A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 46 Flying Lesson (two chapters in one)
It was a sunny, breezy day, and a group of people walked down the sloping field to a flat lawn outside the Forbidden Forest, where they were going to take their first flying lesson.

Dozens of flying broomsticks were neatly placed on the grass. They were all worn out and old, with some branches protruding in all directions. They were old antiques many years ago.

Before the Gryffindor students came, Ms. Hooch, the flying teacher, was already standing there waiting.Her hawk-like yellow eyes looked over and said without delay, "Everyone stand next to a broomstick, quick!"

The group stood still obediently, and Owen heard Draco mutter softly beside him: "With this kind of antique broomstick, don't we really need to write a suicide note in advance? I suspect that when it flies into the air, will disintegrate..."

Ms. Hooch's stern eyes glanced over, causing him to hold back his words, and his lips moved slightly silently.

Owen nodded indiscriminately, watching a row of Gryffindor students coming from a distance, but thinking about some messy things in his heart.

"In other words, regardless of whether the accident in the flying class will happen or not, Harry should not even think about joining the Quidditch team in advance." He thought amusedly, "Professor Snape doesn't have the intention to treat him specially, unless Harry's mother came back as a ghost... tsk tsk."

When Owen was thinking wildly, he felt a series of substantive eyes focusing on him.He raised his eyes and glanced at the opposite side, and saw Gryffindor students looking at him with sharp and provocative eyes. If Mrs. Hooch was not present, they probably wanted to pull out their wands and start a fight on the spot.

No way, since Peeves blocked a lot of people at the door of the Gryffindor lounge that day, Owen, who was mistaken for the instigator behind the scenes, has really received a lot of criticism.Everyone wanted to get back on him, especially the students who were the same age as him, and they were also taught by Owen the most...

Although she had made it clear to Miss Hermione Granger in the library, Hermione was really not welcome in Gryffindor at the moment.Perhaps because she lacked a sense of security when she first entered the magic world, she was eager to show off the knowledge she possessed and wanted to gain the approval of others, but this would instead give people the impression of being arrogant, complacent, and meddling in other people's business. As for her, she has no friends in the college until now.

Harry was able to meet and become friends with her in the library early, probably because the library needs quietness and "distance produces beauty".

At this time, Hermione was one of the few Gryffindor students who did not stare at Owen.In fact, the little witch is looking anxiously at the broomstick next to her, reciting the flying tips from the book.

Neville Longbottom on the other side also had no interest in provoking Owen. He was so nervous that his whole body was trembling slightly, and his eyes were straightened.But Ron Weasley beside him was not showing any timidity at all. He was staring at Owen fiercely with his eyes widened at this time, looking like a hamster about to burst into flames.

"Uh, I have a headache..." Owen grinned slightly, the days of being surrounded or watching are really enough.He didn't want to really live up to the stupid title of "Gryffindor Buster".

"I don't know if Neville Longbottom will have an accident like the original plot. If so, this is an opportunity to ease the relationship." Owen looked at Neville whose legs were trembling, thoughtfully think.Looking at the other party's posture, the custody will be out later, and the moth did not run away.

He didn't really care about improving his relationship with the Gryffindors, but it would be good if it could save trouble.Owen has always hated getting into unnecessary trouble, and if he can save a child from being injured, he is also willing to do it.

"How can a friendly person like me become the public enemy of a group of children?" Owen shook his head secretly, "It's all Peeves' fault, and I don't take the blame."

At this time, Ms. Huo Qi's voice reached my ears: "Stretch out your right hand, put it on the broomstick, and say: Get up!"

"Get up!" Owen yelled absently, as his broom neatly jumped into his hands.It has to be said that he is indeed very proficient in flying.

There are only a few who behave like him, including Harry, Draco, and Blaise.Daphne's broom jumped up and down like a dying fish, and then fell limply. Across the way, Hermione's broom turned lazily on the ground, and Neville's broom didn't move at all.

After all the broomsticks barely jumped into everyone's hands, Ms. Hooch began to demonstrate how to ride on the broomsticks, and then corrected everyone's finger grip, and then came the test flight.

Then, before Ms. Hooch blew the whistle, the familiar scene happened.Neville flew into the sky like an arrow from the string, and flew straight into the sky like a champagne cork, which caused a lot of exclamation from the crowd.

"Come back, kid!" Ms. Hooch was flustered by the sudden situation, and hurriedly chased in the direction of Neville's flight.

At this time, it was almost just Neville's front and rear feet that had just jumped into the sky. Owen, who had been prepared for a long time, kicked his feet on the ground and flew into the sky with a "whoosh".

"Ouch, come back!" Ms. Huo Qi tiredly raised her hand and scratched.

Owen was fully focused at this moment, chasing Neville's high-flying figure closely like he was chasing a golden snitch.The wind whistled in his ears, ruffled his hair, and made him feel comfortable.

He saw Neville looking back down in horror, his pupils constricted in fear; he saw Neville gasping for breath as he slowly slid down from the broomstick...

When Neville's body began to fall, Owen leaned his body forward, and the broomstick accelerated again as if in response, and finally caught up with the opponent before the opponent completely slid off the broom.

Owen grabbed Neville's left arm, looked at Neville's terrified face, tears in the corners of his eyes, and an annoyed and cowardly expression, and fell silent for a while.The action that was going to pull Neville directly to the ground also stopped.

He changed direction and let the two of them, who were flying vertically, begin to glide forward in parallel at high altitude.

"Hold on to the broom in your hand!" Owen's voice was not high-pitched, but his calm and clear voice reached Neville's ears verbatim, calming his flustered mind slightly.

"Ah?" The tears in the corners of Neville's eyes finally rolled down, he gasped and looked at Owen, but his right hand instinctively followed his words and grabbed the broom handle that was about to slide down.

"Very well, straighten your posture, as Ms. Hooch said." Owen nodded and said encouragingly.

With trembling lips, Neville struggled to adjust his sitting position on the broomstick.After scanning the far ground with his eyes, he was in a daze for a moment, his face became paler, and his body began to tremble again.

"Don't think about the ground, think about your broom." Owen's voice was like a free bird singing in the high-altitude wind, clear and sweet, "It can feel your heart, your will... If you don't believe It, it also fears and dreads, and panics and doubts itself. As long as you believe in it, it will have the same trust and return in you."

Seeing Neville's still flustered expression, Owen smiled slightly: "It is also longing for your trust, Neville Longbottom."

Hearing these words, Neville's expression changed, and a determined look flashed in those eyes that were always timid and unconfident.He clamped the broom tightly as if he knew no teacher, and firmly grasped the handle of the broom with both hands, and his body that was staggering from side to side slowly stabilized.

He knew what it was like not to be trusted, and even more what it was like to crave the trust of others.In fact, he's always yearning for trust, for recognition, but he feels like he can't do anything... But if something else is yearning for his trust like he yearns for someone else, what right is he To live up to each other?

Owen let go of his hand slowly, seeing Neville flying in front of him smoothly, he nodded in satisfaction.

"Look, can't you do a good job?" he said with a chuckle.

Neville turned his head and found that Owen had let go of his hand.His expression suddenly became flustered, and his stable body began to crumble again.

"Remember what I said, trust it, not me." Owen's expression became serious, "I'm not taking you flying!"

Neville gritted his teeth and stabilized his body. He glanced at the ground with some dizziness. He saw that the two were about to fly into the Forbidden Forest. Son, fly towards the field.

Gradually he felt more comfortable, and the broomstick seemed to convey the same will to him, which was a free and carefree will.He grinned slowly, with two tear stains on his face, and smiled a little funny but brilliantly.

"You see, in fact, whether it is flying or magic, they are all the same." Owen continued, "Whether it is your broom or your wand, they are always waiting for your trust. Without your trust, They can't do anything..."

He knew that the child was not stupid, but lacked self-confidence because of memory problems.At this time, it is not feasible for him to become confident, but if he starts from the empathy of the other party and makes him trust his wand, this is the most effective way.

"Ha, I'm really a great educator." Owen joked to himself in his heart.

"Thank you." Neville nodded, eyes shining brightly.He paused and called the other party's name: "Thank you, Owen."

"You're welcome." Owen shook his head, saw Ms. Hooch following them around on the ground with sharp eyes, and grinned, "Now you should think about Ms. Hooch."

The two looked at each other and slowly fell towards the ground.Although Neville's body was still tense, he flew smoothly.

……

Just as the two were rushing to the sky, the crowd standing on the field also became rioted.

Ms. Huo Qi didn't care about talking to them, and she hurriedly chased the two people in the air, and her figure ran further and further away.

"Hahaha, have you seen his face, that big fool?" Draco couldn't help but laugh out loud, clutching his stomach, he thought Neville's expression was really funny. "By the way, why is Owen going to join in the fun? Who doesn't want to see if he will fall off?"

"Who doesn't want to see it? Haha..." Pansy Parkinson agreed, and Crabbe and Goyle nodded like chickens pecking at rice.Daphne frowned and looked away, Blaise hugged his shoulders and turned his face to the other side indifferently.

"I don't want to, Draco!" Harry said irritably.Malfoy's appearance made him think of his classmates in Muggle school, those guys who followed Dudley to bully him.He felt that he was now an accomplice to bullying, and the discovery made him discouraged and angry.

"I don't think there's anything ridiculous about this kind of thing. He might break his leg or even his neck... Owen is right!" Harry explained as calmly as possible.

"What are you talking about?" Draco's expression turned ugly instantly.He felt like Harry was always like that, fond of contradicting what he said, and disrespecting himself in front of a group of people.

Together with his reverse psychology, he ran directly to where Neville was before, and found a shiny glass ball from the grass.

"Oh, I know this, Rememeball!" he said loudly, his gray eyes fixed on Harry, and he said arrogantly, "Let me see, put it in a tree for Longbottom to pick up... …I thought it was a good idea."

"Don't do that, Draco," Harry said resignedly.

"Don't make trouble, Harry!" Malfoy said loudly, "You're always against me!"

"I'm not against you, it's just that you didn't do it right!" Harry also said loudly.The people around watched them quarreling, feeling a little helpless for a moment.

"Did I do it wrong? Huh? Find out who you are! That stupid big man who favors Gryffindor is fine, and he's always hanging out with that little Mudblood named Granger in the library..." Della Coe spoke sharply.

Hermione looked at him in surprise, her lips turning white.

"How dare you say that word!" The Gryffindor students exploded instantly, pulling out their wands all at once.Slytherin has always defended his shortcomings, and a group of people followed suit and drew their wands.

"Hehe..." Draco kicked his feet on the ground and flew straight into the air where he couldn't hit from the ground, shouting loudly, "Come and hit me, let's see if my dad will send you out of school!" Expulsion! I changed my mind, I want to see how high this memory ball can be dropped from the sky before it shatters..."

Harry was angry and impatient. He was no longer a novice who knew nothing about the wizarding world. Of course he knew how insulting the term "Mudblood" was.He didn't care about thinking, and directly kicked off the ground and flew opposite Draco: "Give it to me, Draco Malfoy!"

"It's none of your business!" Draco exclaimed angrily.

"Of course it has something to do with me!" Harry blushed with anger, and yelled, "What are you doing? Laughing at others, taking or destroying things from classmates, and insulting classmates? Bullying!"

"So what? I didn't bully you, you should be thankful for that." Draco stared arrogantly at the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead.

"Should I be happy, and then become your accomplice who bullies others?" Harry's face darkened, but his expression became quite powerful in an instant, "Very well, then let me tell you, I can't do such a thing! I don't As rich and powerful as you are, you don't feel like you can do whatever you want. I know what a hateful thing you are doing, because I was also one of the bullies."

"That's right, being taken away of my things XZ, being laughed at for my baggy clothes and glasses covered with tape, being chased and running around the school, being isolated by my classmates... I have experienced all these things." He looked into Draco's eyes, "I know exactly how painful and depressing that is."

"In my opinion, bullying is really the worst and most shameful thing you can do," Harry said coldly, and then held out a hand, "Now, give me the Remembrall, Draco! "

Draco stared at him gaping, annoyed and bewildered.His expression changed again and again, then he directly gritted his teeth and raised the memory ball in his hand, throwing it high.

"Then go and get it yourself!" he shouted angrily, and flew straight to the ground.

Harry couldn't care about him anymore, he stared at the glass ball tightly, leaned forward and accelerated his dive.Amidst the screams of the audience, he firmly caught the memory ball at a height of one foot from the ground, then straightened the broom, glided close to the ground for a certain distance, and landed firmly on the grass.

"My God! What are you doing? Ah?" Ms. Huo Qi's voice came from afar, with panic and anger in her tone.

Owen and Neville followed behind her, looking curiously at the chaotic venue.

(End of this chapter)