After stabbing my ex-boyfriend, I went traveling

Yang Mei looked at Voldemort and keenly noticed that he seemed to have become a little more normal today.

The Voldemort he met in Quirrell's office that night was still quite neurotic. Yang Mei had no doubt that if it weren't for his high fighting power, this lunatic would definitely kill him.

So, what is he doing here now?

Snape had just been shaken by Yang Mei's two questions and was now too exhausted to deal with Quirrell.

"Professor Quirrell, if there is nothing else, we will go to dinner." Yang Mei waved her hand and was about to leave. As she said before, no one could let him miss dinner.

But when he passed by Voldemort, Voldemort suddenly reached out and tried to grab his arm.

Yang Mei dodged it nimbly.

"Hey, what do you mean?"

Draco walked up to Yang Mei and looked at Voldemort with a defensive look.

In fact, his legs were already shaking a little, after all, he knew who the person in front of him was!

That's the Dark Lord! Even his father, Lucius Malfoy, was just his subordinate.

Snape's brows were tightly knitted together, but he was not so stupid as to fail to notice the unusualness between these people.

Quirrell raised his hands to his shoulders, palms facing outward in a gesture of surrender. "I don't have any plans. I just want to ask Selwyn something about a Defense Against the Dark Arts essay."

Draco didn't believe a word of his words.

Is it because of Phil’s previous offense that you are here to teach him a lesson?

Or maybe the Dark Lord has a task to assign to Phil, but Phil is still a child!

Yang Mei knew at a glance that Draco was making up some messy things in his mind again.

He first patted Draco's shoulder soothingly, and then said to Voldemort, "Not now, the child is hungry now, the professor should not let me have dinner, right?"

Even if you are Voldemort, you can't stop others from eating!

Voldemort was convinced: "Well, let's talk about it next time we have the chance."

After what happened to him, Snape should have given Yang Mei and Draco some advice.

But these two children are more opinionated than each other.

In the end, he just warned them that Quirrell was not an easy person to deal with and it would be better to have less dealings with him.

Draco felt the same way. He also knew that "Quirrell" was not a simple person...

……

That night, Voldemort did not look for Yang Mei again, and Yang Mei was too lazy to take the initiative to look for him.

I think when he said he had something to say to Yang Mei, it was just a spur of the moment move and there was actually nothing that had to be said.

The next day, on the lawn outside the castle.

The highlight of the day was the first flying lesson for the first-year students.

Students from Gryffindor and Slytherin still attend the class together.

Draco was so happy that he almost took off on the spot. He had been looking forward to taking flying lessons so that he could show off his superb flying skills in the lessons.

He dared to say that no one among the first-year students would be better than him!

In response to this, Yang Mei has always said, "Yes, yes, you are right" and "You are the Quidditch star of tomorrow."

In fact, he thought it was stupid to be out there in the hot sun riding a broom!

He'll never be able to ride a broomstick in his life!

Among all the young wizards, few were as confident as Draco; most were very nervous.

Yang Mei was dragged away by Draco reluctantly. Today was a sunny and breezy day. He would be happier if he didn't have to take flying lessons.

"Phil! If you don't hurry up, we'll be late!" Draco was furious.

When they finally reached the class location, most of the students were already there, and there were two dozen broomsticks neatly laid out on the ground.

Yang Mei slowly stood next to a broom.

This is their professor, Ms. Hooch. Professor Hooch is short and fat, with short gray hair, and her eyes are yellow, which looks a bit like an eagle's eyes.

"Well, what are you all waiting for?" she said, looking at all the little wizards. "Everyone stand next to a broomstick. Quick! Hurry!"

Yang Mei drooped her eyelids and glanced at the worn broom at his feet.

The branches of the broom are scattered in all directions, and the shape is quite unique.

You can insist that it has artistic appeal, but Yang Mei doesn't want to look at it a second time. The branches are just too eye-catching.

"Put your right hand on top of the broom handle," Professor Hooch shouted from the front, "and say: 'Get up!'"

“Get—up—” There was only sadness in Yang Mei’s voice.

At this point you can see that driving the broom has nothing to do with how loud you shout.

Some little wizards shouted at the top of their lungs, changing their tones, but the brooms on the ground didn't move at all.

Instead, Yang Mei was shouting desperately, and the broom at his feet immediately jumped into his hands.

The next second, Yang Mei threw the broom in her hand back to the ground.

"Oh, Mr. Selwyn, you did a great job." Professor Hooch did not hesitate to praise her. "But why did you throw it on the ground again?"

"Well, because I have completed the task in this part." Yang Mei felt it was natural.

He has already successfully driven the broom, one step ahead of most young wizards. He should be able to take a break, right?

Professor Hooch was speechless. This was indeed the teaching goal of her class. She had no intention of letting these little wizards actually fly into the sky on their brooms. After all, it was too early for that.

But when she glanced around, she found that almost all the little wizards had successfully made their brooms jump from the ground into their hands.

In that case, it wouldn’t be a problem if she added some teaching content temporarily!

So immediately afterwards, Yang Mei was forced to hold the broom and watch Professor Huo Qi demonstrate to them how to ride on the broom without slipping off the broom head.

The lady walked around among the group of young wizards, correcting everyone's hand holding.

Yang Mei: “…”Destroy it, I’m tired.

But adhering to the principle of less trouble is better, Yang Mei's posture can be included in textbooks. In this way, Professor Huo Qi will not have to come to him to instruct him.

After considering all the unqualified postures, Professor Huo Qi nodded with satisfaction.

"Okay, when I blow the whistle, you push off the ground with your legs. Remember, push hard!

Hold the broom steady, rise a few feet, and then lean forward slightly so that you drop straight back to the ground.

Listen to my whistle, three-two-"

Before she could shout and blow the whistle, the conspicuous bag appeared.

Neville Longbottom of Gryffindor might have been too nervous, fearing that he would remain on the ground while others took off.

So he decided to take a quick step.

So the situation became that everyone else was on the ground and he was the only one who took off.

It’s hard to say which situation is more embarrassing.

Yang Mei looked up at the sky with his hands on his hips. He felt that the little fat man was about to break into pieces.

"Come back, boy!" Professor Hooch shouted.

But Neville had no control over his broom and continued to fly straight up. The momentum was like a bottle of Coke that had been shaken violently and then had the cap opened.

Yang Mei estimated that he had flown about twenty feet high. This was not the limit of flying, but it was Neville's limit.

His usually purple face was now as pale as a ghost, and every eyebrow told of his fear.

"It seems he can no longer hold the broom." Yang Mei said.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone saw Neville sliding down the side of the broom handle and then falling with a bang!

"What, what is this?" Many young wizards were puzzled about the thing under Neville's body.

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be an inflatable mattress," said Hermione.