voice called.

His heart was beating violently, faster than when he had just dived. Professor McGonagall was running towards him. Harry hurriedly got up from the ground.

"How dare you?", Professor McGonagall roared angrily, "This has never happened! I've been in **** Watts for so many years, you will break your neck." Professor McGonagall's voice was also a little bit. She trembled, and she could see the angry light through her eyes.

Two students almost lost their lives in a class, one of them was the savior Harry Potter. Professor McGonagall would rather go and fight the Death Eaters than have such a thrill. "You'll have to take flying lessons indoors later."

"Indoor flying lessons." Hearing this, George couldn't help shaking his head and continued to ask. "After this?"

It was dinner time, and Harry told George about his flying lessons, and then he was taken off the field by Professor McGonagall. Ron and Hermione also put their forks down at this time, waiting for Harry to say what happened next.

"I was terrified, I thought I was going to be fired. I remember the gloating expressions of Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle at that time." Harry paused and said with lingering fears.

"I was dizzy all the way, and I followed Professor McGonagall around the academy. I made up my mind. After meeting Dumbledore, I must beg him to let me stay in the school, even if it is to sea. Greg can be an assistant.

Fortunately, I'm much stronger now than before, barely able to carry Hagrid's bulky pockets. But by the time Ron and Hermione become wizards, maybe they won't see me as friends. ' Harry almost cried as he recalled the episode.

"Hey, it's all right, poor Harry." Hermione patted Harry on the shoulder, comforting poor Harry.

"Fortunately, these bad things didn't happen. Professor McGonagall took me to see Oliver Wood and asked me to be a Quidditch Seeker." Harry calmed down and said again.

"It's amazing, the academy has never allowed first-year students to play Quidditch. You broke the record and must be the youngest Quidditch academy player in many years," replied Ron, who was a Quidditch player. The diehard, the rules of Quidditch are clear.

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