Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

As their minds turned, the freshmen stood next to the brooms one by one.

Madam Huo Qi didn't wait any longer before giving instructions.

"Reach your right hand above the broom and say 'come up.'"

"Come up."

He spoke lazily out of boredom, and the broom handle of the Comet was already in his hand.

The thick varnish applied to try and disguise the cheap wood made Draco frown again.

Looking around, except for the children from wizard families who resisted flying,

For example, Pansy's broom bounced up and down erratically, while Daphne and Longbottom's were completely still.

Freshmen who had experience flying before had their brooms firmly in hand.

Crabbe, Goyle, and Weasley are all average.

But the most surprising thing was that Harry Potter's broom also fell into his palm.

After a while, when the freshmen finally succeeded in calling for the broom,

Madam Hooch began to instruct the students on the correct riding posture.

To Draco's displeasure, she paused beside him.

"Malfoy, your posture needs adjustment."

Madam Hooch spoke loudly and Draco narrowed his eyes in displeasure.

Pansy, Daphne, and Gower, Crabbe were all somewhat surprised, while Potter and Weasley could not help but snicker.

Rather than straddling his legs across the broom handle and holding the broom firmly between his legs, Draco preferred to sit sideways on the broom, with his toes lightly resting on the footrest, his hands at his sides, and relying on his sense of balance to control the front and back ends of the broom handle.

Of course, this posture is not suitable for Quidditch matches.

"I know the habits of you noble children."

"But the tradition of hunting on a broom has been lost, and the brooms you ride now are not expensive."

If you ride in this position and are not familiar with the broom's performance, you run the risk of falling off."

Madam Hooch said sharply, and the class's eyes gradually focused on her.

Although Draco was dissatisfied, he had no choice but to change his stance and cross his legs over the broom.

"very good."

As she obeyed, Madam Hooch turned around and continued her instructions.

"Now, when I blow the whistle, you jump up as hard as you can."

"Hold on steady, and just fly up a few meters. Three-two-hey!"

Madam Hooch walked around with satisfaction and was about to give the next command.

The whistle had just reached his lips when his face suddenly changed and he shouted to stop.

"Come back! Child! Come back!"

The whole class looked in the direction where Mrs. Huch was running.

Somehow, Longbottom had flown into the air, his broom shaking violently due to the loss of control, and his right hand was still tightly holding the memory ball that had already turned red.

Then, amid several screams and exclamations, Longbottom fell off his broom and fell straight down from mid-air.

He fell to the ground with a thud, followed by a loud cry of pain.

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"Broken wrist. Well, poor boy, it's all right."

"I'll help you get to the hospital ward."

Madam Hooch rushed to Longbottom's side, and her stern look suddenly turned gentle.

After helping Neville up, he returned to his normal cool self and glared at the class before speaking.

"You all stay down here until I come back.

"If anyone dares to try to fly secretly, I guarantee that they will be expelled from Hogwarts before you see Quidditch!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he clicked his wand, fixed Neville's injuries, and helped him leave.

As Longbottom walked by, the memory ball landed on the grass with a thump.

The red smoke in the ball has faded away, returning to pure white.

"There's nothing wrong with his posture, he still fell down."

"The problem isn't the posture, it's that these aren't meant to be ridden."

Draco bent down, picked up the memory ball, and looked at Mrs. Hooch's back with a disapproving look.

"Shut up, Malfoy."

"Do you think only expensive things are safe?"

The Weasley boy growled behind him and Draco just glared sideways.

He sneered and watched Weasley's face turn red.

Too lazy to pay any more attention to it, he just looked at the memory ball with interest.

"It seems like it's trying to remind Longbottom to keep both hands on the broom."

“But does this reminder make sense?”

As he said this, he glanced at Harry Potter provocatively.

His green eyes were filled with anger, and he obviously didn't appreciate his attitude towards Weasley.

"I still don't understand. Why should I be happy about receiving something worthless like this?"

Sure enough, Porter took the first step.

"Give it back, Malfoy."

The Gryffindor freshmen naturally gathered behind Potter.

Except for Hermione Granger, who had her hands on her chest, looking anxious and unhappy.

Daphne and Pansy frowned, looked at each other, and walked to Draco.

Crabbe and Goyle also gathered behind Draco with the remaining Slytherin freshmen.

"Why, Potter?"

I can’t really explain it myself. Longbottom and the Memory Ball are just an unimportant person and an unimportant prop.

But the tone of Harry Potter's reply and his inexplicable hostility towards him made it impossible for him to swallow this insult.

"Just because you are in the same academy, you can manage his things without permission?"

"I didn't—"

"And what right do you have to ask me to return it, Potter?"

"You—give the ball back!"

"I've said before that you have no right to ask me to 'return'."

Seeing that he had the upper hand in the conversation, Draco raised his eyebrows and walked to the broom.

"If you have the guts, just snatch it back from me, Potter."

With a light kick, and ignoring the correction that had just been given by Mrs. Hooch, she sat sideways on the broom and floated gracefully into the air.

In mid-air, I saw Daphne's confused and Pansy's surprised expressions.

At the same time, he also saw Granger trying to stop the furious Harry Potter.

But it was only a momentary distraction. In the next second, he couldn't help but concentrate fully on what was happening before his eyes.

In a flash, Harry Potter quickly jumped onto the broom and swiftly reached his own height.

Then, incredibly, after soaring rapidly, it braked to a stop smoothly and steadily.

"Give me the ball back or I'll kick you off your broom!"

The brutal threat startled Draco, and instantly a burst of anger rushed to his fair face.

"You rude and arrogant fellow. Come on if you can catch up with me!"

As he spoke, he flipped over the broom handle nimbly and gracefully in mid-air and now was sitting astride the broom.

On the ground, one could hear the Slytherins' voices leaping with joy.

Then, he pressed down the front end of the broom handle and swooped away from the castle.

"Get back here! Malfoy!"

Listening to Potter roaring behind him, he turned around and asked coldly.

"Why do you?"

The two figures flew up and down in the air along with the broom.

Sometimes it accelerates in a straight line and then stops in a sharp turn, and sometimes it dives down and then pulls up sharply.

The nervous freshmen on the ground were stunned.

Some freshmen even couldn't help but cheer loudly after every thrilling move of Harry and Draco.

This kind of pursuit only made Draco gradually upset.

The cold wind blew across my face, stinging my delicate cheeks.

I remind myself of this broom that has poor performance and trembles when I manipulate it too vigorously.

Why on earth was he going through all this trouble with Harry Potter over that unnoticeable boy?

What is even more disturbing is the figure chasing after me.

Many times, as long as she wasn't paying attention, she would be almost caught in his outstretched hand by her fluttering robe.

Harry Potter is just a person with a false name, who grew up in the Muggle world.

Why is there such a flying skill that makes me feel terrified?

In just a moment of distraction, Harry Potter was already rushing towards him with the force of the wind.

It was not until the shadow fell in front of him that Draco lowered his broom in the nick of time.

It fell several feet as if it had lost control, then it regained its balance and dodged.

The thrilling but also brilliant skills made Slytherin cheer again.

Draco's heart was beating hard, his palms were covered with cold sweat, and the broom was shaking slightly under him.

The comet's extremely abnormal performance almost caused him to lose control and fall during the ride just now.

When he looked up, Harry Potter was moving smoothly in the air, then turning rapidly to face him.

This also caused the ground to resound with the cheers of Gryffindor.

Looking carefully, I found that his broom was much steadier than my own.

It was obvious that he was more skilled in operating the broom.

"You don't have your guards to protect you now, Malfoy."

"I say it again, give the ball back!"

Potter shouted, leaning forward again.

Draco just stared at him with hatred, and gritted his teeth in anger.

"Hmph, since you love to snatch it so much, just try to chase it."

As he said this, he threw the ball hard towards the castle.

Then, without looking back, he flew back towards the crowd and landed amid the cheers of the Slytherins.

Not long after, the Gryffindor students burst into even louder cheers, as if celebrating a victory.

Harry Potter grabbed the Remembrano and jumped off the broom neatly.

The two glared at each other across the crowd, but were both startled by a stern female voice.

"Harry Potter! Draco Malfoy!"

"Never, in all my years at Hogwarts, never—"

"You all come here!"

They all looked away and turned around. Professor McGonagall walked towards them angrily.