Harry Potter and the Virtue of Miss Potter

"Okay, okay, I'll try again, come up!" Hermione's broom moved on the ground, floated up a little but then fell back down.

"Come on up!" Malfoy caught his broom steadily.

"You need to add some emotion!" Madam Huoqi reminded her.

“Come up here! Oh!” Ron’s broom hit him directly in the face.

"Pfft, haha!" Harry laughed at Ron's silly antics.

"Shut up, Harry!"

“Hermione, I almost touched your hand just now. You could try… giving it a friendly nickname or something.” Wu Mu let the broom float in the air and sat steadily on it, keeping a close eye on Hermione beside him.

“Okay, um… Robert! Come on up!” Hermione casually came up with a name and said it, but the broom remained the same as before.

“Hermione, you could try something more intimate, like… Little Scroll.” After Wu Mu said the last name, Hermione’s broom did indeed float up and didn’t fall back down, but it didn’t make Hermione grab it at all.

"Uh! Looks like I'm not destined to fly with a broomstick." Hermione picked up her broom.

“Don’t say that, Hermione. It might have something to do with you being a Muggle,” said Hermione, who then put the broom back down.

“Little scroll! Come up!” Hermione changed her tone to sound similar to that of Ayam.

This time, Hermione finally managed to grab her broom.

"Listen carefully, once you've caught a broom, please ride on it." Seeing that quite a few students had already caught their brooms, Madam Huoqi continued the lesson a little further.

Everyone continued the lesson, each riding their own broom.

"When I whistle, you all jump up as high as you can, hold on tight so you don't slip down from behind, try to keep the broom stable, fly in the air for a while, then lean forward slightly and fly gently back to the ground. Okay, listen to my whistle, three, two..." Before Mrs. Hooch whistled, Neville took off ahead of time.

"Mr. Longbottom."

"Neville, come down quickly!"

“Mr. Longbottom,” Mrs. Hodge said, but Neville flew higher and higher.

"Get down, get down." After someone said this, Neville flew away with a "whoosh!"

"Neville!"

"Get down here right now!"

Neville sat on the broom, being tossed around and even spun around.

He crashed into a wall of the castle, tumbling back and forth several times before hurtling towards the ground. Just before hitting the ground, he suddenly crashed into the students and Madame Hooch.

“Mr. Longbottom!” Mrs. Hooch took out her wand and tried to stop Neville’s broom, but the broom was flying too fast, and there was no time to cast a spell on it.

Neville continued flying around until he reached a stone figure at the top, where his robes were hung on the weapon the stone figure was holding.

The students were all watching from below. How could a thin robe support the weight of an eleven or twelve-year-old child? Of course, the robe tore, and Neville was hung up by something on the wall again. But Neville wasn't prepared, and the robe fell off him, and he fell to the ground.

"Neville! How are you?" Wu Mu ran over, gently lifted Neville's head, and then supported Neville's back to help him sit up. "Oh my god! Your wrist is broken. Mrs. Hooch will take you to the infirmary later."

"Everyone, make way!" Mrs. Hooch rushed to Neville's side and squatted down.

"Madam Hooch, his wrist is broken."

“You go ahead, Wumu, poor child. Alright, stand up.” Madam Hooch helped Neville to his feet.

Malfoy saw the Memory Orb that Neville had dropped on the ground, picked it up, but did not return it to Neville.

"When I take these children to the infirmary, all of you stand still and don't fly around." After saying that, Madam Hooch left with Neville.

"Did you see that stupid face of his?" Malfoy tossed the memory ball up in the air with a smug look, then caught it.

"Draco! I think that should be Neville's magic ball. Please give it to me, thank you!" Imu wanted to hold the magic ball for Neville first.

“Sorry, Malfoy, I don’t think this is your business. I’m going to hide it and let him play a treasure hunt,” Malfoy said, climbing onto his broom and flying into the sky. “How about hiding it on the roof?”

Halfway through the flight, Malfoy turned around again. "What's wrong? Potter and Illum, can't you get them?" Hearing Malfoy's taunt, Harry also mounted his broomstick.

"Brother! This isn't safe!" Wu Mu exclaimed with concern.

“Harry! Don’t go!” Hermione said as well.

"Oh my god!" When Woomu saw that Harry wouldn't listen, she also got on her broom and flew up. Like Harry, she didn't fly very steadily, but she was faster than Harry. She stopped in front of Harry and blocked him.

"Brother, go back!"

"No, I have to get Neville back his Memory Ball!" Harry walked past Amy.

“Give it to me, Malfoy, or I’ll kick you off the broom!” Harry threatened him, but Malfoy was clearly much faster at flying.

"is it?"

Harry tried to snatch the memory ball.

"Heh, Potter, go ahead and get it!" Malfoy tried to throw the memory ball.

Wumu immediately rushed to Malfoy, trying to snatch the magic ball like Harry did. Malfoy flew up a little and threw it to the other side, and the direction he threw it was just right to hit Professor McGonagall's office window.