Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"Okay, as soon as I whistle, you kick your legs off the ground and kick hard," Ms. Hooch said, "hold the broom firmly, rise a few feet, then lean forward slightly, and fall vertically back to the ground. Listen to my whistle—three—”

"Whoosh!"

Before Ms. Huo Qi finished speaking, she saw a sturdy figure riding a broom, like a sharp arrow off the string, soaring into the sky. It turned out that Neville was too nervous, afraid of being left on the ground, so before the whistle sounded, he started the fire ahead of time.

"Oh! Merlin's beard, come back, boy!"

Seeing the scene in front of her, Ms. Hooch yelled hastily, but Neville could no longer hear her, and flew straight up, as if the cork was being ejected from a bottle. Twelve feet, twenty feet...

Clark saw his terrified, pale face looking down at the rapidly receding ground, saw him panting with his mouth open, slipped off the side of the broomstick, and—

"Ah-ah-"

"Boom—"

With a crash and a dull impact, Neville lay face down in the grass on the ground, huddled into a ball. Fortunately, there was a thick soft cushion under his body, and it had only rained last night, so the soil on the grass was soft enough, so he survived.

But his broomstick was still rising higher and higher, and then began to drift slowly towards the Forbidden Forest and disappeared.

Ms Hooch bent over Neville, her face as pale as Neville's.

"Broken wrist," Harry heard her whisper. "It's all right, kid — it's all right, you get up."

She turned to look at the rest of the class.

"I'm taking this kid to the hospital, and none of you are allowed to move! Put the broomsticks back where they belong, or you'll be kicked out of Hogwarts before you can even say 'quidditch'! That's right , What a beautiful Transfiguration Charm, Mr Prewett, 10 points for Gryffindor."

"Let's go, dear." Her last words were to Neville, and the poor fellow, tear-stained, clutching his wrist, limped away with Ms. Hooch.

As soon as they were out of hearing, Malfoy burst out laughing.

"Did you see that face on him, that big fool?"

The other Slytherins echoed.

"Shut up, Malfoy," said Parvati Patil sharply.

"Yo? Protecting Longbottom?" said Pansy Parkinson, an ugly Slytherin girl. "Didn't expect you to like chubby little tearbags, Patil."

"nonsense!"

"Look!" said Malfoy, rushing to grab something from the grass. "That big fool Longbottom's grandma gave it to him."

He held up the memory ball, which glistened in the sunlight.

At this moment, Clark picked up the cushion that had caught Neville just now, and with a slight shake, it changed back into the robe again. It was he who used his robe to perform the Transfiguration just now, which ensured Neville's safety.

Clark actually wanted to use the Levitation Charm, but he had already tried it before. The Levitation Charm was not effective for objects moving at high speed, and the subject had to not resist, so he switched to the Transfiguration Charm.

"I advise you to be kind!" Clark held the robe still covered with grass clippings and dirt in his hands, his tone was neither hasty nor slow, and he couldn't hear the joy or anger, but it still brought great pressure to Malfoy.

As soon as he spoke, everyone stopped talking and looked at Malfoy.

Malfoy's face was blue and white, and there should be a battle between heaven and man in his heart, but when he saw Clark's indifferent face, for some reason, an uncontrollable hatred still emerged.

"You can't scare me!" Malfoy grinned hideously. "How about I put it somewhere for Longbottom to pick it up—in a tree—?"

talking,

Before Clark could do anything, he hopped on his broom and flew. It seems that what Malfoy said before is not bragging, at least he really knows how to ride a broom.

"Come and catch me, bastard! You're not much better than me." Malfoy yelled in mid-air, staring at Clark viciously. It seemed that he was at home and was often compared with "other people's children".

Clark drew his wand, but the alert Malfoy flew higher. This made him shake his head helplessly, slap Harry on the back, and decide it's you.

"It's your turn! Harry, go up and knock him down." Clarke's words made Harry's heart surge, and he immediately grabbed the broom.

"No!" Hermione yelled at Harry, glaring at Clark. "Ms. Hooch told us not to move - you're going to get us all in trouble."

But Harry ignored her, the blood pounding his eardrums.

At Clark's urging, he got on his broomstick and kicked the ground hard, so he was up there, the air whirring through his hair, his robes whirring behind him, and it was a wonderful feeling.

Harry's heart suddenly burst into ecstasy, and he realized that he had discovered a skill that he could teach himself-it turned out that riding a broom was not difficult.

He lifted the broom a little bit higher, and he heard the screams and gasps of the girls from the ground, and Ron's cry of admiration.

Dragon begets dragon, phoenix begets phoenix, and Jaime's son will take flight.

Harry surprised him by turning his broom sharply, facing Malfoy in the air.

"Bring it here," Harry called, "or I'll knock you off the broom."

"Oh, really?" Malfoy sneered disdainfully, their family is not a poor man who can't afford a broomstick, and he has nearly 100 hours of flying lessons. In his opinion, an idiot like Harry Potter, who is just getting started, will definitely not be able to beat him.

However, Harry's next performance gave Malfoy a big surprise. This guy seemed to know what to do by nature.

He leaned forward, gripping the broom tightly with both hands, and it shot at Malfoy like a javelin. Malfoy thought it would be enough for him to be able to float in the air, but he didn't expect that he really rushed over. He didn't have time to react at all, so he could only reluctantly fall to the side, like hiding in a kick in equestrianism, dodging to dodge past.

Harry brushed past him, turned around abruptly, grabbed the broom firmly, and stared at him intently. The moment just now gave him confidence, and several people below were applauding.

"You don't have Crabbe and Goyle here, Malfoy," Harry called.

After hearing this, Malfoy agreed with him, but looking at Clark who seemed to be laughing at him below, he still gritted his teeth, chose to retreat strategically, and flew in the opposite direction. When Harry saw this, he leaned over and tightly followed closely behind him.