Dark Lord, please let go

Hearing the low murmur in his ear, Draco shivered unconsciously. He thought of getting along with Tom Riddle in the orphanage. This guy was not as friendly and friendly as he appeared on the surface, he was simply a lunatic.Think of his poor broken wand, and think of Tom's face every time he threatens himself with a snake.

Damn Draco had forgotten Tom's true colors because of Tom's constant smile.

Letting go of Draco's arms, Tom looked at Leslie of Gryffindor, "Are you... Leslie of Gryffindor? Is there something wrong?"

Leslie's face flushed red, as if he had been slapped a few times. He had just finished saying that Tom would no longer be friends with Draco, and Tom warmly welcomed Draco back to class. At this moment, Leslie was embarrassed want to get into the hole.He opened his mouth to say something, but Tom cut him off.

"Gentlemen, the professor is here."

Skeeter, their flying lesson professor, came from afar.He was dressed in simple black robes and carried a brand new broomstick in his hand.

"I am your flying professor, you can call me Professor Skeeter." His sharp eyes swept over all the students present, "Now, stand on the left side of your broom."

After all the students stood neatly, Professor Skeeter continued: "Now, stretch out your right hands, put them on top of the broom, and say 'get up' to it!"

Draco glanced at the broomstick lying on the ground, and then it seemed to him that he had made a mistake in looking forward to flying lessons.The broom couldn't tell its age, it was tattered, and a large part of the twig at the end of the broom was poked out.His father gave him a Nimbus 2001, and Draco, who had used Nimbus 2001, was so likely to see a broken broom like the school.

"What are you doing, Draco?" Kasim glanced at Draco who was frowning at the broomstick, and joked, "Are you nervous because you haven't played with the broomstick before?"

"Of course not." Draco smirked at Kasim, "My flying skills are probably the best among all the freshmen." He had no doubts about this.There is no scar-headed savior now, and he is not at all worried that the damned savior will steal his limelight.

After speaking, Draco looked at his broom and shouted, "Get up!"

As expected, the lousy broom jumped right into Draco's hands without hesitation, and Draco rarely does it right the first time.

It was only when Kasim yelled "Get up" a second time that the broom jumped into his hand; while Devlin's broom had been lying on the ground, motionless, and seemed to have no will to jump up and fly; as for Tom Riddle , Draco couldn't help laughing when he saw Tom's broom rolling around and around on the ground.

He didn't know until now that this Tom with extraordinary magical talent was not omnipotent, at least he would never get a higher score than Draco in the flying class.

After everyone picked up their brooms smoothly, Professor Skeeter showed them how to ride on the brooms, and helped them correct their posture one by one.

"Okay, now you are all riding on your own broomsticks. When I whistle, you will kick the ground vigorously. After flying a few feet, you will lean forward slightly and fall back to the ground." Professor Skeeter took He picked up the golden whistle hanging around his neck and put it to his mouth, and blew hard.

Draco kicked his feet on the ground, and then flew steadily into the air.It felt really good, the wind blowing his hair, his robes rustling in the wind, and he felt like he was back on the Quidditch field.

"I'm starting to hate flying lessons!" As soon as Draco lowered his head, he saw Devlin who was flying up tremblingly from below, complaining non-stop, and beside him was Tom who was progressing at the same pace as him. Like suffering from convulsions, shaking non-stop.Tom frowned and kept staring at his broom, for fear that it would be disobedient and throw him off.

After laughing enough, Draco descended on the broom, "You two need to relax, don't let the broom think you're scared."

"I'm not afraid of it, but no!" Devlin's broom began to spin in the air, with no sign of staying where it was. "Who can stop it!"

Kasim also flew over. Although he was not as skilled as Draco, he was very good for the first flying lesson.

"Baby Devlin, what game are you playing?" Kassim smiled as he watched Devlin riding a broom in circles, then laughed aside, and even the other Slytherin students followed Kassim Smiling at Devlin, Draco saw Devlin's face start to flush.

And Tom Riddle had finally reached the same height as Draco, and Tom had been frowning ever since he got on the broomstick. "Draco." He turned his head and looked at Draco, who was preparing to fly higher, and said, "It seems that you fly well, did you often fly before?"

Draco didn't notice it for a while, nodded subconsciously, and then suddenly remembered that this was in 1938, and said with a subterranean tone, "Oh, not really, but my father flies very well, I got it from his genetic."

"Okay, stay in the air now and don't fly around." Professor Skeeter shouted, and then flew over to help Devlin who was still circling to stop. "Everyone leaned forward slightly, and then slowly returned to the ground."

Draco easily stood on the ground again, but he was a little disappointed with the flying lessons. He hoped that Professor Skeeter would allow them to fly freely in the air instead of just flying to the height of a tree. Even if Longbottom came at that height, he wouldn't break his arm.

After the worst Gryffindor student was back on the lawn, Professor Skeeter nodded in satisfaction. "Remember, relax, lean on the broom, and pay attention to your grip." He corrected the posture of a few students who were poor at flying, and Draco found that Leslie happened to be one of them, and then he started to rush smirked at Leslie.

Although Draco was 22 years old, he still felt that the Gryffindor kid who had been provoking him should be taught a lesson, or that he was born at odds with the Gryffindor students and liked to watch them suffer.

After correcting it several times, Professor Skeeter let them fly again, and this time he specifically allowed several students to fly freely, including Draco.

"But you must pay attention to your posture. If you fall off the broom because of your stupidity, then I will have you stay on the ground and watch others fly in the next flying lesson."

After getting permission from Professor Skeeter, Draco flew into the air at once, and he even started to do the dangerous moves he used to do in the Quidditch match, and the people who flew up with him were startled .

"My God, he's a Slytherin...Malfoy? Isn't he? How can he fly so well?"

"Oh, I didn't expect Draco to be able to fly so well. He will definitely be on the Quidditch team when he reaches the second grade. I swear, everyone will be shocked when he comes to the competition."

Both Slytherin students and Gryffindor students are envious of Draco's flying talent, and they can only fly slowly at low altitudes.

When Draco flew enough, he landed slowly and stopped beside Tom.Tom's broom just stopped steadily in the air. Although it didn't shake like the first time, it didn't look like it was flying, it just stopped there smoothly, motionless.

"Tom, you have to move, or you'll never be able to fly very well." Draco raised his chin, looking at Tom like a proud peacock.

Tom held the broom tightly with both hands, but smiled indifferently on his face, "I think this is fine, I don't need to fly like you, I just want to pass this class."

Draco raised his eyebrows. It seems that Tom hates flying very much. You must know that he is like an obsessive-compulsive disorder patient, forcing himself to be excellent in every class, but now he only needs one flight class. pass.

"You can continue to fly to Draco, you don't need to stay here with me." Tom's eyes softened, he smiled at Draco who still hadn't flown away, "Are you worried about me, Draco ?”

"...You're thinking too much, Tom." Draco paused for a moment while smoothing out his hair, "I'm just afraid that you'll cause trouble for the professor if you fall off the broom."

Tom lazily looked at Draco who was smirking, "I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you, I won't fall."

As Tom said, he did not fall, until the end of the flying lesson, he was riding a broomstick to stop steadily in the air, until Professor Skeeter let all the students return to the ground.

After class, Leslie didn't continue to find fault with Draco. I'm afraid he also noticed Draco's performance in the flying class and had to leave in despair.

On the way back to the castle, Draco and the others were stopped by the Slytherin seniors.

A long and stout boy kept looking at several people, and then asked with a heavy breath: "Just now in the flight lesson, who is flying? That's amazing! I'm going to ask Slug Professor Horne, I'm going to put him in the team."

Draco froze for a moment, he didn't expect that the privilege of joining the team in the first year, which was exclusive to the Scarhead Savior, would fall on him.

The other people on the side were also happy for Draco, and Devlin wanted to praise Draco to the sky, "Senior, you are talking about Draco, he flew very well in the flying class, even Professor Skeeter Said he was a natural Quidditch player."

Several seniors finally set their sights on Draco, but they saw the familiar platinum-blonde hair, "Oh, you are Draco Malfoy? Abraxas often mentions you."

"I'm Draco." Draco nodded reluctantly. He hoped that Abraxas would not mention him, otherwise his great-grandfather would come to Hogwarts to make trouble for him at some point.