Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

“God, why the Broom Flight Class has to go with the Slytherin.” Looking at the notice on the Gryffindor common room wall, Ron and the other young lions mourned.

As for the Slytherin side, they are all keen to talk about Quiddich. With the exception of Malfoy, he is only interested in flying. As for the movement of this Wizarding World, he doesn’t catch a cold. When Narvinsa was absent at home, he was almost addicted, so he is not excited at the moment.

“Why don’t you talk about your experience.” Pansy is also curious.

“Nothing to say.” Malfoy shook his head.

“Nothing.” Pansy picked up his lips. Obviously very dissatisfied with this answer.

“Draco wants to talk about his adventures on a broom!” Pansy suddenly loudly shouted.

At that time, a lot of Slytherin students came round. Slytherin worshipped the strong. Malfoy, who earned a lot of points for Slytherin a few days before the start of school, is naturally the strongest of these little snakes. It is also known as pure-blood. Family. They are naturally very interested in Malfoy’s experience, especially when it comes to broomstick.

“Hey…” Malfoy pretended to be thinking, and he was writing a slightly more reasonable story. Then he stunned Pansy.

Pansy also gave him a sinister smile.

“In the forbidden place in our house..” Malfoy started his storytelling.

Malfoy, who was deeply influenced by online novels in the past, easily compiled a reasonable story, which caused the snakes to marvel.

At the end of the story, Pansy also secretly secretly asked: “Will I go to your home next time or go there to play?”

Malfoy expressionless said: “I just edited it.”

Pansy’s face collapsed: “Then you are still true.”

“I haven’t found your account yet. Who do you think I asked for?”

“I suddenly remembered Professor McGonagall’s homework. I haven’t finished yet.” Pansy found an excuse to slip away.

“and many more.”

“Oh.” Pansy slowly lowered his head and made a look that I knew was wrong. You will punish me casually.

“Little witch.” Knowing that acting Malfoy can only be smothered.

“Let’s eat more sugar, block your mouth, and talk less later.” Asked Malfoy to take out a few packs of gorgeous candy on the outside. Stuffed in the hands of Pansy.

I have to say that Narcissa sent the snacks to Malfoy too hard.

Pansy stares at Malfoy.

“Don’t get me wrong, you can understand that I am bribing you, and I can’t finish the sugar alone.” Malfoy explained with some frustration.

“The mouth is the wrong thing. If you look at your sincerity, I will accept it with compassion.” But Pansy’s sparkling eyes have sold her, and there are more than one person who is obviously guilty.

Never underestimate the lethality of sweets for girls.

Soon it was the afternoon that all the students were looking forward to, this is the time of Broom Flight Class! The weather is beautiful, the weather is very good, sunny and not hot. Even the students with the breeze blowing over the Gryffindor hurried down the steps and walked towards the flat lawn opposite the field. The grass was slightly waved under their feet. On the lawn is the forest, and the trees in the distance are swaying in the wind.

Slytherin’s students are already there, and twenty broomsticks are neatly discharged to the ground.

Their teacher, Madam Hooch, is here. She has a short gray hair and her eyes are yellow, like the eyes of an eagle.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” she snapped. “Everyone stands next to a broomstick. Fast, fast, hurry.”

Looking at the broom under his feet, Malfoy shook his head.

Some of the branches on the old broom were poked out in disorder, and some dust was attached to the handle.

“Because of the luxury, it is difficult to get into luxury,” Malfoy thought.

“Extend the right hand and put it on top of the broom,” Madam Hooch shouted in front. “And then said, ‘Get up!.'”

“Get up!” everyone shouted. Malfoy is also pretending to do the same, and for those who are already very skilled, it is a torture to do such exercises. So Malfoy can only choose negative absenteeism.

Madam Hooch showed them how to ride a broom without slipping from the head. She walked around the team and gave them the correct grip.

Harry and Ron, like the other students, are still doing the usual steps to follow Damam Hooch’s orders.

Hermione was a little uncomfortable. She was still holding the “Quidditch Through the Ages” and she didn’t seem to be very good at sports.

As for Neville’s body, he was shaking, and there were a few sweat beads hanging on his face. From the weather, he only said that he is very nervous.

“Well, I whistled, and you slammed your legs and left the ground, you have to use force,” said Madam Hooch. “Stable the broom, rise a few feet, then lean forward slightly and fall back to the ground. Listen My whistle – three – two -“

However, Neville is too nervous. He doesn’t want to be laughed at by everyone. The inferior people always want to prove themselves. He waited for the whistle to touch the lips of Madam Hooch, and he slammed and flew up.

“Oh, poor Little Fatty.” Malfoy thought sympathetically.

“Come back, child!” said Madam Hooch.

However, it is clear that Neville can’t control his broom. Like a booster, Neville is flying higher and higher. He seems to think of his childhood’s unpleasant experience – being unintentionally falling from a tall building. Neville’s face was more white, and he only felt that his strength had to be hollowed out.

He grabbed the broom with death, but did not help, the power gradually lost from his body, and eventually the contact area between his hand and the broom was shorter and shorter, so that it completely fell off.

The tragedy seems to be about to happen.

“Wingardium Leviosa. Wingardium Leviosa.” Malfoy whispered the spells to Neville in the air. Only Pansy behind him heard it.

“Hey, look at it.” Neville, who should have fallen quickly, seems to have received resistance, and the speed of the fall is not as fast as he imagined.

“Thank God.” Madam Hooch quickly ran to the lawn where Neville landed. Check out his injuries.

“Miracle!” Madam Hooch exclaimed. Neville was hardly hurt. “But I still have to take you to the hospital to check it out.” Said Madam Hooch walking to the hospital with Neville, even if not injured, but Neville’s calf has been scared.

“No! My Remembrall, and my broom!” Neville seemed to remember what suddenly shouted.

“Remembrall Accio!” Malfoy had already seen something falling on the grass, so he now uses an Accio spell.

“I think it’s best to put these things in a bedroom like Broom Flight Class.” Malfoy handed Remembrall to Neville.

“Thank you, thank you.” Neville has no idea what to say.

“As for the broom, I think our savior has already gone to help you.”

Said Malfoy looking aside.

“No!” Hermione shouted, and Harry ignored her. The blood hit his eardrums and slammed. He immediately rode on the broomstick and slammed the ground, so he rose up and squirted air. Passing his hair, the robes fluttered behind him.

Neville’s broom is drifting in the direction of Forbidden Forest.

Harry only thought how free he was, he shared the same with the wind, as if nothing in the world could restrain him. Snape and those homework go to hell. Accelerate and accelerate! He is getting closer and closer to the broom. Until at your fingertips.

Harry reached out his hand. Just tried it! He held the worn broom tightly.

The students at Gryffindor cheered, and only Hermione was a little unhappy. Obviously still worried about his violation of the rules. As for the Slytherin students, they are even more unhappy because their heads are big.

Harry then manipulated the broom and landed on the grass. A bunch of young lions instantly surrounded the past and watched their heroes.

Harry was very proud. He finally found his innate talent. When he grabbed the broom and flew to the sky, it seemed that it was part of his body. He could do one one pleases. What a happy exercise.

“Harry Potter!” His heart suddenly sank. Professor McGonagall’s words made him fall from the clouds.

“I have been at Hogwarts for so many years – never -“

Professor McGonagall was so surprised that she couldn’t speak. Her glasses shone with angry rays of light. “-How dare you – you will break your neck -“

“Not his fault, Professor -“

“Shut up, Miss Patil -“

“He was trying to help Neville get the broom, Professor.” Even Hermione, who had just stopped speaking, explained it.

” Needless to say.”

Professor McGonagall strode toward the castle and Harry followed the machine mechanically.

“I will be fired?” Harry’s heart was tormented and he wanted to explain it and didn’t know where to start.

“History is always similar.” Malfoy watched McGonagall silently taking Harry away, and Gryffindor would soon have one more young Seeker.

“Do you say that the Savior will be fired?” Pansy pulled Malfoy’s robes.

“I don’t think so.” Malfoy said in a low voice.

“That’s really boring.” Pansy mumbled. “Right, what spells you just read, wand is useless.”

“A Levitation Charm.”

“Do you actually help a Gryffindor?”

“Let’s take this opportunity to practice wandless use spell that’s all.”

“Do you think I will believe?”

“Then how do you want me to explain?” Malfoy stared at Pansy.

Pansy just wanted to ask, only to remember that he was “bringing bribes” a lot of candy. Eat people’s mouth soft. “Don’t say it, don’t say it.” Pansy turned his head to the side, as if Malfoy had angered her.

“I can’t always say that I like him the most when I read a book in my life.” Malfoy thought.

Everyone wants to be Harry, but they may just be Neville. Who didn’t have a hero dream when he was young? Since there is ability, Malfoy is willing to give some appropriate help to this kind of little Fatty. In the last life, Neville’s last counterattack gave him even more incentives than Harry.

After all, most people may have been as ordinary or worse as Neville.