Marvel: I, Hermione, am from Hogwarts!

In the original story, Harry and the others didn't know how to make good use of this weapon. They always tried to solve the problem privately, which was time-consuming, laborious, and caused a lot of trouble.

A common problem among children is that they care about saving face.

Just as everyone was gathered around Hermione, Draco Malfoy, with his sharp eyes, picked something up from the ground.

"Ha! This is Longbottom's memory ball. If that guy squeezes this ball, he might remember landing on his butt."

Malfoy held up the transparent sphere in his hand and said it as if to show off.

Everyone's attention was drawn to it, and several students even burst into laughter.

Hermione and her friends couldn't afford to mess with the tough ones, but Neville was seen as the weakest and most foolish in Gryffindor, naturally making him a regular target of bullying by some Slytherins, especially the Malfoy trio.

A sense of justice rose within Harry, and he stepped forward, saying firmly, "Give me the ball, Malfoy."

Malfoy, seeing it was Harry, scoffed, "No, I'm going to hide the ball and let Longbottom find it."

With that, he mounted his flying broom and took off into the air.

Harry gripped the broom tightly, his eyes blazing with anger, and glared at Malfoy, but made no further move.

Hermione waited for a long time but he didn't move, so she couldn't help but poke his lower back.

"What are you waiting for? Can you stand this? Damn it, go and get him!"

Harry: ? ? ?

Chapter 10, a good point! Well done, don't embarrass yourself.

“But, Mrs. Hooch said…” Harry hesitated upon hearing this.

Hermione was supposed to dissuade Harry, but he insisted on going.

Now that Hermione is urging him to be brave, Harry has calmed down instead.

He wasn't an outstanding student like Hermione, who would be easily forgiven even if he broke the rules.

What if I really get fired?

Having experienced the joy of the magical world, he couldn't bear to return to his aunt's house and live a painful life.

On the other side, Malfoy, seeing that Harry hadn't moved, looked down at him and mocked, "Haha, I knew you wouldn't dare. It seems Longbottom is destined to find his Memory Orb himself!"

Seeing Malfoy's provocative expression, Hermione felt an urge to punch the brat for the first time.

At this moment, she was glad she hadn't been assigned to Slytherin. Otherwise, seeing these brats strutting around in front of her every day would be enough to make her beat them up eight times a day.

Hermione said with exasperation, "Go for it! What are you afraid of? So what if you get expelled? You even took down the Dark Lord, and you can't handle a mere Malfoy? Don't ever say you know me again. You'll lose face."

Hermione continued to fan the flames.

Still a child at heart, Harry, after being tackled by Hermione and seeing the expectant looks around him, steeled his resolve and straddled the broom.

In his eyes, Malfoy's figure seemed to merge with his cousin Dudley, who had always bullied him, and with a push of his feet, he soared into the air with rage.

“Harry, we’re the ones who survived the Dark Lord’s clutches, we’re the ones who rolled out of wands, we can’t let him down!” Hermione shouted.

"Yes, keep it up, well done!" the Gryffindors echoed.

Seeing Harry chasing after him, Malfoy turned and flew away.

It must be said that Harry's talent for riding flying broomsticks is truly remarkable; he quickly caught up with Malfoy.

Upon seeing this, Malfoy was not alarmed at all; instead, a sinister smile appeared on his lips.

He threw the memory ball directly towards Professor McGonagall's office!

Without thinking twice, Harry sped past Malfoy and chased after the memory orb.

Finally, at Professor McGonagall's window, he successfully intercepted the memory ball, even performing a gymnastic-like spinning and sudden stop.

Damn it? !

Professor Cat suddenly looked up and was stunned.

Upon seeing this, Malfoy was not alarmed at all; instead, he secretly landed.

That's right, this scene was something Malfoy had planned long ago.

After hearing Mrs. Hooch's warning of "expulsion," he wanted to use this method to expel Harry from the school for repeatedly disrespecting him.

He deliberately provoked Harry, luring him to chase after him, and then let the professors see him flying in the sky.

Even if he can't be expelled, he can still be severely punished.

As for Malfoy himself, his father is a Hogwarts board member, so he wouldn't be expelled; at most, he'd just get a few scoldings.

Unfortunately, while the plan was excellent, it overlooked two points.

First, there's Dumbledore's attitude. With Dumbledore protecting him, Harry would never be expelled for this.

Secondly, Harry's incredible flying broomstick and precise ball-catching talent led Professor McGonagall to discover him as a Quidditch prodigy Seeker.

Sure enough, Professor McGonagall immediately came to the lawn, her face serious.

"Harry Potter!"

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Harry's boiling passion instantly cooled.

Finished!

Professor McGonagall said sternly, "Mr. Potter, come with me."

Malfoy gave a gloating sneer.

This time he really was going to be expelled… Harry felt terrified and dejected. What would he do? He absolutely never wanted to go back to Aunt Petunia's house. Was he going to have to rely on Hagrid for everything…?

Seeing Hermione, who seemed completely unconcerned, whistling and gazing at the sky, all my mixed emotions finally boiled down to one sentence:

Hermione ruined me!

Noticing Harry's gaze, Professor McGonagall looked at Hermione and suddenly said, "I almost forgot about you, Miss Granger, you're coming too."

Hermione:? ? ?

What?

Hermione was stunned for a moment.

She knew that McGonagall had recognized Harry's Quidditch talent and was preparing to recommend him to the team, but why did she contact her?

Could it be because they discovered promising talents and helped to ignite their potential?

Although she was puzzled, she wasn't worried at all and calmly followed Professor McGonagall away.

The three of them quickly arrived at the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Feeling the resentful stares coming from behind her all the way, Hermione couldn't take it anymore and turned around to whisper, "I can't drive you. Look how scared you are, you coward."

Harry then realized that if he really wanted to be expelled, he should go to Headmaster Dumbledore, not the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

This put his mind at ease, and he finally had the mood to see what Professor McGonagall was planning to do.

Professor McGonagall leaned forward slightly and addressed Voldemort, who was in the middle of a lesson: "Excuse me for interrupting your class, Professor Quirrell. May I borrow Wood for a moment?"

Quirrell nodded weakly.

Hermione also peeked out.

Good heavens, Voldemort personally teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts—this is a rare opportunity.

It's hilarious.

She regretted skipping the class; she should have attended more often.

Soon, a handsome young man came out.

“Porter, this is Oliver Wood,” Professor McGonagall said excitedly. “Wood, I’ve found you a Seeker!”

Harry, broom in hand, was completely bewildered.

Seeing Harry's confused look, Hermione slapped him on the head: "You've joined the Gryffindor Quidditch team, so hurry up and thank Professor McGonagall, the cat!"

That was close, I almost blurted it out.

Harry's eyes widened in surprise.

Before he could speak, McGonagall spoke again: "I've also found you a hitter!"

He then looked at Hermione.

"...?"

Hermione was shocked.

No, are you serious?

What merit or ability do I possess?

This time, she really acted inexplicably.

Hermione knew that as she spent more and more time at Hogwarts, she would be able to cause more and more changes.

But, but, Skashi!

This whole situation is a bit too absurd; people are trying to enjoy the drama but have ended up getting themselves involved.