Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"Okay, as soon as I whistle, you kick your legs off the ground, pushing hard," Ms. Hooch said, "hold the broom steady, raise it a few feet, and then lean forward slightly and drop back to the ground vertically. Hear my whistle—three—”

"Whoosh!"

Before Ms. Huo Qi finished her words, she saw a sturdy figure riding a broom, like a sharp arrow from the string, dashing into the sky. It turned out that Neville was too nervous, for fear of being left on the ground, so he started early without waiting for the whistle to sound.

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

Seeing the scene in front of her, Ms. Hooch hurriedly shouted, but Neville could no longer hear her voice, and flew straight up, like a cork was sprayed out of a bottle. Twelve feet, twenty feet...

Clark saw his terrified, pale face looking down at the ground speeding away, saw him gasp with his mouth open, slide down the side of the broom handle, and—

"Ah-ah-"

"Bang—"

There was a fall, a dull crash, and Neville lay face down in the grass on the ground, huddled up. Fortunately, there was a thick soft cushion under him, plus it rained last night, and the soil of the grass was soft enough that he survived.

However, his broom was still rising higher and higher, and then it began to slowly drift towards the forbidden forest and disappeared.

Ms. Hooch leaned over to look at Neville, her face as pale as Neville's.

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

She turned to look at the other students in the class.

"I'm taking this kid to the hospital, and none of you are allowed to move! Put the brooms back in their place, or else you'll be kicked out of Hogwarts before you can say 'Quidditch'! By the way! , what a beautiful transfiguration spell, Mr. Prewett, 10 points for Gryffindor."

"Come on, dear." Her last words were to Neville, the poor fellow with tears on his face, clutching his wrists and limping off with Lady Hooch.

They had just gone out of hearing when Malfoy burst into laughter.

"Have you seen his face, the big stupid one?"

The other Slytherin students chimed in.

"Shut up, Malfoy," Parvati Patil snapped.

"Yo Hu? Protecting Longbottom?" said Pansy Parkinson, an ugly-looking Slytherin girl, "I didn't expect you to like a chubby little tearbag, Patil."

"Nonsense!"

"Look!" Malfoy said, rushing to grab something on the lawn. "It was given to him by that big fool Longbottom's grandmother."

He held up the memory ball, which gleamed in the sun.

At this time, Clark picked up the cushion that caught Neville just now, and with a slight shake, it changed back to the shape of a robe. It was he who performed Transfiguration with his robe just now, which ensured Neville's safety.

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

"I advise you to be kind!" Clark held the robe with grass clippings and dirt in his hand, his tone was slow, he couldn't hear the anger, but it still brought great pressure to Malfoy.

As soon as he opened his mouth, everyone stopped talking and looked at Malfoy.

Malfoy's face was green and white, and he must be fighting between heaven and man, but when he saw Clark's indifferent face, for some reason, an uncontrollable hatred still emerged.

"You can't scare me!" Malfoy grinned hideously. "I'm going to put it somewhere and have Longbottom pick it up—put it on a tree—how about it?"

Saying that, before Clark could make a move, he immediately jumped on his broom and flew. It looked like Malfoy's old words weren't bragging, at least he really knew how to ride a broom.

"Come and catch me, bastard! You're not much better than me." Malfoy shouted in the air, staring at Clark fiercely. It seemed that he was at home and was often compared to "other people's children".

Clark drew his wand, but a wary Malfoy flew higher. This made him only 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." Clark's words made Harry's heart surge, and he immediately grabbed the broom.

"No!" Hermione glared at Clark and shouted at Harry, "Ms. Hooch told us not to move - you're going to cause trouble for us all."

However, Harry ignored her, the blood pounding against his eardrums.

At Clark's instigation, he got on his broom and kicked the ground hard, so he rose up, the air whizzed through his hair, and the robe fluttered behind him, which was a wonderful feeling.

Harry's heart suddenly burst into ecstasy, and he realized that he had discovered a skill he could learn without a teacher - it turns out that riding a broom is not difficult. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

He lifted the broom a little more, making it fly higher, and he heard the girls screaming and panting from the ground, and Ron's admiration.

Dragon begets dragon, phoenix begets phoenix, James' son will fly into the air.

Harry turned his broom sharply around to face Malfoy in the air, startling him.

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

"Oh, is that right?" Malfoy sneered disdainfully, their family is not a poor man who can't buy a broom, and he has nearly 100 hours of flying lessons. In his opinion, a fool like Harry Potter who just got started would 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 the broom shot at Malfoy like a javelin. Malfoy thought it was enough for him to be able to float in the air, but he didn't expect him to really rush over. past.

Harry brushed past him, turned around abruptly, grabbed the broom firmly, and looked at him sternly. The blow just now gave him confidence, and there were a few people applauding below.

"There's no Crabbe and Goyle here to keep you safe, Malfoy," Harry shouted.

Malfoy listened and agreed with his point of view in his heart, but looking at Clark who seemed to be laughing at him below, he gritted his teeth, chose a strategic retreat, and flew in the opposite direction. followed closely behind him.