hogwarts rose

Triya looked at the two boys who were evenly matched in momentum.

Why did Harry and Draco start to fight each other again.

These few days Triya was so busy that she didn't touch the ground, so she didn't notice the ups and downs among her friends.

The main reason is that Draco and Ron really can't get along, not only them, but also the whole Malfoy family and the Weasley family.

And Harry, as Ron's best friend, inevitably had conflicts with Draco.

Tria didn't know any of this and didn't bother to care.

"Are you sure? Are you afraid of falling to your death?"

She tossed Neville's memory ball up and down, and the ball was covered with a thick levitation charm, so it wouldn't shatter if it fell to the ground.

"Sure!"

Harry and Draco said in unison, each of them holding a broom, standing on either side of Tria.

"so nice."

Triya exerted all her strength and threw the memory ball far away.

Feeling two gusts of wind flying past, Triya also flew over on a broom.

She had to keep an eye on those two idiots in case they fell to their deaths.

Both Harry and Draco's flying skills are very good, but they couldn't stand Tria's broom with a strong sense of meritorious service, so they led Tria to follow them with ease.

Everyone who stayed on the ground looked dumbfounded, and Ron couldn't help asking the angry Hermione beside him:

"This is our first flying lesson, right?"

Why do some people look like they've been riding a broomstick for 30 years?

Hermione didn't have time to pay attention to Ron's childish question. She stared at the three figures in the sky and held her wand tightly.

She wanted to stop this unruly game, but the people around were so excited that no one heard her protest in the clamor.

We can only hope that there will be no surprises when Triya watches.

......

Accidents are bound to happen.

When the rememory ball was about to hit the castle, Draco, whose reason had the upper hand, stopped moving forward early, and he would not risk himself being injured for a small game.

Harry, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. Seeing that he was about to hit the window pane of the castle, he sped up instead.

[I can catch it. 】

There is only one sentence in his mind, and the glass ball seems to be in slow motion in his eyes.

He rushed over quickly, grabbed the glass ball, and just in time to snap back the handle of the broom, did a backflip in the air and came to a solid stop.

Harry's mind was empty, he could hear Draco's exclamation not far away, the screams of the audience on the ground, and Tria's sigh of relief beside him.

But he couldn't react in time.

Harry held the glass ball that was shining in the sun tightly, his heart beating extremely fast.

[This feels great. 】

Thinking belatedly, he showed a big smile and turned to look at Tria.

"I got it."

Tria was very close to him, probably because she was afraid that he would fall off the broom or hit the castle, she clenched her wand tightly, her face still full of tension.

But she reacted quickly and showed a bright smile.

"you are great!"

Draco floated over on his broom too.

"Not bad."

The young master seemed to be halfway through the sentence and suddenly remembered that he had lost the game, so he hurriedly made amends.

"You should thank me for not robbing you in the end."

Harry was not in the mood to argue with him, the grin on his face widened, and he hurried back to the ground holding the memory ball.

Excited Harry ran towards the equally excited crowd, bumping into each other lively.

Draco followed Triya and slowly fell back to the ground, curling his lips a little unhappy.

"Annoying savior."

Tria patted his hand comfortingly, "Harry is indeed very talented."

Well, that consolation might not be great, Tria hastily added:

"Of course, you were right not to rush over just now. If two people rushed over together, they would definitely collide and get hurt."

Draco was barely satisfied:

"Of course, there are no fools in Slytherin."

Just as everyone gathered together to celebrate, a voice broke their joy.

"Harry Potter!"

It was Professor McGonagall. She came in a hurry, her chest was heaving up and down, and she looked very angry.

"And Miss Blake."

Her gaze swept over Harry in the crowd and Tria on the edge, her eyes flashed with anger.

"You two, come with me."

Professor McGonagall turned around and walked into the castle. The Gryffindor students wanted to explain something, but Tria stopped him with gestures.

Now that Professor McGonagall is in a fit of anger, it's better not to refute. It should be explained later that it shouldn't be too serious a problem.

Tria comforted herself in her heart, subconsciously glanced at her brother, calmed down a little in the other's comforting eyes, and followed Professor McGonagall with Harry.

Compared to Tria, Harry was really terrified, he walked a little mechanically.

"Are we going to be fired?"

He looked at Tria with pity in his eyes.

Tria shook her head, although she wasn't sure.

Professor McGonagall ignored them all the way, striding on, and Tria and Harry had to trot to keep up.

Professor McGonagall stopped outside a classroom.She pushed the door open and stuck her head in.

"Excuse me, Professor Flitwick, could Wood come out for a while?"

Wood?Tria and Harry looked at each other, and before they had time to wonder, a tall and strong boy came out with a puzzled face.

"Come with me."

Professor McGonagall did not explain immediately, but took the three of them to an empty classroom.

She yelled and drove away Peeves who was writing on the blackboard, as if venting all her anger on Peeves.

She looked much better as she closed the door and turned around.

"This is Oliver Wood, Wood - I found a Seeker for you, this one, Harry Potter."

A surprised look immediately appeared on the tall boy's face.

Tria understood that it was probably Harry's last hand that caught the memory ball that attracted Professor McGonagall's attention, and he might be included in the Quidditch school team as an exception.

"And this one, Tria Black, she can fill any position."

Tria's head was full of question marks.

"She rode a sweeping five-star broom, an out-of-school broomstick, and it flew at a speed of [-] yuan."

Triya understood, but it was actually the induction between her and the magic material that made her broom more capable than others.

She tried to explain, but Professor McGonagall didn't give her a chance to speak.

"I hope you all train hard, otherwise I will still punish you for your reckless behavior today."

Her expression was stern, and Triya silently swallowed what she wanted to say, and watched Professor McGonagall leave the classroom after the lecture.

"It's unbelievable."

Harry stood there in a daze, Wood followed Professor McGonagall, and he had to continue his class.

"It's a good thing, isn't it?"