People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning.

Chapter 37 Malfoy's Curse
It was half past three that afternoon.

After the spells class, their flying class will be held in the field in front of the castle gate.

It was a sunny, breezy day.

There are a few white clouds shaped like sheep floating in the blue sky.

The fresh green grass rippled slightly under their feet as they hurried down the sloping lawn toward a flat lawn on the opposite side of the field.

Beyond the lawn was the forest, and in the distance dark trees swayed in the wind.

All the Slytherin students were already there, and there were twenty broomsticks neatly lined up on the ground.

The first thing Basil saw was Draco Malfoy.

The light blond hair shone golden in the sunlight.

He was thin and shrunken, standing next to Crabbe and Goyle.

He stared at the broom on the ground, wanting to touch it.

Basil couldn't help but think of his predecessor, the photo of Narcissa Malfoy he saw in Witch Weekly.

Much more beautiful than in the movies!
The tall figure, fair skin, long golden hair, cold face, straight nose, and thin lips that seemed to reveal sarcasm from time to time.

In the moving photos, the nose is raised high, with a proud expression as if he smelled something bad.

It was vaguely similar to the scene on the train when Draco Malfoy stretched out his hand with an expression as if giving alms.

If this face showed a pitiful expression like Draco's now.

Hiss! How about becoming Draco's stepfather after eliminating Lucius Malfoy?

"Narcissa, you don't want Draco to be an orphan and be bullied, do you?"

While thinking about the major events in his life, Bagir still smiled brightly, showing the temperament of a sunny and cheerful big boy.

Hermione, who had been muttering to herself and looking at the broom nervously, relaxed.

In her eyes, Bagir frowned slightly and looked a little melancholy.

But she is strong and independent, hiding everything with a hearty smile.

The breeze blew his golden hair, and the refreshing scent, like the scent of green grass after the rain, permeated her nostrils.

For a moment, she even forgot that not far away, their flying teacher, Madam Hooch, who had short gray hair and two yellow eagle-like eyes, was looking at them.

She shouted, "That brown-haired girl! What are you still dawdling about!"

"Everybody get next to a broomstick. Quick, quick, hurry up."

When she came to Bagel, who was still standing there motionless, her voice softened unconsciously.

"Child, come."

She picked up the best broom and walked up to Bagir.

"Here, your broom for this class. Class is about to start."

Bagir, who was daydreaming, came back to his senses.

The frail and cold face of Narcissa in her noblewoman's dress in his mind was overshadowed by the face of this masculine woman with yellow eagle eyes and an iron T-shirt.

Bagir resisted the urge to take a step back and took the broom with a calm expression.

He walked between the blushing Hermione and the jealous Ron.

Harry looked down at his broomstick. It was old and battered, with sticks sticking out of it.

I looked at Bagir's again. It was as clean as new, with neat branches forming the tail.

He suddenly understood how Ron felt.

"Why is Madam Hooch so gentle to you!" Ron muttered softly.

Neville, Seamus and Dean stood together, distracted.

Look at the broom in front of you as if it were a dangerous poisonous snake.

Basil looked at Neville.

This second savior.

In collective life, some students with similar interests, similar personalities, or similar living backgrounds often consciously or unconsciously form small groups.

That's how Gryffindor students like to break school rules.

Although there is screening by the Sorting Hat, it is also a manifestation of individuals being infected by the group.

That was why he hated the Sorting.

A person's character cannot be simply divided into four attributes.

After a month, their class formed small groups based on the complementary personalities of their classmates.

Even though Bagir deliberately moved closer.

Neville had become relatively distant from them without realizing it.

I played with Seamus and Dean, who lived in the next dormitory with sophomores.

The only three girls in the first year of Gryffindor, Hermione, Lavender, and Padma.

The three of them lived in the same dormitory, but Lavender and Padma hardly paid any attention to Hermione.

Instead, he played with Padma's twin sister, Parvati, who was in Ravenclaw.

He formed a small group with Harry and Ron, and Hermione joined as a pendant. "It seems that the production of Neville's Echo will be scrapped." Bagel sighed in his heart.

The flying lesson also officially began.

"Put your right hand on top of the broom handle," Madam Hooch called from the front, "and say, 'Get up!'"

"Get up!" Bagel's broom jumped obediently into his hands.

Same with Harry's.

To Basil's surprise, Draco Malfoy's broom was just as obedient.

Beside him, Crabbe and Goyle's brooms remained motionless.

Same with Neville's.

"It seems that Malfoy's ability to become a seeker later was not entirely due to his father."

Basil glanced at Ron again.

Ron's broom jumped into his hands as well.

He walked up to Neville and whispered, "The broom, like the horse, can tell the cowardice in you. You have courage, but it's clear that you'd rather be on the ground than in the air."

"Thank you, Basil." Neville nodded.

He closed his eyes and prepared to try again.

However, Madam Hooch seemed to be in a hurry.

She was unwilling to give time to other students, including Neville, who had not yet succeeded.

She hurriedly called a halt, "Okay, the broom call session is over."

"Please put the broom under your crotch."

she yelled at Seamus, who had a witch mother and a Muggle father and had never actually touched a broom.

"Don't worry, boy! It won't get stuck! The brooms are all cushioned."

Bagir, who had also never played with a broom, sat on it, and a comfortable and inclusive feeling enveloped his lower body.

The feeling was vague, as if touching soft clouds.

The invisible cushion created by magic is truly incomparable to any other filling!
This time he complained out loud: "No wonder broomsticks are so popular, they are so sizzling and comfortable!"

"Neville, you should try it too, it's very comfortable."

Neville sat on it tremblingly and did not move.

But as he touched the cushion, his expression relaxed.

Then Madam Hooch corrected each of them in their broom-holding positions.

But when it came to Malfoy, something changed.

Madam Hooch's repeated corrections and criticisms made Malfoy explode.

The negative emotions during this period came flooding back.

"Shut up, old woman! That's how the greatest Seeker of all time, Gwenog Jones, held his broom!"

Mrs. Huo Qi's first reaction was not anger, but surprise.

"You're a fan of the Holyhead Harpies? But they're an all-female team!"

"Kid, this grip is more suitable for women."

"Your breasts are not in the way, so you don't need to hold them like this. Besides, this will cause all the pressure to be on your lower body, which is not good for male sexual organs."

Ron began to laugh wildly.

The same is true for Crabbe.

Madam Hooch didn't notice Ron, but said sternly to Crabbe, "Don't laugh at your classmates."

Without her noticing, Malfoy's hand went to his pocket.

"Hot ass!" Malfoy screamed.

The action was so fast that no one could react.

A beam of light hit Crabbe.

Crabbe stopped laughing.

He screamed loudly and covered his nose with his hands, and ugly big boils were popping out of his nose.

"How dare you!" Madam Hooch was really angry.

She grabbed Draco by the ears.

Draco did not resist, his face was full of pleasure after revenge.

He became proud, and the Slytherins around him regained their awe in their eyes.

Especially Gore.

"And you." Madam Hooch looked at Crabbe with disgust, "You followed too. When I took the child to the Slytherin Headmaster's office, you followed too. Go to the infirmary on your own."

"Everyone, don't move until I come back! Put your brooms back to where they belong, or you'll lose points!"

"By the way, 10 points deducted from Slytherin!"

Thanks to classmate Yuchi Jinyin, classmate 20221102001218020 for the monthly ticket and other classmates for the recommendation!
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